Chapter 11 Warnings
The Cylon known as D'Anna knelt beside the unconscious prisoner and rolled her carefully onto her back. She took a moment to survey the fresh damage done to the human, noting the eye swollen shut, bloody lips and the extensive bruising that covered the woman's torso and face. She grimaced as she rose to confront her sister.
"We want Starbuck alive, and well enough to appear in public. You seem to have forgotten that, Six," D'Anna stated, her voice delivering the statement in silky-smooth tones that did nothing to conceal the reprimand. She observed with satisfaction the way Six's eyes widened in apprehension.
Good, she's not forgotten that I can yank her in a snap from this position and stick her in a less…arduous one.
"You said you want her broken," Six said, her tone nearly a sulk. "That's what I'm doing. It's not my fault she both stubborn and stupid."
"Break her spirit, yes. In fact, I want it crushed. But don't kill, maim or mar her." D'Anna looked again at the woman at her feet. "Captain Thrace is going to be our spokesperson. Once she's suitably agreeable, I'll arrange a little news conference. At which, our good friend Starbuck will denounce the Insurgency and promote peaceful cooperation with the Occupational Government."
As D'Anna slowly walked around her subject, a smirk raised the corners of her mouth as she further explained her plan for the ex-pilot. "Starbuck's reputation with the Colonials will work two-fold for us; we'll use her to convince the sheep to follow her lead, and as for those who know she would never willing speak for us…well, they'll know that we broke her. And that, my sister, will be a mortal blow to this puny Resistance of theirs."
"How am I suppose to do my job if you won't let me properly interrogate her?" complained Six, obviously bitter that D'Anna dared give orders, yet knowing that her older sister had the other models on her side.
"Avoid internal injuries. Don't permanently mar her face. Be inventive," D'Anna said, and then sighed at the perplexed look on the tall blonde's face.
She had been the one to first notice the pleasure this particular Six seemed to get by inflicting pain. It had seemed a perfect fit to put her in charge of prisoner interrogation. Now though, as she studied her sister Cylon, she wondered if Six might be missing a few emotional components…and maybe had several screws loose, too.
"I still don't see what's so special about this human?" Six said, scorn twisting her beauty into an ugly parody as she glared down at her victim. "Surely there are others as suitable?"
"Not like Starbuck. Everyone in their fleet knows of the legendary Starbuck. The best of the best. Besides that, Leoben claims that Kara Thrace has a special destiny, one that she must be encouraged to fulfill, which brings us back to your methods. Ask our dear brother about options to use if you must. He knows her and he's rather…put out with her at the moment since she refused his advances." Then the Three's voice dropped menacingly low as she warned Six again, "Don't go against me on this, sister. If Starbuck is unusable, your future will be as…uncertain."