God had a plan for Kara Thrace and Lee Adama, but there were only so many of his children he could sacrifice to give them what they wanted.
God had a plan for Kara Thrace and Lee Adama, but there were only so many of his children he could sacrifice to give them what they wanted.
The first sacrifice made was a small one. A lonely Raider for the opportunity to give the children of Zeus a taste of what it was like to fly alone. And it worked. He pushed himself harder than ever before, and she came up with a plan that was so out of the box that it had to work. God didn't help her pilot the Raider.
And so the Fleet regained its precious daughter at the expense of one small enemy ship. The sacrifice would come back to hurt them later.
The second mistake was made by simply letting the Fleet take one of their tylium mines. Humanity needed to keep running. God's plan was not in place yet. Letting him take the lead while she was so physically weak helped even the playing field. Artemis learned to have respect for her Apollo, but tragically, it didn't last.
God's plan almost came to fruition during humanity's silly memorial holiday. The work done during the loss of the tylium mine set events in motion that no one could stop.
Yet when it came down to it, the truth was staring God in the face. It was too much, too soon. He wasn't ready to admit his feelings, still finding them inappropriate and ill-timed. She wasn't ready to face the consequences of what was lurking inside of her.
The largest sacrifice was made when she left him behind with the taste of his blood on his lip and an apology ringing in his ears. God had sent one of his followers to punish her. She needed to learn that the will of God was not to be trifled with.
Kara Thrace proved tougher than at first glance. She killed the Six model without a second thought. For that action, she was punished. God did not like being proven a fool.
After reevalutation, it became evident that God was going to have to push a little harder. It was time to get just a bit more clever and a lot less subtle.
The virus wreaked havoc through the battlestar, and in the end, it took almost killing both of the children of Zeus to get them to face one another. Together they stayed alive, but the metaphor was lost in the fallout.
It was the renegade Cylon that kept the virus from following its true purpose. God decided that, baby or no baby, Sharon would pay.
Then, it was time to make the final sacrifice for one of the followers of God. Gina was a good disciple, taking the punishment of being unmasked weeks before she was needed simply to put herself into place. She managed to place the dormant FTL coordinates in the CIC's system before letting herself be taken. When the time came, Pegasus jumped right to its brother.
And the children learned what it was like to be taken from the father.
The next sacrifice was hard to make. So many innocent lives were lost to break down Apollo's ability to fly. His wings were taken right along with his pride.
The point was to drag him down so she could pick him up. It had happened perfectly when it was the daughter down on the planet and the son in the air, but for some reason, the opposite only pushed them apart. He struggled for a reason to keep fighting, and she let herself get caught up in inconsequential details.
God was not scared. His will would be done. To prove his lack of fear, he prepared to sacrifice one of his best.
Scar.
The situations spun out of control, too fast for even God to intervene. They were speaking, being honest for the first time in a long while, and then they were being more than honest. Victory was within reach, but she pushed him away. Humanity's drug mixed with the feelings inside her, and it exploded.
This time, when he almost died, it was no one's fault but her own.
God did the only thing he could, making sure the criminals' lives ended as soon as possible. Lee Adama was not supposed to die. Destinies would be clouded to the point of no return. He could not be lost, not yet.
The pain from his shoulder faded, but the pain in his heart did not. This time he did not drown in his thoughts. Instead, he simmered in his anger until he had the opportunity to take a chunk out of her heart as compensation.
A small glimmer of hope shining between them was all God needed. The truth was becoming painfully obvious. The children of Zeus could not be pushed into anything, but given time, they would naturally drift to their destiny.
You could not run from destiny.
The two children of Zeus needed to be with one another. They needed to have a child. They would show the Cylons the true way to create new life, and with that new life, the son of Zeus would never grow to take control from his father's aging hand. He would never feel the pain that would push him to the edge of sanity. With the daughter of Zeus by his side, the dying leader of humanity would never be.
Yes, God had a plan.
And all he needed was time.
