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Chapter 8:

Four Months after the Cylons invaded and we are still in the same helpless position. We cannot do anything successful without the two Battlestars since they left us all those months ago. But what Colonel Tigh said was true. The old man did send out a raptor in orbit around the planet just incase we were able to reach them. For a while the Cylons jammed every single frequency. Somehow, we had a man on the inside and he gave us the frequencies the least checked by the Cylons and we were able to get messages to the raptor. We are still trying to get a rescue plan worked out but they left orbit but they will be coming back in twelve hours. So we have that amount of time to work a plan out. The leaders of the Insurgency asked me to lead a coup as soon as we are free from Cylon captivity. A coup that will put me back to my position as President of the Colonies. Of course I said yes. I would love nothing more than to be back. Gods, the day I return to the Presidency will be the best day of my life.

After I left the special room of the Insurgency, I returned to the schoolhouse. Maya had left with Hera and so I began planning out my lessons for the next week. Maybe even week and a half. I saw in the corner of my eye that the sun was setting where the tarps that made the tent met. I could help myself but walk out of the tent and watch the sun fall below the horizon of New Caprica City. When it was dusk and one could only see by the light of the moon I walked back into the tent. No less than 20 minutes after it was completely dark and I had fallen asleep writing, the New Caprica City Police entered to tent and arrested me. My biggest fear has just been realized…

I woke up without my glasses in what looked like a concrete box wearing highly uncomfortable clothes. It looked like a one-piece suit made of burlap sacks. Ugh, it was soooo itchy.

Baltar just came into the room carrying a chair, and a nice one at that. He set it down near the door then walked over to me. He offered me my glasses and called the guard to tell him to bring in another chair. When he did, Baltar set it down next to me as I put on my glasses I sat down on the chair and he sat on the other. He tried to talk to me in ways that would some how, in his mind, make everything ok again between our relationship as politicians, believers, and citizens of the 12 Colonies. I couldn't believe a word I heard. For all I knew he was going to use anything and everything against me to bring down support for everything I had worked for in the year I spent recreating a life I never had because of who I was. I was colder than cold toward him, just like I had since he declared he was running against me in the election campaign. But he let me go. I guess he had the power to do so since he was in cahoots with the enemy. I was once again free. I went back to my school and began anew.

No less than two frakking days after I was set free from incarceration was I once again rounded up with a bunch of other people and thrown into the back of a truck. Fortunately for me I wasn't alone. Zarrick was there in the same truck with me. We talked a little of what had happened in the past few months that the cylons were in power of New Caprica. I couldn't tell where we were going except for we were going way out of the city into some remote area that know one knew of. I asked almost everyone on that truck if they knew where we were going but know did. We all knew practically nothing of what was going on. We stopped by what looked like an abandoned quarry. The sky was cloudy that day. I wish the sun had come out, but the weather here is so unpredictable. We all were pulled out of the trucks and were given what we thought was a break. I don't see why they would have thought we needed a break. Maybe a break from being so cramped but really the close quarters kept us warm out in the cold. But when we stopped and were all taken out of the trucks, four or five Centurions marched out from the quarry and changed their arms and hands to guns and it looked like they were going to execute us. I was closer to the front but Zarrick pulled me back. Slowly we made our way further out to the back of the pack. Just about then, shots were fired but I couldn't tell from where though. Zarrick and I jumped into a ditch right behind us so we could miss the bullets.

Turns out the insurgency saved us once again and pulled us out in the nick of time too. Zarrick tried flirting with me in the ditch and well that wasn't pretty. Chief pulled both of us out from the ditch. The centurions were shot in the quarry, Cavil was lying on the floor and Ceelix was taking care of him. It was nice to see Chief again in this time of need. Always a good thing when you see friendly faces.

When we got back to the city, Chief immediately went to the hideout and dragged me along with him. Everyone was there, including the other Sharron that infiltrated military security by pretending to be human. She was to be our way into the prison to get everyone out as well as a distraction for the bigger plan of getting off this gods forsaken planet. I don't know how to feel about this but sometimes you have to make sacrifices to get what you want. Something I learned as president of the Colonies. The plan was to be carried out tomorrow. Tory was going to take care of the child Hera and her mother. Still, Sharron would never know of this. It was for this reason that I was scared of having Sharron as part of the mission. The moving of Hera was going to be my little secret though.

After a long hard battle against the Cylons, Gaius Baltar was "captured" and most of us were safely aboard Galactica.

When I first arrived on Galactica Admiral Adama warmly greeted me. It was good to see him again after all this time. We exchanged a few words for I was just about to head over to Colonial One after checking in with all of the people in my coup for power. As soon I arrived on Colonial One, I offered the Vice Presidency to Zarrick for two reasons. First was so that he would not feel out of place and also vulnerable in this recovery time. Second, having him as my Vice President meant that I could keep an eye on him and make sure he wasn't planning some major rise to power that would somehow destroy the entire fleet.

I found out from Tori Hera and Maya were lost in the blood bath. Both of us were close to tears when we were alone aboard Colonial One. We left thousands of people on New Caprica, including those two and Helen and… I just can't believe it. I'm so happy that we are safe once more but it hurts to know that so many were left behind. Especially Hera. What if she actually lived and was found by the Cylons? Oh Gods…

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