Note: This chapter does contain possible season two spoilers for Battlestar Galactica

Thirteen

Chapter Thirty

Like Grandfather, Like Grandson

Kevin Vacit did not see himself as an evil man, nor did he see himself as a good man either. He was, he felt, just a man who had to do what he must for not only his people, but for the Cylons as well. As he passed the warehouse where the new clones were being grown, he sighed as he thought about all those lost in the holocaust. He would have liked to have gotten more samples from the twelve worlds, but the Cylons did what they had to do to get their revenge on the Colonials. Now, as he walked into the administrative building, he felt that he was closing in on what was needed to accomplish the goal of repopulating the Colonial worlds with the humanoid models.

Inside, he met up with the woman who had done so much to aid in his efforts. Despite being near fifty now, Talia Winters was still a striking beauty that could turn heads. She wore a form-fitting red dress with black trim that fit her slim body like a glove. As she rose to greet him in his office, Vacit believed that Talia could lie ten years off her age and get someone to believe it.

"Talia, so wonderful to see you again! So how is our patient?" Vacit asked her.

"He's still sedated, but he's fully recovered from his injuries when the mundanes attacked his fighters. Shame that the remaining Black Omegas didn't make it."

Vacit nodded, adding, "Well the mundanes are only living on borrowed time, and when we strike them on Earth, they will be unable to withstand us!"

"You won't…nuke them, will you?" Winters asked.

"No, my dear, we mustn't harm those of our kind! When the time comes, we'll have enough forces to overwhelm the Earth orbital defense grid and allow our ships to begin the invasion. Nothing on Earth can withstand the might of our Centurions! They may take out one or two at a time, but when they come at them en masse, nothing will be able to stop them!" Vacit replied, and his eyes gleamed with joy at the thought of overthrowing Earth's government.

Vacit took a moment to compose himself and looked at his associate, and part of him wished he were young enough to create some more telepaths with this striking beauty. However, he simply asked her, "So can we revive him now?"

Talia smiled and said, "Yes, sir! We most certainly can!"

Alfred Bester awoke on a hard bed, with soft glowing lights in his face. While the lights were not exactly blinding, their glare did bother him, and he slowly raised his ungloved hand to his face to shield his eyes.

"Lower the lights!" a voice said, and the lights dimmed above him. Bester seemed to recognize the voice, but he didn't think it could possibly be who he thought it was.

He slowly turned his head to his right and looked at an ancient man. He recognized him from ages ago, when he was a six-year-old child being brought before him one night for some unknown reason.

"Greetings, Mr. Bester. My name is Kevin Vacit.", said the old man, whose skin was just as leathery as they had been so many years ago.

"You must be joking! Vacit must be long dead!" Bester replied, but he felt the same kind of mind scan that Vacit had done so many years ago. He looked at the former director of the Psi Corps with his mouth open; shocked that Vacit was somehow still alive.

"How? How are you still alive?" Bester mumbled out, and Vacit smiled.

"It's a long story involving Vorlons. I found my way to this world and found secrets that the Vorlons wished us not to have. Despite their best efforts, they have not kept me from helping to further my cause." Vacit said.

Bester nodded, "So what good will this do? The Psi Corps is dead! That bastard Hollifield with his bitch boss of a Luchenko killed it, and Sheridan and Garibaldi helped out! Our people are scattered to the wind, divided among themselves, and at the mercy of the mundanes!"

"That may be the case, Mr. Bester, now, but I have been here for many years, planning to give our people their rightful place in the universe. We do have some help though." Vacit gestured to someone Bester didn't recognize, and the doors opened to the room. Entering the room was a huge robot of a kind that Bester hadn't seen since reading some pulp science fiction novels for a class project as a kid.

"What the hell is that thing?" Bester asked, and the Cylon Centurion turned to him and extended his hand, which morphed into a pistol. Bester didn't even move, as he sensed that Vacit wasn't going to order his execution after having him abducted from his prison.

"This is a Cylon Centurion, one of a race of mechanical beings known as Cylons. They are our allies, and they are important in achieving our ultimate goal of domination of the mundanes."

Bester studied the Centurion curiously, impressed with the design of the machine. He looked to Vacit and asked, "So what do you plan to do with these Centurions?"

Vacit's smile grew wider and he told him, "I intend to unleash them upon the mundanes on Earth, especially in Geneva, and let them play havoc. We'll bring back the Psi Corps, enslave the mundanes who aren't wiped out by the Centurions, and take our rightful place as masters of the human race!

"The Cylons were created by humans taken from Earth centuries ago by the Vorlons. Why they did that, I do not know, but they created a culture vastly different than the one we had on Earth. The Colonials, as they are known, created robots later to be known as Cylons to do the work that was too dangerous or just beneath them. Over time, the Cylons rebelled against their creators and this led to a war in which both sides almost destroyed each other.

"The Cylons declared an armistice and began to search out for a new homeworld. In their search, they found this world, where I had landed, roughly twenty years ago. We came to an understanding and soon we began to plot an attack on the Colonial homeworlds."

Bester didn't know what to think about all of this, but he figured that all of this was necessary to the inevitable goal of taking over Earth. So he listened with half an ear as his mind searched out the hallway which Vacit was leading him down. With the exception of Talia Winters, they were alone. They came to a doorway, and Vacit placed one hand on the doorknob, saying before he opened it, "In here, Mr. Bester, is where it all began for us. The beginning of our triumphant return to Earth!" He opened the door and Bester was blown away by the sheer size of the room they were entering.

The room was filled with tubes containing humans inside some sort of solution. Bester noticed immediately that many of them were copies, tended to by other versions of the copies. Vacit's smile was broad as he explained to Bester what was going on, "Here, we created the first humanoid Cylon clones, thanks to the DNA brought to us by Talia Winters as well as the technology left here by the Vorlons. With the assistance of the mechanical Cylons, we were able to create these humanoid versions and use them to undermine the Colonial government to allow us to wipe them out."

Bester stopped and said, "Fascinating! But what is the goal? They surely didn't do this for our benefit! What's in it for them?"

"Why, they wish to do what they had done onto them, Mr. Bester! They wish to rule the humanoid Cylons from the homeworld of the Colonial Gods, Kobol! They wish to become the very apostles of God himself so that they may take His love to them and repopulate those worlds in His glory! And, they will also help us take our world back so we can become the rightful rulers of the Earth Alliance!"

Bester was awestruck at Vacit's vision, but he was amazed at his naiveté at the reality of the situation on Earth. "Surely you realize that Sheridan and the Interstellar Alliance won't stand by and allow you to invade Earth and simply take it over? All this talk of Cylon this and Cylon that is all well and good, but it won't do much good if the Earth Alliance and the Interstellar Alliance come after us!"

Vacit laughed again and said, "Dear Mr. Bester, how you underestimate us! But once you learn all that we have done here, you will find out that we are more than a match for the mundanes! Come! We have much to discuss!" He escorted Bester out of a side door and back to his office, while Talia Winters followed behind and closed the doors as they left.

Two of the humanoid Cylons, a D'anna Biers model and an Aaron Doral model, walked over to each other. They stood in front of a tube filled with a growing Shelly Godfrey clone, but neither of them paid attention to it.

"Did you hear what they said?" D'anna Biers asked.

"Yes! They said the machines would rule us once they had gotten done with Earth! I thought we were the ones who would be in charge once the war with the humans was done!" Doral replied.

"This is very troublesome indeed. Wonder what the others would think?" Biers asked.

"I don't know. One thing is for sure, and that is that not many of our kind are going to like what we have to tell them!" Doral answered, then they scooted away from each other as Talia Winters re-entered the room. They made sure to stay away from the telepath so that their conversation would not be picked up from their thoughts.