-Chapter 3-

Spectre studied the message he received from the D'Anna model just a few minutes ago, but was confused by what it said. The Imperious Leader stated that he would see him, but there was no time frame on when he would arrive there. Quickly he moved over to the data stream looking for the itinerary for his Imperiousness schedule hoping that he would have a glance to when to expect him. Of course since he took this human form he seemed to veer away from his normal schedule looking to entice more chaotic human things. Spectre seemed to find himself missing the days before these other models came online he looks over to the model known as Doral at least they seem to have retained some of their more Cylon heritage were as the others seem to want to be more like their human counterparts.

Turning to Doral "His Excellency should be docking soon please ensure there is a security escort to our location I would hate for him to get sidetracked... again."

Doral just looked at him showing a slight sign of contempt still acknowledging the orders he relays them to the security section "Purevenom has docked in the main hanger a patrol will meet up with him shortly."

"Excellent…" turning back to his station he reviews the log and casually begins his preparations for his leader's entrance so much has happened and it is important to inform him of the updates.

Looking around Purevenom relishes the site he had heard that the Basestars would be able to dock onto the Colony but to actually see it was an impressive feet. Walking onto the Hanger he is greeted by an army of centurions and his fellow models with John standing at the base of the platform. Hoping that it was the original John he really hated that they replicated all of them it made it hard to keep track of which one knew what.

"Your Excellency…" as John greets Purevenom at the bottom of the ramp.

"You know you can call me Purevenom" knowing that it was a pointless jester no matter how much he asked they still addressed him by title.

"Of course your Excellency" ushering him onboard "Welcome to the Colony. A few of the models setup a table in the main dining room wanting to greet you properly."

"Maybe later, I have business that is more pressing." Pointing to the elevator "Will that take me to the Command Center?"

"Yes…" giving him a short bow "well then if that is all I will excuse everyone then."

Walking away he gesture with his hand "yes, yes of course." Stopping and turning back to him "Tell me John, are you the original model?"

"No your Excellency" hesitating not really sure what that would entail.

"Relay a message that I want to see him as soon as possible…" starting to turn "sooner of course would be better" finishing his statement he continues his route to the Command Center.

As the door slides open Purevenom is greeted by Spectre standing directly in front of him "Hello old friend" surprised at his presence "Your security detail found me… I see you were afraid that I would miss our appointment again."

"Your Imperiousness…" moving to the side letting him pass by "I understand that with your new design you have become prone to easier distractions."

Smiling under his helmet he loved the honesty that came from the machines mouth. "Well I'm here now so what is so important that I have to miss my party for." The machine begins going over a lengthy list of items as Purevenom watches in admiration the dedication Spectre has for his job he finally interrupts "Sounds like it was a good thing that I left things in your very capable hand, you know that I trust your judgment go ahead and make the decision you feel I would make and send a detailed message updating me on them."

"As always I appreciate your support, but some of these items require your attention specifically" standing firm in his words he doesn't back down.

"Well take care of the ones that don't require my direct attention, and send a list to D'Anna that is part of my entourage and I will take care of them when I can."

"Of course your Excellency, I bow to your wisdom."

"Now that we have the formalities taken care of walk with me to my room" gesturing for the elevator doors.

"I'm sure you would enjoy your entourage company over mine."

"Never…" pushing him along "I command you follow… remember."

"Yes your Excellency."

Not bothering trying to correct him, Spectre's programming was unique to him and to change his mannerism would change him completely and Purevenom enjoyed him for what he was.

Leaving the elevator they precede down a hallway Purevenom continued to marvel at the design imagining that if he didn't keep an escort with him that he could quite simply get lost on board this place and could take weeks till he was found. Turning to his colleague as they came to the end of the hallway he decided to entice his friend in some simple conversation "So what are your thoughts on this place?"

Spectre not returning the gaze "The design of the colony is impressive the resources that we had to dedicate here would have not been possible had the war with the humans continued. I am curious why we never considered something of this magnitude prior to the arrival of the human models that said they came from Earth."

"I have wondered that myself looking at the specifications I can't imagine a Battlestar putting a dent in this place, but to be fair I wouldn't want to test it on anything the Universe could throw at it."

"Indeed I'm sure a Nova or singularity would have permanent ramifications if we decided to test it."

Giving out a laugh "yes that is true my friend." Spectre original design encouraged him to take on certain human characteristics as the laughter of Purevenom filled the hall Spectre automated response followed suit with his own laughter joining in. Purevenom started to settle down continuing the conversation "So how have the new human models been interacting with our centurions?"

"I will admit the new humanoid models seem to be highly intelligent, but their programming seems… chaotic." Turning towards the Imperious Leader "They make brash decisions that confound simple logic I would even say with yourself some of the choices you have made don't make sense to me."

Placing his hand on the machines shoulder "…and that is what I believe we were missing during the war." Continuing down the hallway "Humans don't use simple logic to solve large problems, yes their theories don't always pan out but it would seem that they work enough to give them satisfactory result. We deal with absolutes and in a galaxy where things are chaotic absolutes won't get the job done correctly hence we are building the new units."

"Interesting theory… how are you holding up in the body the John's gave you? Have you given it any thought to return to your original design?"

"I have given it some thought but I'm content in staying in the form that I am in. Even though John had better figure out my resurrection codes soon I grow weary of this armor." Stopping for a second Purevenom turns back to his friend "Speaking of which is there any word on the Guardian Unit that was carrying the original Hybrid?"

"We sent a scout to the planet they had occupied, there were signs that the Colonials discovered the site but it would appear that the Hybrid departed before they had a chance to investigate it. If the Guardians left a message though it would appear that it was lost before it had a chance to find us, I'm sure they will contact us when they get situated at their new location."

Not really happy with the answer Purevenom continued on. The Hybrid that was aboard that ship was unique the first of their kind and the only one that was male. Plus it was the only one that was not tampered with when Ellen and her crew came upon them, he had hoped that he would be able to use it as a secret weapon against the Human Colonies but now he would have to find something else that he could use since it would appear that the ship was lost.

As they came to the dining room Spectre turned again "This is where I will say my farewell. I need to return to the Command Center to finish my duties."

"Of course my old friend, do not hesitate to contact me if you are having any problems." The Il-series does his short bow and glides across the floor heading back the way they just came. Purevenom remembered when John had insisted that they upload his Il-series into a modified centurion unit but worried that they might not be able to handle the load of memory each one contained Purevenom refused the idea. Entering the room he was greeted by a variety of human models all excited that he had graced their presence. Not really enjoying these ceremonies he hoped that they would be better when he didn't have to wear the armor anymore grimacing under his helmet he proceeded in.