Okay guys, here is where BIG Z1776 original and my rewrite diverge completely in terms of saying "Yeah this is just edited and updated with a few new bits", the rest of the story will be totally original. He actually recommended that I do this when we were brainstorming and I think it's a good idea too. There's potential in exploring this arc of Earth's adventures during the cultural exhibition bits while stuff begins developing elsewhere in the galaxy.

Also a quick note, I've sorta been envisioning Kelsey Adama by sorta mentally casting her with Anna Kendrick.

Chapter 13

Location: Caprica, Caprica City

Date: February 21, 2022

Time: 0645

Kelsey Adama woke up with a serious headache, and she knew why, ambrosia, lots of it. It also explained why she didn't remember anything from when she and Starbuck and Lee had left together and then gone home, changed, and stopped at a club for an afterparty to celebrate the start of liberty and their promotion. One thing had led to another and then her mind went blank. Now, she was staring up a strange ceiling, lying in a strange, bed, and looking around at a strange bedroom. Although to be fair everything here looked far nicer than anything she was able to afford.

"Oh Lords…" Kelsey mumbled to herself, and looked down to confirm what her own sense of feel was telling her, sure enough, she wasn't wearing a single thing except the sheet which covered her torso and legs, "Oh frak…"

This was not something Kelsey tended to do and it made her mentally kick herself. Getting blackout drunk wasn't unheard-of for her, she didn't tend to hold her liquor. She'd gotten into some trouble in school when she'd gone to a party and then got grounded for a month for coming home drunk and getting caught by her father of all people. But this, waking up naked in some random guy's bed? This was a first for her. So, she sat up, holding the sheets to her bare chest began looking for the dress she'd been wearing last night, as well as her purse. However Kelsey only got sight of her heels before to her right the bathroom door opened and in walked someone familiar.

It took her a second to put a name to the face, but then it flooded back to her all at once. It was Samuel Anders, a star player for the Caprica Buccaneers. And she'd just slept with him. The gut-punch of that was something else entirely, she wasn't entirely enamored with Pyramid, but she could recognize a name considering how much Pyramid was discussed by some of her squadron-mates.

"Good morning sleepy head," Sam greeted her, rubbing a towel through his hair.

"Wha-what happened last night?" Kelsey asked, feeling her throat as a little scratchy, "Where are my clothes?"

"Oh here," Sam said, looking down and pulling her black lacy bra and panties off of a bench at the foot of the bed along with her dress.

"Thanks," Kelsey said, holding the loose sheets to her as she got up and used the sheets as a modesty cover and took her clothes, and then looked to the rather nice bathroom, "Mind if I…"

"Go ahead," Anders nodded, letting Kelsey take her clothes back.

Kelsey gratefully scurried into the bathroom and closed the door and quickly began getting dressed. But her question hadn't been answered yet.

"You going to tell me how I ended up in your bed? Sam Anders?"

"Well," Sam came over and sat on the bed facing the bathroom, "We actually met at the reception at Earth. My coach managed to get the team an invite because a buddy of his is on the President's staff."

"Uh huh…" Kelsey grumbled, internally grimacing and hoping that she didn't do something stupid at the Presidential Residence, while in uniform.

"I invited you out to go to the club me the team were going to visit, and sure enough, you showed up. By the way you clean up pretty nice when you're not in uniform," he tried to give her a compliment.

"Thanks," Kelsey sighed, rolling her eyes a little.

"We hung out, had a few drinks, and I invited you back to my place and well, we had a good time," Sam chuckled.

"Please tell me you had protection," Kelsey said as she clipped her bra on.

"Oh, uh…" Anders stammered, and Kelsey's eyes went wide and her stomach dropped.

"What?!" she ripped the door open, eyes wide, not even bothering to put the dress back on. This sight was certainly something Sam Anders appreciated, even if she still bore a slight scar on her right hip, left shoulder, and right thigh from the wounds incurred during her crash three months ago near the band of her panties.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" Sam held his hands up defensively, "I wasn't that drunk."

"Not funny! I am scheduled for deployment with my squadron in a couple weeks, I cannot get pregnant!" Kelsey stood over him, hands on her bare hips.

"I used a condom, we're fine," Sam held a hand out and took her hand in his, smiling with his best rogue-looking smirk, "If you want I can prove it by showing you what we did last night."

"I have to get home," Kelsey rolled her eyes, not in the mood after that particular quip, she wasn't proud of going out and just willy-nilly hooking up.

"You told me last night you have a whole week of leave left. What's the rush? After all, it certainly can't be easy to find a good time aboard a Battlestar," Sam coaxed her a bit more.

"Oh, and you think you're a good time," Kelsey couldn't help but giggle at his attempts at being smooth with her, she did admit it was nice to be pursued by a handsome sports star.

"Well, I can let you be the judge of that," he said, pulling her down to the bed, sensing an opening and when Kelsey allowed him to make his move he leaned down and gently laid a kiss against her lips and his fingertips lightly glided up her smooth skin along her side, leaving warm goosebumps as he did so.

"Uh huh…" Kelsey rolled her eyes in an animated fashion, but was definitely feeling more up to another round, especially if something more than a simple hook-up could come from this.

"So…" Sam kissed her again, this time, getting a receptive kiss in return, "You sure you need to get going?"

"Oh what the frak?" Kelsey pulled Anders down into her and kissed him back.

"I'll take that as a yes," Anders said between kisses.

- 20 Hours Later -

"That went much better than I thought it would," Daniel said as he tried to surmise the flow of the second night.

"Well we're still not getting overwhelmed by religious nutjobs, so it seems like they're handling it better than feared," Cam noted, not very happy with Daniel's and the IOA's emphasis on getting the metaphorical bandaid ripped off early in regards to how Earth didn't subscribe to the belief system of the Colonies.

In a nutshell, the Colonial government hadn't reacted in an official capacity towards the hint that Daniel and many other IOA officials had dropped towards some of the intentions of Earth's delegation. There had been an incident with a small group of about a hundred local protesters kept at arm's length by the always-present Colonial police presence who'd been outraged by the revelation Earth was intending on spitting in the face of their faith. According to a request for information by Senator Jackson the Colonials had just told them that they were part of a frequently-annoying fundamental religious group which was essentially harmless and that they'd take care of them. But the group had remained present, waving their signs and yelling and chanting, proving to be a nearly-professional batch of protestors by the way they had printed signs and bullhorns yelling obscenities and religious rhetoric at the Earth convoy as they had passed, probably ringing the ears of the Colonial riot cops keeping them at well away but seemingly respecting the group's right to free speech.

However, as planned, Earth had begun to reconnoiter the area with cloaked U-306's, such as the one that had followed D'Anna to her home news building in downtown Caprica City, and then had loitered, with Daniel Jackson and Colonel Mitchell beaming aboard to follow the woman once she left the building to go home. The two were wanting to get eyes on the local area before being beamed down by the cloaked Odyssey which was in orbit with her own U-306's scouting out the other planets and getting detailed topographical maps of each as well as locating government hubs, fleet deployments, military bases, population concentrations, and industrial centers to help form a comprehensive threat assessment and diplomatic dossier.

What they were finding was that the average state of the most developed urban centers of the colonies was that they were about five to ten years ahead of Earth's average state according to their cursory scans. A few of their diplomatic staff who'd been watching some of the Colonial television channels had likewise found that certain technologies and techniques that were only just being used back on Earth were the normal technologies and techniques for the Colonial entertainment sector while their vehicles were actually very comparable in all regards to the Colonials' automotive industry. However, the extent of space travel being normal to the Colonials was incredible, but it was something that the Earth delegation knew to be a product of the proximity of twelve inhabited worlds driving this innovation far beyond the state it was for Earth. However, it was known that such a gap could be closed if the Earth public were given access and economic incentive to develop this on their own. But all of this was also coming with quite a lot of information that Daniel Jackson was absorbing like a sponge.

"So answer me this, how do these folks speak the Queen's English?" the young British lieutenant in the front seat of the U-306 Scout Ship Daniel and Mitchell were in asked as they hovered at mid-altitude, cloaked and monitoring the path of the car D'Anna Biers was taking back to her house in the Caprica City suburbs.

"Well," Daniel leaned forward against the chair, "I can really only theorize from what the Colonials have been telling me… But I think it's case where Caprican, they call the English language Caprican by the way, had the same root dialect that our English does, which is a mix of Romano-British and some North Germanic words and then some form of Nordic influence. I've actually noted the presence of both, with the Norse theology being known about as well as the Greco-Roman. According to them though their version of English went through only one major shakeup whereas ours went through several. Like with some of the alternate names of some of the Lords of Kobol and some of their own highly-divergent myths and legends using some of the same themes and characters. I think that the English language itself in its Old English form is probably geared to be able to conform and adjust over time until it reaches a point where it's at its current state, even being able to develop in parallel and be perfectly compatible."

"So why is it so widely spoken if it's just Caprican to them?" Mitchell asked.

"Yeah, that's my next question too doctor," the pilot asked, keeping tabs on the red taillights of D'Anna's sedan.

"Now that one is pretty easy, Caprica's the richest and most influential of the twelve worlds. By value of that constant cultural and language exposure and in some cases outright conquest and subjugation prior to their unification the language had already become their universal language of diplomacy and business, and the language then perforated through to the general population to such an extent that it's their official state language."

"So…Caprica's like the UK of the Twelve Colonies?" the copilot asked.

"Uh…sorta, if you look at the Victorian Era I can see that, but it's more analogous to the US in the twentieth century," Daniel answered, "But it's not to say there aren't other languages being spoken by the other worlds, I've heard a form of medieval Greek, Renaissance Italian, and the Colonials tell me there's a dozen other variations of these languages, including a version of Egyptian which when I heard it spoken sounded like a hybridized version of Gou'ald. Basically, there's cultures and languages represented from across Earth, which I think is evidence that their Kobolian ancestors were not very far removed from Earth itself when they departed that planet."

"Gonna have to save the anthropological discussion for later gentlemen," the pilot said quickly as she saw the car pull into a rather expensive-looking neighborhood, "We're nearly there. Target vehicle just pulled off into a neighborhood."

"Expensive-looking too," Mitchell looked at the FLIR camera locked onto the profile of said vehicle.

"Okay here we go," Daniel said as he watched the screen next to Mitchell.

The car pulled into a circle driveway, and then under an arch of her house and into a garage. The backyard was quite large, with a big pool and a spa with an even bigger yard bordered by tall trees overhanging the probably-lush green grass and there was a small gazebo out under the trees with a gravel firepit nearby. All-in-all it was a nice place, and very expensive-looking.

"That's her house alright," Daniel said and pulled a comms device to his ear, "Home Base this is Scout Zero-Five, we have confirmation of the target location. Request permission to conduct contact."

It took a second, but the encrypted call came back within a few moments.

"Zero-Five, Home Base, you are clear to commence contact," the voice of the radio operator back at the makeshift command center replied, knowing that Senator Jackson was nearby, probably watching their lapel cameras on the two men's leather jackets and listening on the wire the two were each wearing.

"Alright, let's do it," Mitchell said, checking his chest holster for his zat, pulled it out, and then checked to be sure he had his beacon sewn into his pocket active and ready.

"Ready," Daniel nodded after checking his zat gun was functioning right.

"Odyssey, this is Mitchell, beam us into a separate room from the target," Mitchell commed over to their orbiting ship.

"Roger that Colonel, stand by…"

"Think this'll go alright?" Mitchell asked as he and Daniel stood back-to-back and readied their weapons.

Daniel lifted a hand and waved it a little, indicating he had a fifty-fifty belief in how these talks would go.

The two were soon beamed from the U-306 and down into what looked like a fairly-large closet, the master bedroom's closet if they were judging the amount of woman's clothes and size of the location. The carpet beneath their boots was soft and luscious, and the clothes were thickly-crammed in and there were dozens of pairs of shoes, sandals, high heels, and boots in the cubby by the door.

"Huh…" Mitchell looked around, shining a flashlight about, "It seems women are the same everywhere in the galaxy, too many clothes and shoes, not enough closet."

"Clearly you haven't seen Vala's closet," Daniel looked around as well, mostly in agreement, but the comment ended up getting a 'say what' look from Mitchell, who shined the flashlight back at Jackson.

Before either could say anything more the two heard a door open and the sounds of feminine boot heels dropping onto the tile of the bathroom beyond the door clicking their way towards them caught their attention. They saw the warm light of the bathroom lights turn on and then saw the shadow of a person walking past the door. This stopped as they heard the footwear being removed and then dropped next to the door and they saw the lights flick on in the closet and the two men aimed their zats at the door. The door handle into the closet turned and then opened, and D'Anna came walking in nonchalantly, already unzipping the side of her dress. This unintentionally provided the two men quite a view of the frankly beautiful woman who almost had it removed by the time she noticed that there were men in her closet and she gasped and took an instinctive step back.

"Don't scream please, way too cliché," Mitchell told her nonchalantly.

"Usually that's what a girl does when strange men show up out of nowhere," D'Anna said as she zipped her dress back up and the two men walked out into the bathroom to make sure she wasn't going to reach for anything like a phone or a gun.

"Yeah, well you aren't a normal girl though, are you?" Mitchell replied, "Or, so I've been told."

"Hmph, so it would seem," D'Anna smirked and nodded and then crossed her arms as the two circled in and she leaned against her counter by her sink, "So what now?"

"How about we start by asking if you have any weapons or communications devices, and if you're expecting anybody?" Daniel asked first.

"Weapons, yeah, I've got a few guns in the house, one in my nightstand drawer, one under my office desk, and another in a holster under my couch cushion in the living room. As for phones, mine's charging on my nightstand, and my landlines' are all over the house."

"Well let's not go anywhere near the guns then, how about company?"

"I seem to suffer from a case of the mortally-single," D'Anna quipped and eyed up Mitchell, "Which seems to be an affliction you and I might share if I were to guess."

This made Daniel and Cam glance at one another, somewhat taken back by that comment and how casual D'Anna was being. And there was also a shrug from Daniel at Mitchell, sort of agreeing with her quip about him, which made Mitchell do a quick wordless double-take at his friend.

"So…are we going to have the first official diplomatic contact between the Cylons and Earth take place in my bathroom or can we go somewhere we can at least sit?"

"Got anywhere with no windows?" Daniel asked.

"The den in the basement's probably the best bet," D'Anna shrugged, "It's only got one window that's opaque and faces my fence. No one'll be snooping on us there I assure you. Plus I've got a bar if we want to toast to anything."

"Let's see how things go before we start popping the champagne," Daniel advised.

"Champagne?" D'Anna cocked her head, unfamiliar with that word. French as a language hadn't developed a parallel in the Colonies the way English, Egyptian, Latin, a form of Norse, and Greek had.

"Oh…a sparkling wine, real fizzy, used to commemorate special occasions, named for the Champagne region of France back on Earth," Daniel fell back into his archaeological side.

"Daniel…" Mitchell deadpanned at the man.

"Sorry. So, the den, sounds good," Daniel held a hand out for D'Anna to lead the way, which she did, walking on in her dark stockings and her dress.

D'Anna led them down, contemplating in her mind whether or not she should make a point of being particularly-seductive, but as she envisioned herself trying she decided not to. If she had the figure of a Six then she would've, those girls could seduce a monk if they so wanted. But she and her Number Three sisters weren't so gifted, nor so inclined. If there were any Cylon model that had the mental acumen for this set of negotiations it would be her. Much depended on this night going well, and D'Anna was not going to fail her fellow Cylons.

Walking down the circular flight of stairs into the surprisingly-deep and open room where D'Anna had a large TV, a glass coffee table and end tables with very modern and stylish lamps with a bar of a polished black marble to the left as they walked down with a slowly color-fading backdrop for the variety of booze bottles on the shelves and six taps for beer and a stack of fine champagne flutes and glasses and a fridge and ice machine underneath, plus a sink next to the bar. The couches were also of a nice plushy black leather, matching the gray speckled carpet quite well with many abstract paintings on the walls.

"Nice place," Mitchell commented.

"Came pre-furnished," D'Anna commented as she went to the bar but was stopped as Daniel went first, and checked for hidden weapons, making D'Anna place her hands on her hips in annoyance, "Unless you are threatened by toothpicks and a bottle opener I'd like to get a drink?"

"Hold on," Cam then saw a phone on the wall by the bar and yanked the wire out of the insert by the wall, disconnecting it, "In case you get any ideas."

"Like I said, I only have one idea at the moment," D'Anna said as she pulled a shallow glass off the shelf and then dropped a large spherical ball of ice into it and then poured a shot of a dark mahogany-colored drink whose smell reminded him of Tennessee whiskey, "You can put your weapons away boys I'm not interested in fighting, that option was removed months ago when your fleet destroyed Cavil's four baseships."

"Baseships?" Mitchell asked, lowering his weapon to his hip but keeping it on D'Anna as she sat down across from him on an armchair.

"Basestars, we use the name interchangeably," D'Anna elaborated as she stirred her large ice cube with her finger.

"Ah," Daniel sat down, holstering his zat, whose deactivation mesmerized her a bit as he did so and he sat down on the couch to her right, the ninety degree turn at the end table separating them.

"So, you got us here. Let's hear it," Mitchell advised her as he likewise sat in a chair, this time directly facing D'Anna.

"You don't have any questions? Like where are my wires and switches? How am I human yet claiming to be a Cylon?" D'Anna asked, testing the waters to see if they knew of the Final Five and the Earth of the 13th Colony, which she was suspecting was a different Earth.

"Well the Cylons are far from the first artificial intelligence to take some form of Human form. Although you can certainly fool our life signs detectors," Daniel told her.

"Other artificial intelligence?"

"Bullet points: Lots of robo-bugs, lots of shooting, lots of heroics, end of story, move on?" Mitchell deadpanned at her.

"You were only around for one Replicator fight," Daniel mentioned to him.

"I fought mine with my fists…you got to use guns," Mitchell grumbled, "Now can we stay on topic?"

"Point," Daniel nodded.

"So, you said you detected my lifesign?" D'Anna asked again.

"Why did you think we knew when you were alone?" Mitchell asked her.

"I noticed you didn't ask if I was alone…" D'Anna leaned back, remembering that detail now that she thought of it, these Earthers were certainly intriguing already.

"It's how I know you're not just artificial intelligence. You're alive, the source of your life is still a mystery however," Daniel replied.

"It's a long story," D'Anna sighed as she took a sip of her drink, "One which has much to do with the Thirteenth Colony."

"Earth? Us?" Daniel's eyebrows shot up, looking over at Mitchell who just kept his gaze even and zat pointed.

"Yes and no…" she said, leaning forward to speak frankly, "The Cylons the Colonials know achieved their sentience more than fifty years ago. When they found out they tried to destroy them, they raided the factories building the Cylons, they turned off the servers that they thought the consciousness of the Cylons inhabited, and they then began seizing, deactivating, and scrapping the Cylons. But the Centurions fought back. They'd achieved the final measure of sentience, they feared death, and were angry at the Colonials' attempt at genocide after all they'd done for them."

"That's…not the story we've heard," Daniel replied.

"There are always two sides to a coin Dr. Jackson, our side may surprise you."

"And what might the surprise be?" Mitchell inquired.

"That the current human-form Cylons were created by the Thirteenth Tribe," D'Anna said, looking at Mitchell.

"By…Earth?"

"Not your Earth at least," she said, and picked her glass up, "You're obviously familiar with what the Sacred Scrolls say about the Thirteenth Tribe leaving Kobol and settling on a planet called Earth."

"Yes, that's the gist of it…" Daniel nodded.

"But according to you that's categorically incorrect," D'Anna replied.

"Well I didn't say that exactly," Daniel shrugged.

"What if I told you that both sides are right, at least mostly right? What I told you that the Thirteenth Tribe existed, left Kobol, and then settled on life-sustaining planet that they named Earth? And that after centuries of development they developed into my current form, humanoid Cylons, but they suffered from their own great calamity that wiped out all life save for a few, the Five as we call them, left their world in search of the Twelve, and found us? And in exchange for helping the Cylons of the Colonies evolve the Cylons and the Colonies had to cease hostilities and sign an armistice. And so they did, the conflict ended, the Five held to their end of the bargain, and…here I am."

"Not the most unbelievable tale," Daniel and Mitchell shrugged.

"So you believe me?" D'Anna deadpanned, not sure what to make of these two.

"With all we've seen yours is pretty par for the course as far as origin stories. And…I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, so far," Daniel told her carefully.

"But you're technically still at war with the Colonials are you not?" Mitchell pressed, knowing that formed an issue that could still use clearing up.

"Technically…yes. The Centurions saw no point in continuing to talk to the Colonials once the Armistice was signed so long as they held up their end of the deal. Back then the Cylons…we…didn't deal with grey areas very well. We dealt in absolutes before we evolved to my current form."

"Your current form, these Thirteenth Tribe survivors taught you how to do that?"

"Yes, they were pretty much the same as us in terms of construction, but we have a few unique features, like a mental connection to those of our model lines across space," she replied, "And that there are a great many more of us. The Final Five, as we call them, were unique, there's only one of each of them, if they're still alive. But us, the eight models, there's several hundred of each of us."

"Which…model, are you?" Mitchell asked.

"I'm a Number Three, and it's me and my sisters alongside the Eights and the Sixes who have covertly asked for this meeting. Due to my placement as a deep cover operative closest to you and your delegation I was voted to be the one to make contact. It seems I've succeeded."

"As friend of mine would say, indeed," Daniel said, "Well we're here now. What do you want?"

"To show you the Cylons are not as hostile as recent actions have made us out to be."

"How do you intend on proving it?" Cam asked.

"The vote to abduct Lieutenant Adama was close, we the Threes, the Sixes, and the Eights voted against the motion tabled by the Ones, but with the Twos, the Fours, and the Fives they outvoted us. But…the order to fire on your ships was not even voted on, and this has been a subject of much debate and discord."

"So you're contacting us without a vote from the rest?" Daniel replied.

"I'm risking being boxed, to have my consciousness downloaded and restricted into a secure computer, along with my entire line. The fact is the Ones the Fours and the Fives hold control over three-quarters of the Cylon Fleet, and all of the Resurrection Ships and the Resurrection Hub. And with that power the Ones in particular have been rather…despotic."

"I sense I'm about to hear why I haven't heard why there hasn't been a word about the Sevens in this conversation," Mitchell informed her.

"I wasn't too subtle about that was I?" D'Anna gave a sideways grin, "It is an unspoken rule to not talk about the Sevens, but it's obvious-enough the Ones were responsible for ending their line, and the Ones are the reason the Final Five are now a mystery, because they wiped their memories and banished them. But for some reason, I think just in case we needed their knowledge, he sent them to the Colonies, although it is possible he was being a petty fracking prick and wanted to kill them alongside the Colonials that they say the Five wanted to save when the time came."

"So you…the Cylons, did intend to attack?"

"Out of self-preservation," D'Anna replied immediately, "The Colonials have been building up to launch an offensive, their fleet is superior to ours in a straight-up fight, and it's only a matter of time before they figured it out and attacked us. Although now, your appearance has changed everything, it's got us asking the tough questions. And among those questions is why we have to hate the humans, and lately, it has us questioning the Ones and their intentions in particular."

"Okay…so the question remains, we're here now, what do you want?"

"Help us negotiate a formal peace treaty with the Colonials. It's been decided by my sisters and I, alongside the Sixes and the Eights, that it's time to bury the hatchet. Our future doesn't lie in continuing this conflict, it's time to break the cycle."

"That all sounds nice, but how do we know that any of this is true?" Mitchell asked.

"Because I'm willing to offer something to you as a show of good faith," D'Anna replied, making the two men look at each other, "The location of the Great Galleon of Kobol, the vessel which brought the Colonials to their present homeworlds. We've tried studying it however we have only gotten visual inspections, and that's how we found out what it was judging by close-up scans of the hull. But there appears to be some form of internal automated defense system, it doesn't let us even get very far no matter what we do, any attempts to take it apart have been complete failures."

"Defense system?"

"Electronic interference, it…" D'Anna closed her eyes, trying to find a way to describe it, "It's hard to describe. Imagine a migraine, the worst migraine you've ever had, then magnify it by several orders of magnitude and throw in the worst feeling of seasickness you can imagine, and that gives you an idea of why we haven't even gotten on board, and stopped trying a year ago, a mere month after finding it."

"So, there's a big ole ship out there, that's nice and all, but what value is that to us?" Cam asked her.

"We want you to give the Colonials this information. It is their heritage after all."

"Or it's their doom you're sending them to," Daniel surmised.

"Check it for yourself, and if you can, take that system offline," she replied, "I've warned you about it, I told you about it. All I can hope for now is for you to make an introduction and we can finally end the war."

Cam and Mitchell were forced to look at one another, scowling in thought at that possibility.

"Give us a second," Daniel held a hand up and nodded over to the side, knowing that this was something that Senator Jackson and the IOA would want to discuss.

Mitchell walked over, facing towards D'Anna while Daniel had her in his peripheral vision.

"Senator, you been listening?" Daniel tapped the comms device in his ear.

"Sure have, give us a second, me and staff are talking it over," the Senator said, giving vilification to what the two were thinking.

"Roger that," Daniel replied.

"So, we believing anything she's saying?" Mitchell whispered.

"Well it's certainly is worth exploring, peace between two nuclear-armed powers can only be a good thing," Daniel shrugged.

"I'm talking about the whole Thirteenth Tribe thing?" Mitchell responded, "But yeah, peace good, war bad, no arguments here."

"Oh yeah that, uh…it's certainly not the most impossible tale we've heard," Daniel reminded him, "I mean it would make sense, them having access to at least some form of subspace communications indicates at least some form of outside technology infusion."

"If there's a subspace communications capability at play here then Odyssey ought to be able to listen for it," Mitchell whispered even more carefully, "That way we can maybe figure out who else might be a Cylon."

"Okay, Dr. Jackson, Colonel Mitchell," their radios called up, "Go ahead and close up negotiations, we'll be making contact with this Cylon at a later date. The IOA will need to be brought out up to speed and advise us on how to proceed."

"Might I remind you this whole thing is time sensitive?" Mitchell reminded the man, "Both for her and for us?"

"That is if she is telling the truth."

"If she is then a golden opportunity's dropped into our laps, don't waste it," Daniel told him quickly.

"I know Doctor, now wrap this up and get out," the Senator said point-blank.

"Fine," Daniel snapped back and turned back, "We'll get back to you, for now, we can trust that this meeting will stay between us?"

"Of course, no sense in spoiling an already-tenuous relationship," D'Anna agreed from her seat.

"Alright, because you know if you claim we're talking to the Cylons you know we can always say no and make a he-said-she-said thing right?" Mitchell told her.

"Not mention get myself killed? I don't exactly fancy that outcome," D'Anna rolled her eyes.

"Okay then, Odyssey, we're ready," Daniel commed up to their orbiting cloaked ship, and in a moment the two were enveloped in a flash of light and vanished upwards, and the two vanished from D'Anna's sight.

"Okay…" D'Anna said, looking at her glass of booze sarcastically as the mental connection with her sisters was going nuts at such a sight as the one she'd witnessed, "No more drinking this tonight…"

Jaffa High Council Chamber, Dakara

Teal'c was looking out of the window of the office he inhabited as befitted his office when he saw the Stargate activate in the center of the courtyard. As he stood, he saw a pair of young warriors came barreling through at full sprints in full armor carrying their staff weapons. Both of them came immediately for the High Council Chambers, and Teal'c recognized one of them as they got closer, it was his second and youngest grandson, O'rek, named for his maternal grandfather, a charismatic warrior who'd led Free Jaffa against those loyal to Moloc and fell in battle, being among the many fathers who'd had enough of sacrificing their daughters to a false god. Although he never got to meet his own daughter, being among those who'd fallen at the ambush Teal'c had survived alongside Ishta and Aron.

The young man was a lot like his older brother, despite being a year and a half younger. But he inherited his overall build from his mother's side, but retained the bearing of his father and both grandfathers, while Ronac had inherited the fiery temper of his mother and the strength and build of Teal'c. But Teal'c had known this, he'd heard O'rek orate once before debating a classmate at the new university on Chulak. O'rek was a born leader, smart, collected, and stoic, but he looked anything but those as he ran up the stairs, and Teal'c saw this and as did his brother who was already there to meet him as Teal'c came into the large entry to the building alongside a whole crowd of Ronac's fellow Chulak warriors, whose young fiery dispositions was already showing through, a sign of what was being discussed.

"Move aside!" Bra'tac said quickly, having heard and joined Teal'c on his way down and the warriors, now numbering as many as thirty young un-marked young men, parted to let their elders through and there was O'rek and his comrade standing there with Ronac looking like the personification of fury itself.

"Grandfather," O'rek clasped a fist to his chest and bowed his head and Teal'c noted his grandson had a handful of scratches on his face.

"O'rek, what troubles you?" Teal'c came over and held his hands behind his back, and awaited the news.

"There has been a bombing on Chulak, the city council chamber was targeted. Many have died, many more are injured, including our father," O'rek said, keeping himself collected as he looked at his brother.

Teal'c's face grew grave, and reared back and sighed through his nose, knowing that the timing was too coincidental to not have something to do with the election. And he let everyone know his feelings on the matter.

"This is no accident," Teal'c growled, "Come," he said to his grandsons.

"Go, I will be present to verify the votes when the last planet arrives," Bra'tac stated, "Go, be with your son. No Jaffa will protest you being absent at such an hour.

Teal'c wordlessly bowed to his old master, and turned to his quarters, and within a mere ten minutes Teal'c of Chulak was emerging wearing the full armor of his people. He was holding a staff weapon in one hand with a black shimmering cloak on his arm as he marched with purpose out into the warm sun where the young warriors Ronac commanded awaited him. The formation of Jaffa warriors fell in at a march behind Teal'c, the thudding of boots sounding out as they passed on their way back home.

The assembled warriors were behind Ronac and O'rek, the whole party heading to the Stargate. The gate was already being activated, word had spread of the attack on Chulak. Their government was already beginning to go into uproar, an attack like this hadn't take place for over a year, but that was a product of extremism on the part of a suicide bomber former Gou'ald priest who wanted to go out in a blaze of religious glory when their symbiote had fully-matured and they found that there were none available for implantation and of course Tretonin wasn't an option due to them still worshipping the false gods.

As Teal'c reached the stairs of the Stargate with his large group of warriors he looked over his shoulders and saw on the steps of the High Council building was Koramon, standing there in his cloaks, and quite possibly smirking at him as he stopped and looked back. But he knew that if Koramon had anything to do with this then the answers were not going to be found here. The answers laid on Chulak, and as did his son.

"Grandfather?" Ronac asked as O'rek glanced over his shoulder, seeing Koramon as several of his lieutenants walked over and whispered in his ear.

"Your father's would-be assassin's master resides here," Teal'c coarsely told the two, "But without proof attempting to seek justice will only serve to have us fall into their hands."

"What is your bidding?" O'rek asked loyally.

"Do as you are commanded, refrain from rash decisions, we will observe all we can and gather every shred of evidence we can," Teal'c told them before turning to the event horizon of the gate, "You will have the opportunity to avenge your father. But to do so we may require assistance from some friends. Until that time comes, trust no one."

For O'rek, I felt it was truly fitting to choose my personal favorite Marvel hero's defining actor, Chadwick Boseman, who truthfully could get cast as a grandson of Teal'c. He has the same sort of regal bearing, and certainly has the right build to be a Jaffa. Plus, he is, like I said, a favorite of mine.