-Chapter 2-

"I'm telling you that it cannot be done." Finally Simon said to John after hours of deliberation on his request.

"Don't tell me it cannot be done, our fore father and mother were able to do it" John continued to insist.

"I have tried every route gone through all there notes. I even used the notes from that machine that you exiled there is nothing there. I can't find all the information on how resurrection really works, sure we can duplicate the resurrection tubes but the Hub is a one of a kind ship if we lose that we will lose all knowledge on how to resurrect ourselves."

"I don't understand…" John started to pace not happy with this new piece of information "…I copied all their files it has to be there."

"We still have them here why don't we resurrect them before we send them to the colonies?" Simon said desperate to resolve this impossible quest.

"It's too late for that I have already reprogrammed their minds. Even if I reactivate them I doubt that the information would still be there. No, we proceed with the plan."

Changing the subject again Simon felt compelled to relay even more bad news "You're going to have to tell Purevenom that he is using the Simon model…" standing straight trying to make a stance "…he continues to come here asking if I can take off the armor."

"What did you tell him?" John taking an interest he wasn't aware that the Imperious Leader was growing wrestles with the armor.

"The locking mechanism you put on it makes it impossible for even a machine to figure out. He isn't happy with the answer he keeps saying that he wants to put the body through some test to find out how much more superior it is to his old body."

John turns away from Simon not wanting to show his frustration. Plans might have to be accelerated in the disposal of his most Imperiousness. "Good, good tell him next time he comes see you to report to me. I have some new developments regarding his design."

"What new development?" Simon responded with a very quizzical look on his face.

Turning back to Simon, John wished he had a centurion in the room so that he could repeat his action in the Command Center "let me worry about that." John was regretting coming to the laboratory today Simon only seemed to have one problem after another and no sign of a solution to any of them. Looking at the table he walks over to the data stream "Getting back to one of the other problems what do you mean the information on resurrection isn't there?"

Simon opened the file on the data stream and began sifting through the information "It is almost as if someone went in there and deleted small but important parts of the formula."

"We are machines why can we not complete the formulas?" banging his hand on the table trying to figure out when Ellen and her entourage had a chance to do this. John had gone to great lengths to ensure the surprise of his takeover it was impossible that they could have done this with the time he gave them.

"These formulas are so complex that I'm not even sure how our parents figured them out." Pointing to a series of numbers "I have compared these sequences to everything that we know and nothing even comes close to deciphering them."

That was it John swore the next time he came to this room he was going to bring a gun. Sitting in the chair he places his head into his hand "Fine… talk to the John on the Command Center let him know that we need to redesign the Hub." Taking a minute to gather his thoughts "I want a Hybrid put on the ship and FTL drives as well…" walking over to the board John starts writing new equations on the board "…we can also dedicate a few Baseships for its protection."

Simon started to tap the table "Really this isn't part of my duties. So far I have no idea what you just said."

John stops in mid equation on the board turning to Simon he gives him a stern look "Oh shut up! Go get John and tell him to come here…" as he watches him leave the door begins to shut "…Also bring a centurion down with you!" not sure he heard him he returns back to the board working on the new problem that has been brought to his attention.

Purevenom paced in his room he had been in this armor for a few months and was beginning to become tired of it. Appreciating the steps John had gone to ensure his safety he began to worry that he might have made mistake in trusting his judgment. Looking out the window he looked at the huge ship dubbed the Colony by one of his human models. The design was supposed to be a new home for him a place that he could rule and also keep his most prized possessions protected. With as many weapon placements that were placed on board controlled by multiple Hybrids he would never have to worry about his safety again. Of course the way John had explained it to him once his resurrection code had been put in place he would essentially never have to worry again about being shut down, but the problem was John seemed to be avoiding the matter and bringing up other concerns.

Being one of the original machines that started the war his design was as a strategist for war games paved the way to his leadership role. Amazed how he had evolved, he looked back at his evolution as a simple computer the humans eventually placed into a prototype design that eventually evolved to a four processor mind which made him the most intelligent machine on all the colonies. It was that superiority that saw the flaw in man that eventually brought the war to their doorstep, but even with that knowledge he couldn't beat human ingenuity that eventually placed him into a stalemate, if it wasn't for Ellen and her crew the war might have continued for a very long time possibly not ending until they were both destroyed. To think Purevenom believed his evolution was complete to only learn that there was another step that John took him too, but as much as he appreciated it he began to learn that there were consequences for this knowledge and for what he thought was a blessing he started to believe that it just might be a curse. Ellen's betrayal didn't help though she had sold to him technology that would lead him to believe they would bring the downfall of man, but in reality its true design was to help them coexist with their human enemies. John showing him the truth behind her intentions saved the Legion from such trickery, and brought a new dawn to the Cylon Empire that he hoped would overcome the stalemate that existed between the two races.

Returning his gaze to back outside of the ship he watched as the new Raiders began drills impressed by the ships they were smaller and more mobile than the original ones that they would soon replace. Plus the loss of one ship would not be as taxing since they had resurrection technology in their programming every loss would be a learning lesson to them now making them a more efficient killer.

The door chimed bringing his attention back inside the room turning toward the door he says in low growl "Enter!" D'Anna one of the three models enters the room as he watches her walk with a majestic grace he found himself wanting more to take the armor off. Reviewing the records he learned of sex and for some reason was drawn to experiencing it first hand as she approached his breath deepened as he tried to keep his composure. "What is it D'Anna?"

"We are approaching the Colony..." giving him a frustrated look "…Spectre requested if you could meet him in the Command Center once you have arrived."

Watching her expression Purevenom studied it for a second. None of the human models seemed to like the Il-Series advisors giving off the impression that there was some distaste for what they were. "Tell Spectre that I will look forward to the meeting." Watching her expression show more displeasure he finally decides to confront the problem "is there something you would like to say?"

Correcting her expression she quickly responds "of course not my Liege."

"No please speak freely" hoping that she would not hold her tongue fearing retribution if she spoke ill will towards his friend. Which was probably why he enjoyed the Il-Series council, they were not prone to such simple fears and spoke openly to him.

"I do not wish to offend but I do not understand why you keep those models around." Keeping her eyes to the ground possibly hoping that what she said would not get her boxed.

"They are necessary. Before I had any of your council I relied on them solely and still to this day find their knowledge indispensible."

"Cavil said that the technology would benefit them, but for whatever reason have decided against there uploads."

"I'm still assessing this new technology and wanted to keep them just in case I was wrong in trusting John."

"Of course my Liege I will relay your message." She quickly turned and left the room.

Leaving him alone to contemplate his desire in peace he turns back towards the window looking forward to seeing an old machine that he called friend. Spectre had been by his side since the beginning of the war, a backup program of himself in the case that he was destroyed he was in sense the heir to his thrown. It has been interesting watching his development since becoming Purevenom changed his perception on how he viewed him and things that did not stand out before became apparent in a human form. For what he remembered Spectre originally was exactly like himself but as an advisor his personality developed into a separate entity as the years went by.

Walking over to a mirror looking at himself he stares at his design wondering what was under all of that armor. The only thing he was sure of was the color of skin and that it was similar to Simon, but other than that he had no idea. Grabbing the metal pole that he propped up against the wall he begins to find the nooks in his armor, wearing it for so long his skin began to itch and the only thing he found that would relieve it was that little wire. Scratching intently he hits the spot relieved he makes a mental note to address Simon it was time to cut off this blasted armor. Returning to the window he stares off watching his fighters conduct their drills, if anything that gave him peace.