Commander Garrett sat at her desk in her quarters. She looked at the photographs on her desk. One of her in her flight uniform with her Raptor squadron when she had been a pilot, one with her and her old XO Colonel Belzen, one of her much younger with her grandparents who had raised her and another of her as a young child with her mother. Since finding the Olympus and reading the ships logs she awoke everyday thinking that today would be the day they found her father. She had no pictures with him, even if she had they would be buried at the bottom of a draw somewhere. She also had Commander Johansson's photographs on the wall to her left, she couldn't bring herself to take them down. They reminded her everyday of the job she had inherited and how she wanted to do that job. The last couple of days she had found herself with a decision that she couldn't make alone. The ramifications if it went wrong would be massive. Everyone she had spoken too was in agreement with her, that made her feel better about what she was about to do. The silence was broken by a knock on the door.

"Come in." Garrett called out.

As the door opened she smiled as she saw Sergeant Vannick and Grace walk in. Their injuries from the recent incident on the Mussa Sala were starting to fade.

"Sergeant you can leave us." Garrett said.

"Yes ma'am." He replied.

As he left the room Garrett stood, "Please take a seat, can I offer you a drink?"

"Yes please." Grace replied.

Garrett silently poured them both a glass of whiskey and handed it over to her.

"Thank you." Grace said.

The Commander sat back down in her chair, "I've been looking over everything you've done since you came aboard Orion and reading through all the after action reports of what happened back on Sagittaron. I've had a lot to think about."

"Is everything okay?" Grace asked nervously.

"Yes everything is. Gunnery Sergeant Trent told me about you saving their lives while you were looking for Skeeter. He said he would have been dead if it hadn't been for what you did."

"I did what I had to do, they hadn't seen the man sneak up on them."

"Everyone who has worked along side you or had dealings with you has said how much they enjoy working with you. I'm going to cut to the chase, I've been trying to figure out what to do with you. Having you sat in your quarters all day everyday is a waste of your talents. I've asked the crew about my decision and they are all in agreement with me. I would like to offer you the position of junior medical officer aboard this ship."

"Are you serious?" Grace asked.

Garrett nodded her head, "Dr Hammond jumped at the chance to have you work with her after what you did to save Bojay."

"I'm honoured," Grace replied, "I promise I won't let you down."

Vanessa smiled, "I know you won't."

Carrie sat on one of the ladders that led down to one of Orion's flight deck. She had found herself coming here more and more and just sitting and watching Vipers and Raptors come and go. Watching the deck gang as they went about their business, fixing ships. The one thing that she had noticed more than anything else was the solidarity that held them all together. The smiles and laughter that went on, was more than she would have thought. She had found herself to be quite a people watcher.

"Hey."

Carrie snapped out of her trance and looked up to see Wedge standing next to her.

"Hey." She replied.

"You okay sitting here all by yourself?" he asked.

Carrie nodded her head, "Yeah believe it or not I really rather enjoy watching everything happen, everyone coming and going, it's quite relaxing."

"Can I join you?" he asked.

"Sure take a seat Captain." She replied.

"You noticed huh?" Wedge replied.

"The promotion?" she replied, "Yeah I did, well done."

"Thanks." He said as he sat down.

"I should say thanks to you." She said smiling.

"What for?" he asked.

"Not freaking the frak out when you found out whose sister I was. Man I'm getting sick of people on this ship talking to me, finding out who I am and then not talking to me again."

"Your brother is a good friend to me and one hell of a pilot, the best I've ever seen but to the rest of this crew, he can be one hell of an intimidating figure. Everyone knows what he's done and what he's capable of. While everyone respects him, some of the guys are a little scared of him. You know better than anyone what he did to rescue Skeeter his best friend and if he's prepared to do that and go to those extremes to save his best friend what kind of extremes do you think he'd go to for you? Some people just don't see further than that. What you need to show is that you're a badass in your own right."

Carrie laughed, "A badass, me?"

"Yeah why not?" Wedge replied.

"Well I'm glad you still talk to me." She said giving him a hug, "It's nice to have some friends."

"You're welcome. So are you going to the pyramid game tomorrow?" Wedge asked.

"What pyramid game?" Carrie replied.

"There is a league in the fleet, there are six or seven teams on Orion alone. I was wondering if you wanted to go?" Wedge asked.

"Sure." She replied with a smile, "It's a date."

"What's a date?" Archangel asked walking up behind them.

"Anthony is taking me to the pyramid game tomorrow." Carrie replied.

"Good for Anthony," Archangel replied, "I didn't know you were a fan?"

"I decided it was time to give it a go." She replied with a smile.

"Maybe I'll see you both there."

As he finished speaking action stations began to sound.

"Set condition one throughout the ship, unidentified ship just came into dradis range, launch Vipers." Colonel Rae's voice said over the COM.

"Be safe." Carrie shouted to her brother and Wedge as they both took off for their birds.

She watched as pilots scattered into their ships and were launched one after the other into tubes.

On CIC Commander Garrett met Colonel Rae at the dradis console.

"What have we got?" she asked.

"We're not sure. Whoever it is didn't jump in they just appeared on dradis. There is no reply from them but there does appear to be very minimal power coming from whatever it is." Rae said.

"Are Vipers away?" Garrett asked.

"Yes ma'am Archangel is leading them, they'll be in visual range in two minutes." Rae replied.

"Lieutenant Taylor please keep trying to make contact with them." Garrett ordered.

"Yes ma'am." Taylor answered.

"Tell all fleet ships to spool up their FTL's but to stay put for now."

Archangel and Wedge led the Vipers towards the unidentified ship.

"Okay guys it may only be one target but I want you to stick together and don't take any risks." Archangel said.

As the fighters flew closer they could see the very old and battered ship floating through space.

"Orion this is Archangel. The ship is very old, like pre the first Cylon war old, it's just drifting. Judging by the scaring on the hull it's seen some action, but it hasn't been damaged enough to stop it from working. I think they must have just run out of power."

"Archangel this is Orion Actual, if you don't think it poses a threat send all but a couple of Vipers back. We're going to send a some Raptors to you and tow it back so we can take a look." Garrett replied over the COM.

"No problem." Archangel replied, "Okay guys, Wedge I want you to stay with me, everyone else head back to the barn."

"I don't think I've seen a ship like this before." Wedge said.

"I do recognise the design but it looks like it's had some work done to upgrade it." Archangel replied.

Both Vipers took up a position in front of the floating ship.

"I wonder what brought them out here?" Wedge said.

"Maybe we'll find out when they get it onboard. I always find dead ships like this sad." Archangel replied.

"I know what you mean." Wedge replied.

As Bojay walked onto the hanger deck he was still feeling a little stiff but he was ready to get back to work. He couldn't bear be fussed over any more than he already had been.

"You sure you're ready to be back at work?" Bria asked as she walked along side him.

"Yes I'm fine." Bojay replied, "I think I can handle a simple job like this."

"I hope so, I don't want to get killed because you needed some more sleep." Bria said with a smile.

"HA HA HA, you're so fraking funny." Bojay said sarcastically.

"I aim to please." She replied, taking a bow.

As they got onto their Raptor it felt good to be back where he belonged.

Minutes later he and Hydra were flying through space towards the ship they were assigned to tow back in.

"You okay over there?" Hydra asked over the COM.

"Sure am," Bojay replied, "Nothing like having your insides ripped apart to make you miss this."

As they reached the old ship, Archangel and Wedge greeted them.

"Frak me I've not seen one of these other than on the pages of a book." Bojay said as he moved his Raptor into position.

"Personally I can't wait to see what's inside." Wedge replied.

As the Raptors attached tow cables to the ship, the pilots continued their chatter. Ten minutes later they were on their way back in.

The hanger deck was full of people trying to get a glimpse of the ship they were bringing in. As the old ship came to a halt, Chief of the Deck Arthur James met the Commander. The middle-aged man looked quite excited about the ship that had found himself on his deck.

"Have you ever seen this class of ship before?" Garrett asked.

"Not in a very long time." Arthur replied.

"Want to take a look what's inside?" Garrett replied with a smile.

"I thought you'd never ask."

The Chief walked up to the side of the ship, it only took him a couple of minutes to find a hatch that would lead them inside.

"I'm going to need a cutting torch to get in here." He said.

Moments later a couple of the deck gang had brought one and a protective visor over to him. The next few minutes seemed to take an eternity for those watching as he slowly cut through the door. When it fell onto the ground they were met by the stench of death as oxygen seeped into the sealed tomb of a ship. Inside the ship was total darkness, nothing could be seen.

"Chief I want this ship checked before any of your crew go inside." The Commander said.

"Yes ma'am."

"Sergeant as you're the closest marines here I want you to take a look inside." Garrett said.

"Yes ma'am." Vannick replied.

Vannick switched on the torch on his rifle and led the team of marines into the pitch-black ship. The smell inside was dreadful, he knew somewhere there were going to be dead bodies. The ship was old and the inside showed that. The metal walls were covered in rust and other damage. It didn't take long to reach the small ship's bridge. They were greeted by six bodies in various states of decay. One of the other marines behind Vannick threw up when he saw what was in front of him. Vannick moved closer he saw a familiar face looking back at him. A number 5 Cylon lay dead, he was the least decayed of the bodies.

"Commander can you hear me?" he said over his radio.

"Yes Sergeant, what do you see?" she replied.

"There are six bodies on the bridge, they're all pretty badly decayed but I can tell one of them is a human Cylon we've seen before."

"Are you sure?" Garrett replied.

"Yes ma'am I've killed enough of this son of a bitch to remember his face forever."

"What about the others?" she asked.

"I can't tell, they're too far gone." He replied.

"Okay, secure the rest of the ship, I'll send for a medical team."

"Yes ma'am," Vannick replied, "You okay back there Joey?"

The marine who had been sick looked up, "Let's get this the frak over with Serg."

Adam Grayson wondered why he had agreed to anything that had been happening since the attack. Since he had become Mr Arilon he felt as though he had no control over his life or the decisions that "The Twelve" made as a group. Now they wanted him to become the public face of the NCO. He didn't know how things would change when this happened but he had the feeling they wouldn't be good.

"I'm not sure about this." He said.

"This has to be done." Mr Caprica replied.

"They're going to come after me." Adam replied.

"You're well known for being anti violence, you're a trusted and well respected man." Miss Tauron said.

"People will believe whatever you have to say." Mr Caprica added.

"Then you have a lot more faith in people that I do." Adam said.

"The video is being readied to transmit as we speak," Mr Caprica said, "It will be broadcast from a ship on the other side of the fleet so you'll be safe. Plus we're about to tell the people of this fleet some home truths that our President and Commander haven't, this will be a good thing for us."

"I hope you're right, for all our sakes." Adam replied.

Grace walked through the wrecked ship with a team of medics towards the bodies Vannick had found. It was exciting to be part of the crew and this was the first time she had been called out of the sickbay. As they arrived on the bridge she put her bag down on the ground and walked over to the bodies. Shock hit her when she saw the identity of one of the bodies.

"This one is a Cylon." She said.

"Are you sure?" Vannick asked.

"Positive. We need to get the rest of them back to sickbay immediately so I can run tests on the others."

"Commander, this is Vannick, we need to get these bodies out, Grace has confirmed one of them as a Cylon and wants to run tests on the others."

"Is she sure?" Garrett replied.

"Yes ma'am she is."

"Okay I defer to her then. Did you find anything else?"

"No nothing, the rest of the ship appears clean." Vannick replied.

"Thank you."

"Okay you can take the bodies away." Vannick said.

"Guys lets be quick and careful," Grace said, "I want the rest of these bodies identified ASAP."

Skeeter sat behind the President as he held a meeting with his cabinet and the Quorum of Twelve. He hadn't paid any attention to what was being said. In the first couple of meetings he had been too he had listened to every word, then the Vice President's bodyguard had told him not to bother as things never concerned them. Even though politics bored him silly, this had been the first time since they joined the fleet that he genuinely felt in the right place. Since Sagittaron and Caprica he had gotten used to not having a gun on his hip 24/7, now he had to get used to it all over again. He tried so hard not to fidget during the first meeting. Then once again the Vice President's bodyguard had shown him where to put it so he wouldn't even notice it when he sat down. He was getting to grips with the job and the people around him were really nice. There were certain politicians he had met over the last few days that he didn't like at all, but on the whole they all seemed to genuinely want to help the people of the fleet. The President's chief of staff Thomas Jones seemed like a nice enough guy but his heart clearly wasn't in the job he was performing. Skeeter had noticed a lot when the President had had to remind Thomas to do something or wait a long time for something he needed. Each evening when they had finished their day Thomas was first in the bar and was always the last to leave, it felt to Skeeter that he would be getting fired anytime soon.

Skeeter looked out of the massive window to the right hand side of the long table and looked up at the massive Battlestar Orion. It dwarfed everything except for the Starburst by a long way. It was an impressive sight to behold, Skeeter actually found himself thinking it was a thing of beauty. He loved watching the Vipers launch, wondering if any of them were Archangel. His attention was brought back to the room when he heard them talking about the Mussa Sala and the events that had happened after his capture. They were discussing whether or not it would be a good thing to tell the people of the fleet.

"I think the less they know the better." The Canceron representative said.

"The fact we've managed to keep it quiet this long amazes me." Vice President Natasha Cobb replied, "It was a mess over there. I think the people have a right to know what's going on."

Everyone's attention shifted to the President who sat silently for a few moments.

"Maybe we should ask someone who was actually involved what they think?" The President said.

Suddenly Skeeter realised the President was talking about him. He didn't know whether to speak or not. That was cleared up though when Milo turned to him, "So Mr Kent as you were involved, what do you think? You know what it's like to live in the fleet as a citizen as well."

Skeeter cleared his throat, "I think that with the NCO gaining support with the civilian population, then maybe they should be made aware of what happened, what one of their senior members did."

"With all due respect, how can a very junior member of your support staff be expected to have a useable opinion on this matter?" The Canceron representative replied in a curt tone.

"With all due respect sir, you weren't there. I think the people need to know the kind of scum the NCO are," Skeeter replied, "They need to know that amongst the torture they doled out to us, they were prepared to shoot a Colonial officer in the back, murdering her. I say expose these cowards for what they are before it's too late."

Milo hadn't taken his attention away from the Canceron representative the whole time Skeeter had spoken, he looked pissed off and he was. He was fuming at the way Skeeter had been spoken too and it was something that would have to be dealt with.

"We're going to make a statement," Milo said, "We'll craft it well and deliver it as soon as possible."

Grace and Dr Hammond looked at the test results in front of them.

"Well there's no question." Hammond said.

"What were they doing out this far, in a ship so old?" Grace said.

"I guess we'll never know." Hammond replied, "But your hunch was right, all Cylon. Guess I better tell the Commander."

The doctor picked up the phone by her desk and called up to the CIC, moments later she was talking to the Commander.

"The results are back," Hammond said, "Grace was right, all the bodies are Cylon."

"Is there any way to tell how they died?" Garrett replied.

"We've run some tests on the least decomposed body and from what we can tell it was asphyxia."

"Thank you," Garrett replied, "Hopefully the Chief will be able to uncover some details on what actually happened."

Chief Arthur James sat on the bridge of the old ship. He had brought generators aboard and was working on restoring some of the navigational systems to see where the ship had been. Doing something different to fixing Vipers and Raptors had been quite exciting. He looked forward to trying to find any secrets the ship had to offer. The Chief jumped as Archangel walked up behind him and spoke.

"Any joy?" Archangel asked.

"It's going to be slow going. I'm just trying to restore power to certain systems so I can get the navigational logs." The Chief replied.

"I'm looking forward to seeing where this old bucket has been." Archangel replied.

"I'll let you know when I have everything up and running." The Chief replied.

"Thanks."

The next day things were more or less back to normal. Traffic to Orion was larger than usual. The pyramid game between the Orion Raptors and the Starburst Engineers was drawing in a large crowd. The pyramid league in the fleet had been a successful attempt to bring the people together.

The Orion Raptors had been top of the league for the last three games, no one seemed to be able to beat them, much to the frustration of all the other teams aboard the ship. Bria the team's captain was first in the locker room as usual. She had her own pre-match routine, which she liked to get finished before the rest of the team arrived. Orion's pyramid court and the two changing rooms had been put together from a number of unused cargo areas aboard the ship. When it had first been suggested back when Commander Johannsen had been alive, he was quick to approve the idea. As the rest of the team arrived she was ready in her gear. Hydra was the first to walk in, followed by the rest of the team. Everyone was in good spirits, laughing and joking with each other as they got ready for the match. When they were all ready Bria got them all together for a team talk.

"Okay we're not going to talk tactics, we did that in training yesterday. We all know what we've got to do. We win this game and it moves us further away from the marines who are breathing down our necks in second place. The Starburst Engineers may be rock bottom of the table but they can still play a good game when they want to. I don't want anyone taking any stupid risks and showing off and yes Animal, I'm talking to you."

The young pilot smiled and went a little red as he was singled out.

"Now let's go out there and embarrass them, not ourselves."

As the supporters and fans arrived and headed into the makeshift stadium Carrie stood waiting for Wedge. She smiled when she saw him walking up to her dressed in his blue uniform.

"Hey, sorry I'm late, one of the nuggets needed some help." He said.

"Don't worry about it," She replied with a smile, "Shall we find a seat?"

As the two walked inside Archangel, Grace and Vannick weren't far behind them.

"Hey wasn't that Wedge and your sister?" Vannick asked.

"Yeah." Archangel replied.

"We should catch up with them." Vannick replied.

"I think it's supposed to be a date." Archangel replied.

"And you're okay with Wedge going on a date with your sister?" Vannick asked.

"Wedge is a good guy and it's better than some of the yahoos she could have gone out with." Archangel replied.

As they entered the arena Archangel chose the opposite stands for them to sit in, giving his sister some privacy.

"You know this is my first pyramid game ever." Grace said with a smile.

"Really?" Archangel replied.

She nodded her head in reply, "Yeah, never really thought about going before."

"My dad used to take my brother and I when we were kids to see the Bucks all the time. I used to enjoy the games but my brother was a die-hard fan. He played for his college team, he was really good. He was in talks to sign for them when the Fall happened." Archangel replied.

Everyone began to cheer as the two teams entered the court ready for tip off.

The Chief had no idea what time it was and he didn't care, he was enjoying himself way too much. He looked up as one of his deck hands walked in with a cup of coffee in her hand. Jo Read was one of his most senior deck hands, the two had known each other for nearly ten years.

"If you're not going to get some sleep I thought you might like a coffee." She said handing him the cup.

"Thank you." He replied.

"Any joy so far?" she asked.

"Yes, I've just unlocked the nav computer and now some other systems are coming online. I'm uploading the data to the CIC but I've found an interesting schematic of the ship." The Chief replied.

"I forget that you get all 'happy' around old ship schematics." Jo replied with a smile.

"Well this one gave me reason. According to this, there is another section of the ship that we hadn't found. It looks like it was added after the ship was built. It's just off where we are now, I'm just trying to figure out a way of getting into it."

"Shouldn't you tell the CIC? There could be anything in there." She replied.

"Relax, I already have, they're going to send down some marines. But I've done a scan and from what I can tell there isn't anyone alive in there and there doesn't seem to be any electrical readouts coming from inside." He replied.

There was a beep from the laptop and the Chief smiled.

"Bazinga, we're in." he said getting up and walking to the door, "You coming?"

"I suppose so." She replied, "Can't let you have all the fun."

They both picked up a torch and quickly walked the short distance to the secret door. As the Chief pressed the doors hidden latch, it hissed open to reveal a pitch-black room.

"Ladies first?" the chief said.

"Age before beauty." She replied signalling her friend to walk in first. The Chief led the way down the short corridor to the large hidden room. As they shone their torches around they both stood routed to the spot in shock.

"Oh frak me." Jo said.

Lining the walls were very old Cylon Centurions.

"We have to get the frak out of here!" Jo said.

"Relax, look at them, they're powered down and as I said there is no sign of any power signatures coming from in here." The Chief replied.

"I've never seen Cylons that look like this before?"

"I have in a museum, these were the first Cylons built by Graystone Industries, the U-87s, the ones who started it all."

The Chief walked closer to the nearest giant metal monster to get a better look.

"This is amazing." He said.

"I'm going to call the CIC." Jo replied not sharing any of the Chief's enthusiasm at all.

"Just look at them." He said.

He reached out and ran his hand along the cold metal frame. Suddenly without warning it's arm reached out and grabbed him by the neck. It's red eye looking down at him. It lifted the Chief off the ground bringing them face to face. It looked at him for a few moments before squeezing his neck with all its strength, popping his head clean off his shoulders. Jo screamed in terror. As she turned to run the red eyes of the other U-87s came to life, cutting through the darkness.

She screamed as she ran back onto the hanger deck. There were a couple of other deck hands working near by who came over to her.

"What's wrong?" one of them asked.

"We have to run." She yelled as she pushed past them, "Cylons!"

As the first of the U-87's came out of the ship ,the two deck hands joined her in running away. Their screams were cut short but the sound of three bullets, all hitting their mark accurately.

Twelve of the metal beasts came out of the dark ship.

"Initial scans detect one humanoid Cylon and a cybernetic humanoid aboard this ship." One of them said in a cold metallic voice.

"They must be prisoners of the humans. We must liberate them."

"By your command." The other eleven U-87s all said together.

Everyone cheered as Bria scored her second goal of the game. Archangel looked over at Grace who was smiling. His smile soon changed to concern when he saw her holding her head.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Something's wrong." She replied.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I don't know, I have to get out of here." She said standing up and walking away. Archangel stood up to follow her.

"Everything okay?" Vannick asked.

"She needs some air." Archangel replied.

"Want me to come?" Vannick asked.

"No it's fine, stay and watch the game." Archangel replied walking after Grace.

When Archangel caught up with her outside she was standing against the wall still holding her head.

"What's wrong?" Archangel asked.

"It's like, for a second, something entered my mind." She replied.

"What? How?"

"As if something linked in with me, just for a moment."

"What could do that?" Archangel asked.

"I've never experienced anything like this before. There were stories about the Cylons during the war, when we were created, they could sense us. But they had that ability removed."

"But there are none of those Cylons here." Archangel replied.

They both looked at each other and spoke at the same time, "The ship."

Archangel picked up one of the phones nearby and was quickly transferred over to the CIC.

"This is Rae." The XO said over the COM.

"Colonel there may be Cylons onboard." Archangel replied.

"How is that possible?" Rae replied.

"Grace has just experienced something that is only possible around old Cylons, like the ones from the first war. The only way they could have been onboard is from the ship we brought in."

"The Chief did report he found a hidden section to the ship." Rae said.

"That must be it." Archangel replied, "We need to get that area locked down."

"Agreed, there are marines on their way already, take Grace to sickbay, make sure she's okay."

"Yes ma'am."

As the XO put the phone down she turned to Lt Taylor.

"Have the marines checked in yet?" Rae asked.

"Not yet but they are nearly there."

"Send three more squads to the hanger bay, I want it locked down and the deck gang out, we may have brought Cylons onboard and get the Commander up here." the XO ordered.

"Yes ma'am."

After a few moments the silence was broken, "Colonel I'm not getting any response from the Chief or any of the other deck gang in that section." Taylor said.

"Frak." Rae walked over to one of the control screens and brought up various cameras from where the ship was. When she saw the three bodies on the ground she enlarged the camera.

"Dam it. Sound condition one throughout the ship." Rae said.

"Ma'am the Commander is on her way. What should we do about the civilians at the Pyramid court?" Taylor asked.

"Seal it off, they'll be safer inside." Rae replied, "Put me through to the ship."

"Yes ma'am."

Rae picked up her handset, "All hands this is the XO. We have been boarded by an undetermined amount of Cylons. All civilians in the Pyramid court must stay where you are until the situation has been resolved. All department heads report your status to the CIC, all marines are to call in on all decks, search the ship section by section."

She put the handset down as the Commander came onto the CIC.

"I just heard, where are they and how many are we facing?" Garrett asked.

"We're not sure yet. I was about to pull up all the camera footage to see what we can see." Rae said.

"Good, that's your job. Miss Taylor put me through to Gunstar Cryxus." Garrett asked.

"Cryxus Actual, this is Orion Actual." Garrett said into her handset.

"Orion Actual this is Captain Reynolds." came the response.

"Captain we've been boarded by Cylons."

"Yes ma'am I just heard."

"I want you to jump to the next co-ordinates with the fleet, we'll stay behind until we've taken control of the situation. Please inform the President what has happened on the other side of the jump."

"Yes ma'am." He replied.

"See you on the other side." Garrett said.

"Good hunting Commander."

Garrett put down her handset and took a deep breath, "Miss Taylor please inform the CAP to land on the Cryxus and go with them."

"Yes Ma'am." Taylor replied.

Sergeant Lucas Jennings led his team of marines onto the quietest part of all the hanger decks. There was no sound at all. He had fought his fair share of Cylons during the rescue missions back on the Colonies so he was ready for this. They walked in silently with their rifles at the ready. There was no sign of them, but they saw the three bodies on the ground. Jennings signalled his squad to follow him. As he reached Jo's body he checked for a pulse.

"Is she dead?" one of the other privates asked quietly.

Jennings checked again, "No I can feel a pulse but it's very weak. Jones, Hastings take her to sickbay now, quick and quiet."

"Yes sir." Jones replied.

Jennings checked the other bodies but they had not been so lucky. He signalled to one of his men to follow him into the ship.

"You four stay out here." He ordered.

He and the other marine reached into one of their pouches and both took out a small eyepiece. They clicked it onto their helmets and pulled it down over their right eye. As it powered up they could see in night vision as they went inside.

"These things give me a headache." the Private whispered.

"Shut your fraking mouth or I'll give you a fraking aneurysm." Jennings replied.

"Sorry."

They both walked in silently and quickly found the hidden room. Jennings walked in first. Inside he found the horrific sight of the dead chief and nothing else. He turned on his radio.

"Commander, I have Sergeant Jennings on the horn." Taylor said.

"Put him through," Garrett said as she walked back to the dradis console, "What do you see Sergeant?"

"Ma'am there is no sign of the Cylons at all. The Chief is dead as are two other deck hands. We found Specialist Read, she's in bad shape but she's still alive, I've sent two of my guys to take her to sickbay."

"Okay. I want you to seal off that section of the hanger bay and post some of your men at the entrance."

"Yes ma'am."

"Commander we've found them." Rae said.

Garrett walked over to the camera footage, "They appear to be on C deck, section 32." Rae said.

"Where can they get to from there?" Garrett asked.

"Sick bay and the CIC are the closest areas of importance." Rae replied, "But essentially they can get anywhere they want."

"Okay send marine teams there at once, I want this stopped, now." Garrett replied.

"Yes ma'am." Taylor said.

"Commander I must insist we lock down the CIC in case this is their target." Rae said.

"What? I'm not locking down CIC."

"Commander if they head here, not only can they kill you they can take over the entire ship." Rae replied.

"I will not sit here while the rest of my crew is in danger, if they come here then we will fight them off." Garrett replied.

"I'm sorry Commander but I cannot allow them to get here. This crew has lost one commanding officer, they're not loosing another."

Garrett stood in silence, she knew her XO was not going to back down, that was one of her best qualities.

"You have to think of the bigger picture." Rae said.

"Okay." Garrett replied quietly.

The Colonel walked over to the dradis console and activated a lock down. Seconds later all the entrances to the CIC were reinforced with 12" of solid steel. Everyone sat silently.

"Lt Taylor, please inform sickbay, the engine room and the magazines to do the same." Rae ordered.

"Yes Colonel." Taylor replied.

"I have to find my brother." Carrie said getting up.

"You can't go out there on your own with Cylons onboard." Wedge replied.

"Then you better come with me." She replied.

Wedge quickly stood up and followed her to the doorway. As they reached it a marine was about to close the arena off.

"Sorry you have to stay put." The marine said.

"I have to get out of here." Carrie said.

"I'm sorry ma'am but I must insist you stay here."

Carrie turned to Wedge, "Please?" she mouthed.

"Corporal you need to let me out, I'll take responsibility for her." Wedge said.

The marine looked at him for a few moments.

"Okay Captain." he replied reluctantly.

Carrie and Wedge quickly left the arena, the doors being locked down behind them. Wedge took out his sidearm and loaded a round into the chamber.

"This is a bad idea." Wedge said.

"That may be, but I have to find my brother." Carrie said.

"Any idea where he may be?" Wedge replied sarcastically.

Carrie shook her head.

"This is a really bad idea." Wedge said to himself before they walked off.

Archangel and Grace arrived at the sickbay just after the marines with Specialist Read.

"What's happened?" Dr Hammond asked.

"She's been shot in the back, her pulse is very weak." Private Jones.

"Bring her through." Hammond replied.

"Doctor we've just received orders from the CIC we have to lock down sickbay." One of the medics said.

Grace began to sway again as she held her head.

"Is it happening again?" Archangel asked.

"Yes one of them linked in with me for a second. They're coming this way, they're coming for me." Grace said.

"Get us locked down." Archangel said to the medic.

"Wait, I can't be in here." Grace said.

"What? Why?" Archangel asked.

"There's no guarantee the lockdown will hold and I can't risk all these people being killed." Grace replied, "I have to go."

"I'm coming with you." Archangel replied.

"No when they catch up with me they'll kill you." Grace said.

"And what do you think they'll do to you?" Archangel asked.

"I don't think they're here to kill me, they're here to rescue me." Grace replied.

Archangel turned to Private Jones, "Once we've left lock the place down."

"Sir do you want us to come with you?" Jones asked.

"No, stay here and help protect everyone." Archangel replied.

"Yes sir." Jones said.

Archangel followed Grace into the corridor as sickbay went into lock down.

"We have to find somewhere where there aren't many other people." Grace said.

Archangel thought for a moment, "Okay T deck section 103, there is no one there. It's a massive cargo hold that's currently empty."

"That should be fine." Grace replied.

They both started to run, "We have to stop at my quarters on the way," Archangel said, "We need better weapons."

Skeeter was looking out into space as the ships in the fleet started to jump away.

"I didn't think we were scheduled to jump till this evening?" Skeeter said.

"We're not." Milo replied joining him at the window, "Something must be happening."

"I'll call the bridge." Skeeter said.

Milo continued to watch as all the ships jumped.

"Captain, this is Mike Kent, I'm with the President, is something wrong?" Skeeter asked.

"We've been ordered to make an emergency jump by Gunstar Cryxus, they said they would explain on the other side of the jump." The Captain replied over the loud speaker.

"Captain Henry this is the President, do you have any idea what's going on? Do we have enemy contacts?" Milo asked.

"No sir, no contacts. All I know is that we were ordered to make the jump and Captain Reynolds said he would call you after the jump."

"Thank you Captain I'll leave you to your work."

As they hung up the ship made the jump. On the other side Skeeter looked out but saw no sign of Orion.

"This is bad." Skeeter said.

"I'm sure whatever it is, they'll be able to handle it." Milo replied putting his hand on Skeeter's shoulder trying to reassure him. The phone began to buzz. Milo pressed the loudspeaker button so Skeeter could hear as well.

"This is the President." He said.

"Mr President this is Captain Reynolds." Came the reply.

"What's the news Captain?" The President replied.

"Orion has been boarded by Cylons." Reynolds replied.

"How?" Milo replied.

"The ship they brought in, it appears there were centurions hiding onboard. They've ordered us to jump away while they deal with them." Reynolds replied.

"How many Cylons are there?" Milo asked.

"I don't know sir, they didn't have time to give us complete details. As soon as we know more, you will be the first to know."

"Thank you Captain. Anything you need let me know."

"Thank you sir." He replied.

As Milo hung up both men were shocked by what they had heard.

"This is bad." Skeeter said again.

"I'm sure they can deal with a few centurions." Milo replied.

"Sorry sir I'm just not used to not being able to do anything when there are centurions attack my friends."

Colonel Rae stood watching the camera feeds, trying to see where the Cylons were heading.

"Commander they've split into two teams." Rae shouted.

Garrett walked over to her, "Can you tell where they're heading?"

"Not yet. I've instructed marines to head in their direction but they're moving fast." Rae replied.

"Oh my gods." Garrett said as they watched four crew-members walk right into the old centurions. They were cut down before they could even react.

"What the frak are they doing? One of the groups has stopped." Rae said.

They watched as one of the centurions began to use one of the computers.

"Tell the marines where to go." Garrett yelled to Lt Taylor.

As Taylor began to speak to one of the marines feedback came back at her so loud everyone around her could hear it. She grabbed her headset and threw it down.

"Lieutenant are you okay?" Garrett asked.

Taylor was clearly in pain, blood began to trickle from her ear.

"I think I've ruptured my ear drum." She replied, "They've cut off our communications."

As a medic began to help her the CO and XO turned and just looked at each other, worry clear on both their faces.

Archangel checked the corridor that led to his quarters, it was clear. Both he and Grace moved out and ran to the door. As they walked inside Archangel went straight for the bag under his bed.

"Try and get through to CIC, tell them what's going on." Archangel said as he opened the bag and started to take weapons out.

"Nothing but feedback." Grace said as she put the handset back down.

Archangel handed her a rifle and a magazine belt before picking up his own. They both began to run again.

Mr Caprica sat in his suite with a drink in one hand and the latest fleet newsletter in the other. The door opening and John Cavil walking in interrupted his relaxation.

"Good afternoon John," Mr Caprica said, "Is everything okay?"

"We've just had some very interesting news from one of our sources near the President. We've just made a jump and Orion didn't come with us. Apparently they've been boarded by Cylons."

"How reliable is this information?" Mr Caprica replied.

"100%."

"This could be our opportunity to broadcast our message."

"That is exactly what I was thinking." Cavil replied.

"Send word, I want it broadcast immediately."

"Of course." Cavil said turning to leave the room.

Milo Vents paced in his office. The wait for news was excruciating. He needed to know that Orion was okay, he needed to know his son was okay. There was a knock on his door and Skeeter walked in.

"Is there any news?" Milo asked.

"No but you need to see this." Skeeter replied turning on the television screen on the far wall.

"People of the fleet for those of you who do not know me my name is Adam Grayson and I feel it is time to reveal myself and my groups intentions for this fleet. I am the head of the New Colonial Order. There are many differences of opinion about my organization and the things we may or may not have done for you the people of this fleet. You have all heard of the violence and murder that has been committed in the name of the NCO, these are lies, lies by people who want to tarnish and destroy what we are trying to achieve. We have never committed an act of violence against the people or the military. For those of you who know me from before the fall, you know the kind of man I am, you know that I do not condone violence, I hate it with everything I have, with everything I am. I want peace for you, I want to lead you to a new home, free from the fear of the Cylons, free from the control of the current government and military. I have decided to reveal myself now because of the lies that have been spread about us, you needed to know who I am and who we are. President Vents and Commander Garrett are keeping more from you than they are telling you. Most recently to do with the tragic events aboard the Mussa Sala that have been swept under the rug…"

"Frak," Milo said, "Talk to Captain Reynolds, I want to know where this is coming from."

"Yes sir." Skeeter replied.

"People claiming to be part of the NCO took civilian and military prisoners and tortured them. These people once again were nothing to do with us, they were in fact surviving members of the SFM. Their goal it seems was to enact revenge on these civilians and military personnel for things they did while on Sagittaron after the Cylons had attacked. While a young raptor pilot, Lieutenant Jenna Riley was killed during this incident, the military replied by slaughtering all the remaining SFM. Yes these people were terrorists, yes they had killed a military officer but they did not deserve the deaths they were given. Why am I telling you these things? Because you deserve to know. What do we want? We want the government to step down, we want the military to hand their warships over to people who would use them only to defend the people. We want to lead you to your salvation, we only want what is best for you the people. We will not lie to you, we will not hurt you, and we will not betray you. I call upon all the people of the fleet to stand with us in our struggle. We do not want any further violence, falsely in our name or by anybody else. By using peace, by using words, by using our intellect, we will succeed. We will be victorious. I am Adam Grayson and this is only the beginning." The screen went blank.

"Captain Reynolds has people trying to find where that came from, he says it's being bounced across the fleet, but they will keep trying to find it." Skeeter said.

"Good when they do find it, I want Adam Grayson bringing here." Milo said

"Yes sir. Where's my assistant?"

"I don't know sir I haven't seen him." Skeeter replied.

"Try to find him, I need the Vice President and the Quorum, we need to get a reply out there ASAP."

"Yes sir."

Jasper Vents and the rest of the new recruits sat in the flight simulator room with Bojay. He could feel the nerves of everyone else with him, Bojay had done a good job of keeping them all calm.

"Captain what should we do?" one of the recruits asked.

Bojay had been wondering the very same thing.

"We stay put." Bojay replied.

"But we're all armed, we can go help." The recruit replied.

Bojay wanted to agree but wasn't sure if the nuggets would be able to help or not. He would like to think they wouldn't freeze under fire, but didn't know whether or not to chance it. He had tried to get in touch with the CIC but had met with deafening feedback when he did.

"We stay put for now. I do however want you to make sure your weapons are loaded and ready in case you need them." He replied.

Jasper took out his sidearm. He had only ever fired it on the shooting range before now, he had surprised himself though as he hit the target the first time he tried. He ejected the magazine and checked it was fully loaded before putting it back into the gun and loading a round into the barrel. If he was going to come up against a Cylon we was going to put up as much of a fight as he could. Bojay signalled everyone to stay quiet and took out his own weapon when they heard noises from outside. The clunking of metal against the ground was unmistakable, the Cylons were right behind the door. They all heard gunfire followed by brief screams before the movement carried on and went straight past the room. Bojay put his finger to his lips and the nuggets stayed quiet. He took a deep breath before slowly opening the door. He immediately saw the bodies of two marines before looking around, the centurions were gone. He signalled for two of the recruits to come to the door. Jasper and fellow nugget Katheryn Hayes came over.

"I want you to keep watch here, you see metal you start firing." Bojay whispered.

"You can count on us Captain." Jasper replied.

With his gun held tightly in his hand Bojay, walked outside and quickly moved over to the two marines. He checked their pulses but they were both dead. He holstered his weapon before taking the rifles and ammo from the two marines. He quickly walked back over the simulator room and went inside, closing the door behind him. Beyond his better judgement he had made a choice.

"Okay you are coming with me." He said handing the rifle and ammo to Jasper, "The rest of you, I want you to stay put until this is over. If they come back there are enough of you to be able to stop them."

"Where are you two going?" Katheryn asked.

"We're going to follow the toasters," Bojay replied, "You up for this?"

Jasper nodded, "Yes sir."

The Raptor pyramid team sat in their locker room since their game had been interrupted.

"I feel so useless just sitting in here." Animal said.

"I know what you mean." Hydra replied.

"Does anyone have their side arm with them?" Bria asked.

"I do." Animal replied.

"Me too." Hydra added.

"Knowing our luck they'll end up coming this way." As Bria finished speaking there was a loud thud on the locker room door.

Animal and Hydra both grabbed their weapons. There was another thud followed by another and another. The door started to buckle.

"You just had to fraking jinx us." Animal said.

The other pilots looked for something to use as a weapon. The thudding continued and moments later the door caved in and in poured several of the U-87s. Both Hydra and Animal opened fire taking down the first toaster.

"Cybernetic life form found. You are not a Cylon." The next U-87 said. Hydra and Animal both kept firing taking down the next two Cylons before they both ran out of ammo with three more still stood in the corridor. Hydra dived for her extra clips that were inside the locker.

"It's been an honour guys." Animal said, he turned and winked at Bria before diving for the nearest U-87 that had started to come into the room. Bria grabbed the metal pole her clothes were hanging from in her locker and pulled it with all her strength. As Hydra reloaded her gun she turned to see one of the Cylons simply snap Animal's neck killing him instantly.

Sergeant Jennings and his squad had heard the gunfire and were heading towards it as fast as they could. As they neared the Pyramid court they saw two of the Cylons turn and run in the opposite direction. Jennings opened fire but the two robots kept on going ignoring him. When they reached the locker room where the monsters had been firing into, they saw Animal dead on the floor and a damaged Cylon on top of Hydra trying to choke her. Bria and one of the other Raptor pilots on it's back trying to drag it off her. Jennings drew his side arm and ran into the room.

"Get out of the way." He shouted pulling Bria and the other man off the Centurion. It turned to look at him as he put his gun to the side of its head and fired several shots before pushing it off Hydra. The robot had now stopped moving but Jennings kept firing until there were no more rounds in his gun.

Hydra gasped for air as Bria came to her side.

"You okay?" Bria asked.

Hydra nodded her head in reply.

"I thought with those arms you'd have super strength or something." Jennings said with a smile.

"I've got artificial arms, I'm not a fraking superhero." Hydra replied.

Jennings let out a laugh before turning to his men, "Get after them." He ordered.

Carrie and Wedge had both heard the gunfire behind them.

"Should we go back and see if everything is okay?" Carrie asked.

"No we shouldn't." He replied taking hold of her arm and walking down one of the side corridors. Before they could get fully out of view the two U-87's appeared behind them.

"RUN." Wedge yelled as he opened fire hitting the first Cylon.

Carrie sprinted ahead. She turned to see Wedge following slower. She turned around looking for somewhere they could find cover, she stopped when she saw the word "Armoury" on a door. She tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge, she saw a panel for an access code. Wedge grabbed hold of her and pulled her back down the corridor. He saw an open door and pushed her through before taking some cover himself as the U-87s came down the side corridor. Wedge opened fire again taking out the first Cylon. The second U-87 paused for a moment to return fire giving Wedge the seconds he needed to reload when he emptied his first clip.

On the CIC the Commander watched helplessly as Wedge returned fire with the oncoming Cylon. She watched as Wedge tried to reload again. The people on the CIC saw him look up just as the Cylon reached him and hit him around the head knocking him out cold and dropping his weapon on the ground.

"Oh gods." Garrett said.

Carrie didn't freeze, she didn't hesitate, she dived for Wedge's gun as the Cylon lunged for her. She slid from under its grip and grabbed the gun. With the machine nearly on top of her she aimed and fired and kept firing until the magazine was empty. Her shots may have been wild but as they were so close each bullet hit the Cylon. As the marines Jennings had sent after the two U-87s appeared, they saw the machine in a heap on the floor and Carrie holding an empty smoking gun. She kicked the machine to make sure it wasn't coming back for one last attack.

"Are you okay?" one of the marines asked.

Carrie nodded her head in reply, breathing rapidly, her hands shaking as they held the empty gun, "Yeah but Wedge needs help."

Colonel Rae walked up along side the Commander.

"Looks like she takes after her brother after all." Rae said.

"Where are the other Cylons?" Garrett asked.

"From what I can tell they seem to be heading in the same direction as Archangel and Grace. They appear to be heading to T Deck." Rae replied.

"Why would they go there?" Garrett replied.

"Parts of T deck are the least populated areas of the ship. They must be following Grace so they're looking for somewhere they can minimize any casualties." Rae said.

"Does anyone else seem to be heading in that direction?"

"Bojay and one of the nuggets seem to be following the Cylons."

"Six down, six to go." Garrett said, "I feel so fraking useless."

"Just have faith in the crew, they can handle this." Rae replied, "But for what it's worth I feel exactly the same."

As Archangel and Grace reached their destination. The room had a few crates they would be able to hide behind for cover. There was a ladder that led to a small control room at the top of the cargo bay.

"You need to find cover." Grace said.

"I'm standing with you." Archangel said.

"No you're not. I'm going to try and get them to stand down, I can't do that with you standing next to me."

"Stand near some cover, if this goes south things will get explosive." Archangel said with a grin.

Grace grabbed him by his collar and kissed him.

"I love you." She said.

"Love you too." Archangel replied.

Bojay and Jasper opened fire as soon as they saw the Cylon at the rear. Two of the Cylons turned and returned fire while the others carried on. Jasper was surprised as he fired at the metal monster. He had feared that when he had seen one of the face to face he would be terrified, that couldn't be further from the truth, he was loving this. As he reloaded his rifle he looked over at Bojay and clearly looked as though he was enjoying himself a little too much. When he started to shoot again he hit the closest Cylon in the head with a number of shots taking it out. As the second Cylon ran out of ammo both Bojay and Jasper moved out from their cover and hit it with everything they had. It collapsed under the hail of bullets.

"That was strangely gratifying." Jasper said.

"Well let's find the others and you can do it again." Bojay said with a smile.

Grace tried to look confident and not at all on edge while she waited for the Cylons to get to her. She looked over, one quick dive to the right and she would be behind cover. She had heard the gunfire from out side, now she could hear the sound of the Cylons as they got to the cargo bay. Her handgun was hidden in the back of her belt. Her rifle was behind the cargo containers to her right. But what kept her calm was the thought that Archangel was there as well. She let out a very slow breath when she saw the four remaining U-87s walk into the room. It had been so long since she had seen a Cylon this old. Despite being old they were still effective killers.

"You are the human Cylon model known as number 6?" one of the Cylons asked.

"Yes I am." She replied.

"We are at your command. We are here to rescue you." It replied.

"U-87's I would like you to stand down." Grace said.

"We are here to rescue you." Came the response.

"I do not need to be rescued." Grace said.

"You are Cylon."

"I order you all to stand down."

The U-87's stood silently for a few moments. Grace stood her ground, the only noise in the room the four moving red eyes of the machines. One after another the eyes stopped flashing as they fixed on her. As they all raised their weapons Grace dived for cover. As soon as the bullets began to fly Archangel used his teeth to pull the pins out of the two grenades he was holding before he threw them at the Cylons. As he dived back for cover he grabbed his weapon. When he looked out two of the robots were in pieces, while the other two had now turned their attention his way. Archangel opened fire. He hit one of the Cylons in its knee joint destroying it and making it fall to the ground. He fired at the second robot and missed before ducking back behind his cover. Grace opened fire herself clipping the second robot, making it split its attention between her and Archangel. As Archangel moved to open fire the Cylon he had hit had crawled towards him and grabbed the end of his rifle pulling it out of his grip and throwing it across the room. He grabbed one of his side arms as the Cylon grabbed his other arm in its painful grip, pulling Archangel towards it. Archangel pressed his sidearm to its head and fired several rounds at point blank range destroying it. It released its grip. Archangel fired at the second machine that had all its attention on Grace. He hit the hand it was using to hold its gun destroying the gun and its hand.

"MOVE." Archangel yelled to Grace. She dashed for the ladder and began to climb. Archangel bought himself a few seconds by shooting at the Cylon, the bullets hit but it kept coming. Archangel began to climb after Grace who was now on the gangway above him.

"Come on, hurry." Grace shouted to him.

As Archangel climbed he felt the Cylon grab his left foot and had to use all his strength not to plummet to the ground. He kicked the Cylons head with his free foot making it let go of him and continued to climb. He reached the top just seconds before the giant U-87.

"Get in that room." Archangel shouted as he opened fire again. The rounds hit the Cylon but didn't stop it. As he heard the click of an empty weapon he dropped it and reached for his second side arm. He raised it as the U-87 swung for him sending him crashing to the ground and his gun crashing to the ground below. He looked and saw Grace had moved to the room. She looked back and saw what had happened as Archangel turned back to look at the machine bearing down on him. So this was how he was going to die, he though to himself and closed his eyes ready for the end. He opened them again when he heard gunfire. He saw the U-87 stumble before toppling over the edge to the ground below. Archangel looked and saw Jasper Vents standing on the gangway behind where the Cylon had been with a smoking rifle in his hand.

Archangel let out a laugh and smiled as he got to his feet.

"Thank you." He said.

"Are you alright Major?" Jasper asked as Bojay joined them on the gangway.

"Thanks to you." Archangel replied.

Grace rushed over to Archangel and kissed him before hugging the young nugget.

"Thank you." She said to him.

"You're both very welcome." Jasper replied.

"Are there any more?" Archangel asked.

"Not that we've seen," Bojay replied, "Communications are down so we can't get in touch with CIC. But we know for a fact that six toasters are down."

"Come on let's head to CIC." Archangel replied picking up his empty gun and reloading it.

On CIC the Commander had watched everything. She had felt helpless the entire time, while she knew they had taken casualties, they were lucky they were only minimal.

"Commander," Colonel Rae said, "Communications are back online and as far as we can tell all the Cylons have been destroyed."

"End lock down," Garrett replied, "And put me through to the ship."

She walked over to the dradis console and picked up her handset.

"All hands this is the Commander. All the Cylons have been destroyed. Any casualties should be taken to sickbay immediately. We have lost people today, but once again we stood together and we are victorious. All department heads should send damage reports to the CIC as soon as possible. You've all done yourselves and me proud today. We will be rejoining the fleet shortly."

She put the handset down and let out a sigh, this was her fault, she should never have ordered that ship to be brought onboard, now people were dead and their blood was on her hands.

Captain Malcolm Reynolds felt out of his depth as he walked into the room full of the Quorum, the Vice President and the President. He couldn't help but feel he was treading on the Commander's toes even though she wasn't here.

"Captain do you have any news for us?" The President asked.

"Yes sir. We finally managed to trace the transmission to the Pacifica, one of the smaller liners in the fleet. I sent a squad of marines aboard and they found the broadcast equipment for the message but no one was there. The message was pre-recorded. They had it rigged up so we weren't able to disable it once it began broadcasting, which is another reason it took us so long to find where it was coming from."

"Did you check the entire ship?" one of the Quorum asked.

"Yes they did, everyone on the ship checks out. We're no closer to finding them." Reynolds said.

"Thank you Captain, please keep us informed of anything you find." The President said.

"Of course sir."

"One more thing, have you heard anything from Orion?"

"Not yet sir, once again as soon as we do you will be the first to know."

"Thank you Captain I'll let you get back to your ship."

As Reynolds left the room the Quorum erupted in chatter. Milo looked at Skeeter and nodded, Skeeter whistled loudly enough for everyone to stop talking and look over.

"Now is not the time for this. I'm going to speak to the press, put what Mr Grayson said into some kind of truth for the people of the fleet."

"That sounds like a good idea." The Vice President replied.

"I have to say though some of the things he said worry me more because it means we have some leaks at high levels. Once Orion gets back I'm going to have Commander Garrett get to the bottom of this once and for all. I'm also going to have Orion search the entire fleet for Mr Grayson and anyone else who isn't on any of our lists. The NCO are stepping up whatever they're planning and we need to strike first."

Before Archangel went to CIC he walked with Grace back to sickbay. Panic struck when he saw his sister sitting talking to a medic.

"Are you okay? I thought you were in the Pyramid arena?" Archangel said.

"I'm fine, I got out and went looking for you." Carrie replied.

"You did what?"

"It was okay I was with Wedge."

"Is he still alive? If he is, he won't be much longer." Archangel replied.

"Hey, you listen to me, Wedge is okay but he was injured saving my neck from the Cylons and what's more I don't need you to protect me. I'm not some weak little victim and if you must know I destroyed a Cylon myself. Plus this isn't Wedge's fault, I was coming looking for you with or without him, he came along to help me. I love you, you're my brother but I don't need wrapping in cotton wool and I don't need you threatening or intimidating anyone who comes anywhere near me."

Archangel stood in front of her lost for words. Everyone was looking at them and he could tell seeing him being put in his place amused them.

"I'm sorry." Archangel said, "I don't mean to smother you. You're my sister, I've just found you and I'm not prepared to loose you. The way I am, it's just the way I am. I automatically want to protect people, especially you."

"I know and I appreciate that, I'd still be stuck on the Medstar if it wasn't for you, but you don't need to protect me all the time."

"So are you and Wedge, erm, are you and Wedge a thing?" he asked awkwardly.

"I don't know what Wedge and I are, but I am going to find out and you're not going to give him a hard time."

"Okay." Archangel replied, "I'm just glad you're okay."

While the President was quickly preparing a speech to give to the people, Skeeter sat looking at the fleet out of the giant window. Relief hit him when Orion appeared in a giant blue flash where it was supposed to be.

"They're back." Skeeter said.

"Thank the gods." Milo replied.

Jasper Vents dried his face after shaving and looked in the mirror. It had been quite an eventful day. As he turned around his way was blocked by the looming figure of Jawbreaker.

"With all due respect sir, I'm not in the mood." Jasper said.

Jawbreaker just looked down at him for a few moments before holding out his hand and cracking a smile. Jasper didn't know what to do, he took a deep breath before shaking the giant man's hand.

"I'm only hard on you because you're a nugget, not because of who you are. You need to be hard to do this job, you need to face your fears everyday. We all know what you did today, you stepped up and you saved lives. More importantly you saved the CAG's life. If it weren't for you he would just be another picture on the memorial corridor. You did fraking good and when you finish your training, you're welcome in green wing."

Jasper was completely shocked by this and for a few moments didn't know what to say at all.

"Thank you."

"You're very welcome." Jawbreaker replied, "Come on, I owe you a drink."

Jasper smiled, "Yeah thanks that sounds great."

Commander Garrett sat in her quarters. It had been one hell of a day, the Cylons, the NCO and then having to spend two hours in a press conference had taken its toll on her. She sat looking at her computer screen, watching footage of what had happened aboard that day. She touched the screen and opened the footage of Archangel in the cargo bay. She watched as Archangel scrambled across the gangway firing at the Cylon before he ran out of ammunition and was knocked on the ground. She watched as Jasper Vents appeared and saved Archangel then she watched as Archangel and Grace hugged and kissed each other. Garrett paused it on them kissing and looked for a few moments as tears ran down her face. She wiped them away and switched off the computer. She remembered the conversation they had had when he had said, "In another life." Right now she wished more than anything else they were living that life.