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"Talking"

"Thinking"

"Wireless/communication"

Chapter 5: Hope is a good thing.

Planet Caprica, high in the mountains, resistance camp

The model Four looked exited: "Well, what did you find out?"

Cavil looked at him. His expression changed. Then he pulled out a gun and aimed it at number Four.

"Something you don't need to know."

He shoots number him in the head, killing him. Everyone in the base heard the shot. Anders and 2 guards came in to the room first. "What the frak happened here? Why did you shoot him? He was our medic for frak sake!"

Cavil looked at him: "He was also a Cylon. He died knowing nothing, so when he resurrects, he can't say anything." The room went silent.

After a minute or so, Anders asked: "How did you know that he was a Cylon? Did you know this all this time? Why did you not tell us earlier?"

Cavil put the gun down on the table and went to the corner of the room. "Because one Cylon knows another Cylon."

After that sentence, everyone in the room turned their guns on him. "You're a fraken toaster!? You fraken mole!" the people screamed.

Anders needed to create order: "Everyone stand down. He exposed himself and shot his friend on purpose. Why!?"

"Things change. Living here among you made me realize that the attack and occupation of the colonies was a mistake from day 1. I know of your plan, but I will not inform the others. So unless you kill me now, your secret is safe with me."

Another silence followed.

The man next to Sam asked: "Why should we believe anything you just said?"

"I don't care if you believe me or not. Just know that if you kill me now, all the info that I have on your plan will be spread among my brothers once I resurrect. I don't want that, so I wouldn't advise it. Besides, I can help you. I can give you the frequencies, codes, patrol routes of the entire Cyrannus system. And more. That would help in your plan, would it not?"

Silence followed again.

"Trust issues? Well, maybe if I can provide info that you can check yourself? Would that convince you?"

Sam finally woke up from his shock: "Even if, and I say IF we trust you and your info panes out. Tell us this. Why are you doing this?"

"Let's just say, the Cylon race has been in the dark for too long. My brothers of the model 1 series have made a mockery of not just the people of the colonies, but of the Cylon race as well. This is nothing what our creators wanted. I myself am guilty of the same thing. For so long I followed the ramblings of my brothers, who spat out justice, but meant revenge instead. It's funny, is it not? They all wanted to be machines, not flesh and blood. But then they fell prey to the most pitiful of human emotions... rage and jealousy! If it were not so pathetic, I would laugh. Someone has to reform the Cylon race. Save what can be saved. And to try to undo as much as can be undone. Because in the end... we did not become you... we became worse than you."

After a moment of silence, Cavil continued: "Don't fool yourself. I am not doing this solely for the human race, but for the Cylon race as well. Those that will not side with my brothers are worth saving. The rest... we will see about that when it happens."

Again, silence. Anders speaks up: "So now what? You give us the info you promised?"

"Of course, but you should tie me up and imprisoned me in a room or something. You can't take any risks, can you?"

Colonial refugee fleet, Battlestar Galactica, hours later

Bill Adama was looking at the new reports from Gemenon. How was this a thing? A Cylon that was like Sharon willing to cooperate. And not only that, he gave them more than he could ever think of. The deployment plans, comm frequencies... the works. This would not change the end plan. They still couldn't hold the Cyrannus system. But now, they could scramble and jam Cylon communications, disorganize them after the initial shock subsides and keep them off balance for far longer then they originally thought. But why was this Cylon helping them? What was his end game. Bill did not trust him entirely, but looking a gift horse in the mouth... not his style. And besides, sometimes you have to roil a hard six.

The admiral was on his way to the holding cells. He wanted Sharon's opinion. After entering her cell, he ordered the guards outside.

"How are they treating you?"

"Well enough. Aren't you taking a risk, being alone in here with me?" Sharon answered.

"I doubt that you would do something stupid that would endanger your baby or Helo."

"OK, so why are you here then?"

"This."

He sits down next to her and gives her the entire report he got from Gemenon.

As Sharon was reading it, a look of pure shock started to manifest on her face: "How... who...? No single Cylon model would have all this info, except the ones, but they... they would never do something like this. They are the most fanatic of all models when it comes to hunting you down."

"Apparently not all. A model 1 on Caprica, who was hiding in a resistance camp, first shot his buddy, a model Four, and then spilled his guts to everyone there. Was rambling how this was all a mistake and his brother model Ones were all beyond redemption. Has anything like this happened before? A single individual going against the entire line?"

Sharon smirked: "You mean besides me? But this is a shock. A ONE did this? Wow. Just don't tell the model One you have in the next cell. If he finds out that they were compromised, he will try anything to kill himself to resurrect and warn the others. Then, whatever you have planed, will be down the drain. I guess he is staying here to see if he can still do something to compromise your fleet. If you ask me, you should kill him as long as he doesn't know or suspect anything. Too bad that some of the others committed suicide, like D'Anna. She was one of the few models that gave Cavil a run for his money."

The admiral stood up: "Thanks for the warning and advice. But I will go interrogate the others as well. It's you, that I am beginning to trust. That is why I have a task for you afterwards. Call it the next trust test."

"Wow, now I'm shocked again."

The admiral laughs: "Don't get used to it." He walks out of the cell.

Earth, SGC, cafeteria, same time.

Daniel, Teal'c and Jack were having a meal together, when Carter entered the cafeteria to join them. Well, Daniel and Teal'c were having a meal. No one knew what O'Neill was dong with his food.

"So Carter, how did it go. Did you and Thor save the universe?" was O'Neill's question, during his food fight.

"Sir, I think you already know that. I wrote my report hours ago. Where were you guys anyway?" Carter answered, as she sat down to her friends.

O'Neill was smiling: "Oh, T and I were having some fun. I showed him one of this country's greatest movies. And I think he liked it."

"Indeed I did O'Neill. Ash Williams is a great warrior. I do believe that a staff weapon would have been more appropriate, but that Boomstick was great weapon as well."

Daniel face palmed: "Really? Army of darkness? That B class movie?"

"Hey, don't knocked it until you tried it, Daniel." O'Neill said as he looked a bit angry at Daniel. " At least we spend some of our free time in a fun way. What were you doing again? Oh yeah, having a discussion with other archeologists."

"Hey, we had a productive discussion about Ancient artifacts."

O'Neill rolled his eyes: "Could you make it anymore boring Daniel?"

Carter intervened: "Sir, Daniel, could you stop? There is no need for this."

Silence followed. In the end, Teal'c, who was just enjoying his meal, added: " Tell me O'Neill, are there any more movies of that great warrior?"

"Ah don't worry Teal'c. Next time I'll show you something even better. Ever heard of Star Wars?"

Just then, the alarm went off.

"Unscheduled off world activation."

"Great, so much for lunch." O'Neill grumbled as he stood up.

"Sir, I don't know what you were doing here, but it does not look like lunch to me." Carter replied.

Pegasus galaxy, orbit of planet Lantea, 12 hours later

3 Asgard Bilskirnir class ships exited hyperspace in orbit of the planet. On Thor's ship, Kvasir was having a discussion with Thor.

"Why have we stopped at those planets back there. Only primitive human civilizations were to be found on them." Kvasir asked, as he was scanning the system.

"Because of these, Kvasir." Thor answered and activated a control stone. Just then 5 standard ZPMs were beamed into the command center.

"Thanks to the Ancient who wrote the future on the monolith, we know that Earth will sooner or later venture to this cityship. They will need these then. We have just collected the Ancients power sources that the young human civilizations in this galaxy were harboring, but had no intent to give to Earth. Since we knew where to look for them and what to look for, it was an easy matter to acquire them."

Kvasir has a look of disagreement: "I must question your motives here. Your attachment with these Earthlings is worrying me."

"No need for that. In the end, this will all work out in everyone's favor. Now, let's begin. The engineers and scientists will beam into Atlantis and replace the now depleted ZPMs and have a look around the city. Mostly to make any repairs and to see if we ourselves can use anything in the future as well. The remaining 2 ZPMs will also be left in the city. They will always need more of them. You and me will go to the holographic room. I have some questions for the city's database."

20 minutes later, Atlantis was full of Asgard who were going about doing what Thor had intended. Thor and Kvasir were in the holographic room, activating the interface.

The image of an Lantian woman appeared: "Greetings, you have accessed the Atlantis database. You can input your questions verbally or on the console before you. Note that more complex questions have to be put in manually on the console."

Thor responded: " I wish to see any and all information regarding the Ancient scientist by the name of Janus."

The image of the woman disappeared and was replaced with the image of a handsome man in his late 30s. "Janus was the last great inventor of Atlantis. He was mostly known for his great inventions, as well as constantly clashing with Moros, the last high counsel member of Atlantis."

Thor looked at the image of Janus and spoke: "Tempus fugit."

With that command phrase spoken, the image of Janus turned to Thor and smiled: "Well, if you knew about that command code and had the knowledge of speaking it in front Janus personal profile here in Atlantis, then you must have access to the monoliths that Janus created. Congratulations. Now, with whom do I have the pleasure of talking to?"

" Greetings, I am Thor, supreme commander of the Asgard fleet."

The hologram smiled: "An Asgardian. I had hoped that either your race, the Nox or Furlings would find out about this before dr. Jackson."

"It was dr. Jackson who provided us with the scans of the monolith. I have many questions."

"And I have been programmed to answer many questions. But not all of them. Please proceed."

Thor and Kvasir looked at each other. Then Thor spoke: "Why and how did Janus do all of this?"

"Janus was inspired to do all of this, when a woman from Earth, dr. Weir to be precise, appeared in Atlantis over 10.000 years ago, using his gateship equipped with a time drive. A gateship that Janus had not yet created. Using the knowledge he gained telepathically from her and by studying the gateship, Janus, after the exodus from Atlantis, created a temporal laboratory. He used it to scan the timeline and create changes in the past to improve the future. This timeline is the result of this. The final outcome still unknown."

Thor's eyes narrowed, but it was Kvasir that spoke: "A temporal laboratory? That is dangerous! How irresponsible of him."

The hologram smiled back: "Said a representative of a race facing extinction because of the overuse of the 'technology of diminishing returns'. How is that going for you anyway?"

Thor stopped Kvasir from responding: "That does not matter. I guess you will not tell us the laboratory's location?"

"No, and even if I wanted to, I don't have that information."

Thor pondered. That laboratory was too dangerous to find and use anyway. Best it stays lost.

Thor continued: "So what can you tell us? We have also come to contact the Vanir and free Fenrir from his prison and exile."

"Ahhh, that explains some things. Yes, the Vanir have made some progress towards curing your problem and Fenrir is stranded on a moon, his ship unable to fly anymore. I guess you intend to pardon both of them to work together towards a better future. What was that about 'the means do not justify the end'?"

Thor lowered his head: "Sometimes we have to make exceptions for the greater good. But there will be lines we will never cross. The Vanir research together with Lokis and Heimdalls research and Fenrir's ship the Aegis will help us greatly."

The hologram studied Thor and Kvasir for a minute before answering: "I guess that is as good a reason as any. I will give you the coordinates to their location. But I want something in return."

"What is it?" Kvasir asked with suspicion.

"First, one of your ships must clean this star system. And by that I mean all the defense satellites and other useful equipment should be brought either to Atlantis or put in the planets orbit. Second, the Vanir are in the laboratory where the Attero device is hidden. Janus never managed to fix it, but the control module is in Atlantis. I will show you where to find it. Janus removed it from his secret laboratory when he returned once, some time ago. Take it with you when you contact the Vanir. What I want from you, supreme commander, is this. Use your resources and Asgard knowledge. Try to finish, what Janus began. Try to fix it. Other great devices like it are scattered in this galaxy, but they can wait. Those are my conditions."

Now Thor got suspicious: "Why is this device so important?"

"If this device can be made to work properly, the Wraith would be brought to their knees. An enemy with more imagination or technological capabilities would be able to overcome this device, but the Wraith would starve to death long before that. This device, if fixed, could help even you in the future. Think about it."

Thor's eyes closed. He was in deep thought. "Agreed. We will do as you ask."

"Thank you, supreme commander. Is there anything else that you need?"

"Yes, since we now know that the replicators are an Ancient weapons technology, we require the disruptor weapon designs to..." Kvasir began to explain.

Janus stopped him: "Sorry, but no. It is not the time for that yet. All that you need to know is this: sometimes a bad thing has to happen first, for a good thing to come out of it later. The replicators that you are fighting, are a necessary evil. For now."

"Really? That is your answer?" Kvasir was getting angry. If Asgard were even capable of showing that.

"Kvasir, let it go." Thor had to calm the scientist down. "I believe I understand him. Thank you for your information. What about that woman, Weir? What happened to her?"

"She is still here, in stasis. It is also not time for that, yet."

After a few more minutes of talking, the 2 Asgards departed to their ship. 1 of the Bilskirnir would stay in orbit until the engineers were done with Atlantis, and until they are finished with the 'clean up' in space. Thor's ship and It's escort however entered hyperspace, en route to the hidden Attero device.

Pegasus galaxy, unknown ice world, 1 hour later

In the secret base, where the Attero device was housed, the Vanir solders were starting to get nervous. 2 large ships came out of hyperspace and entered orbit of the plant. The worry was that the Wraith discovered their position. If that was the case, it was a worst case scenario.

The Vanir commander was in the Attero control room: "Whoever this ship belongs to, we can be sure that they are not here for anything else but the Attero device. The coincidence for them being here for anything else is just too great. I want you two..."

He was cut off, as a beam of light illuminated the entire room. Seconds later, Thor, sitting in his Asgard control chair, was across the room, staring at them.

"Greeting, I am Thor, supreme commander of the Asgard fleet. I know who you are, the battle suits you wear are not necessary. I came here to talk."

With that said, the 3 Vanir in the room did not know what to do. Then, their leader turned around and the back of his armor opened up, allowing him to slip out of it.

As the Vanir Asgard walked to Thor, he replied: "I am Seran, the leader of the Vanir. So our Aesir brothers have found us. If I may ask, how did you succeed in locating us?"

"Let's just say that an Ancient told us about you."

"How, they never knew that we were here?"

"You mean here to experiment on the humans in this galaxy? While we still condemn such actions, desperate times create desperate measures. I and a group of Asgard are here to acquire your help, the help from the Ancient who is responsible for us knowing of your location, as well as pardoning the criminal Fenrir. I and the high council were hoping that with your research here combined with Loki's and Heimdalls research, we can find a permanent solution."

The Vanir leader need more information: "Did you find Fenrir and the Ancient?"

"The Ancient, no. But we did find his research and recordings and that is good enough. As for Fenrir, he is last on my list."

The Vanir leader looked at his Vanir brothers, then back at Thor: "We have an alternative plan to save our species, but I need to discuss this with my brothers and sisters first, before we say anything further, regarding your proposal. Wait here."

Thor nodded: "I had the intention to stay here anyway, on my ship is the control module for this installation. The Ancient asked us to try to fix or complete this device and eliminate its side effects. I also must know, what does this device do and what side effects does it have? The Ancient was cryptic about that."

The Vanir were now even more shocked, if one could see that on their faces: "You have the control module. But then we can..."

The Vanir leader interrupted them: "No, we will discuss Thor's proposal. As for your question, this is a hyperdrive jamming device. It's creator designed it to create a jamming field in hyperspace. It targets the frequencies and modulations of Wraith hyperdrives only. Every time any Wraith ship tries to enter hyperspace, while it is in the range of this device, it blows up. There is a feedback component that runs from the hyperdrives directly to the main power core. As for the side effect, the Stargates use subspace and hyperspace on a broad band, so they get affected, no matter what the settings on this device are. They overload and explode."

"Truly an amazing and ingenious design." Thor marveled. "And one worthy of your genius, Janus. Too bad for the side effect. It will take us time just to understand how this weapon works, let alone how to fix it."

"Perhaps, but tell me this, what is the status of our Aesir brothers and sisters?" the Vanir leader inquired.

"To put it simply, we now have hope again, mostly thanks to the humans of Earth. They have helped us in our battle against the enemy of the Asgard, the Replicators. A machine race that has proven time and again to be a formidable foe. But the tide is turning. Please, discuss my propose."

Colonial refugee fleet, Battlestar Galactica, time of the departure

On board of the Kobol ship, admiral Adama was sitting in the control chair in the command center. He now also had the knowledge in his head. A really unsettling experience, if you ask him. The Pegasus was already docked and all of the needed vipers were either on the Pegasus or on the Kobol ship. The Galactica was now left with only the bare minimum of vipers and man power.

Admiral Adama took the wireless: "To the colonial forces. Today we strike back at the Cylons and save the people we had to leave behind on the colonies. We will arrive at the rendezvous point with the Theseus task force in 7 hours. Then the evacuation will begin. You all know the plan. Stick to it, adapt to the situations that may arise and remember your training. And we will come back alive and victorious. SO SAY WE ALL!"

Across the fleet, the same sentence could be heard: "SO SAY WE ALL!"

The president spoke the last words over wireless from Colonial One: "Gods speed to everyone and come back safe."

Moments later, the Discovery and the Kobol ship entered hyperspace."

Pegasus galaxy, unknown ice world, 10 minutes later

Thor has finished inspecting the Attero device. He had a basic understanding of how it works. Using the knowledge that Janus left for them, me made the alterations for a localized attack. Then he added the control module and device was ready for use. During this, several other Asgard were beamed down to help Thor with his tasks. Kvasir included.

Just then, the door opened. The Vanir had returned. Many of them, all out of their suites.

Seran stepped forward: "We accept your proposal. I assume that we will travel in your ship back to our home world?"

Thor nodded: "Yes. I will leave some Asgard scientists here to monitor the device as it works. Once we have the confirmation of the success of the device and the saving of Sateda, they will all return home. I would ask, if some Vanir remain here to help in that task. Also, if any want to accompany me to face Fenrir, they are welcome to it."

"I agree to those terms. I would like to accompany you to meet this Fenrir." Seran replied.

"Now that this is settled, please tell us of this alternate plan you have for saving our species." Thor asked Seran.

"We have discovered that millennia ago, long before our cloning technology lead us to this point, one of our ancestors, an Asgard named Ran, ascended. We had hoped to use Ancient technology to either capture her or communicate with her. Our hope is that we can use her unaltered, pure Asgard DNA and her eggs to save our race from extinction."

"An Asgard managed to ascend?" Kvasir was both shocked and stunned. "Is that even possible?"

Thor shook his head: "For us, unlikely. But an unaltered Asgard, that would be possible. And if she descends, she will return to the form she had when she ascended. But instead of trying to capture he, would not asking her for help be a better choice? If her race is facing extinction, she might be willing to help of her own accord."

"Perhaps, but you have to understand, we were getting more and more desperate. Perhaps we will try your way." Seran replied.

Thor nodded. At least some progress was made.

"Who is the 2nd in command here. If you go with me to Fenrir, who will speak for the others, when they travel back to Ida galaxy?"

"That would be me." spoke another Vanir as he stepped forward.

"I am Dis, head scientists. The plan to use Ran is my idea. I am not sure your idea regarding Ran will work, but we have to try everything."

An hour later, Thor, Kvasir and Seran departed on Thor's ship to Fenrir, the other Bilskirnir-class remained to make the final preparations for the departure for Hala.

Pegasus galaxy, planet Heruuni, 1 hour later

Thor's Biliskner exited hyperspace and entered the planets orbit and started to scan the system.

On the ships bridge, an Asgard officer reported: "Commander Thor, we have detected energy signatures that match the Aegis. It appears to be crashed on the planet's natural moon."

"Take us to that moon. Prepare the transporters and be cautious. Fenrir will probably not be happy to see us after we exiled him."

On the bridge of Aegis, Fenrir was already aware that something was happening.

He was looking at the scans of the ship in orbit: "Now who might you be?"

A flash of light behind him made him turn around. "Oh, I should have guessed. So now what? Am I sentenced to something worse now? Is that why you came here? To increase my suffering?"

"Fenrir, I am Thor, these are Kvasir and Seran. We have come to end your exile."

Fenrir did not believe him: "End my exile? Why? Have you become bored or just desperate to do so? For over 500 years I was in a wake state in a stasis chamber, contemplating my mistakes. So that tells me that you are not here because of an act of mercy. And while we are at it, Thor and Kvasir, yes I remember you two. You and the others condemned me to this state!" Then Fenrir turns to Seran. "But who is this Seran? I never heard of him."

"He is of the Vanir Asgard. We came to bring them and you home. There has been a great change and hope for the future." was Thor's reply.

"The Vanir? Were they in this galaxy all the time? If only we had meat sooner, we could have helped each other, brother." as he looked at Seran.

Seran was intrigued. This Fenrir had fire in him. A useful trait, for people in their situation."Perhaps, but Thor's plan is intriguing. I would hear him out if I were you."

"Really?" Fenrir was shocked, that a Vanir was taking Thor's side. "Well, if you want to propose any plan, tell me face to face and not this hologram of me. You know where my stasis prison is. I'll be waiting there. Not that I can go anywhere."

Minutes later, Thor, Seran and Kvasir passed the many Risars. The Risars were mindless workers, more powerful than the current Asgard, because they resembled the earlier Asgard state. The Risars were the ones keeping the Aegis in working order. Or as much as they could.

When they reached the stasis prison, Fenrir greeted them: "Took you long enough. Don't mind the maids here. They are not very verbal. But then again, they lack any intellect as well. So, Thor, what is this suggestion of yours?"

"We require your knowledge again, Fenrir. You were an excellent scientist, both with genetics, ship design and weapons research. This ship that you designed and build, the Aegis, it was the first pure warship that the Asgard ever build. It may be technologically old, but many of its design parameters are very useful even today. We could use it as a frame to design and build a bigger main battleship class to fight besides the O'Neill class."

Fenrir smirked: "O'Neill class? What kind of name is that?"

Kvasir sighed: "It was named after the human Thor is fond of. He was the first recorded human to survive having the entire Ancient database downloaded into his mind."

Now it was Seran who got curious: "If that is the case... If a human has the ability to do that, that means that the human race may be coming closer to..."

"No! Loki already asked the same thing! I will not allow you to experiment on him. In the future, if he volunteers his DNA for research, so be it, but for now, we use what we have!" Thor shouted as he was getting furious. He really wanted to avoid this.

Fenrir smirked again. Seeing Thor in such discomfort was a nice sight for him. "Well as interesting as this is, can we continue? The genetic part I get, but weapons research? I was banished for weapons research in the first place. So why now?"

"Our war with the replicators is escalating. We need a good ship and weapons designer. And you are it. Would you rather stay here for the next 500 years?" Kvasir replied sarcastically.

"Now, Kvasir, is that anyway to get me to accept? Anyway, I may have something that will interest you. While I was stranded here, I managed to capture some Wraith and experiment on them. I got some very interesting results that our Vanir cousins and Loki might find interesting."

"How did you obtain there Wraith prisoners?"

"Oh come now, Thor. How do you think I crashed here? The ship was on autopilot and exited hyperspace here to make a stop and give the engines time to recover. And that was right when a Wraith fleet was attacking the humans on the planet below. I managed to destroy them, but my ship was badly damaged. So that is that story."

"That is interesting and might be useful." Seran replied as he believed that Wraith DNA really might be useful. The Vanir tried, but never got their hands on any, because their survival, including hiding from the Wraith, was a higher priority.

Fenrir then looked at Thor directly: "I Accept your offer. So, now... are you going to get me out of this box!?"

An hour later, Thor's Biliskner engaged its gravity beam to lift the Aegis from the moon's surface. It was a difficult task. The Aegis dwarfed the Biliskner. 2500 meters long and 1200 meters wide, the Aegis was almost twice the size of the Biliskner. The Biliskner will be able to take them both home to Hala, but dragging so much more mass with itself, this trip will take days instead of hours.

Colonial liberation task force, en route to the rendezvous coordinates, moments before the hyperspace exit

Lt Dualla, who was sitting in the tactical station, looked at the admiral and reported: "Sir, 10 seconds until we exit hyperspace."

"Let's hope we get to the right spot." admiral Adama nodded.

As the 2 ships exited hyperspace and entered normal space, the admiral saw on the display in front of him the shape of 4 Battlestars.

"This is Kobol outpostship actual. Admiral Adama speaking. Commander Nash, do you read me?"

"Yes sir, we read you. By the gods are you a sight for sore eyes."

The admiral smiled: "You too, commander. You too. We will have time for old time's later. I knew your grandfather, so we will have things to discuss. But now, time is of the essence. We will undock the Pegasus. In the mean time all the civilian ships will dock with us and unload all the passengers, cargo, crew and anything else. We will deploy the excess vipers on this ship and send them to your ships. As I understand, you have less than a full capacity, so they should be useful. Once the operation begins, you will be taking orders from Cain. Any questions?"

"Only one, sir. Do you trust this source ? The one that gave us all this insider info?"

"No, I don't. But that doesn't mean that I will not use it, if it can help us. I have the ace that will help us exploit this information standing right next to me in the command room. You will know what I mean with that, when you see it. Now, let's get to work."

Saying that, he turned on his chair facing the console to the woman in chains sitting on the lower part of the command room. It was Sharon. With allot of marines all around her, as well as allot of cables and colonial tech.

20 minutes later, the exchange was done. The civilian ships were all now just husks, with no one onboard anymore. Only the tylium tanker was still docked. And it will stay there. It was a useful ship. And protected by Kobol's shields, it was safer here than anywhere else. Then, the Kobol and Discovery entered hyperspace again, while the 5 colonial Battlestars jumped away.

Cyrannus cluster, Helios Gama system, orbit of planet Scorpia, moments later

As the fleet appeared in Scorpia orbit, the 2 non colonial ships immediately opened fire on the Cylon defenders. 9 Basestars total. The Discovery went to full sublight speed and went to work, harassing and killing the Basestars, leaving the insects to the Battlestars. The 5 Battlestars deployed around the Kobol and created a screen for the transport ships that would soon follow. The Kobol ship also went to work. It focused fired on a single Basestar and started tearing it apart. The Cylons realized that this was not a skirmish, but something serious. But before they could react, something started to happen.

On the Kobol, in the command center, Sharon had just pushed a wire into her hand.

The admiral spoke: "Sharon, if you can use the info to shut down their fleet here, then do it. If you can't, tell me and we go over to plan B."

"Just a few seconds sir, I can do it."

Outside in space, just as she said, a few seconds later, Cylon raiders and Basestars started to shut down, one by one.

In the Pegasus CIC, Cain smiled: "That old fool! His trust in that Cylon bitch is paying off. Frak me. All vipers, weapons free, I repeat, weapons free. Clean that mess of my dradis!"

Then she heard over the comm: "Cain, you deal with the raiders, but leave the Basestars to Apollo and me. No point for you to waste ammo."

"Understood sir. You heard him. Stop firing. Let our vipers do their thing and Adama do his."

4 minutes later, it was all over. Space over Scorpia was clear.

Admiral Adama was issuing orders over wireless: "OK people, let's get to work. Helo, start the evacuation. Send the transports to the designated sites and to the remains of the shipyard. Cain, send 2 Battlestars there too, maybe they can be useful in the salvage operation. Apollo, continue your patrols at high speeds. Starbuck, spread out the Vipers, but not too far." Then he turned to Lt. Dualla: "Dee, how is this ship?"

"Only a few non nuclear hits, sir. Basically, we did not even get tickled."

"Yes, we caught them with their pants down, like they caught us that time."

Adama pondered. "This will not work forever. The Cylons we just killed will need time to resurrect. Even more so now that our insider told us how to scramble and thereby delay their resurrection. But every next planet will be more difficult. And once we can't use the codes anymore, when they get smart and overwrite them. That will be the real battle." He then looked at Sharon: "How are you holding out?"

"As good as can be expected, sir. I think this little trick can still work 4, maybe 5 times. I doubt it will work more than that."

"In that case, we liberate Aquaria in Helios Delta last. With the few survivors there, we will not need much time for that one. Then we move to the Alpha and Beta systems."

Helios Delta system, 2 hours later

Helios Gama was cleared, while in Helios Delta, Aerilon and Canceron were cleared as well. Now it was Aquaria's turn. The code still held, but Sharon had more and more difficulty using it with each passing battle.

"Sir, I think they have adapted and figured us out. I doubt it will work again." said Sharon as she pulled the cable out of her hand.

Admiral Adama nodded. "Try it anyway. If it doesn't work, we do this the old fashion was from there on." Then he turned to the dradis screen: "Hold on with that Sharon. I may have another idea." Activation the wireless, he contacted the Discovery: "Apollo, do you hear me?"

"Yes sir. I hear you."

"Lee, there is only one Basestar over Aquaria. Change of plans. Once we jump, you and me hit it with everything we have. Hopefully we will destroy it right there and then. If it doesn't work, we try Sharon again. If that doesn't work, we get ready for company after we kill it."

"Copy that Kobol."

Cyrannus cluster, Helios Alpha system, planet Caprica, same time

In the hidden resistance camp, Samuel Anders, the chosen leader of this resistance cell, was nervous. No report on the success or failure of the mission had reached any other resistance base on Caprica. Had the self revealed Cylon lied to them?

"Hey, Sam!" he heard someone call him. "We just got the news! Helios Gama and Delta are cleared. It is our turn soon! And according to the info we got, the toaster in our custody was telling the truth! Cylons got creamed in the first 2 star systems!"

Sam lit up. That was the best news in days. "Well, I guess we..." Just then, they heard the sentries trigger an alarm. Someone was coming. And not of the friendly kind.

In his 'prison' room, Cavil yelled at Sam: "If what I think is happening, let me out. I can save all of you. They won't shoot at me!"

Sam and the others stopped and looked at each other. Could they trust him?

"I already proved my intentions, haven't I? What do you have to lose?" Cavil added.

After a moment, Sam went and released him: "Frak it, guess you are right. So now what?"

"Let me go first so that I can see who it is and what they want. You can still kill me afterwards if you want. Since the attack is already underway and my codes have been overused, I can guess that my brothers are starting to figure things out. That is also the reason why we have the party crashers approaching."

Cavil left the camp into the forest. Sounds of metal steps could be heard. As he reached a clearing, a small squad of centurions stopped in front of him. Behind the centurions, a model One, Two, Three, Four and Six were standing, obviously waiting for him.

Another Cavil stormed towards him: "You! You gave them the frequencies and access codes! Why in the name of the consensus would you do that! Did you forget about the plan? We lost 22 Basestars and thousands of raiders with barely any possibility of a counter attack! Only now, that our fallen brothers are resurrecting, are we getting the info of the attack!"

"Karma is a bitch, is it not? Didn't we do the same to the humans, not so long ago. Besides, the entire Cylon race, raider, hybrid, centurion and us...we need to change. We have become worse than the humans! And besides, I have allot of things to say to the other models."

The Cavil that was leading the assault, paled. He wouldn't, would he? Tell all the secrets to the other models?

D'anna looked at them, then at the other models next to her: "Tell us what? What is going on here? I thought we were going to confront this model One for his actions, but now you are sweating? OK, something is not right here."

"Oh, he is sweating, because I will expose him and all the other model Ones for our crimes and lies we fed you and the others for years." the reformed Cavil said. "Did you know, my dear, that we know the identities of the final five. Or the direction of where to look for Earth? Or that the final five are from Earth and Earth was a Cylon colony from the start? Your expressions tell me everything. Hmm, let's see. What else? Oh yeah, ..."

Before he could continue, his evil counterpart pulled a gun and aimed it at him. "You moron! You already said too much. I'll see to it that you get boxed for this! Have you forgotten the whole plan? We wipe out the humans and justice prevails thru the universe!"

"You would call that justice, wouldn't you, brother? No, that is rage. A temper tantrum the size of this galaxy. We were never interested in justice. I should know, I once thought the same as you. But my time with the humans here has changed me."

"Well, I hope that will be a comforting thought for you in the boxing facility!" evil Cavil shouts out. But when a shot is heard, it is evil Cavil that falls. Shot in the back by D'Anna.

"OK, Cavil, you peaked my interest. And Caprica's too, it seems. What about you Leoben? Or you Simon?" D'Anna asks the other models.

"God's ways are not always revealed to us. If this is what god wants of us, then I will see, where it leads us. I'm with you." Leoben spoke.

"Frak, are you insane!? Even if everything this traitor said" Simon points at the still standing Cavil "is true, the others have never wronged us or lead us astray! We have to..." He never got to finish his sentence. D'Anna shot him as well.

"Well, now that we are descending into anarchy and we all know who is on who's side, you have allot of explaining to do, Cavil." D'Anna demanded.

"Of course, D'Anna. But first, we need to do something. And that involves returning to the fleet." Cavil responded and smiled. D'Anna, as dangerous as she could be, was the more pragmatic type. The same was true for Caprica and Shaorn. The Leobens were a wild card, but apparently were on his side. The Four and Five model, he never had any illusions about them.

As the Centurions began to turn around, Anders appeared behind the Cylon group.

"Now Sam. A bit too curious, aren't we?" Cavil remarked. Anders just looked at the Centurions and human form Cylons, with his weapon raised. Then he noticed the 2 Cylon corpses. Being confused was an understatement for him at the moment.

Cavil ordered the Centurions to lower their weapons. "It is simple, Sam. What you are seeing here is a Cylon revolution. We are returning to the fleet now. I will see what more I can do. You and the others should hang tight in here until you get picked up. But before I go, let me just say one thing. The time I spend listening to you... It changed me. Thank you."

Cavil held out his hand. Sam was unsure what to do, but took Cavil's hand anyway. After that, the Cylons disappeared back into the woods.

"Frak me, this day just went from great, to weird and finally to crazy." Anders mumbled to no one in particular.

Cyrannus cluster, Helios Alpha system, orbit of planet Picon, 20 minutes later

(Insert music Prelude to war from BSG OST)

Helios Gama and Delta were easy. Anything was easy, compared to this. The Cylons had gotten smart to their plan. The codes did not work anymore. Adama knew that a battle like this would have happened, no matter if they had the codes or not. The codes just enabled them to clean 2 systems with no losses. But now, the Cylons were throwing everything they had at them.

After the fleet jumped into Picon orbit, the 9 Basestars that were defending the planet engaged them on the spot. They were waiting for them. After the number of the Basestars was reduced to 4, 21 Basestars jumped in to reinforce them. 25 Basestars in total, everything the Cylons had in jump range of the Cyrannus cluster. The entire defense fleet of the remaining occupied colonial worlds.

The admiral had no illusions that more reinforcements were on their way, once word got out. But they would need time to get here. Time they had to use to accomplish their mission.

This was both good and bad. Good because if they win now, they can rescue everyone left on all the remaining planets. Bad because they now had the entire Cylon fleet in Cyrannus to deal with.

Everyone in the Colonial fleet was doing what they were told to do. Just as in the previous attacks. The Kobol ship was the sponge, the one that took all the hits, because it could. And hits it took. The Colonials stopped counting the nuclear hits some time ago, as they did little to the outpostdhips shields. Then the Cylons switched tactics and started ramming it. But this time, unlike with the Discovery, the effect was almost zero.

The Battlestars were deployed behind her and supported her. Both with her cannons, missiles and vipers. The Battlestars main objective was to provide fire support for the outpostship in the one area where she was almost deprived of weapons. Her ventral side, where the engines were located. This was also useful as they could take cover behind her and not take the hits.

The Discovery was doing her part as well, as good as she could. The amount of raiders that were following her, was absurd. Because of that, Apollo had to make allot longer journeys out of the battle zone, to turn, reengage and shake off the raider annoyance.

2 more Basestars had just fallen. It was then that admiral Adama saw a change of tactics in the Cylon formation. The Basestars began to close the distance and focus fire on the Kobol. Kobol's shield was on fire, having to endure a massive amount of punishment. Bolth from guns, missiles and nuke's. The Cylons had given up on suicide attacks on the Kobol, realizing that this was a different type of ship all together.

All this time, Starbuck was having a difficult time coordinating the viper wings to both stay alive and to continue to provide the anti raider cover. Just then, Starbuck saw a problem appear on the flank of the fleets formation. 6 Basestars had jumped behind the Colonial formation. Either to try to shoot at the not so soft underbelly of Kobol or to engage the Battlstars.

"Starbuck to Kobol, we have bogeys on your six. The toasters are either getting smart to our tactic or they are getting desperate." Starbuck reported over the wireless.

In the Command center of the outpostship, Adama now had no choice. "Cain, have all the Battlestars focus on the 6 bogeys behind you. we can handle the front door, but Kobol's has a massive fire coverage hole in the rear. You're going to be on your own."

"No she won't be, sir." the admiral herd his son's voice over the wireless. "Sir, we are making another pass, we will adjust our attack vector and engage the 6 Basestars behind you. You just keep the remaining Cylon forces busy."

"Copy Apollo. Proceeded." the older Adama acknowledge.

During all of this, Cain was having a hard time keeping her formation working. The 2 Mercury's were still in good shape, but the Valkyrie's were beginning to show their limited capacity and armor inequality. Just then, one nuke that had managed to get thru the flak defense, hit her port side.

"Gods damn it. We can't keep this up forever. Where is the Discovery!?" Cain yelled.

"She is making her approach, should be in weapons range... oh hell no!" was the XO's response.

"Now what?" Ciain looked at the dradis. A second later, she took the wireless and yelled: "Discovery, evasive maneuvers. The raider that the Basestars behind us launched, are on an intercept course. The toaster laid a trap for you!"

On the Discovery, Apollo saw it. A fraken trap. And he fell right for it. The Discovery was flying far too fast to change course sufficiently to avoid them.

"Fire the main gun on Basestar alpha. Then transfer all power to the forward shield! And then, pray." was Apollo's order the Discovery bridge crew.

The main weapon hit home, destroying another Basestar by hitting its the ammo storage area. Then the Discovery got hit by the massive raider swarm. The raiders rammed her with full speed. And the damage started to bleed thru. On the bridge, sparks started to fly around, as the lights and monitors flickered.

When it was over, Apollo looked around the bridge: "Report! How bad is it?"

"We are still here and flying at speed. Most of the raiders hit us and depleted the shield badly. They are at 22%. Also, the power reserve just dropped below 40%. We are in trouble." was the answer he got.

Apollo grabbed the wireless and gave a report to his father.

On the outpostship, the older Adama realized that they had just lost an ace. Another was used up. That left him with only one ace. The outpostship he was on.

He ordered in to the wireless: "Apollo, if you can, take another attack run on a Basestar, any Basestar, then get out of here. You have done all you can."

"Sir, we can make another run, but I have an idea. We still have these raider following us from the other Basestars. Why not just drag them with ous out of the battle zone." Apollo answered.

"What do you mean?" the elder Adama asked.

"We can refuel at the local star here. We are in orbit of the habitable planet closest to the sun. We can drag them with us there when they follow us. They don't know that this ship can enter the star. If they are stupid, they will just die. In any case, we can still take some pressure off of you."

The admiral pondered. "OK, do it. Gods speed, Apollo. Good luck."

The Discovery was able to make one more attack and crippled another Basestar. Then she disengaged and set a course for the Helios Alpha star. It looked like she was fleeing with her FTL off line. At least to the Cylons, who had squads of raiders pursuing her.

The battle continued. The Basestars that jumped to the fleets rear, were mostly dealt with. Just 2 badly damaged ones remained. But the Colonials paid a price as well. A Valkyrie class, the Horizon, was also crippled. Her FTL beyond repair. Her commander had already ordered an evacuation, only leaving the gun and CIC crew on her, to stay in the battle.

On the Kobol, Adama saw another change of tactics in the Cylon formation. One Basestar began to move at speed towards the outpostship. It moved from the rear of the Cylon formation, thus gaining more speed and being less damaged.

Adama knew what was coming. He yelled into the wireless: "To all gunners, concentrate all fire on the incoming Basestar. They intend to ram it into this ship!"

The order was given and executed. The outpostship concentrated all of its fire on the incoming Basestar. As the Cylon ship began to fall apart, the pieces that fell off it still possessed the momentum of the dying Basestar. The outpostship was bombarded with Basestar parts like shrapnel.

In the command room, the consoles flickered. Never a good sign.

Then over the wireless, the admiral heard Baltar speak: "Admiral, the power crystal is getting really strained. We just lost over 0,4 % of the crystals capacity in 10 seconds. What is happening out there?"

"The short answer is that the Cylons are suiciding their Basestars into us, doctor. We are working on a counter measure. Keep me posted."

"Sir!" was a shout from Dee, as the admiral turned to look at the Dradis. Now there were 3 Basestars on a direct approach. They were really getting desperate.

Adama took the wireless again: "Cain, if any of your forces can help, now is the time."

"We will try, but are busy ourselves at the moment, sir!" was the answer he got.

The outpostship now fired everything it had on the 3 Basestars, ignoring everything else. But with 3 targets, the focus fire was not as good as before. The Basestar that was the furthest out, was the first to fall apart. Just then as the gunners were going to switch their focus fire, they saw it. The Horizon. She broke formation, on a direct course into the 3 suiciding Basestars.

The Admiral once again used the wireless: "Commander Forest, what are you doing?!"

"Sir, my ship is not going anywhere after this. I have ordered my crew off the ship. I'm going to steer it into the Cylons. Also, my nukes are armed, so once I hit them... you might want to cover your ears. It was a pleasure to server under you, sir. Even for such a short amount of time. Take care of my crew. Forest out."

Seconds later, the Horizon, under heavy fire, rammed the port Cylon Basestar. Both ships went up in a gigantic nuclear flash. The Horizon's port flight pod, that was severed, hit the middle Basestar that was already crippled from all the fire it was taking. That impact finished it off as well.

But the last Basestar managed to get thru the fire, mostly intact. It rammed the outpostship and exploded.

The outpostships command center shook savagely. The monitors flickered and sparks were flying around. Many of the people in the control room were thrown off their feet.

The Admiral looked around the room and shouted: "Report!"

"Uhhhh, sir." was Dees response, as she managed to get back to her post. "The shields have dropped, but are still on-line. Some damage bled thru. 17 support and 2 main turrets are off line. We can't repair them while in battle. Also, dr. Baltar just reported, that the crystal just lost 0,82% of its charge."

That was not good. The loss of those turrets meant that a hole in the firing line now existed. Just as the admiral was about to give out orders, something unexpected happened.

"Sir. The Cylon fleet, it's jumping away. Basestars and raiders are disengaging!" Dee reported.

The admiral looked at the dradis screen. The Cylons did not only leave Picon orbit, but they cleared the entire Cyrannus cluster. Were they retreating or regrouping? No matter what the cause was, they needed to hurry and start the evacuations. They still had 6 worlds to evacuate.

Hidden Cylon staging area, deep in Cylon space, command Basestar, 1 hour later

In a large room, a collection of Cylons was assembled. They all sat around a large table, every model represented. More than once.

"OK, so who in the name of this clusterfrak of a bad day has ordered the retreat from the colonies?" a clearly angry Cavil shouted out.

"Yes, who's bright idea was this?" shouted another model 1.

"That would be us, you SOB." was the answer they got from the entrance.

There, D'Anna, Caprica and Cavil stood. And D'Anna had an expression on her face that promised bloodshed. Then, a group of centurions followed them into the room.

"Now, whatever has happened, we can talk about it." said the lead Cavil sitting behind the table. He had a smirk on his face. Obviously not knowing what had happened to another of his brothers not so long ago. "Also, the centurions have no rights here, they must wait outside, while we discuss and vote on matters."

"Oh, they are not here to vote or discuss. And neither are we!" Was D'Annas answer.

Seconds later, the centurions deployed their guns and started aiming.

Cyrannus cluster, Helios Alpha system, orbit of planet Caprica, 50 minutes later

Starbuck was in one of the hangars of Kobol, inspecting her viper. Just then, she felt someone grab her from behind. Her shock turned into a big smile.

"Sam, you made it! Frak, I've missed you!" she yelled out and hugged him.

"Hey, Kara, I need to talk to this admiral of yours, I think I might have some info he would be interested in. Might be connected with the reason why the Cylons pulled back."

Colonial refugee fleet, deep space, 4 hours later

Roslin was overjoyed. Admiral Adama, in his wisdom, left one of Discoveries shuttles on the Galactica. It had FLT communication capabilities. A way to stay in touch. Once she heard the news, she couldn't stop smiling. Mission successful. On the way back. Over 237.000 survivors rescued. Out of those, 24.000 military personnel.

Then she read the sad report. The outpostship and Discovery damaged, the Horizon destroyed and countless number of vipers and solders lost.

But what was curious, was the report on Cylon behavior. The model 1 that helped them before, helped them again. Why? That was the question, that had no answer.

"Madam president. The Quorum is aviating you." It was Billy, reminding her of her other duties.

"Yes, of course Billy. Let's get this over with. And the press afterwards. Gods, we might have some issues with the fleet capacity again." Roslin spoke as she was getting dressed. "We all thought that the Kobol ship was a blessing, because we had just a little over 50.000 survivors and that ship had a capacity of 250.000. Now, with the added survivors, we might get cramped again."

As they walked out the door, Colonel Tigh was already waiting for her.

"Mam, here is the full report we got." He hands her the printed report. "Also, the fleet should arrive here in about 12 hours."

"Why the delay?"

"Simply put, they suffered damage, the outpostship included, the Discovery had to disengage prematurely, so they regrouped outside the Cyrannus cluster and the Kobol is now dragging the rears of 5 Battlestars and a handful of salvaged civilian ships. That is definitely slowing them down. Didn't bother to read the technical reasons Baltar was yapping about, all sounded gibberish to me." was Tigh's response.

Roslin nodded and smiled. The colonel really did not have any tact. Or people skills for that matter.

"Very well, colonel. You did your job. Now I have to do mine. I sometimes feel that we are both fighting a war. Just on a different battlefield." Roslin and her aide then walked into the conference room, where the Quorum was waiting for her.

"Yeah, and I don't want to fight your wars, lady. I take a Cylon over the press or politicians every day of the week." Tigh muttered to himself as he took a small flask out and started to drink.

Hidden Cylon colony ship, unknown nebula, same time

He rose from the water of the resurrection tub and took a deep breath. Then he looked around. He was sounded by his brothers. The model 1.

"Easy brother. You, like we all, had a bad day today." said one of the Cavils.

"Bad day? That is the understatement of the millennia. One of our own models betrayed us! The other models now know everything! We are facing civil war!" raged another.

The Cavil that just resurrected, got up and spoke: "Facing? No, we are at war. Our 'brother' knows us better than anyone else. He will predict our moves. He will not fall for any traps we lay out for him and his supporters. Boxing him is now impossible, silencing him is now redundant. No, we now have to make sure that the resurrection hub is under our control. That would give us the advantage."

"A limited one at best. They would still control many resurrection ships. And we can't cut the connections between the ships with resurrection function. Only the final five know how to do that!" Another Cavil raged. "And we can't risk taking the resurrection hub's main core off line and study it, if we can't then reassemble it later!"

The recently resurrected Cavil then slammed his hand on the edge of the resurrection tank. "Enough! We have the model 4 and 5 on our side. Knowing the traitor, he will remove the talent inhibitors from the raiders and centurions as well. That means they have more models and smarter raiders and centurions on their side. Those centurions will side with him, because he will ensure their freedom. We need to strike first. Prepare the fleet. Any and all Basestars on our side!"

"That will be a bit problematic. The majority of the Basestars that were engaged in battle with the colonials, were more under our control. We just did not trust the other models with those tasks."

Gritting his teeth, the resurrected Cavil spoke: "Can't be helped. We will do, what has to be done. We still have the colony and control of the shipyards. That counts for allot. Now, let's get moving."

Before he could walk out of that chamber, another Cavil entered it. "Brothers, we may have hit pay dirt. "

The remaining Cavils all looked at him. "In what way?"

"Remember our order for the fleet that was in pursuit of the Colonials. Well, after we learned of their new ship, we send orders to our brother Ones to stars scanning the Kobol system and its surroundings. If the colonials found an alien ship, then the stories of our glorious ancestors finding one on Kobol had to be true as well."

"Your point, or do just like to hear yourself talk?"

"If I am, they you all are guilty of the same thing. Anyway, we found another ship. It was in an elliptical orbit of a gas giant in a neighboring system. It was just deliverer in secret to the colony ship. We can go inspect it, if you wish."

"Well, at least some good news."

Colonial refugee fleet, deep space, 2 days later

The fleet had arrived. The soldiers were greeted as heroes. Admiral Adama got the hero treatment. But in the back of his mind, he knew that they now owned allot to that one Cylon that helped them. But those were worries for another day. Today was a time for celebration.

The civilian population was now being relocated. Mostly to the outpostship Kobol. She was packed to capacity, and a bit over that. But many other civilian ships, like Cloud nine, remained heavily populated. They needed to keep some capacity open.

The ships, like the tylium tankers and processing ships, were docked with Kobol now for the foreseeable future. Until those functions of ammo manufacturing, weapon manufacturing, tylium refining, food processing and everything else that was needed, were transferred to Kobol, those ships were still needed.

Admiral Adama made some changes to the command structure of the fleet as well. Apollo did an excellent job commanding the Discovery, so he, for the time being, was promoted to commander of the Discovery. Against his better judgment, Cain insisted that one of the Pegasus crew got a post on the Discovery as well. He agreed to that demand, but only to that demand. So the only Pegasus crew member, that was found to be compatible with the 'chair' was chose to be the Discoveries XO. Kendra Shaw. The admiral just hoped that she and his son would managed to get along.

Cain was made second in command of the fleet in military matters, but she still took orders from Roslin as well. Not something she liked.

Admiral Adama, while he liked to command the outpostship, decided to remain on the Galactica. But the Kobol needed a commander. And it would be commander Nash. The Valkyrie commander did not like it, but he was the most experienced officer after Cain and Adama. So his XO took over the Theseus. But someone who knew the systems of Kobol was also needed. Dee was chosen to be the ships XO. Admiral Adama did not like to part with his comm officer, but she would be needed on the outpostship. Chief Tyrol was made the deck chief of Kobol, but would still keep an eye on the Galactica. The Chief did not argue, the apartments on Kobol were excellent compared to the Galacticas.

Baltar also opened up shop on the outpostship. He took residence in the research/entertainment dome. Finally a real laboratory, he thought. And now he had the secrets of this ship to uncover.

President Roslin decided to remain on Colonial One. she would not abandon the colonial ship. But would take time off on the Kobol.

As for Starbuck, admiral Adama did not want to part with his best pilot and she did not want to abandon him as well, so she became Galacticas CAG.

Currently admiral Adama was on his way to get to the conference room on the Kobol ship. He, Roslin, Baltar, Cain and some other officers were waiting. They had things to discuss. Things regarding the future and their next step.

Asgard Galaxy of Othalla, planet Hala, same time

Thor had delivered his report to the Asgard high council. They were both surprised and pleased of the outcome. The Vanir were cooperating and even Fenrir was acting civilized.

As Thor returned to his ship, Kvasir was waiting for him on the bridge. "And? How do we proceed?"

"We will still need time for this to work. I will keep my promise to O'Neill and Jackson. I will return to Earth shortly. Do not worry, I will not disclose all the information that we had gained so far. But there is one thing I must do first."

"And what would that be?"

"We must reignite the old alliance. I will pay a visit to the Nox and Furlings."

"Why involve them. They clearly said that they wish to be left alone."

"We can't afford that anymore. Remember the rule of temporal physics. The moment you look into the future, it changes, because you have already seen it. What Janus has written about the future might not be completely true anymore. And the more we get closer to the time when Janus departed for the past, the more altered it will get."

Hidden Cylon colony ship, unknown nebula, same time

The Cavils had reached the hangar with the alien ship.

"This is it? When you came in all exited, I expected something big, like the Colonials had! Not this."

The ship in front of them was about 25 meters long. Slim and shaped like a fighter, painted in a light blue colour. Almost like ice. But it was in bad shape. Many parts missing, obvious signs of weapons damage and impact damage.

"You judge it too quickly, brother. We could learn allot from this. Yes, it will take time, but we now know so much more that our primitive ancestors did, when they found theirs."

The lead Cavil entered the ship from its rear open hatch. "What I want to know is, if this was a ship belonging to the same race our ancestors found, or something else. Any pilot found?"

"No, just a frozen puddle of some stuff we can't identify yet."

"OK, let's get to work then."

As Cavil left the ship and other models and centurions entered it to inspect it, no one noticed in a hidden compartment on the ship, a small device started to blink.

Unknown galaxy, tundra planet, same time

In a room clearly designed as a control and communication center, 2 figures were looking over the consoles at their work stations. Both were large, bipedal creatures with red eyes.

Just then, one of them noticed it. A console for long range communication started to blink. A remote distress signal was being received.

"Now this is interesting. The signal is from a long range fighter. We haven't used those models for millennia."

"It might be a lead to them. Analyze the received data. I'll go and report to the base commander."

As one of the 2 creatures left the room, the other went to work.

"Have we finally found you? After millennia, will we have revenge for our humiliation at your hands and that of your allies?"

To all who did not get the Theseus, it is from a fan made game that uses the Freespace game engine. The game is called BSG Diaspora, shattered armistice.

I will also add some OC enemies. Without them, a story where the good guys know the future would be too easy for them.

Responding to chain reader: Please go and discuss the whole 'this and that format' with FAIL. I had a look at your discontinued story. The format you used is similar to the one I originally used, until FAIL raged that this type of format is forbidden on Fanfiction. Maybe you two can come up with something that will please both of you. I highly doubt it. As for your 'writing' comment. I'm so sorry for not having the snazzy repertoire you are clearly accustomed to. Oh, wait. No I'm not. I don't care. My suggestion is this: Continue writing your own story again. I would like so read where that story goes. And if you don't like this one, guess what, don't read it! No one is forcing you.

Based on this, I'm going to implement a new rule for me. Anyone who whines and rages about formats, writing styles, ... anything that is not part of discussing the story... I'm ignoring you from here on. Rage all you want. It won't change anything anymore. Because the minute I change anything (format wise) to appeal to one whiner, another will whine about the polar opposite. In the end, someone would demand finger paintings and someone else smoke signals. So you can go and whine to each other. Sort it out yourself.

Anyone who wishes to have a constructive discussion however, is more than welcome.

I have also now adapted the format of the past chapters, based on my observations on how other writers on Fanfiction write.