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0720 – 0725

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All it takes to change one's life is a split second decision. In half-n-hour relationships shall fall-while other's bloom. But one question still remains—will the crew survive this latest Cylon attack? Or will betrayal be their only future?

Last time…

"Lee," said Adama as he walked forward to stand beside his son as he exited the doctor's office. "What did the doctor say? Will Starbuck be all right?"

"Commander, the Lt..." Apollo started to replie as he turned to look at his father. "Commander she's ah...Starbuck's..."

"Lee, take a breath...nice and easy," he requested. "What's wrong with Kara?"

"Commander...she's...well you see Kara's..." his next words were drowned out by the sudden blaring of the Halon 1301 system.

"What!" the commander's shout could be heard outside of the Medbay even over the blaring Cylon warning alarms.

Medbay

"Move people!" shouted out the medic as he hurried toward the incoming survivors.

"Move!" yelled Tyrol as he helped move the gurney's into position. "Will they make it?"

"I don't know," replied Whitlock as bent down to take Cally's pulse.

Medbay

"Hey Lt, you finally decided to wake-up and join the realm of the living," Cally said as she entered Crash's med room.

"Hi, Cally," he managed softly as he tried to sit-up, but was stopped by a stabbing sensation in his body.

"Easy, Crash. You just got out of major surgery," Cally stated as she reached to help him to sit-up.

"Cally about what happen..." he stated hesistently.

"I know sir...it suddent have happen," she sighed out softly. "I'll leave you alone now sir," she turned around and managed to get about two feet away before she was stopped by Crash's arm pulling her back toward the bed.

"Cally," he started to say as he saw her inner struggle. "Shut-up," was his last words as he closed his mouth over hers once again.

Lark's POV: deserted hallway

'Come on Mom, you've been right so far...'

'Cally and Crash will be alright...'

'But will I make it in time...'

'Will I fail to save them to?'

'O Lords of Kobal...'

'Here my prayer...'

"I know who you are."

Cylon POV: deserted hallway

'Humans...'

'What causes them to fight so hard?'

'We have destroyed their homeworlds...'

'...and yet they still fight...'

'...I...cannot understand what gives them such strength...'

'I would like to know...'

'...but at last, I fear that my time here among the Galatica crew is over...'

'...for I have failed in my mission...'

'...and Cylons do not care for human influencies.'

"Who are you?"

Deserted hallway

"I am called SkyeLark," stated the youth in a wornviper pilot uniform. "My friends call me Lark though," he said with a grin as he held the blaster directly at the Cylons chest.

"So...Lark," the Cylon stated slowly. "Who sent you here? There's no one with that name here aboard the Galactica," he replied certainly.

"Number one, you're not my friend..."

"Number two, the uniform sudda been a clue...

"Number three, SkyeLark's my callsign."

"Wait," pleaded the Cylon as he gazed into a pair of familiar eyes. "What's you're real name?" he asked suddenly as a feeling of complete and utter dread filled him.

The teen replied with a grin as he cuffed the once admired Col. "The name's Trey...

"Trey Adama."

TBC:

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