-Chapter 1-

John entered the room looking around noticing that the five tubes in the middle have not been tampered with since his last visit to his little personal storage room. Reaching around rubbing his back still feeling the knife that was thrust into it the other day, and the image of the woman standing over him that will probably forever haunt him wishing he could figure out the code to erase that specific memory he sighs looking around. Fortunately he had implemented his plan in creating the reserve version of himself, because his little takeover would have quickly ended before it had a chance to get started.

Pulling up a chair he sits next to one of the tubes reaching in he begins to pet the woman's face that laid there. "Dear Ellen…" moving some of her hair out of her face "…you had your chance, but look what it has done for you." Sitting back in his chair crossing his arms "you really should have taken me more serious I had great plans for this place, but no you wanted peace and look what it got you." Watching her face not move he knew that even if she was turned on that she would still find a way to object.

Not realizing that he wasn't alone anymore another John had entered the room and watched at the doorway "Why do you torture yourself brother?"

Stirring out of his chair John quickly turns around "I don't really define this as torture, but more self loathing."

"Call it what you will my brother but you need to move past it and get back on the job." Walking into the room he grabs the chair and sits in it.

Changing the subject John really hated to argue with himself if anything he realized that he had a superiority complex and it was hard to get anything accomplished when there was more than two of him in a room. "Are we still a go to implement them into the Colonies?"

"Yes… Saul will be the first one to be sent, Ellen will be second."

"Who changed the plan? Ellen was supposed to be the first one implanted." Getting frustrated that one of his models would change the plan without consulting with him.

"You were not around, and since I have the same hatred as you did I went ahead and made the call." Getting up out of the chair he starts walking out of the room "I know you are dying to know why so let me put your heart at ease brother. We aren't completely sure that this method will work so we decided to use Saul first in the off chance he is killed we could still send Ellen in later."

Staring off in oblivion John stood there for a second, seeing the sense to the statement he decided not to respond just nodding his head he walks back over to Ellen's tube and sits down. The other John nods his head back as a gesture that he understood his thanks for his explanation and simply heads out the door. Alone in the room again he returns his gaze back to his mother in the tube "If only I had more time before I had to box you. Your secret very well may die with you." Thinking of Purevenoms new body was taxing many of his plans putting them on hold as he worked on that one problem, but it seemed every method he had tried to create a body had failed with horrible results every door he closed twenty new doors would open. He had thought of contacting the Il-series Lucifer but he had exiled him to the remote site in the outer limits and as useful as he was he grown to attach to his own experiments grabbing his back again. Plus he did rebel with the others which ultimately destroyed his original body, no John was sure he had the knowledge he just needed to dig a little more.

Getting up he begins to head to the door just before exiting he turns his head "Goodnight mother we will talk more tomorrow" leaving the room he shuts the lights off closing the door. As he walked down the hallway smiling he enjoyed the idea that everything was going as planned the ship was more alive than ever, originally it was only filled with the centurions parading around. Now though it was being filled with all the humanoid models placing the centurions in a more or less required position, even the Raiders were being replaced with their own sentient minds so they weren't even required for flight duty.

Luckily Tyrol had designed the Heavy Raider before he was boxed, not really sure how we were going to be able to move the troops before it was time for retribution the ships allowed us to move squads of troops instead of having to use the Baseships as landing craft risking critical components that were inside them to fall in to the Humans hands which could ultimately be used against us, with this we could use much smaller units to position better. Giving it another thought it was disturbing that Ellen hadn't designed somebody with engineering skills John wasn't really sure who will be able to replace Tyrol expertise, Simon seemed the most adapt but his interest were solely in how the human genome worked, which had been useful for implementation into the Raiders but doesn't help with creation of newer units. Thinking a little harder on the subject the Eight's Sharon model seemed to be next best thing, but they were very whiney and complained a lot about the workloads that they were given plus they tend to treat the Raiders with more sympathy than John would like. Possibly the Sixes Kona Model would be the ones that would fit into the slot they just didn't seem to have a creative bone in them but they did work hard.

Walking into the command center he watched as everyone seemed to busy enjoying the noise he stood there with his hands clasped behind his back when one of the Doral's noticed him and began to approach him. John couldn't help but smile as he watched him walk towards him, Doral seemed memorized on the fashion stations that we would casually receive from the colonies. He actually would design clothes that replicated the suits that he saw, which seemed fitting since we were merely just copies of what the human race, why shouldn't the clothes we wore be any different. Not really understanding Ellen's full plan he often wondered what role Doral was to play in her design, holding himself upright as if he was somebody distinguished and often watched what the clothes he wore. Something said to John that he would have someday might have been a politician of the Cylons more than likely the one who would have found the peace between our two races if she had gotten her way.

Losing track in his thoughts Doral's words started to come into focus when he heard Ellen's name mentioned "…the plans Ellen had started with creating the colony have been completed, did you want to move our operations there?" standing there looking at John as if he had heard his entire conversation.

John quickly put his hands up "How many times do I have to tell you all?" walking over to one of the older centurions he pulls out it's weapon and points it at Doral "Those names are never to be spoken again." Pulling the trigger the weapon goes off blowing Doral's head clear off. Handing the weapon back to the centurion he starts walking away turning his back to the machine "Get that mess cleaned up." Seeing one of his brothers standing at a console John quickly walks to him "Tell our brother down in the resurrection chamber to make sure that he checks that Doral's code before he brings him back online."

"Of course Brother" as he nods his head the other John steps away and quickly leaves the room.

For fear that the other models might have some residual memory of the takeover John had worked hard to reprogram them, but for some reason they couldn't seem to forget who their parents were and that worried John. If they remembered they might revolt threatening John's plan before he had completed it.

Standing by another console John began to look at the status of the Colony a ship that would dwarf all of the ships in the fleet. Ellen had started its creation with the hope that they would be able to return all the planets that the Cylon Empire had conquered in the war as a good gesture for peace. Giving the Cylons a place that they could call home while they looked for a place that they could settle and start over with, but John had decided to change the plan and use it as the headquarters which would ultimately lead to the destruction of the Human race. Noticing the completion time he looks up "Why didn't anyone tell me that it was finished?"

Another Doral looks up and points to his dead brother on the ground "That is what he was informing you of when you shot him."

"Ah… well good, Tell the others to begin transferring everything over there then. I want to be moved in and ready to go in a couple of weeks." Turning before they could respond John heads out of the Command Center even though the models seemed loyal he did doubt there sincerity sometimes walking with hands clasped behind his back he heads to the laboratory hoping that the Simon he had confided into had made progress with the problem that haunted him.