Colonial Thunder
Sequel to 7 Points
By Chaoseternus
Chapter 40: Purge
Secessionist Command Ship
"You're late!" the six snapped, a little annoyed as the nine finally walked, a mere two hours late, into her presence.
The nine just ignored it, he was getting used to it now. This model had never been quite the same since the end.
"We've lost another one"
"What ship class and where?"
"Not a ship class, a model two"
"Unimportant, they defect every day, they are weak and meaningless" Six replied, disgustedly turning back to her papers.
"This one is different Nine," also known as Doyle, waited till he had Six's full, if grudging and annoyed attention, "this one defected to the Tau'ri"
The Six model was primarily meant for infiltration, seduction and manipulation, it wasn't meant to command the entire Secessionist navy against its fellow Cylons. Doyle knew this, knew the unaccustomed tasks made this six more then slightly irritable. Even he was surprised at the explosion that followed.
By the time Six calmed down, Doyle, number Nine-oh-four knew she was going to say something incredibly stupid and he feared for the secessionist cause. But the Six had founded the Secessionists, the six had paved the way and she was in charge. If only she wasn't developing such a bad temper.
"Kill them"
He blinked, "what? Who?"
"The number twos have proven that they are unfit, overly emotional and far too human. Therefore they must be put down, do you understand me"
Doyle seated, cursing inwardly, "are you sure that's such a wise idea? We have almost half a million twos serving us still and many are loyal. Think of the costs of such a purge, we will have defections in the other models, we will be weakened whilst we replace the twos"
Sixes implacable glare told him that whilst he might be allowed to say his pace, he wasn't really being listened too.
"You know word will get out, and twos will defect faster, we wont be able to purge them all"
"So, we track them down and kill them"
"Taking more resources from the war and consider, they will take ships with them"
Six growled, but that point she couldn't ignore.
"Fine, block the number twos from our resurrection net. It will be some time before they realise they are not being reborn, by which time a considerable number should be dead, permanently and we should be able to move swiftly on the survivors. Some as you say will still escape. But many more will be dead"
Behind her, the swiftly moving scanning red light of the centurions behind her paused momentarily, almost infinitesimally, before continuing on as if nothing untoward had just happened.
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Unforgiven Command Ship, Refitted Basestar II
He laughed out loud, a deep belly laugh; infectious enough to make the Two before him smile slightly, something she had not done since the Civil war began.
"She truly did that?"
He chuckled, "oh sister, I thought you knew your way when you dealt with Baltar so effectively, but now things aren't so clear are they and you are losing your way"
The two ignored this, she knew it wasn't aimed at her but it surprised her too a little. The Twelve still called the others sister and brother, he still looked upon them as family and yet he still managed to kill them, order their deaths without any qualms. This twelve was surprisingly strong, but then Twelve was first and foremost the Prime Command and Control model the cylons had produced.
Finally getting himself back under control, the Twelve shook his head bemused, "okay, so the Secessionists just lost every Two model they had working for them, even those that were fiercely loyal. I have had no reports at all of Two's working for Anubis and the Loyalists but undoubtedly a few will head that way. A significant number have joined us but by no means all. In fact, I would guesstimate about half are still unaccounted for?"
Two nodded, catching the question in his voice, "they've captured a small handful of old Goa'uld slave worlds, set themselves up as beneficent rulers and gone Neutral, they want no further part in the Civil war but appear to have gone big brother' syndrome on their new people"
Twelve was puzzled, "how can they be beneficent yet spy on their every move?"
Two's mouth twitched, "more like we may tease and bully our own people but if you try it, we'll kick your arse right across space..."
Twelve grinned, "We must set up a line of communication with them, arrange a Peace Treaty between our factions. If they are not going to get involved then I see no reason why we can't at least talk to each other"
The two nodded, "agreed"
Then she sighed, "We're becoming them aren't we?"
The twelve looked up, all laughter gone from his eyes, "defecting for love, fighting between ourselves, making stands for what we believe in, even making stupid decisions We were made to mimic humanity but instead we've become human"
He sighed, his eyes distant, "it would be so much easier if they would see it too, but fanaticism and blindness to the truth are also human traits, very human traits indeed"
He grimaced, pulling himself back to focus on one of his newest members, "adding you to the resurrection net takes a week as you know, so don't get killed before then okay? I've got a task for you, and it will mean Command of a taskforce over a number of other models..."