I would just like to begin with the statement that I am in no way affiliated with Ron Moor or anyone who has been associated with the original series, the new series, or with any of the failed movie starts. I am not doing this for profit and I do not own any rights to this series or any other effort associated with it. Please do not sue me , I don't own anything that you would want anyway, I am very poor. I am doing this out of love for the both the original series and the new one. Most of the characters in this story are new and it is an AU story starting with the time after the last episode. This takes place in the lost time in between. I think you will like it, you could call it a story of romance or a new beginning. I have decided to make this the first in a group, "

"The Cylon stories."

Martile's of Cylon (Act 1)

Jim awoke from his daily nightmare. With his late nights he often slept in far past the morning miners shift. You can take a miner off the asteroid, it didn't matter, the religious fools would still keep home planet Geminon's time table and schedule. As he moved his head about the room that served as both his cabin and office swam into clarity around him. There , on the other side of the room, was the only machine that still cared about him. His coffee maker. Poor thing only had that "burnt wheat and algea" substitute in it any longer. To bad though, she blinked at him and made it cheerfully anyway. It was just one of the vices that he had developed from all his time with the humans.

You might think I must be one of the new undisclosed five that no one has seen yet. But that is not the case. I am a Brother of Arron Doral. But for me I was sent deep cover on a Gemonese mining colony in orbit around the Picon Colony. I was stationed there assuming the identity of a Colonial Marshal's service officer. A strange and often puzzling choice for his controller. By the way I have not heard from them since the fall! I had become a dedicated law enforcement officer there, living among the chaff of God's wheat, damned if he hadn't even begun to care about some of the humans. He knew them well, their flaws and their character. His circumstances for being alone like this were indeed odd to.

One thing that you must understand is that although I may have once looked like Arron , that has long been changed. I went under cover with minor facial changes, but when Arron was nabbed I took measures into my own hands. I simply invented a dupe to take my place. He had been one of the criminals that I had faced on the mining station. I set the prick up so that he took the fall for my "sabotage" attempt. I was careful to switch our identity logs and info so that he would appear to have the face of Arron. You would not believe the look on his face when I radioed in the terror threat in his voice. It was priceless. I held him with all my might in front of me so that when the charge went off his head and body were ruined. When they checked the records I was "repaired" with the help of the good doctor Kottle on the Galactica. They made me look just like my criminal friend.

You mighty ask why wasn't I worried about Baltar and his infamous Cylon detector? Well to tell the truth I was but they tested me twice and I passed both times. I could see the self doubt in the freak's eyes. You could tell there was something wrong, but what? I didn't learn till later just what the man was hiding. I had been out of direct contact for so long. You see I like all the other human form agents have a built biologic friend or foe circuit. It is non-powered till the right type of energy is present. This is emitted by the Cylon fighters and soldiers during attacks. Well that is how it was supposed to work. If that jack-ass Baltar could have recreated the "signal" energy field then it would have flagged us all. Except for me! I no longer have the system in place thanks to an over eager surgeon who removed my spleen back on the mining colony. I told you I had been a good cop, and the syndicate tried to pay me back for it.

Then came the big assault on humanity. I waited for the strike that would send me back to my people, knowing they probably thought that I was one of the rare ones who died without resurrections. Not so rare anymore from what I hear! The others are probably finding out how much more interesting it makes us. What you thought that everything in heads was coherent and cohesive? No sorry we are just as scattered and random as you. Quite the achievement, artificial precision reduced to human imperfection. You people should feel flattered, it only took us destroying an entire society to figure it out. Tisk, tisk, now don't cry!

Oh, did I mention that I am a smart ass? Where was I? Well yes I did not get my ass shot up on the colony mine, it seems that my intrepid miner friends found a way to get this flying scrap heap out of the breaker yards and into space. Hell I was even a hero when I stopped a centurion from killing a little girl during the escape. She had fallen on me as she ran and my "brother" centurion had tried to kill us both. I saved her as I saved myself. But that made me the hero, Marshal Jim. Well none the less my job skills were not put to use here in the fleet by any one agency. No one wanted to pay for anything like a full blown fleet security force. Different factions had there own security forces. Military, politico, mob syndicate, even religious. So I set up freelance, I have been working for them all and keeping my ass under the radar. So here I sit sipping Coffee's sweet wheat brew in day old cloths and wondering where the day will lead with my new case.

Act2

I had been working this one for a few days, a friend of a friend had pointed out that there would be a bounty for the one who discovered what happened to an old Piconese Mobster named Nella Rekips. Seems the old bastard had been near death and forced himself on board the " Gemon Sow" otherwise known as the Wanderer, the old ship had been used once as an intra-system liner. He had forced families out and claimed that his men had been fixing the ship so he had the right. It didn't go well with the miners and he had been forced off when the fleet had steadied. Nella went to the Rising Star to live and gamble but had died there. The elders on the "Sow" wanted no reprisals against the religious sect.

They had plenty of reason to worry, the old bastard was a friend of Tom Zarak and Sire Urey. Two men who did not play. Urey was the mob muscle man, and Zarak had been a terrorist. With the strange politics of this fleet they had become friends and the whole fleet trembled. It was rumored that Urey had ordered the hit on Commander Cain's first officer.

I had gone to the Rising star to investigate and had the cooperation of the local authorities. I took along my two employees Mark Colis, another former lawmen, and Sarah Minder, a former electronics tech and part time stripper. They were very useful. I had Mark help me with the questioning, he interrogated the suspects and I questioned the so-called witnesses. Meantime I had Sarah go to the security deck and check out the system logs of the gambling decks. As we suspected the ship, like most non-military had only reactive monitors except for the cubit decks. But there was one exception. One private deck on this ship actually had its own military grade security system that was not tied in.

Sarah reported back that she was going to follow up on it and I told her to wait for me. She said that the passives and the money deck cameras had recorded only what was already in evidence. That the three Geminon's in custody were seen having an altercation with Nella about an hour before his corpse was found mutilated in the turbolift. But that the lift had no record of it . It only came on long enough for him to be seen coming on the lift alive, but wounded and with no security detail. We agreed that that in itself was very queer, because the ass didn't go anywhere alone these days.

I was held up by a steward who demanded Id, and had to validate my purpose for being there. Fool wasted 10 minutes of my time. I left to rendezvous with Sarah. When I got to the main shaft I found blood. More than enough to say that someone was dead. My heart raced, I let her down. Drawing my weapon, a nice double mag 7.5mm with a five centimeter barrel and 21 rounds, I crouched down next to the lift door. As it opened I swung into position to take whoever I found by surprise, but was greeted by a flying corpse thrown into my line of fire.

The figure beyond was a blur, I rolled with the body to get a shot and squeezed two off before they rounded the corridor. Then I saw who it was. It used to be my friend Sarah, she had been nearly gutted. But worse in the lift beyond, lay the ruined body of Mark. They had been my last two friends in the fleet. God alone only knows what happened, now they were both gone.

Upon standing I found myself to be covered in blood. Down the hall I could hear the approach of the fleet security team stationed on ship. I looked around as fast as I could and I spotted a dropped billfold. I scooped it up and as fast as I was able I hid it in the secret lining of my jacket.. I composed myself quickly and holstered my sidearm as the security teams arrived. I placed my hands on my head when commanded and was rewarded with a rifle butt to the back of the head.

I was interrogated for several hours before they gave up and decided to believe what I was telling them. A Lt. Gaeta from the Galactica came in to talk to me. He had recently been promoted to an internal security detail and was sent here to investigate this massacre.

I asked him," What are you talking about?"

Gaeta just motioned and said, "You had better follow me."

They went through the bowels of the ship, he was relieved to see that he was still on the Rising Star, till they came to a turbolift. He motioned to step in, and did so. It was a quiet ride, Gaeta did not mutter a word. We reached a level 4 decks above the gambling areas when the lift came to a rest. He had thought he had seen the worst that humans could do to each other till those doors slid open. The view of utter carnage that greeted him was amazing. Not even a Centurion would do this, I guess that you could say that they lacked the creativity that this required. Men women and children alike, slaughtered in inefficient and unimaginable ways. On the wall written in the intestines of many were these words.

"HE IS AMONG US! IBLIS LIVES..." Curled at the end of the mass of rendered flesh he was shown the burnt remains of two figures. A man and a woman who had appeared to have died smiling while they eviscerated each other. Gaeta bent down to show me their hands. Many of the people here had these strange branding marks on there hands. The place appeared to have been the safe hold of someone wealthy till it was over run by this cult.

They tortured and killed everyone? But why?

" Gaeta, what happened hear? Who was the mark those men were guarding." I asked.

" This had been the home and safe house for the Piconese Mob. Nella Rekips was keeping Baltar safe here under orderes from Sire Urey." He looked down now, "and a woman and her child lived here too. Angela Davund and her daughter Athena. Angela was ex military, her daughter was only a year old. But there were problems. That was why Urey sent them here to stay safe."

I looked him square in the eye. I could not contain it. " Man...what do you call this? These people killed themselves and everyone who got in their way. Why? Why would they kill all the children?"

" They didn't kill all the children Martiles! We have found Angela, but not her child. Her child is one and walked out of here because she has grown to the size of a ten year old. That is why they were after her when Urey gave her safe haven too. Word is that it was someone high up." Replied Gaeta.

"Maybe Eloshi or one of the council?" I wondered aloud as we walked from the scene. This just didn't fit. But my human friends were gone and all that we had to show was this carnage. What did Rekips die for, did they kill him because of the cult? Or was he a member? No, that is one thing the Mob didn't tolerate. The only religion they did worship was the God called the Cubit. I realized, after a few moments that Gaeta had stopped...

"Jim, you, find anything you'll let me know won't you?" Came the Lieutenant's voice from behind me.

"Sure...sure man, you have my word." I said as I rounded the corner. It didn't take me long to get the hell off that ship. I was damn glad to see that shuttle. When I got back I just laid down and slept for hours nursing my wounds. I showered at the communal facility when I got up. I got a lot of stares from the minors at the wounds and bruises I wore. Albeit healing more rapidly than most humans they were still a violet yellow in many places. You have to give up some privacy here on the "Sow". Word gets around fast. But no one would ask any questions, cowards. Later back here with Lil' Coffee blinking at me I opened the billfold and found Dr. Baltars life and itinerary spread out before me. I found the list, crumpled in the change compartment. How careless... And they think we Cylons are bitches. But one thing still bugged him. What could have burned that couple without damaging the surrounding ship?

Who was IBLIS? He found no mention in his database...