-------Colonial Fleet In Orbit of New Caprica (+282 Days)------

There were almost 50,000 humans in the fleet. 50,000 humans with the vast majority living on starships not meant to be lived on. Fifty thousand humans stuck in space who had endured over 250 FTL jumps every 33 minutes mere days after they had had their entire civilization destroyed.

It had taken a few months before the collective shock had finally reached the fleet. That shock and hurt had reached a culmination and the tension had reached a breaking point when Commander Adama dissolved Roslin's presidency. It had again reached a breaking point when Pegasus and Galactica were on the verge of a shooting war. They were either blinded or oblivious to the fact that the last remnants of the Colonial civilization were watching their two protectors act like spoiled, rotten children.

When New Caprica was discovered, the fleet was overjoyed. Finally, they could rest.

Admiral Cain had assumed military oversight and ordered only temporary landings on the planet, at the mouth of a river delta along the equatorial habitable zone. It took three days before Cain had realized that the ships, crews, and civilians were not planning to follow her orders.

She had suggested to Roslin of sending down Marines, rounding up the people, and forcing them back onto their ships. Or just taking control of the ships and threatening to strand them if they did not return.

Admiral Cain had made these suggestions to Roslin, still oblivious as to what had occurred on Colonial One two days prior.

The Fleet was staying. And the people had spoken.

------BS-75 Galactica------

"Our occupation of the Colonies was in error," stated the 'Brother Cavil' Cylon, a Number One. The bio-Cylon had been exposed after Sharon informed Commander Adama once the SAR team had returned. She hadn't told Starbuck or Helo, justifying the secrecy in that the bio-Cylon, a Number One, would have noticed their change in behavior.

Starbuck had been livid Sharon had not told them on Caprica and regretted not being able to put a bullet through the Cylon's skull.

"We messed up. 'God' doesn't want us on the Colonies," the 'Brother Cavil' shrugged. He made quotation gestures prior to claiming 'God' had spoken to them.

The other Cavil, from Caprica, nodded his head in agreement. "We messed up, true. Did the Sixes-?"

"Oh yes, the Sixes and the Eights. Wonderful models they are," the Brother Cavil interjected and rolled his eyes, "two of them come back and get the Cylon race in some hoopla about being in error, that what we did was wrong." He turned to Commander Adama, Admiral Cain, President Roslin, and Carter Bishop (injuries mostly healed, though the eye was still growing tissue) and smiled. "We apologize for what we did."

The Colonials continued to glare at the two models. To them, it was almost surreal, like arguing with yourself in a mirror.

Caprica Cavil walked to the front of his cells, hands and palms up and out, submitting to the mistakes the Cylons had made. "We want to tell you this war is over. You win. We will stop hunting you," he smirked. He brought in a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "Human 'spirit'! It's just something we'll never have," he winked.

Admiral Cain stepped forward, her hand fingering her pistol, she slowly unclipped the locking mechanism on the duty holster. He curled her fingers around the grip, a look of murder in her eyes. "You have the gall to kill twenty billion living, breathing people, then come here and pretend we can just forget what you did?" She spat.

Both Cavil's laughed. The Caprica Cavil spoke first. "Oh, we know you wont forget. You're human after all. It isn't in your nature to forget." He made quotation signs with his fingers, "'God' told us that 'He' was done chasing you. So…"

"So, it doesn't matter if you want to forgive us or not. 'God' wanted us to come here, 'He' gave us this mission to tell you this. So, we've completed out mission. Kill us and we just resurrect-" the Brother Cavil said.

"Okay," Cain drew her pistol and shot him twice in the chest. Commander Adama and Roslin stepped back while Bishop just stood there cold faced looking at the body. She turned her said and over her shoulder told them, "He'll just resurrect." Cain turned her attention back to the Caprica Cavil. "So where are the Cylons going if they are just picking up and leaving? Back to the homeworld?"

'God' had given them 'divine inspiration' to undertake this mission of deception. Unfortunately 'Brother Cavil' and 'Caprica Cavil' were out of resurrection range.

Caprica Cavil snickered at Cain's last comment.

"What game are you playing here?" Commander Adama asked. "You don't just get to suddenly end this. You did the same in the first war and then came back forty years later, so it's not as if we can just trust you," he said. He kept his stare on 'Caprica Cavil.'

"You're a machine. We don't know what's going on it that mechanical head of yours," Roslin interjected. She was still livid from the confrontation with Jo Soto, and taking out her hatred of the Cylons and on an actual Cylon was an opportunity she could not pass up. "You stand there lying to us. You use that cold machine logic, we were 'in error,'" she mocked him, imitating his tendency to use quotation marks, "and now you just expect us to believe you? Machines. For claiming to be so much better, you certainly don't know much."

Cavil shrugged. He wasn't in the 'mood' to argue with them. "Listen-let me think of some insult here-" he cupped his chin in his hand, "hold on… got it," he snapped, "listen, meatbags, you excluded of course," as he nodded to Bishop, "I don't care what you think. We have other things we need to do which don't really concern the pitiful remnants of this humanity any more." He glanced sideways towards Bishop. "Anyway, with your friends here Cylon society doesn't really want to go off and get any more of our compatriots killed. Somehow you all have done a pretty good job of that." He dismissed their military success with a wave of his hand. "There is a lot more going on than what your Colonial military command told you."

"Care to fill us in?" Commander Adama asked sarcastically.

Caprica Cavil laughed. "Nooo." He started a short pace of his cell and moved closer to the far wall. "I don't know if you all have figured out what exactly is going on here. But take a look around. Take a look at him and his buddies," he jerked his head towards Bishop.

"I have already-" Bishop began.

"Oh please. Spare me the platitudes rattling around in that metal skull." He dismissed Bishop and turned his back. He let out a deep sigh and nodded his head to himself and shrugged. "I'm done here, Admiral." He turned back around, angling his body towards her. She shot him twice in the chest.

------BS-62 Pegasus (+283 Days)------

Planck and Soto had secluded themselves in one of the science labs aboard Pegasus. Carter Bishop was wandering the ship in a random pattern, nothing irregular for one of the three machines, but now one of them was always out 'on patrol'. It was just passed 0200 in the morning and few crewmembers were awake.

Admiral Cain had released the three Terminators of their Marines guards after John and Carter's action on Caprica. Carter Bishop had more than likely saved the entire SAR team and resistance, though the resistance team was fairly quick to dismiss his help.

The Cylon CPUs had been locked in secure storage, Admiral Cain unwilling to allow them to be analyzed at the present moment, despite the protests of Bishop. Unfortunately he had not been able to hide any, as inventory of his spoils from Caprica had been taken before the SAR team departed.

The three had created a temporary virtual world to hold their conversation. John had created a room on emptiness with just the stars surrounding him. Jo had created an image of generic California beach. Bishop was just projecting the drab and boring corridors of Pegasus into his virtual world. While the other two perceived their own, he could at least feel better and pretend they had to walk the boring corridors of Pegasus with him.

Erica-Z's AI cores were in temporary secured storage under Admiral Cain's orders. Captain Shaw and Lt. Gaeta were scheduled to go over the AI with Bishop and Soto the next day. The three machines had initially been against this, but Erica-Z had insisted she would be okay turned 'off'; it was like a dreamless sleep she told them. If her definition of dreaming was correct.

I don't believe Admiral Cain would try and kill us. She isn't a stupid woman John said to Jo Soto.

The two appeared to be typing and working at separate computer consoles on opposite sides of the lab. While Soto had been aboard Galactica and Bishop and Planck on Caprica Admiral Cain (or Captain Shaw) had seen fit to hide four surveillance devices throughout the science lab. They had been expertly placed, hidden out of site with two having very tiny cameras aimed at the computer terminals.

You ordered Bishop to patrol the corridors she retorted. If you were confident she wasn't going to try to kill us then why?

John paused a moment before answering her. Because I said she isn't stupid. Even if we were all in here, catching us off guard would be difficult. Now with someone always wandering around randomly it would be near impossible. Humans aren't always able to control their irrational tendencies, you know that.

Jo let out a little wireless laugh, and a small smirk slipped on her otherwise stoic face. Again you give them too much credit. They say they're better than us, yet they have been killing each other for ten thousand years. she hardened her tone and warned him. If they want to kill they will always, always find a way. Don't forget that.

'We must always be ready for any contingency' he quoted.

Soto perked up, Quoting her are you? Strange, I always thought you were one to quote John Henry.

Oh God, here we go Bishop said, rolling his eyes. You all do know we were talking about people killing us? We don't need a philosophy debate He pressed his lips together tightly, ready to keep his mouth shut during the ensuing debate between the other two.

John smirked and shrugged his shoulders in their virtual world. To Jo's perception he was just on the edge of the water, sinking into the sand with his weight.

It's better to accept one philosophy and study the rest rather than just devote all your time to one, Jo. Weaver was quite a machine Machiavellian. John paused briefly, hoping his words were not taken out of context. He was not a fan of the 'Catherine Weaver' T-1000 as she called herself. In reality, a T-1000 had no sex and the intelligence had taken on that persona. No one was exactly sure whether it was real or not. Records prior to 2011 were hard to come by. I still disagree with her methods.

Jo laughed. Of course you do. She noticed Carter slowing down and looking around. Carter's getting bored so we can save it for later, John. But we've digressed pretty far from our original intentions here in this dream world we've created. You should join me on the beach and she nudged him.

I don't get to join? Bishop questioned.

Jo shook her head. Not if you're going to mope around and project the boring walls of Pegasus! She laughed and hit him on the shoulder. Carter just waved her off. Don't be such a downer, I'll have to walk them in a few hours, too. Paranoid here she jabbed her finger over towards John will be doing his rounds later in the day, too.

So how do you all want to proceed with this? He asked them.

(The Marines watching the video feeds were getting bored with the two Terminators just tying away at their keyboards.)

I don't think we need to worry of Cain right now. If she just told Major Adama then that means its probably just been her and Shaw, maybe Garner, maybe a few others, Bishop said. He opened a mental checklist of possible Pegasus crew who could be involved. The list of those with technical expertise was limited. Deck Chief Laird had been a renowned aerospace engineer on Caprica, but his relationship with Cain was apathetic at best. They just haven't figured out a way to kill us. We have to thank God they don't have phased plasma weaponry.

Jo, walking besides John and Carter kicked a slight amount of sand on the back of their legs. They couldn't feel it, since they were not in her particular virtual world. But it was a nice distraction for her as she thought of all they'd been through the last twenty-six months.

We're going to have to come clean with SkyNet, the Cylons, and the Guardians if we expect them to help us. Jo let out a slight grunt, her emotions betraying her thoughts. Carter and John looked at her, wondering what was going through her neural networks and AI core. One thing. We do need to watch Roslin. She may not be in power much longer and my analysis of Fleet opinion shows a fairly low probability of her winning. But she has friends and allies. She led a mutiny against the Old Man once before. Who knows what she's capable of.

John nodded, but held the though in the back of his mind, filing it away as 'unlikely.' Jo Soto and Laura Roslin had traded words and verbally sparred the few times they had been in the same room together. Jo had replayed for him word for word the conversation, a term he used loosely, aboard Colonial One. He certainly had no sympathy for the Colonial president.

I still have the backdoor worm in Galactica's FTL computers before they caught us. Bishop said slowly, carefully. Sorry, John, apologizing pre-emptively.

John had stopped in his tracks and just shook his head, shrugged and dismissed it. Yeah well, I kind of figured he admitted. Carter didn't display any emotion to not receiving a dressing down from his friend and commander officer. Just… if you're going to disobey orders at least tell me about it, he smiled. Anyway, we might need to use it. Good job.

The device on the Pegasus engineering computers will help us prove our case, John Soto yawned. Even machines and AI's got mentally tired. Their life and operational times were measured in centuries, but the neural networks could degrade if left constantly running. Stand-by mode helped prolong machine neural AI operations. Chip architecture like that, that specific…. It's like handwriting. Somehow the Guardians got a hold of SkyNet technology.

If we're going to fight the Cylons, we need allies. Bishop pointed out. We've got dozens of Centurion bodies laying around and the MCPs from Caprica.

Soto rolled her eyes and laughed at the suggestion Bishop was getting at. You think they'd let us reactive the Centurions and reprogram them? That's just ridiculous.

We still don't know the extent of SkyNet temporal manipulations. If they somehow took control of the Guardians after the Guardians left Landros then what we learned from Erica will be in error. John said, contemplating the ramifications. But there was still something that didn't make sense. The first Guardian baseship and the three attacking later just seemed different.

The other two nodded. Bishop, a former special forces Terminator, changed the subject back to the pressing issue of the plot to kill them. We'll just need to watch Cain. But like you said John, she isn't stupid. She knows what she's capable of, and she knows her limitations. The one I'm worried about is Captain Shaw. She reminds me a lot of Commander Flores, Bishop pointed out.

Yeah, the physical resemblance is remarkable, Jo noted. Hopefully Shaw wont go batshit insane and blow up the ship. and she couldn't help laughing to herself over the incident with the Jimmy Carter though found the murder of her friend, Queeg, to be anything but funny. Machine-human relations were quite different back in 2027; almost as bad as it currently was in the Colonial Fleet.

Anyway, John said, moving the subject back on track, We seriously need to keep an eye on Cain, Shaw, and even Major Adama. He's an honorable man but Admiral Cain has a… way with people. She commands their total loyalty. That is a very powerful weapon. We've seen how effectively it can be used. Good or bad John pointed out.

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Starbuck was still quite livid over Planck's disregard for mission orders. For a machine who, at times, had prattled on about being 'under orders' and 'it's my mission blah blah' she considered it ironic for him to disregard their mission so callously.

Unable to sleep she had been wandering the corridors of Pegasus looking for him. She knew the three 'never slept' and had a tendency to wander Pegasus.

John had finished briefing Admiral Cain and Commander Adama the previous day. Then he seemed to have vanished out of site. She'd checked the Pegasus Raptor logs, none had logged him as a passenger. The Marines claimed to now know where they were, but more than likely they still had them under surveillance. After the successful SAR Admiral Cain had allowed the three and Sharon to be released from their Marine guards and prison, respectively.

"Great," Starbuck said to herself after checking another dead end. The ship had over a kilometer and a half of compartments, departments, frames, nooks, and crannies. It'd be hard to find someone by herself. Then she thanked the Gods when she saw him at the end of the corridor. "John!" She shouted and ran towards him. "I've been looking all over this ship for you all."

He had stopped and waited for him to run up to him. She pulled him aside to one of the empty room. She also tripped from applying too much force to pull him. Starbuck steadied herself back up, trying to pretend that hadn't happened.

"We were in the science labs. I was heading to the machine shops to pick up a few things." He explained. "How are you and Sam?" Planck asked.

Starbuck gave him a double-take. "What?" She said, shaking her head. She had no idea why he had asked that question. Even when she knew him as Raptor pilot Blanks he never asked such a question right off the bat. "Why did you ask that?" Planck didn't answer. He stood there waiting for an answer. "…we're fine I guess… actually, pretty good," she nodded. "Why?'

"Just asking," he shrugged. She just stared.

She pretended he hadn't. "What the frak happened with Soto and the President?" Starbuck hissed. "Listen, Roslin's pissed. And the Old Man, too."

Planck was unsure what to say to her. He assumed Starbuck was still a loyal supporter of the embittered president. He didn't want to offend Starbuck. She'd been fairly support of him and his friends and they all found her to be fairly open-minded concerning them and Sharon and the situation around the fleet. Being on the run meant one needed allies wherever they came from.

"Um…" he began, trying to make it appear as if he was finding the right words. He had already determined what he would say microseconds after she brought up Soto and Roslin. "Well… the president believed Admiral Cain wanted us dead," he said in a hushed voice, "and you know as well as anyone she and Cain never got along. The conversation spiraled out of control. Roslin made the same racist remarks about machines not feeling, being alive and Soto doesn't really have the patience for that."

"Yeah, I noticed," she rolled her eyes. "I assumed she came into the officer's rec a while back to provoke a fight in there." She stood with her arms crossed starring straight at Planck. When he didn't answer she just sighed and shook her head, acknowledging the affirmation from his silence.

He shrugged. "So she went off on her. Basically said she was a human SkyNet and honestly, Starbuck, I can't blame her. Would I have done that? No. And I've already talked to her about the eye flash. We don't… not supposed to flash that color around humans. Anyway, she's staying in the the science labs on deck three if you need to talk with her about it."

She nodded her understanding. She'd probably have gone off a bit, too, if she were targeted like that. Never trusted and degraded. "So just tell me why you decided to go off the fraking… off the mission and go to Landros." She stood with hands on hips, waiting for a reply. She slapped her leg in frustration when Planck didn't immediately answer. "Fine, I can go and get Crashdown. I'm sure he'll talk…" she trailed, giving him one more chance.

"Fine," Planck conceded to the manipulation. "First, the reason I did not tell you was because Admiral Cain and Commander Adama have asked we do not discuss everything. We don't want to alarm anyone." She didn't believe him. "I swear."

"Listen. They were pissed you went off mission. Not at you, at me for letting you. The Old Man was a bit more forgiving, I guess whatever it was he saw there back during the war…. whatever. Even if what you told them was, or is important, they're still pissed you didn't clear this." She continued standing there, hands on hips and using a minimum of hand gestures. "I don't know how it works on Earth, and honestly, don't care," she waved. "But when you're under my command, you need to follow the chain. You'd have never done this when you were flying Raptors," she ended.

He stood there for a moment, formulating his thoughts and determining how much he was going to tell her. "I'm not a Raptor pilot anymore. Everyone has made that very clear, Starbuck," he countered.

To her it sounded like he truly missed what he had going before Kobol. She sighed in frustration. "My mission, my rules." She shifted her stance and folded her arms across her chest. "So, you going to tell me what you did on that ice ball? Was it some secret mission from the Old Man?" She asked with her signature goofy smile as her attitude instantly changed. "Come on."

"When the Guardians attacked and jumped the ship some hidden mission orders activated in my neural net." She noticed she didn't understand. "The resistance, on Earth, has a means of inserting orders into us which only activate with certain, broad subliminal messages. It's… hard to explain. We could see fifty images required to active the orders, but until we see say, number fifty-one, we are completely oblivious." She nodded. "The SAR onto the first Guardian baseship was part of it. So was the rescue on Kobol. A lot of other things I don't really want to go into," he looked back into the corridor and shifted. "But then I knew I had to get back to Caprica and to the Greystone mansion. Once there I found the AI and from there Erica-Z led Crashdown and I to Landros."

Starbuck circled her hand, indicating for him to go on. He didn't. "And…?" She prodded.

"If I told you that the Cylons were divided into two factions and one of those factions, the Guardians, never wanted war with the Colonies and fled, would you believe it?"

"Yes." She answered him strongly and without hesitating. "After everything I've seen since returning to Caprica for the Arrow, yes."

She could tell she had caught Planck off guard. Planck was surprised she was that accepting of his answer. He had calculated a low probability of acceptance that quickly. "Then I'll tell you exactly what I told Admiral Cain and Commander Adama; my mission was in error. We were sent to destroy all the Cylons if they posed a threat and to monitor Colonial computer systems to see if SkyNet had infiltrated your society. We're were a couple decades too late. Sorry." He added in the apology instinctively, as humans had a tendency to apologize for things beyond their control.

------BS-62 Pegasus (+284 Days)------

Vice President Baltar strode comfortably and confidently through the corridors of the battlestar Pegasus. When the behemoth ship of war had arrived months ago, most of the crew had ignored him or given him a once-over look, then ignored him. Now as the likely winner of the presidential race he had crewmembers smiling and nodding as he walked by.

A couple had even stopped to shake his hand. One even wanted his autograph.

Don't get cocky, Gaius the beautiful and seductive voice of his shadow, a tall blond woman warned him. Cockiness is a sin, Gaius. Remember that. She walked with him down the corridors, noting how the people loved him. You will bring them happiness, Gaius.

"I know," he whispered, looking at her and smiling. "You look lovely today. Do you like my haircut?" He asked, his eyes pleading for her acceptance.

It's… interesting, she said, running her hands through his now short hair. You're a man of confidence Giaus. These people will see that in you. Much as I do she smiled and continued running her hand on the back of his head and neck as they walked.

By now the crews of both battlestars had gotten used to his strange tendencies and quirks. Always talking to himself and many of the two crews had noted that he seemed to have a strange ability to sexually stimulate himself anywhere, anytime. Some were jealous.

"Well, thank you. Tomorrow you can call me Mr. President and we can… celebrate," he smiled. The suggestion did not escape his blond headed shadow. She pushed him against a bulkhead when no crewmembers could see. "Careful," he pleaded.

She leaned closer. Baltar's eyes wandered up and down her body, her black dress tight and short cut, revealing much of her splendid figure, and he found her red lips irresistible. Just remember your place, Gaius she said, before withdrawing. Come on. You have a mission here, remember? She walked in front of him, leading him to the brig, Gina in her holding cell.

When he walked in he dismissed the Marines and disengaged the surveillance systems. Admiral Cain had recently relented to Baltar's requests to private interrogations, and allowed him his privacy with Gina, justifying to her that the Cylon could detect deception and would not provide more sensitive and 'personal' intelligence if she were monitored.

She immediately smiled on seeing him, standing up from her Spartan cell and walking towards the door. She now had a bed, writing table, and a few books. Her condition had improved dramatically but Baltar could always tell that when he tried to get close she was uncomfortable. After what she had endured he had understood.

"Gaius," she greeted him, coming up and exchanging a quick hug. "It's so good to see you. I wish you had been able to come the other day, but I understand you are busy with the election."

Baltar felt the sadness and disappointment in her voice and rubbed his hand up and down the length of her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Gina. Zareck had me in strategy meetings all day and just to get here he was… well, it doesn't matter. I'm here now," he smiled.

Gina moved to sit on her bunk while Gaius took the chair and brought it opposite her.

Gaius, you need to be gentle now. She can help you here. She was a infiltrator, she knows how things like this work the spectral Six warned. Show her you care and that you're not just here to use her.

"Are you still eating well? Do they give you enough books?" He asked quickly. He leaned forward, the look on his face one of caring and compassion for the woman, Cylon, in front of him.

She just smiled and laughed quietly. "You are always so concerned. It's… better now," she said, mildly embarrassed. "But yes, they send me a few books a week. Some good, some boring."

Baltar sat back up, happy she was being taken care of. "Then I'll make sure some more books are sent to you. And by midnight tomorrow I should be in that position," the broad smiled showing all his teeth. He was beaming now from his all but certain victory.

Gina smiled and grabbed his hand and held it briefly before letting go. She nodded to the file folder Gaius was carrying.

Gaius, snap out of it! The woman yelled, pushing against the side of his head. He had been starring tenderly at Gina, a half smile on his face, unblinking.

"Oh, um… yes. I have these data readouts from some equipment I set up around Pegasus and Galactica and was just wondering if you could take a look," he smiled pleasantly. He partially extended his arm, keeping the folder close to him, waiting for her to voluntarily lean forward. He knew she would. He had known she would not want to disappoint him, not after all these long months. He whispered "thank you" to her and she smiled.

She opened the folder and began to examine the data. The data seemed almost random, but Gina was a skilled computer expert and infiltrator. Gaius had set up EM detection systems, and broad spectrum detectors for wireless signals.

"These are wireless signals, Gaius… I don't understand. Not on any Colonial frequency your equipment can transmit or receive on." She looked up at him confused. "What… does this have anything to do with them?" She whispered, like it was a secret between her and him.

He nodded. "Yes. I've had my suspicions for sometimes they were communicating with each other over some wireless connection-"

"This is amazing. We can't even do this. Not outside of a baseship, that is," Gina informed him. "How were you able to detect this?" She asked.

Baltar enjoyed these conversations with Gina. He found her incredibly intelligent and warm and seeing her analyze and theorize with him was something he found very attractive. Now he had an opportunity to show off his ingenuity and intelligence to someone who cared. "I had to mix and match some equipment. Lt. Gaeta helped me on Galactica… but just for some, he probably doesn't know what I was doing. Can you tell me anything more from it?"

She looked back down and turned the pages, reading the lines of information quickly and methodically. Gina and Cylons could read much more quickly than any human, and learn so much faster. Shaking her head she answered, "No, but I think whatever it is is very data transfers. Like… it seems a lot like Cylon projecting."

There is no limit to your genius. But ask her: are they Cylons? The Six asked.

"Does that make them Cylon? What they have been saying are lies?" He asked, excited to know his theory had been proven correct.

She quickly shook her head, disappointing and relieving him at the same time. "We have nothing like them. The technology is beyond our current capabilities. And they were here, helping me. They could have trusted you. If they were Cylons they would have told you. And I would have know, I would tell you anything Gaius which can help you."

Ask her if you can block their connections Gaius… she loves you Gaius, she added unexpectedly.

Baltar shot his head to the side, and looked towards the Six only he could see and hear. A smile tried to form on his face but it kept disappearing and he realized to himself that Gina did love him.

"Um… uh… um…" he stammered. The Six rolled her eyes and motioned for him to get control of himself.

Gaius, if you are going to be a leader of men you can't get distracted! These things are dangerous! Ask her! She shot at him.

"Can the transmission be jammed?" He threw out, turning his attention back to the Cylon, the woman he reminded himself, sitting opposite him.

Gina shrugged and gave a third cursory glance through the papers. "Maybe, I don't know. This technology is beyond that of Cylons." She gave Baltar a devious smile, "and much beyond yours," she laughed. "But if you can get me some reference books and some more readouts, I will try and do my best," she offered.

Baltar had his eyes locked on Gina's and moved slowly to the edge of his seat. He was about to bring his chair even closer to her when he was shaken back to his reality by a knock on the transparent brig security hatch. His head and body shot back, and he sat erect in the chair. Captain Shaw was standing at the door, she slid her access card and she came in.

"Vice President Baltar, Admiral Cain would like to speak with you if you could come with me, sir?" She requested with one hand on her pistol, the safety buckle unlocked. She kept her eyes on Gina. "Sir?" He didn't move out of his seat, but kept looking towards Gina.

Gaius. You need to see Admiral Cain. Find an ally. The Terminators, they are dangerous. They're a danger to this fleet and to everyone here. The Six said. Her dress had changed from black to a vibrant red, her blond hair just touching her bare shoulders. She stood behind Captain Shaw, motioning him forward.

"Um… oh… if you don't mind?" He directed towards Gina. She didn't.

Come on Gaius Six repeated. The Terminators are dangerous. We need to destroy them. We need help. Her voice was quick and serious. He knew that she believed their allies of recent months to be a danger to him and his future.

"Oh, okay. Okay," he repeated. Captain Shaw just stood there, waiting for the Vice President to follow. He looked back down at Gina and promised he would be back tomorrow.

As Gaius Baltar followed Captain Shaw out of the brig he didn't notice that the eyes of his beautiful and seductive shadow meeting the eyes of Gina. And he didn't see them both smile.