Chapter 43 of the Phoenix and the Wolverine
The Colonial Gang Morning News.
"Good morning people! I'm Karienne Cole and it's 0700 AM. Today we are bringing you a special edition of our usual morning programme.
Yesterday was the disastrous first meeting of the Quorum of Thirteen, however despite the outcome we were told that there will be a press conference today at 8AM but there has been some startling news this morning…"
In different ships, several colonials paid extra attention to the newscaster and many of them were already quite worried about the press conference.
"…our news correspondent, James Mcmanus has the details…"
The scene of the newsroom cut away to show the familiar CGN reporter, he was standing on main flight deck of the Galactica. In the background there were several people moving around and working.
"Morning Karienne, what would you like to know?"
"James, we've received word that the press conference is to be postponed…"
Colonials watching or listening to the news looked at ear other with increasing concern on their faces.
"Yes, that is true. The meeting is to be moved from 0800hrs to 0930hrs. We were told that the reason for this change was to give the crew of the Xavier time to deliver much needed supplies to the medical bay."
In the studio, Karienne had a puzzled frown on her face.
"Supplies? This wasn't mentioned yesterday."
James nodded. "Indeed it wasn't, however that is the excuse we got from the CIC and all we can do is wait for the delegation from the Xavier to show up and then maybe we can get to the bottom of this."
"I guess that means you will be standing by until the delegation from the Xavier arrive," said Karienne.
James smiled at the camera. "Oh absolutely; we'll be here for as long as it takes and the only way we will be prevented from doing our job is if we get kicked off the Galactica by the military. This is James Mcmanus signing off from the Galatica."
Karienne appeared at bit startled by his parting words and blinked for a moment before turning to face the camera in the news-studios. "Well; let's hope it doesn't come to that."
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Admiral Adama's private quarters…
Saul Tigh bit back an angry curse as he watched the morning news. He still thought it was a big mistake to have the press on the Galatica but that was unavoidable.
Because the frakking press conferences needed stupid reporters to broadcast the thing in the first place.
A low groan from the washroom interrupted his train of thoughts, he turned as the owner of the quarters emerged.
Admiral William Adama was dressed in a freshly pressed uniform which he only wore for special occasions but he also had very impressive bruises on his face.
"You look a mess," said Saul Tigh bluntly.
The senior tried to smile but winced instead. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."
"Once the news crew see you at that press conference, they are going to have a frakking field day."
Adama pointed wearily at his face. "I'm well aware of what this will look like to them however we don't have the means to have these miraculously disappear in less than 90 minutes."
Saul hesitated for a moment, Adama frowned at the thoughtful look on his friend's face.
"What? What are you now thinking of?"
"Dr Grey and her team will be arriving in less than 30 minutes, she could see you and…"
"I don't think that will be a good idea," interrupted Adama hastily when he realized what his XO was about to suggest.
Saul stared at him for a moment. "Oh don't be such an idiot Bill; this is way bigger than you. We both have seen the medical work she and that…Q boy did."
"I am seeing Dr Cottle this morning…" started Adama.
"Who I know is a pretty damn good doctor but he doesn't have the tech needed to make your bruises disappear and stop you feeling like shit!" growled Saul Tigh.
Adama was a bit taken aback by his XO words. "You can tell I don't feel well?"
Saul glared at him with his one good eye. "Yeah genius, I can tell and so will the parasitic news crew if they see you like this."
Adama was silent for a long moment. "Fine, let's see what Dr Grey can do however I draw the line at invasive treatment."
"Agreed," said the XO with a relieved sigh as he followed the Admiral out of the quarters.
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Medical bay…
Laura Roslin walked silently into the medical bay with Tory Foster close beside her. The PA's close proximity was to catch the president if she fell. Roslin's balance was pretty poor this morning , however to her immense relief; due to the early hour the medical bay was almost empty and those present were busy watching the view-screens which showed news-casters of the CGN gleefully still dissecting the events of yesterday while stating dire predictions of today's press conference.
But the press conference was the least important thing on her mind right now.
Less than 2 hours ago she has woken up feeling extremely nauseous and had barely reached the washroom before she threw up. She had ended up retching for several minutes until there was nothing more to bring up. At the end of it she was extremely tired and very frightened.
She had 3 more weeks before her next 'treatment'; this was not supposed to be happening now. Roslin could almost hear Laura Kinney's words.
Roslin couldn't die now; there was too much work to be done. In a panic she called Dr Cottle and it was from him she also found out that the meeting was to be postponed for 90 minutes.
With the doctor still on the phone she put on the news just in time to hear the news anchors analysis about the deferral.
While she was grateful for the delay, she was also angry that she was the last to know. Roslin made an urgent appointment with the chief medical officer and also woke up Tory to tell her what was going on.
Roslin's mind returned to the present as she reached Dr Cottle's office. The middle aged doctor was having a cigarette and looked as disgruntled as usual.
"Morning President, glad you could make it," he paused "you don't look so good."
"Tell me something I don't know," she stopped talking as a wave of nausea and weakness hit her, she closed her eyes tightly as she waited for it to pass. She was barely aware of Cottle stepping forward to prevent her from falling.
"How long has this been going on?" Cottle asked Tory as he helped the female president to a cot he had prepared in his office.
"I think only this morning," said the troubled PA as she closed the office door quickly.
Cottle checked the President's vitals as she opened her eyes. "Having the press conference is not going to be a good idea."
Roslin gripped his hand. "No, I have to attend, make me better…please."
Cottle stared at her for a long moment. "I'll do the best I can."
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Adama put his head down as he and Saul walked into the medical bay; fortunately for the two men only a few stared at them. But Adama knew that the word would get out soon.
"Have you got word to Lee yet ?"
"I'll inform him once I get you to Cottle's office," replied Saul Tigh.
Adama was silent for a moment as he thought carefully about his next question. "How is Novacek this morning?"
Tigh glanced at him. "I called him while you were cleaning up; he…he seems okay." His tone sounded wary.
"I'm not going to harm him or have him…" he looked around to make sure no one was listening "arrested. You have my word."
Saul was silent for a long moment. "That's good enough for me."
No more was said on the matter when the two men reached Dr Cottle's office. Adama thought he heard a woman's voice inside that sounded familiar but Saul Tigh was already knocking on the door.
The voices inside fell silent.
"Who is it?" Dr Cottle's voice was gruff.
"It's Tigh and a special someone, open up doc," replied the XO in a sharp tone. A few moments passed then the colonial doctor opened the door quickly and came out, he shut the door without letting the two senior officers see who else was inside.
Adama raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Cottle's private life was definitely none of his business.
"Who's in your office?" Asked the XO, apparently he was very interested in Cottle's private life.
"None of your business," replied Cottles curtly before turning to speak to Adama senior. "How are you feeling this morning Admiral ?"
"Head still hurts and I know I look like something a tractor ran over."
Cottle nodded. "That's a pretty apt description, it's nothing that a couple of painkillers and several days of rest wouldn't cure…"
"But we don't have several days to waste; he has a press conference in less than 90 minutes and we need Dr Grey to treat him in secret," interrupted Saul Tigh.
Cottle stared at the two men in-front of him. "Have you discussed this with Dr Grey ? Is she aware of this plan?"
Tigh gave him a puzzled look. "She's a medic like you, the last time I checked you guys healed anyone be they friend or foe."
The expression on Cottle's face was the one he reserved for idiots. "Yes, we do that all the time however when possible it's best to give us advanced warning.
Especially when our idiotic Quorum stupidly tried to condemn her and her crew in-front of the entire fleet; so I'm certain she would appreciate a heads up!"
"Tigh was going to tell Lee to ask her when she touched down," jumped in Adama before the two men before him came to blows. "I know that it's pretty awkward but I can't go out looking like this. The press would have a field day."
Cottle looked at him for a long moment. "You're damn right about that, however I need to move you somewhere else."
Tigh frowned. "What's wrong with your office ? By the way who in Hades name do you have in there?"
Cottle glared at the XO. "As I said before, none of your damn business," he turned back to the Admiral "now let's…"
His words trailed off as the three men heard the office door open behind the doctor. Saul Tigh's remaining eye widened as the last person he expected stepped out of the room.
"Tory," said Adama after a few seconds "what are you doing here ?"
The svelte female PA looked at each of the men before answering, her gaze was longest on the Admiral's grace as she stared at his very obvious bruises.
"The President is inside and she wants to speak to three of you right now." Her tone implied there will be no argument about this.
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At first Roslin had panicked when she heard Adama's voice outside the door. However that feeling of anxiety turned to one of curiosity when she heard a few words through the door. She turned to Tory who began to shake her heard before Roslin even uttered what was on her mind.
"Get them in here right now."
"No," said Tory in a whisper "you can't afford to let them know you're this ill! That will undermine your position even more…!"
"My position is already precarious enough and right now I need to know what is going on before matters truly get out of hand. I still don't know why the meeting was postponed and outside that door are three men who can tell me why. So get them in here right now or I will do it myself."
Both women had stared at each other, then Tory looked at the intravenous drip that Dr Cottle had set up for the female president.
"You want them to see you like this? Hooked up to an IV line for medication ?"
The female president of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol nodded wearily, her voice now softer. "Yes, please get them in here."
Tory sighed then stood up and walked to the door.
Roslin tried to compose herself as three men followed Tory back into the room. She saw the surprise on Saul Tigh's face but in the end it was Roslin herself who was robbed of speech when she beheld Adama's face.
He looked as if someone had tried to beat the living daylights out of him, a part of her mind told her this must have happened last night after she had left him.
"What happened?" were the words that Roslin finally managed to utter. She noticed the guilty expression that Saul had at her words and somehow she got the impression that Adama's bruises were his fault.
That was not just possible, Adama and Tigh were as thick as thieves and closer than brothers, they would die for each other. There was no way that Tigh would let the Admiral get hurt.
Adama and Tigh shared a glance while Tory waited with her arms folded, a look of curiosity on her face. She couldn't wait to hear what had happened.
"It's…a pretty complicated story," said Adama.
"Well, since the meeting has been postponed for some reason that I am unaware of," Adama tried not to wince at Roslin's acid tone " I believe we have time to hear this complicated tale."
Adama looked at the angry looking woman in-front of him and actually found him-self reluctantly admiring her. Here she was hooked up to an IV-line and despite been diagnosed with terminal cancer she was determined to keep leading this fleet even if it killed her.
"I got beat up," said Adama surprising everyone in the room " and also got my life saved by the crew of the Xavier and Ensign Rogers. I'm the reason the meeting was postponed."
Shocked silence followed his words.
"What?" everyone turned to Tory "You're not making sense, who beat you up and why ? Also how did Rogers save you? "
Adama kept looking at the president as he answered. "I'm afraid that there's only one person in this room that has the clearance to know the reason why the attack occurred."
Roslin was a bit taken aback by his words.
"There is no way I'm leaving this room…" began Tory.
"Actually, Tory I need you to get my speech prepared ," interrupted Roslin. Tory opened her mouth to protest but a look from the president made her fall silent.
"Yes, President Roslin," muttered Tory angrily as she left. Tigh and a surprisingly silent Dr Cottle followed the female PA out of the office.
Roslin turned to Adama. "Please take a seat."
The Admiral sat down slowly. "I truly didn't expect to find you here."
"Neither did I predict that I would be back so soon for more treatment from Sherman," Roslin looked at the drip "it's actually anti-emetics…that Dr Grey brought from the Xavier yesterday."
Adama looked at the drip in a new light, he knew Q Junior had been the one to replicate the supplies, he wondered if Roslin had decided to ignore that important fact.
"Now, let's return to the matter at hand, what happened yesterday after I left?" demanded Roslin in a calm but steely voice.
Adama saw no point in delaying the inevitable and began to talk.
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The Xavier, the bridge…
Logan looked at the time, in less than 20 minutes, Jean and company were going to leave for the Gaactica, he had been following the colonial news-feed and he was already feeling anxious.
The colonials were expecting a lot from the small crew of the Xavier and he knew a lot of people were going to be upset when they didn't deliver.
Logan bit back a curse at the sense of frustration he felt, put him in the middle of a raging battle and he knew straight away what to do which was cut down all combatants and survive but the current situation was something he had never trained for and that made him uncertain.
And he really hated uncertainty.
"Captain," Q Junior's voice halted his train of thoughts.
"Ready to connect to the USS Dunkirk on your orders."
"Do it," said Logan as the young Q turned back to his console.
The captain of the Xavier tried to calm himself down as he waited for the view-screen to change it's image.
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The USS Dunkirk, en-route to the bridge…
Lieutenant Harrison tried not to run as he hurried towards the base of operations. Most of the Starfleet personnel who saw the expression on his face rapidly got out of his way.
The Intelligence officer wasn't in a good mood, he had just been told that the Xavier had contacted the Dunkirk and he wanted to be present at the beginning of whatever report was being given.
There was certain info one could glean from a live transmission that was lost in a recorded one.
It seemed like forever passed before he got to the bridge and to his annoyance all his 'seniors' seemed to be present.
Admiral Janeway, Captain Singh, Commander Bishop and even Commander Kadretti who had come over from the USS Prometheus to discuss logistics.
Some of the bridge crew acknowledged him as he stepped on the bridge, but Harrison ignored them because of who was on the screen.
Captain Logan was speaking and his body language was that of a man on edge. Harrison's eyes narrowed, something must have happened in the last twelve hours.
"Do we know how badly Admiral Adama was injured?" asked a concerned Captain Singh.
"Not exactly, Dr Grey may get an opportunity to pay him a visit once she lands on the Galactica , but the colonials especially the ones in charge seem very wary of Starfleet medical technology." Then Logan noticed the newcomer on the bridge.
"I trust you'll be able to give Mr Harrison a summary of what I just said because I hate repeating myself and besides I can only keep this on for a short time as I have to see off the crew."
Harrison forced himself to remain silent while a part of him wanted to know what the Hell had happened to Admiral Adama.
"We understand, is there anything more you wish to discuss?" asked Admiral Janeway.
Logan seemed to hesitate for a brief moment before speaking. "We had our first official meeting with the Quorum yesterday…it didn't go well.
The summary of it is this; they are still in shock that Earth which they consider the Thirteenth Tribe actually exists. However they are also incensed that we have 'forgotten' about the Lords of Kobol and they also made it clear how unhappy they are that non-humans are interacting with humans."
There was stunned silence for several moments.
"Where's Oma?" asked Commander Kadretti in a firm voice but Janeway looked at him with concern, she could sense the hidden anxiety in his voice. On the view-screen, Logan turned to face him as well.
"She's fine, Dr Grey didn't let anyone come near her as you will see from the visual report that Q Junior is sending you now.
Guys, I know you are on your way, however you need to be prepared. We have only seen a fraction of how the colonials react about non-humans and humans living together, imagine how they will react when we tell all of them about mutants."
No one said anything for a while.
"Well, in that case I'm certain you'll do what you're best at." Those cryptic words came from Lieutenant Harrison.
Lieutenant Commander Shran turned to look at the Intelligence officer, there was a hidden meaning in those words.
Meanwhile, Logan regarded Harrison with narrowed eyes for a long moment.
"You can count on that bud."
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Logan stared at the view-screen for a long moment after the Dunkirk signed off.
"What is his problem?" asked Q Junior in a peeved tone. Logan knew without asking that the young Q was referring to the infuriating 'Lieutenant Harrison of Starfleet Intelligence'.
"Never mind him; at the moment he is the least of our concerns. Get down to the cargo bay and make sure both shuttles are in perfect order."
Q Junior frowned at the thoughtful look on the Captain's face. "Expecting trouble on the Galactica?"
Logan laughed coldly. "Have you listened to the colonial morning news this morning?" Q Junior shook his head silently.
"The colonial newscasters have been stating their various colourful analysis of what went down yesterday and much more…and the thing is that they are beginning to sound a lot like certain reporters and t.v anchors of my time who loved to inflame already volatile political situations without doing any ground research." Logan's tone could only be described as acidic.
"And I presume….that's not a good thing," added a concerned Q Junior.
Logan turned back to approach the view-screen which showed the colonial refugee ships, he cracked his knuckles slowly which popped with a metallic threatening sound.
"Not in the slightest."
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The Dunkirk, the bridge…
Harrison knew he was in trouble the moment the captain of the Xavier sighed off.
Captain Singh had turned to him with a resolute look on his face. "My ready room now."
"I hope you don't mind Captain but I feel I also need to be in this discussion," said Janeway as she followed the two men.
Once the three officers entered the room, Singh turned on the Intelligence office.
"What did you mean by your last statement?"
Harrison tried to stall. "To which one are you referring to…?"
"You know darn well which one he's asking about" interrupted Janeway in a sharp tone. " I'm certain you'll do what you're best at ?"
"Ahhh, that one," replied Harrison in casual manner.
"You know something about Captain Logan, Dr Grey and Laura Kinney, yet you refuse to liaise with my security team. Why is that?" demanded Captain Singh in a calm but chilly tone.
"Starfleet Intelligence is supposed to aid each member of the fleet, not play games and withhold information that could potentially reduce the risk to people involved in this very important mission.
So once again I ask you, what do you know about the crew of the Xavier?"
Harrison was silent for a long moment before answering carefully.
"What I know of Logan Howlett, Jean Grey and Laura Kinney is that three of them disappeared in very questionable circumstances. Their past is not particularly filled with good deeds so the main question remains is why did Ensign Q pick them ?"
"You haven't answered the first question," pointed out Janeway in a weary tone.
Singh remained silent but anyone looking at him could tell that he was not amused by Harrison's blatant attempt at evasion.
The Starfleet Intelligence officer looked at both senior officers, he took a deep breath before answering.
"I'm afraid that the data I have on them is highly classified and only accessible to top senior officers of Starfleet Intellingence."
He expected Singh and Janeway to lash out at him and demand he answer their questions but to his amazement, the two officers just shared a silent glance.
"That will be all, you're dismissed," said Singh calmly. Harrison stared at the captain for a long moment, he hesitated as if he wanted to say something else, then the Intelligence officer nodded his head silently and left the room.
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Janeway turned to Captain Singh.
"He expected us to yell at him."
Singh moved towards the replicator. "Believe me after Mr Shran's report, I was sorely tempted to do so. Would you like any tea Admiral?"
Janeway shook her head as she sat down. "Thanks for offering but not at the moment. I actually hoped that Harrison would be reasonable."
Singh shook his head as he typed in a request. "So did I; since he doesn't wish to work with us, we'll have to work around him. It's going to make matters more complicated in the long run."
The female admiral frowned, she really wanted to know more about Logan, Jean Grey and Laura Kinney but it looked like she would have to wait until the Dunkirk caught up with the Xavier.
"At least one thing we know we can look forward to is conflict from the colonials concerning non-humans and mutants."
Singh sipped his Earl-Grey tea before speaking. "We knew that eventually it would come to that, the Colonials were practically isolated, the knowledge that Earth and aliens exist and interact will shake their theological foundations.
Many of them will try to hold on as much as they can to their beliefs while denying what is fairly obvious," he paused " I just hope the Colonials don't become violent when the evidence is more than they can bear."
Janeway was silent for a long moment. "As history has shown us, it's usually the leaders who have to be convinced first that something new or unknown does not mean the end of the world," she turned to the captain of the Dunkirk.
"What if we gradually educate them about the Federation?"
Singh looked puzzled. "I thought that was what the crew of the Xavier was doing."
"Yes they are," agreed Janeway "and they are to be commended for what they have achieved with the little at their disposal. What I meant is that we should try to speak to the leaders of the Colonies directly."
"You mean like a video conference ?" asked Singh with a thoughtful expression on his face.
Janeway nodded. "What do you think?"
A long moment passed before the captain of the Xavier replied. "It sounds like a good idea, however we would have to discuss this first with the Captain Logan. He would be in a better position to decide if direct and visual contact between us and the colonial leaders is a good idea."
"I agree," said Janeway as Singh's com-badge went off. He set down his mug of tea and tapped the badge.
"Singh here, status report.''
Commander Bishop's voice came over the line. "We have received the file from the Xavier, sending it to your console as we speak Captain."
Singh nodded. "Inform Mr Shran, Ms Atavi, Mr O'Reilly and…Mr Harrison to attend the viewing in one hour."
"Aye Captain," replied Caleb after a brief moment.
Janeway raised an eyebrow. "You're inviting Harrison?"
"Yes, he is after all an Intelligence office, unfortunately we will need his insight, even he is not stupid enough to with-hold that."
"What of the Klingnons?"
Singh shook his head. "Not yet, we need to see what is on that report because from the little that Mr Logan told us; the colonials might be a bit xenophobic."
"And that would definitely go down well with the Klingnons," said Janeway dryly.
Singh was silent for a long moment. "The klingnons still need to be informed of any potential…problems, the trick lies in how to tell them without a blood-war being declared against the colonials for what could be viewed as an unforgivable insult."
Janeway could sense Singh's turmoil. The situation was already quite complicated and their small rescue fleet still had a long way to go. The only thing anyone could do was hope and pray that the crew of the Xavier held it together until help arrived.
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The Xavier, deck 4, shuttle bay…
"So the question that is on everyone's mind is where exactly is Earth? Do our elected and military leaders know the exact co-ordinates or is this information only privy to the captain of the Xavier ? And if that is so what sort of secret deals have been made with the crew of the Xavier ?
And we haven't even touched on the apparent important fact that Earth is being governed by a body of aliens! Did they lose their independence and had to be rescued or invaded by these aliens who now rule them ? Could that be the reason why the people of Earth have lost all knowledge of the Scrolls of Kobol? Is it true they have cylons who live among them as citizens ?"
These are questions that we will definitely be asking the delegation from the Xavier and our leaders. Do yourself a favour and stay tuned to your vid-sets and audio-sets for the latest updates and the live upcoming news-conference
Sharon tried to ignore the irritating sound of the commenter's voice as she helped Laura, Oma and Q Junior load more medical supplies into a third Delta shuttle. She was so angry that she wanted to break something.
At first she had been a bit concerned when a pensive Q Junior turned up in the cargo bay and politely insisted they listened to the colonial news as they worked; but that feeling turned to rage when she heard the varied analysis of the different colonial reporters.
Didn't the news-crew realize that by insinuating and causing suspicion that it might make the whole thing blow up in their faces. Then again Sharon was curious about the last question. Did the people of Earth have cylons ? And how were they treated ?
"This is a load of bullshit!" hissed Laura who had paused in her work to listen to the radio. "Someone please tell me once again why we're listening to this crap ?"
"So as to better understand what we have to face when we touch down on the Galactica," replied Oma calmly as she ticked off one more crate on her epadd.
"I know that they already hate the lot of us," said Laura acidly "my question is how can they be so stupid? What do the reporters gain by making things more tense than they are?"
Q Junior with a worried sigh closed a panel on the side of the shuttle he was working on. "Ratings I guess, it's the usual reason behind such un-necessary hype."
Sharon raised her eyebrow at the unusual word and the graveness of the sentient hologram's tone.
"Hype?" the cylon found herself asking.
"It's a form of propaganda, advertising or publication in order to make the public buy what you're selling," explained Oma.
"Ah, that makes sense," said Sharon as five people entered the shuttle bay. Captain Logan, Dr Grey, Rogers and Helo who was carrying a sleeping Hera. Sharon sighed with relief when Q Junior turned around and muted the migraine-inducing colonial radio-broadcast by tapping a symbol on his epadd.
The captain of the Xavier looked at the fully loaded shuttles. "You guys ready?"
Q looked at the chronometer. "Yes we are captain, that was the last box and the shuttles are functioning properly."
Logan's tone was grave as he gave the next order. "Alright, saddle up boys and girls and stay frosty." As the crew moved to their respective craft he noticed Jean was still standing next to him.
"We'll be fine; I'll take care of them." She placed a hand on his left forearm.
Logan tried to smile. "I know, I'll be monitoring your frequency." And keep a transporter lock on all of you.
Jean shook her head wearily as if she knew what he was thinking.
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Sharon tried not to panic as she planted a soft kiss on the forehead of her sleeping daughter. Just the thought of being away from her was a terrifying thought.
"Are you okay about this?" whispered a worried looking Helo.
The female cylon looked him in the eyes. "Yes, I am." After-all she had been the one to suggest joining Dr Grey's delegation.
Rogers had to be debriefed so that was no surprise but Sharon had stunned everyone when she stated she also wanted to report to the Admiral. She had stated that the Admiral would want more than one view-point about what had occurred last night.
But her real unspoken reason was to deflect attention from Oma and Laura; she had watched how the Quorum had reacted to the female Starfleet ensign's presence and the obvious fact that she was of mixed human and alien heritage. Their reaction had been one of fear, ignorance and hatred. She knew only too well how that could make one feel; because until recently Sharon had been subjected to that.
So now she was returning to the Galactica to give the Quorum another target; hopefully that would prevent the whole thing blowing up in their faces. Unfortunately she didn't have much faith in her ability to prevent a catastrophe.
Sharon touched Helo's face gently then left him to join Oma and Dr Grey who were on the first Delta Flyer. Laura and Rogers were flying with Q Junior.
In a few seconds two men and one sleeping child were still on the flight deck as they watched the two Starfleet shuttles pass past the force-field barrier and turn towards the Galactica.
"Come back safe," said Helo softly.
"Amen to that," muttered Logan to the colonial captain's surprise.
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Galactic; main flight deck…
Commander Lee Adama tried to keep a neutral expression on his face as he got the confirmation that two small ships from the Xavier were inbound for the battlestar. Beside him was Lieutenant Dee Dulla-Adama who was less composed and also appeared nervous.
Lee understood the feeling all too all; when he had been woken up by a frantic Gaeta last night, he thought he was having a nightmare. It took several moments before Lee had realized that Novacek had actually wanted to kill his father.
Part of him understood why Novacek had cracked; he tried to put himself in the man's shoes and knew that it was a miracle that he was still alive but the other part of him was livid that the former prisoner-of-war attacked his father.
Lee glanced to his side and felt a moment of guilt. When he returned to his quarters; it was to find Dee pacing the apartment and clearly very agitated. Earlier on he had made her promise not to follow him as he ran out in his sleeping clothes with a loaded pistol in his right hand.
His wife had wasted no time in demanding to know what had happened , at first he had tried to tell her to go back to sleep until she almost yelled at him to tell her what the frak was going on.
And he had; the look of concern and fear that had appeared on her face when he told her of Novacek's action was one more reason why what had occurred must never be made public. The ramifications didn't bear thinking about.
"Commander Adama!"
Lee almost sighed at the familiar grating voice, he turned his head to look at the famous CGN reporter.
"Morning McManus, nice to see you up and early today." James Mcmanus grinned back at the obvious lie in Lee's words.
"I know you hate my guts Adama but I just want to know your thoughts on this matter. How do you feel about aliens living on and apparently ruling the Thirteenth Colony?"
Lee looked calmly at James while aware that nearby crew were listening in. "The delegation from the Xavier have already pointed out that the people of Earth have their own government…"
"Which appears to be made of up aliens!" interrupted Jams.
"It's amazing that you know this for a fact when you have never been there yourself Mcmanus," responded Lee calmly even though he really wanted to punch the clueless reporter. Beside him Dee smiled at her husband's words.
James just shrugged." So what if I have never been there ? The fact remains that there are aliens living on Earth, that we know nothing about and Ensign Ihuoma Kadretti is living proof of that."
"She's also part human or did you forget that part?" sharply added Dee to the surprise of the two men.
James stared at her for a long time. " No, I haven't which is also another legitimate concern for us all."
"Commander," called one of the marines standing close by, all turned to see the first of the shuttles approaching.
"They're here," said James unnecessarily as he hurried away to where the vid-news crew were standing.
"I hate CGN," muttered Dualla. Lee smiled sadly at her.
"Me too Dee, me too." Both waited as the first shuttle settled down softly, within moments the second one made it's appearance.
Nearby crew watched with obvious envy and curiosity as shuttles which looked brand new.
Lee took a deep steadying breath before sharing a quick look with Dualla. She knew why her husband was nervous. Tigh had sent an urgent message a few minutes ago that Dr Grey was needed in the infirmary before the press conference.
Asking the female medic was going to be easy but convincing her to come in secret may be a harder task especially after the debacle that had occurred last night.
"Gods help us," muttered Lee to himself as he and Dee stepped towards the first shuttle as the door slid open.
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Jean hid a sigh of frustration as Oma beat her to the exit, the female Starfleet ensign was followed by Laura who gave Jean a knowing fierce smile.
They are only looking out for us. Whispered the Phoenix gently.
"I know," muttered Jean. She just felt that she should be the one watching over Oma, Q Junior, Rogers and Laura. Three of them were only children in her eyes. She could already feel the curious minds outside the shuttle and Jean knew that if she dived deeper into those minds…she would most likely find fear and hate.
Jean shook her head as she reached the shuttle doors, she had to appear confident even though she was so not looking forward to this press conference.
Don't worry other me; if the colonials act stupid again we can always bring down the roof on them. Phoenix's whisper was filled with barely contained glee.
And that's what I'm afraid of . Thought Jean to herself as she plastered a calm smile on her face and tried to ignore the entity within her that laughed and said she was no fun at all.
As she expected Oma and Laura were out in front and on either side of the door, they appeared to be looking around for any threats. The second shuttle was already open and Lieutenant Agathon and Ensign Rogers were already out of the ship with Q Junior exiting behind them.
"Dr Grey," Jean turned as Commander Adama and his wife approached.
"Good morning Commander Adama and Junior Lieutenant Adama." The female junior colonial officer's face seemed to redden slightly as she looked at Jean for a brief moment then turned away quickly.
I really need to talk to her soon about her ability, thought Jean as she could clearly sense the colonial officer's fear.
Lee frowned slightly at his wife's reaction. "Dr Grey, we're grateful that you could make it and for the supplies that you have brought," he hesitated as if unsure how to proceed.
"I would like to visit the sickbay for a short moment before the press conference," said Jean quickly.
Lee and Dualla stared at her.
"How did you…I mean why?" asked a stunned Dualla.
Jean calmly looked at her. "I need to see Lieutenant Novacek," the female telepath noticed from the corner of her eyes that Lee's features became flat "…and also assess anyone else who needs treatment before the meeting."
Lee and Dualla shared a nervous look; they turned back to the female medic and the CAG opened his mouth to reply.
"Dr Grey! Dr Grey!" They all turned to the frantic voice of a well dressed male reporter with a microphone who was being pushed back by the silent marines who had cordoned off the shuttles from the sizable group of reporters and camera-crew.
"Oh joy, it's the freaking circus," muttered Laura loud enough for only Oma to hear.
Oma frowned; that voice was familiar. "Who is that?"
"John McManus, Colonial Gang Network anchorman," answered Sharon in a bland tone. She clearly didn't like him; he had been one of several prominent people who had called for her to be tried and executed.
Lee tried to resist the temptation of ordering one of the marines to throw troublesome reporter into the brig.
"Dr Grey! Why do people call you the Oracle? You appear to know nothing about the Lords of Kobol and yet you claim this title?!"
"Questions will be answered at the press conference," started Lee in a loud voice.
"Wait; I will answer this one," said Jean as she lifted a hand and calmly stepped forward. As she expected several cameras went off as she realized the paparazzi of the colonials appeared to be close cousins of the paparazzi of the 21st century Earth.
" I have never claimed to be the Oracle and I am certainly not claiming it now. What I am is a citizen of Earth, a medic and a crew member of the Xavier. I am part of a team that is doing it's best to help you get to Earth and we can only succeed if we work together," she paused as she looked directly into the camera " now I know you have a lot of questions and we," she indicated her team who stood silently behind her " will do our best to answer some of them."
" Answer only some of our questions?" queried another reporter.
Jean smiled coyly at him. "Of course; only some of them. There will be certain security questions that won't be answered." Her gentle teasing voice had most of the reporters laughing and just like that the tense atmosphere relaxed a bit.
James Mcmanus opened his mouth to speak but Jean clapped her hands loudly.
" Now; I have to meet my medical colleague Dr Cottle to discuss some issues before the meeting. I'll see you all at the news conference." Other reporters drowned out McManus' voice as they tried to put their own questions across. Jean just smiled gently at them as she turned and walked back to Commander Lee and the others.
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"She's good," muttered Rogers in admiration. Q Junior who was beside him smiled cheekily.
"You have no idea my young padawan," the hologram turned back to start unloading the cargo. Rogers' gave Q a puzzled look.
"Wait…did you just call me a padawan? What is that?"
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Medical bay, the Galactica…
President Laura Roslin stared quietly at Admiral Adama for a long moment after she heard the chilling events of the last 9 hours.
It was a wonder that the man before her was still alive.
"You had quite…an eventful evening," finally said Laura when the silence went on for so long. The grizzled warrior before her grimaced.
"That is one way of putting it."
"Where is Novacek now?" asked Roslin.
"He's staying in Tigh's quarters." He noticed the odd look the president gave him. " I know Saul has had his…difficult moments but I believe he is the best person to watch over Novacek for now."
"Especially when he's the only friend he has got," said Laura as if she knew what Adama was thinking.
The Admiral took a deep breath. "Which brings me to the next urgent matter…I need to resign."
Laura's heart skipped a beat and for a long moment she struggled with words. "What?"
"Novacek was right; my orders given 8 years ago led to our present situation. I cannot continue in this role when I am guilty of the worst war the colonies have ever been in…"
"Don't be a frakking idiot Bill," snapped Laura , now it was Adama's turn to be speechless. Come to think of it he could hardly remember if he ever heard her swear before.
"Do you think you're the only one who gave such orders then? Several decisions were made on both sides of this damn conflict that led to our current situation. I am not condoning what happened across the Armistice Line 8 years ago but you backing out now when the fleet needs your leadership is not the solution to your guilt."
Adama tried not to wince at the president's frank words. He did feel guilty for what had happened to Novacek and the Twelve Colonies. However deep down inside he so wanted to step away from everything and rest.
To his dismay, Laura wasn't done.
"And even if you resigned now; who would take your place ? Saul Tigh? You do know there would be mutiny on the Galactica alone within a week of him becoming head of the armed forces !
Or were you considering your son Commander Lee as the next Admiral? He may be a good pilot and CAG but forgive me for stating that he is obviously not mature enough to step into your shoes. Give him another 20 years and then maybe I might change my mind!
In fact the next senior officer would be Lieutenant Starbuck," Adama raised his eyebrows " she more than Saul or Lee would do a far better job but her tendency to lose her temper at the drop of a hat and her frequent blatant disregard for authority is enough to eliminate her from consideration…"
Adama raised his hands in surrender as he wondered what cocktail Cottle had put in Roslin's intravenous drip. "I believe you have made your point…I guess I shouldn't resign…too much work to be done before I die."
Roslin suppressed a shiver at his last words for she had a strong feeling she would die before he did. "You don't need to be so grim about it. Perhaps what we should be considering is a public commendation for what you have done so far for the fleet. You have dedicated most of your life to the Colonial Military."
Adama was shaking his head before she finished talking. "No, no. I don't deserve that" his voice was grave as he continued. "If anyone deserves a commendation, it's every colonial soldier who died in this war, every citizen who lost their lives and Novacek who had to spent 8 years as a prisoner of war…just because he followed me and trusted me."
Laura opened her mouth to press her case but she saw the firm resolve in Adama's eyes and knew she couldn't make him change his mind about the recommendation.
"You're not going to resign?'" she asked cautiously.
A long moment passed before Adama replied. "No, I won't." Roslin was unable to hide the relief his words caused.
"Well, now that we have addressed that, we need to concentrate on the coming press conference," she paused "I must admit that I'm not prepared for what questions will be thrown at us."
Adama was quiet for a long moment as he glanced at the clock nearby. "We have less than an hour before it starts."
"That's barely enough time to…" Roslin was cut off when Tory hurried into the office, she turned to the Admiral as soon as she shut the door.
"Colonel Tigh just informed me that Dr Grey is coming up with Commander Adama, however she also wants to see Lieutenant Novacek as well so Tigh has gone to his quarters to get him." Tory gave the Admiral a questioning look.
Adama had no idea what to say; because he also was at a loss at why Dr Grey wanted to see Novacek.
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Lieutenant Daniel 'Bulldog' Novacek couldn't help but worry as he walked beside his old friend Saul Tigh.
When he woke up this morning; he had tried to convince himself that last night had been a nightmare but it took very little for him to realize that he had kidnapped and almost killed the Admiral.
Daniel was asking himself why he hadn't been arrested and executed; what he had done was treason and couldn't go unpunished.
But to his surprise, Dr Grey wanted to see him right away. Saul had been unable to tell him why and Daniel himself couldn't think of any particular reason for the meeting.
The walk was mostly done in silence because after a few questions from Saul; the XO realized that Novacek didn't feel like talking. For the former prisoner-of-war it felt like the walk to the medical bay took forever even though in reality it only lasted less than ten minutes.
Novacek allowed himself to be quickly ushered into a small cubicle with a made bed, a table and two chairs; he barely acknowledged when Saul left him alone. He just wanted to get this whole thing over with as soon as possible.
And then what? For the first time Daniel realized he was well and truly lost; he felt less than nothing, a waste of space. Now more than ever he was regretting not dying eight years ago during that ill-fated mission. After all what was there to live for.
Novacek rubbed his face wearily as he felt a dark cloud of despair settling over him. Anyone looking at him would know he was in a very bad place emotionally and otherwise.
"Lieutenant Novacek?"
The colonial pilot stood up quickly at the familiar voice of Dr Grey. He hadn't heard her come in.
"Dr Grey, I didn't…"he suddenly felt quite conscious of his bedraggled state and realized he had no idea what to say.
The female medic of the Thirteenth Tribe smiled sadly at him. "Though this may seem an odd question…I would like to ask you how you are this morning ?"
Novacek just stared at her; he knew she and her crew were aware of what he had done to Admiral Adama.
"I'm…fine." Jean Grey frowned at the obvious untruth. She studied him for a long moment. "Daniel…please take a seat," said the female medic in a soft voice as she also sat down.
Though stunned by her use of his first name he only hesitated for a moment before sitting down.
"You can talk about what happened last night when you are ready; I will not force you to come to terms with what almost happened…"
Novacek couldn't help frowning. Had Saul talked her into counselling him?
"…but there is something else about yourself that you should know…when you came on board the Xavier I did a complete physical which also included checking your DNA."
Novacek felt his heart rate speed up; what had she found ? Was he ill? Had those cylon bastards done something to him when he almost died after one of their torture sessions.
"You have a gene which is identical to one that I, Logan, Laura, Oma and Rogers share. The mutant gene."
Novacek's feelings went from anxiety to confusion. "What?"
She smiled at him and at that moment; the sheets and blankets from the small bed were pulled off as if by an unseen hand and the bedding began to float in a circle above the two people in the room. Novacek began to hyperventilate as a familiar dark voice spoke in his mind.
Take a deep slow breath and keep calm. The pilot unconsciously found himself obeying as he kept his eyes on the floating rotating bedding. He tried to tell himself this was all an illusion then the memory of Dr Grey floating several feet in the air in the CIC at the same time that hundreds of cylons raiders exploded intruded his mind. To add to that; he hadn't missed the disastrous first televised meeting between Dr Grey's team and the Quorum.
"This and what happened in the CIC isn't a trick…many of us who have the mutant gene also have certain abilities," said Jean calmly as she also looked up " this which is known as telekinesis is one of my abilities and whether you want to believe it or not. It's very real."
Novacek struggled to get the words out while trying not to freak out that she somehow knew what he was thinking. "Why are you…why are you showing me this?"
The female medic was quiet for a long moment.
"You may not be aware; but right now you're at a crossroad," Novacek took his eyes off the silently floating circling bedding to look at her.
"Just before I came in…you were actually thinking of giving up."
Novacek didn't deny it but he was really finding it hard to concentrate with what was floating above his head. He swallowed nervously. "Could you please…" he stopped because he was really concerned about how she would react if he asked her to stop the 'telekinesis' thing.
Jean sighed and without looking at the bedding; it appeared to fold itself silently before descending to settle at the end of the bare mattress in a neat pile.
"Thank you," said Novacek with obvious relief on his face as he stared at the folded bedding for several seconds. Somehow that simple act was more chilling than what she had done in the CIC.
"You're welcome however back to what we were talking about…you giving up? Why?" asked Jean in a soft but firm tone.
The colonial pilot finally tore his gaze away from the folded sheet, it took a long time before he spoke. "I almost killed someone last night, I'm a has-been pilot and also possibly…" he laughed coldly "no make it…completely insane. I am of no use to anyone; just a waste of space."
Jean was silent for a long moment. "I thought you would go first with being shot down, imprisoned and then tortured for eight years…I guess you're not as far gone as I suspected."
Novacek raised an eyebrow for some strange reason he felt somewhat calm after the two displays of almost goddess-like powers. "You did get the later part of what I did last night, right ?"
"Yes I did, however you seem to ignore the fact that you survived a terrible long ordeal that few would and also you saw reason and resisted killing someone you held directly responsible for your capture. To me that is no small victory," her features became quite bleak "it's a lot easier to kill someone than save a life…when you give in to anger and despair."
Novacek felt chills down his spine and he knew that the woman before him was talking of a personal experience that he was really not keen on hearing about.
"Why are we having this conversation Dr Grey?" ask the pilot again in a polite tone.
The female medic stared into space as if seeing some disturbing memory. "A few weeks ago I was in the same place that you have been. I'm not saying that I experienced exactly the same series of unfortunate events…but I felt I was useless and a waste of space," though her voice remained steady the bleakness in her eyes worried Novacek, he found it hard to believe that someone as powerful as her could have felt useless.
"How did you…deal with it?"
"With the help of my friends and crew…just like how Colonel Tigh helped you last night."
Novacek sighed. "I didn't know that Saul could be so patient and understanding."
To his surprise Jean laughed softly with a chilling edge. "Yes, we were also surprised at how he handled the situation considering our past history with him."
"What do you mean?" asked a curious Novacek.
Jean shook her head. "Perhaps you can discuss that with him if he wishes. Let's return to the subject. Are you going to give up now when you have come so far or use this opportunity to live for something greater ?"
"Like what?" Novacek's voice was harsh.
"Like live for yourself. Losing eight years of your life and your home planet is beyond difficult; however now you have a chance to make things better for yourself. Give yourself time and you'll know what you want to do eventually…just don't give up."
Novacek looked at the woman before him; she understood him more than she was saying and that made him wonder what sort of personal hell had made her the way she was.
"You said I'm a mutant. So…what's my ability?" He couldn't help being skeptical about her claim and besides he wanted to change the topic.
Jean tilted her head to one side. "Tell me; while growing up…you must have had several injuries that healed faster than one would expect in another person."
Novacek nodded reluctantly. "My mum and grand-mum had the same...ability I just didn't mention it during enlistment because I didn't want to be turned into some crazy scientist's personal research guinea pig."
"Very wise, it's probably due to that ability that you survived your captivity."
The pilot pretended to shrug nonchalantly. "Perhaps."
Dr Grey sighed and stood up. " Well Lieutenant Novacek, I'm sorry to say that I have to leave you now. The press conference is in less than 40 minutes and I need to see Dr Cottle first. I'm sure that later you will questions which we'll do our best to answer," Jean paused "I'm glad that you survived." She turned to go.
"Because I'm a mutant?" blurted out Novacek who had finally reluctantly accepted who he was.
Jean smiled before turning round. "No…not really. It's just because." Novacek frowned at the cryptic answer as the doctor quietly left the room.
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The Xavier ; outside the holodeck…
Caprica tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for Baltar. She had called his quarters earlier and found to her amazement that he had forgot to set his alarm.
"I am so sorry," said a harried looking Baltar as he walked up quickly to her as he straightened out his blue t-shirt. " I was so tired last night that I forgot the…"
"Fine, no problem," said Caprica curtly " let just get this started." She moved towards the holodeck.
"You seem to be in a hurry," said Baltar in a curious tone.
"That's because I might finally get some information that I can actually use," she reached the door fully expecting it to open automatically and was stunned when the doors didn't slide apart.
"Open." The doors refused to part, then the female cylon looked up at the ceiling. "Xavier, we're trying to get into the holodeck."
"Please wait a moment as two others will be joining you shortly."
"Who?" asked a surprised Baltar.
"Us." Caprica and the former president of the 12 colonies turned to face Starbuck and Anders. Baltar felt his face drain of colour as he looked at the malicious smile on Starbuck's face , as usual Ander's expression was one of profound suspicion.
Caprica Six folded her arms, not in the least intimidated by the two colonial pilots before her.
"So, that's your job now; being designated watch-dogs?!" If she had expected both of them to react to her word, she was in for a surprise.
"Careful Six," said Kara with a cold smile "dogs tend to bite when something irksome comes their way." Baltar swallowed at the implied threat in Kara's voice.
"Now that you are all assembled," interrupted Xavier before Six responded "the Earth's history lesson is about to start." The holodeck doors slid open.
"Have a nice day," said Xavier calmly as the four humanoids entered the chamber while watching each other warily.
Yeah, Caprica could tell this was going to be a very long day.
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Though Anders had been on the holodeck before; he couldn't help but being constantly blown away by such obviously advanced technology. He felt his heart skip a beat as the four of them stepped into another world.
"What is this?" he heard Kara say.
"The Jurassic Era, 199 million years ago on Earth" As the AI talked three particularly dangerous looking 5 feet tall reptilian life-forms loped past the four observers, Kara found herself taking two steps back as she reached for her absent side-arm. Caprica smiled evilly.
"The environment is perfectly safe; the holographic projections are not aware of you and all safety measures have been activated."
Anders watched as the strange reptiles which were known as velociraptors pounced on a larger docile looking lifeform and began to tear huge chunks of flesh off the screaming dying large mammal.
The male colonial pilot swallowed nervously at the gory spectacle before him. 'T...that's reassuring Xavier."
Baltar adjusted his glasses as he approached the feeding frenzy before them. "This is absolutely fascinating," his tone was reverent as he kept watching.
"I agree," said Six as she placed her hands on her hips "however as fascinating as the Jurassic era is, I want to know more about the dominant species of Earth," she looked up at the projected early morning sky.
"And just which dominant specie are you so interested in?" asked Kara Thrace in a cold tone.
Six tried not to sigh, she knew the hot-headed colonial pilot would love to put a bullet between her eyes but Caprica really didn't feel like playing any mind games with Thrace.
"You know who I'm talking about, we may be enemies but we both want the same thing," Six turned round to face an angry looking Starbuck. "The history of the Thirteenth Tribe is very important to both sides of this conflict and I must say that I'm impressed that Captain Logan is giving us this once in a lifetime opportunity to study his home-world's past so let's stop wasting precious time doing a frakking pissing contest."
Kara's face went extremely red and she would have moved forward to hit Six if Anders hadn't planted himself infront of her. He began to whisper urgent words in her ear as she kept glaring at the female cylon infront of them.
Six turned away, she had wasted enough time.
"Xavier," she remembered in time to be polite to the very intelligent and perceptive A.I, though she strongly suspected it to be a hybrid "please show us the ancestors of the Thirteenth Tribe."
"Genetic studies stated that the humanoids of Earth descended from primates.
The primates diverged from other mammals 85 million years ago in the Late Cretaceous period." The life-like holographic images before them began to speed up and the four of them silently watched as Xavier fast-forwarded the images to show evolution over several million years.
"As evolution of the primates progressed over the years, a certain subgroup known as the Hominidae began to walk upright, this began around 15 to 20 million years ago…"
"Where do humans come into this?" interrupted Anders who was getting confused with all the strange technical terms. Six gritted her teeth to stop herself lashing out at him.
Xavier paused to answer Ander's question. "Humans descended from the genus Homo, the earliest recorded data is of the Homo habilis which evolved 2 to 3 million years ago and has thus evolved over the past 3 million years to the current form of homo mutandis or otherwise commonly known as homo sapien superior."
Six frowned thoughtfully at the words, she knew something Xavier said sounded familiar. "Homo mutandis?" she turned to ask Baltar if he knew what Xavier meant and caught the odd expressions on Kara and Anders' faces and that was when she realized something.
"You know what that means," it wasn't a question.
"Figure it out yourself bitch," answered Kara coldly.
Six didn't bothering answering, she decided to ask someone else who would be more forthcoming. "Xavier, what is homo mutandis or superior? Does that make the people of Earth different greatly from the twelve tribes of Kobol?" Six hoped the answer was yes, because if that was the case then that would mean that the cylons of Earth were superior to colonials! This could mean a lot to her cylon brothers and sisters!
There was a long moment before Xavier answered. "The answer to your question is both yes and no."
Six was speechless. "Please explain," asked a stunned Baltar as the images before him showed the evolving form of Earth's humans from mammals to the bipedal members of the Homo genus.
"The first recorded homo mutandis or to use an easier term 'mutant' appeared in 17,000 BC in ancient Europe."
A holographic image appeared of a pale extremely stunning young looking woman in a black close fitting gown with midnight hair that reached the back of her thighs. She had a malicious smile on her exquisite face that actually made Six take a step back
"Selene Gallio, demon huntress, sorceress, queen and also responsible for the destruction of several empires and disappeared without a trace at the start of the Eugenics War in 2012."
Baltar frowned because the dates made no sense to him however Kara who closely watched Six's reaction was intrigued by the female cylon's reaction. She looked at the holographic projection and swore that she really had to do some more in-depth studying of the mutants of Earth.
" The next recorded mutant was En Sabah Nur, born 6 millennia ago in Ancient Egypt." The image changed to an imposing one of a 7 feet tall muscular man with dark grey skin and blue lines across his lips. He was wearing what appeared to be golden armour. Xavier continued.
"He was a scientist, warlord and conqueror of several empires and after many encounters with the X-men he was eventually stopped by them in 2011 a year before the Eugenics War of 2012."
"What the frak?" whispered a stunned Anders , he shared a worried look with Kara. Both of them knew that Logan had been a former member of the 'X-men' which was possibly an elite covert team that none of them knew about. And they had fought this…En Sabah Nur ? A mutant who had lived for only the Gods knew how long?
Anders had not been idle when it came to reading Earth's history, he had used every available free moment to better understand the Thirteenth Tribe but he was yet to scratch the surface of 'the history of mutants'. For he was afraid of what he would find.
This time it was Baltar who caught the looks on Kara and Ander's faces.
"The X-men ? That sounds like a generic singing boy band, who were they ?"
To Kara's surprise the scene changed once more to show a huge striking mansion with large immaculate lawns. It now appeared as if the four of them were standing on the driveway to massive looking grey gates. The sign on the left stone pillar read ' Xavier's School For the Gifted.'
"What is this?" asked Six in an irritated tone. This was not how she had wanted the visual history to proceed. She had wanted to systematically go through Earth's history so that she could see the influence of her cylon ancestors and possibly find some way of getting the co-ordinates of Earth. She was certain that there was something in the historical data she could use. Surely whoever complied the holographic history couldn't have been that thorough in eliminating all evidence of the location of the Thirteenth Tribe's homeworld ?
"The X-men were a team of highly trained mutants and this is where the team was founded by the late Professor Charles Xavier. Would you like to tour the facilities?"
It was on the tip of Six's tongue to refuse when Baltar surprised her.
"Yes, I would very much like to have a tour," the female cylon turned to glare at him and noticed he was in a staring war with a silently fuming Kara and Anders.
That was when she realized that these two also knew about the 'X-men' and didn't want her or Baltar to aware of it.
"That sounds like a brilliant idea," said Six in a cheerful tone which earned a frosty look from Kara.
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Kara didn't like this at all, to be fair she would love to know all about the X-men but what she hated was letting Six have access to that information as well. She had wanted to order Xavier not to show it but she had to remind herself that Captain Logan had given permission for Six and Baltar to have this 'history lesson'. So she could only hope and pray that Q junior had removed all 'sensitive data' from this 'visual recording'.
Because the last thing any of them needed was Six getting the location of Earth, that would be a frakking disaster of epic proportions.
Kara glanced at Anders who also had a worried expression on his face and she knew he was thinking the same thing. Kara turned back to keep an eye on Kara and Baltar as they walked ahead past the grey metal gates. The female colonial pilot took time to study the structure of the building before her. It was almost similar to historical buildings that had existed on Caprica before the holocaust. Kara clenched her fists as rage filled her, one of the architects of that atrocity was right in-front of her and at the moment the colonial officer was quite tempted in strangling the arrogant female cylon.
"It's pretty quiet for a school," said Baltar tentatively.
Before anyone could say a word the front doors swung open to show a young man with wavy short auburn hair, he was wearing tan slacks with a white buttoned shirt and a sky blue jacket. The slim young man stepped forward with a genuine warm smile of his face.
"Please come in and sorry to keep you waiting, my name is Charles Xavier and welcome to the school for the gifted." Kara stared at the young man who looked to be in his middle twenties. She knew it and the surroundings were a holographic image but it seemed so real.
"You're a professor ? What did you do, start school before you were born ?"
Six pinched her forehead at what she considered an idiotic statement from Kara. However the holographic three- dimensional image of Charles Xavier smiled gently. It was hard to believe this was a genius, he had none of the brashness or arrogance of many academic brainacs who had accomplished a lot in their life-time.
"No, no. I simply completed my doctorate on human evolution at Oxford University at the age of 27 years in the year 1962 then by August of that same year we opened this school for those with special gifts."
"He means a school for mutants," said another voice and they all turned to face a tall attractive dark-haired man in his early 30s leaning against an oak door. He was dressed in a black turtle-neck sweater and grey slacks which only emphasized the well-toned masculine body it covered. While Charles Xavier's attitude was open and welcoming, this newcomer had a hard look on his face and regarded them with barely hidden suspicion.
"Please allow me to introduce Erik Lensherr, the co-founder of the School for the Gifted," said Charles with a weary affectionate smile on his face.
"Another professor ?" asked Baltar in a disbelieving tone. Erik Lensherr turned his cold blue eyes on the former colonial president.
"Hardly. What are you doing here?"
Baltar was struck speechless by the abrupt rude question from the hologram.
"We…only wish to know about Earth's people and about the…mutants," hastily answered Six as she thought fast "this is an interactive history lesson is it not?" She found herself pinned by the hard gaze of the one known as Eric Lensherr. He stared at her for a long moment before he turned to the young professor who had been silent throughout the exchange.
"Well at least one of them was smart enough to read the instructions."
Charles Xavier sighed. "Eric, let's be nice please."
In the background Kara and Anders exchanged a bemused look. This history tour was turning out to be something else entirely. Talk about historical holograms with attitudes!
Six looked at the two 'men' before her.
"Professor Charles Xavier, this ship is named after you is it not?"
Charles looked at the ceiling. "It appears so but I will be unable to give you the reason why." Six frowned for that had been her next question.
"Are we going to stand here yammering pointlessly about nothing or is this historical tour ever going to take place?" asked an obviously very irritated Lensherr.
Six forced herself not to snap at him, for a hologram he was seriously getting on her nerves. "Please proceed," she managed to say in an even tone.
The hologram known as Xavier gave her an apologetic smile. "Please follow me."
As the small group moved further into the 'mansion' Kara became very aware that Eric Lensherr hung back, it seemed like he was watching them a lot more closely than the friendly Xavier.
"He does sound a bit like the A.I," said Anders in a low voice. Kara almost stopped at his words.
"You mean the…Professor?" Kara's husband snuck a look at her.
"Can't you tell ? Maybe Q modelled the A.I after the guy."
'Maybe he's someone important then, cause you don't name a ship this powerful after a nobody," whispered Kara back. She quickly glanced back to see Eric was glaring at them.
"What the frak is his problem?" whispered Kara as she moved closer to Anders so that her voice didn't carry to those around them. Anders didn't have to turn to know that she was talking about the silent menacing 'hologram' behind them.
"Don't know, maybe if we listen long enough, we'll find out why." The two moved closer to Six and Baltar as they listened to 'Professor Xavier."
"Now what you need to know at this point is that the current Earth date is November the 20th 2382A.D…'
"What does A.D stand for? I expect that is some form of dating system," interrupted Baltar. Xavier nodded.
"Yes it is, it an abbreviation for Anno Domini…" Kara and Six lifted their heads at the ancient Kobolian words, Xavier continued.
"…which when translated mean…"
"Year of our Lord…" said Six in a smug voice "so Earth worships the One God?"
Kara closed her eye briefly in exasperation, she was saved from answering by a dry laugh by Eric Lensherr.
"Oh you have no idea how wrong you are. There are hundreds and thousands of different religions on Earth alone which means so many deities or entities if you would prefer the latter term."
Six had a confused expression on her face. "That…that can't be possible."
"I know it's a lot to believe," added the young Charles Xavier earnestly "however we could finish talking about the school first then if you wish we can discuss more about the different religions of Earth."
Kara smiled coldly at the look on the Six's face, she hoped there was more 'bad' news to follow for the female cylon.
"Thank you," said Six as she tried to compose herself.
The small group was still in the large foyer of the mansion. "This home belonged to my family for generations, however due to it's location, Eric and I decided it would be perfect for a school for mutants," Charles looked at the people before him.
"I don't have to read your mind to know that your next question is 'what is a mutant ?'
Well to put it simply being a mutant is and was the next step in the evolutionary ladder for the human species. It is the manifestation of a certain collection of genes which cause the human body to react in specific ways to it's environment both physically and psychologically."
Eric Lensherr closed his eyes and groaned. "Charles in English please, even though I know what you're talking about you still manage to confuse me, in-fact why don't we just simply show them."
"Show us what…?" asked Six as they all turned in time to see Eric point his right hand to a collection of beautiful antique metal swords that were on the wall. Her words froze in her mouth when she saw all the swords vibrate before coming off the wall and floating towards Lensherr
"It's so much simpler that way," continued Eric as the sharp swords began to revolve around him.
Charles let them absorb that image for a long moment before speaking.
"Eric and I…we're mutants."
Baltar's mouth was wide open for a long moment before he turned back to Charles Xavier. "Please tell me this is some type of joke."
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Hi everyone, so sorry this is quite late. I'm still writing , just that things have been a bit hectic for me lately. Hope you all enjoy this chapter. Please read and enjoy.
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