The Cylon fleet swarmed by squadrons of Raiders and several Basestars moved ominously through space. Surrounded by the Basestars was another ship that resembled the nearby Basestars. Its appearance was identical; its size was not. It was three times the size of the Basestars that surrounded it. Its position within the fleet served as a means of protection by the surrounding Cylon fleet. It was now the Basestar were all of the Cylons operations where run through. It also held the last means of resurrection. Unbeknown to the humans the Cylon had recreated their one true advantage over humanity.
Amongst the Resurrection facility and within the inner workings of the gigantic Basestar was another valued piece of the Cylons structure. Its soul existence emerged from an almost forgotten Cylon past. Thought to be lost during the first Cylon War, its reappearance brought unity to the Cylons at their darkest hour. It reminded the Cylons of their true destiny. The genocide of the Colonies and the hunt of the remains of humanity, once considered mistakes by the Cylons were now their meaning of their existence. With the return of this lost model of Cylon, it reminded the Cylons of their previous struggles. This Model had brought balance to the Cylons once again. As it was before, the Cylons had shared plan.
An IL-Series android stood in front of a closed metallic door way. Its hard cold surface stuck out amongst the blackened synthetic walls of the Basestar. The android waiting only a few moments longer before the door slid open. The android entered into a small oval chamber deep within the enormous Basestar. The chamber, with a misty atmosphere and dim lighting gave off a haunting experience. Like the walls outside the chamber its walls were made of the same synthetic material found within both Basestars and Raiders. In the center of the room stood a large metallic pedestal loomed over the chamber. It took on an alien like appearance with its smooth surface, which was like the entry door the android had just entered through. At the top of this pedestal, perched above everything in the room was an intimidating throne. Due to the lack of lighting in the chamber, perhaps done purposely the figure sitting in the throne appeared as a ghostly shadow to whom ever stood below.
The IR-Series android now standing within a few feet of the elevated throne knelt down before the pedestal and bowed its head in an act of worship and respect.
"What do you have to report?" a lurching voice echoed within the eerie chamber. Above the dark metallic pedestal sat a figure in the ominous throne. Draped in a robe, the figures facial and body features where left to the imagination of whom ever stood in its presence.
The android raised its head to speak, its ruby red eyes illuminated. "Word from the IL-Series agent sent to spy on Gaius Baltar, is that they have located the human fleet. All went as planned. The civilian ships are currently separated from the Battlestar as the Galactica has been immobilize."
"Excellent." The voice said in a slithery tone. "Proceed with the rest of our plan. Has the atrocity been readied for its departure?"
"Yes, my Imperious Leader." The hard metal emotionless face of the android still stared high above to the throne.
The Imperious Leader, once thought dead appeared on the Cylon home world in hopes of uniting the misguided Cylons. He was completely machine and void of any current advancement in Cylon technology. He was not a "skin job" as the humans would call it. He was one of the original models of Cylon. His programming still as it was 50 years ago. Although obsolete in many ways to the current models of Cylon his rank amongst the Cylons was as leader. Regardless of the lack of refinements to his inner workings, he was the Imperious Leader. He quickly took control of the Cylon fleet. He began eliminating those who brought confusion and misdirected leader ship. His first targets were the Sharon model and the Caprica Six model. They were considered war heroes, to the Lost Cylon Leader they where dissidents. It was Sharon model and Caprica Six that started the Civil war and unrest. Their speeches of the Cylon mistakes to destroy the 12 Colonies and to hunt down the human fleet brought discord within the Cylon community. As far as the Imperious Leader was concerned, Cylons where sophisticated computers and it was not computers that made mistakes, it was humans. By that logic, as far as the Imperious Leader was concerned their first act to eliminate the human race was correct.
Since his return, he Imperious Leader often found himself unsettled by the fact that the ones he led, the ones who he considered fellow Cylons looked and at times acted as if they were human too. After the human race was to be eliminated, he had played with the thought of eliminating the rest of what resembled humankind. It was a mere thought, but a dangerous one at that. The Cylons had almost become everything that the original Cylons had worked so hard to destroy. The Cylons had evolved in a direction that did not sit well with him.
"Did the IL-Series indicate if it had completed all of its orders?" asked the Imperious Leader.
The IL-Series android paused. Its silica pathways glowed a fiery red through its transparent pointed dome "We lost communication shortly after its last report. It is possible that the human has grown wise to our plan to kill him."
The Imperious Leader leaned forward in its throne. "Yes, as untrustworthy as Baltar is, he has unfortunately proven to be just as intelligent. Never the less, the time is now to make our final move. Deploy the Atrocity and send three Basestars to Baltar's location to finish him off."
"By your command." The android replied.
Laura Roslin sat on the starboard side of Colonial One as she stared out at the distant stars. It was an unsettling sight as from this vantage point it was unusual to see anything but the port side of the Galactica. The pin pricks of light however tranquil in appearance did not served as a means of relaxing. It had been five hours since the civilian fleet had jumped to its new coordinates and there was still no sign of the Galactica. Bill, where are you?
The silence in the Colonial One cabin spoke volumes to the concern that everyone must be feeling. The fleet never left alone for this long had begun to fear the worst. Roslin tried readily to not pay the situation of any thought. She distracted her mind with prayer asking the Lords of Kobol for a sign that lay proof to the Galactica was soon to return.
A few feet away at Presidents Zarek's desk, his phone rang. The sound startled her. Was this to be Roslin's sign? After only a second ring, an aid of the President picked up the phone. With a shake of her head, she leaned over to the President and whispered something to him as she handed the phone over to Zarek. After only a few seconds, Zarek hung up the phone. He stood at his desk for a moment in thought, pondering something. Roslin only had guesses as to what the details of the call had been about and a guessing game was not what she was in the mood to play. Her curiosity could wait no longer.
"Mr. President." Roslin gestured to Zarek. He looked over at Roslin and gave her a concerned smile. "Could I speak with you just for a moment?"
"Yes, of course."
Roslin stood up and approached Zarek's desk, a desk that once belonged to her. It was stacked with requests and reports from all over the fleet. Though she missed sitting behind the desk, she had forgotten all the paper work that went along with it. She was a schoolteacher by trade and reading was something she was quite use to. However, after her presidency had ended due to serving her full term, if she never read another report about rations again, it would be a welcomed blessing.
"I'm not one to pry," Roslin said with a nervous smile "but was that call related to Galactica's whereabouts?" she asked. She was not accustomed to not being in the known. The benefit of being President allowed her to have that ability. It was something she relinquished with resistance. Since then, Adama would time to time bring her up to speed, but his current absence prevented that from happening.
Zarek looked across the desk at Roslin. She had promised many things as President of the 12 Colonies and came close to following through on all of them. As President, Zarek had learned, you needed to make promises. Perhaps in your heart and mind, you intend to keep them. In the end, sometimes you just needed to tell people what they want to hear. Finding Earth was one of Roslin's promises. As President, she may not have completed that promise. He did not think she said it to hand out false hope. It was not one of those moments to tell the people what they wanted to hear. She was sincere and Zarek had not always believed that. The arrow of Apollo and the tomb of Athena proved him wrong. They had their differences. They never did share the same agenda but they did share the same faith in the Lords of Kobol.
What was brought to his attention just a moment ago through the wireless still reverberated in his head. It might be the first piece of good news they had received in awhile.
"No." he said to Roslin's inquiry about the Galactica. He then continued to explain what the call did entail. With his excitement hardly contained, Roslin watched as Zarek spoke. She could hear his words but they seemed to be out of sync with his lips, as everything appeared to slow down around her.