Ongoing Path – Battlestar Galactica 2003 Universe
By Stargatesg1fan1
Disclaimer: I own nothing of any recognized characters or universes within.
Females bonded to Harry Potter in this universe
Captain Kara 'Starbuck' Thrace is played by Katee Sackhoff
Kendra Shaw is played by Stephanie Jacobsen
Margaret 'Racetrack' Edmonson is played by Leah Cairns
Three A.K.A. D'Anna Biers is played by Lucy Lawless
Six A.K.A. Gina Inviere is played by Tricia Helfer
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Chapter 111
124 Weeks after Joining the Fleet
Harry floated in the space between the ships of the fleet feeling his arcane powers surrounding him, protecting him, and allowing him to breathe. Space flight without a suit was just one of the ways he was testing his growing powers. Ever since come to colonial space and realizing the Hallows were within him somehow he had felt a deeper connection with the arcane. That connection had been growing and with it his personal power. He was contemplating this growing power and other events in the fleet as he followed along behind the raptor piloted by his girlfriend Maggie.
Harry focused on the raptor when he saw one of the thrusters shoot a burst of unnatural flame out and the ship shuddered. Harry tapped into the charm he had monitoring Maggie like all of his girlfriends were monitored for emergencies. The sound of her voice came into focus.
"Flameout. RCS thrusters jammed. Restart…No go," Maggie said over the radio.
"Galactica, Skulls," Skulls, Maggie's copilot, added. "Engine two thrusters stuck in full position. Engine one won't start."
Maggie called back to her copilot, "There is a fire in engine two. It's going to blow. Get your ass up here!"
Harry watched as the raptor began to spin and weave through space. Maggie and Skulls then ejected. The raptor was heading straight for Colonial One. Harry apparated to put himself between Colonial One and the raptor. Harry reached out with his right hand and grasped onto the raptor with his telekinesis. The ship was moving fast and erratically. The raptor was hard to grip but Harry managed to grasp it and draw it slowly to a halt before it reached him. But it was a close thing. Harry floated forward and touched the raptor while focusing on the space just outside of Galactica's primary hangar bay. The ship glowed blue for a moment signaling the portkey effect had worked before it vanished.
Harry flew forward to Maggie and Skulls. He picked up the two raptor pilots and began taking them back towards Galactica.
"Thanks," Maggie thought at her boyfriend. "I didn't relish floating around waiting for a ship to pick us up."
"Always," Harry assured Maggie.
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Harry listened into Roslin's conversation with Bill Adama in the aftermath of the near crash Colonial One had barely avoided.
"Do you have any better idea of what happened to your raptor?" Laura questioned.
"We're still investigating mind you but preliminary analysis suggests the tylium was seriously contaminated. It helps that we have an intact ship. If the raptor had hit it most likely would have exploded," Bill explained. "Most likely we are dealing with a problem in the refining process."
"Ok…I don't understand what is going on there. That ship used to be the most reliable ship in the fleet. Now every day I start my morning with a stack of messages from the captain of the refinery ship Xeno Fenner complaining of living conditions, deliveries, spare parts, and compensation. We're on the run for our lives and the guy wants to talk about overtime bonuses," Laura said.
"Well we've been waiting here two weeks waiting for Fenner to get his act together. I think it's time we had a talk with Mr. Fenner," Bill suggested.
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Galactica
"I've got people working eighteen hour shifts for the past six months," Fenner told Bill and Laura as he stood before them. Two marine guards stood at the entrance to Bill's office behind Fenner. "How long do you think a man can keep that up?"
"If the cylons show up we have enough fuel to jump the entire fleet what…once," Bill replied. "Maybe twice. That's a margin that is much too narrow for me. How about for you and your men? You have a problem, fix it."
"Just get the gas flowing. And then we'll talk. I promise you that," Laura said.
"Then we'll talk. It is always later," Fenner said. "You know…it's funny that when the gas flows my phone calls don't get returned. But the moment there's a glitch in the fuel supply I've got face-time with the president and the admiral. Hmm…maybe we should just start having more glitches."
"That sounds like a threat to me," Laura pointed out. "Guards, arrest him for interrupting vital services and extortion in a time of war. Take him away."
Fenner appeared shocked. Even Bill glanced at Laura with some surprise but didn't voice his surprise. The guards escorted Fenner away.
"I know he was threatening us. But was it necessary to have him arrested?" Bill questioned. "I haven't heard much yet but I've heard mutterings about people being dissatisfied by the lack of position mobility within the fleet. Arresting him is just going to fuel that talk. I'll let you know if I hear more about that. I'll send Chief Tyrol over to deal with the refinery issue."
"That is troubling," Laura said. "I have so much on my plate right now I really can't deal with anything else."
"Well let's wait and see if anything comes of it first," Bill suggested.
The two said their goodbyes and Bill went to go call Tyrol.
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Refinery Ship Daru Mozu
Harry watched invisibly as Galen Tyrol greeted the refinery ship's foreman, a man named Cabott.
"I gotta tell you. A lot of people were relieved when we were told they were sending you," Cabott said as he led the way further into the ship.
"Yeah?" Galen said.
"I told them how the union on New Caprica really stood up for the little guy," Cabott added.
"Yeah, well...," Galen said, not really sure the best way to respond as he inspected a pile of refined tylium in a large warehouse level of the ship.
"You're looking at the fleet's entire supply of tylium," Cabott stated.
"How many jumps you think we got?" Galen questioned.
"We'd be lucky if we get out of the system," Cabott replied.
"Well you'd better give us the quick tour so we can see where we stand," Galen urged.
Cabott nodded and led Galen followed by Seelix towards the refinery floor. The working conditions on the refinery level were terrible. That was easy to see from a first glance as soon as the visitors arrived. There was a feeling of mutual despair shared by all of the workers.
"This is a big operation," Galen told Cabott.
"Yeah. Well you should see this place when it's up and running. It's loud as an A-bomb and about as safe," Cabott explained as they walked along a conveyor belt. "Listen, we really need this down time. I mean look around. The next time some machine fracks up it might not just take out a raptor. This ship really is just a big bomb waiting to go up."
"Yeah look, I understand the risk. But I need to see it working. So pull your guys off and let's fire it up," Galen said.
"It ain't gonna work," Milo, a boy standing nearby, declared.
"You work here?" Galen asked with surprise.
"This is Milo," Cabott introduced. "He's the best grease jockey I got."
"Milo huh. So Milo. Tell me why the machine isn't going to work," Galen prompted. Milo didn't respond. "Is there something you guys aren't telling me?" Still Galen got nothing. "I guess I'm just going to have to look for myself." Galen began walking along the conveyor belt inspecting the operation. "Is this pressure relief?" Galen asked while pointing towards a valve. "The seals are missing."
"They all are," Milo said with a small smirk.
"Without pressure seals the machinery won't run," Galen stated which got an unconcerned shrug out of Milo. "Well where are they?" Galen questioned.
"Guess they got lost huh," Milo stated.
"Guys, you can't be frackin' around with this stuff. The Admiral won't stand for it," Galen warned in a serious tone.
"The Admiral can kiss my ass," Milo rebutted.
"Hey," Cabott said in a rebuking tone towards Milo. Then Cabott turned to Galen and said, "Come on Chief. You know what this is about. I guess when working conditions improve and they let Xeno out of jail we'll be able to find those seals. Until then, it looks like this ship isn't gonna be refining another drop of Tylium and this fleet isn't going anywhere."
Harry observed as Galen searched the ship but found nothing. There was just too much ship to cover.
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Bill Adama's Office on Galactica
"I've executed a search of the ship but the seals have not turned up," Galen explained after having finished delivering the rest of his report.
"You know that this was sabotage," Bill said. "I'm inclined to have them locked up."
"Sir, please. They could have rigged something to have me injured. They could have contaminated the fuel on purpose and left all our ships dead in the air," Galen pointed out.
"Good, gods," Laura said from where she sat at a conference table working on some paperwork.
"All they did do was buy themselves some time," Galen explained. "Do you realize that most of the workers on that ship have not had a day off since the original attack on the Colonies? It's like slave labor."
"It's not slave labor," Bill quickly corrected. "Slave labor would see us whipping them or worse."
"Possibly," Galen conceded. "But the point remains that the men and women onboard that ship are stuck there. They can't transfer. They have no control over their lives."
"We're living onboard ships as refugees," Laura pointed out. "Nobody has any control over their lives…or at least those that do have very little."
"If we at least start talking to them I think the protest will go away and we'll get the seals back," Galen suggested.
"Extortion is not an acceptable method of protest. What are the names of the leaders?" Laura asked.
"Just Cabott," Galen reluctantly answered.
"Then we'll issue a warrant for his arrest," Laura announced.
"Madam President, Admiral…uh uh. We're done," Laura declared resolutely.
Galen left the meeting feeling terrible.
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Xeno later gave up the location of the seals in the bridge when Galen came to check on them. This was because Cabott was experiencing a dangerous mental breakdown due to incarceration. Cabott had been held in cylon detention on New Caprica and came out a different person. The cylons had employed psychological methods with Cabott. Harry would have stopped anything too seriously physical.
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Daru Mozu
"Alright. That's the last seal back in place. Let's fire this back up and get back to work," Galen said as Fenner walked behind him.
"Yes Sir," Fenner replied. "Whatever you say boss," He added in a mocking tone.
Milo came running up then as Galen approached the assembly line's main control station.
"Hey, hey, hey," Milo said insistently. "Can I throw the switch?"
"How old are you?" Galen asked as he stopped at the main control console.
"Twelve, almost," Milo answered. "But I can run every machine we got. The only thing I haven't done is turn the whole thing on."
"It's all yours," Galen said as he stepped aside.
Milo pushed the switches forwards. A ringing bell sounded as the line came back up. Galen looked down at the operation and the people running it. The sight tugged at his heartstrings.
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Colonial One
"There are kids down there Madam President," Galen said.
"There are children on every ship in the fleet," Laura pointed out.
"These children work in the refinery. They are only twelve or fifteen years old," Galen explained.
"There have been families onboard the refinery ever since its beginning," Laura put forth. "Others were picked up after the cylons attacked the colonies. Over the past two years the parents have been teaching the children how to operate the machinery. They have been passing along their skills. It is perfectly normal. It is not ideal I know that. There is nothing ideal about this fleet."
"Don't you see what is happening? Jobs are starting to be inherited Madam President," Galen said. "Are you saying I should train my son to be a deckhand because that is what I am? That's all he can ever be? Is that the future we want?"
"That's a really good point," Laura agreed.
"Tory, I want you to make a list of everyone in the fleet who has a work history appropriate to the refinery. Factory workers, mechanics, and whatever else you think. Give it to the Chief. A public lottery will be held. We will rotate these people through shifts in the refinery," Laura instructed.
Tory nodded her understanding.
"Thank you Madam President," Galen said.
"Thank you," Laura responded.
Galen left.
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Galen returned to the refinery ship after dealing with several tough cases of people not wanting to go work on the refinery. But with so many people in the fleet he had at least been able to tell them that their shifts would be short.
"We've given assignments to all the new workers from the lottery," Fenner said as he walked behind Galen on a catwalk.
"It looks like you put them right to work," Galen noted.
"Yeah, yeah, they're okay. They are a little skittish but they will catch on. Right up here is where we had the problem last time. There is all kinds of gear slippage, temperature variations… We didn't know the dross wasn't getting burned off," Fenner explained as they walked and he pointed.
"That's your bad fuel?" Galen questioned.
"Yeah, it's running now. We've got half a dozen other places on the line that could frak us," Fenner answered just as the belt began to screech and buck.
"What's that?" Galen asked. "Hit the switch to turn it off," Galen called.
"No, no, no," Fenner replied. "Not when it's jammed. The whole system will seize up. We've gotta fix it or the ore in the chambers will superheat and set off a reaction that will blow us all to hell. Hurry! We gotta get this going!"
"Right here…this is it," Galen said as he caught something jamming the belt system. He began to climb under and try to pull it out. "I can't reach."
"Get it out of there," Fenner called.
"I'm too big to fit," Galen called back over the noise.
Just then Danny, a boy who hadn't wanted to work earlier, came up and said, "I can try." Galen slid out and eyed Danny. Danny had only worked on a farm for the summer to save up and go to college for architecture. Then the cylons attacked. That was how Danny wound up qualifying for the refinery ship. "I can probably get it."
"When you clear it the belt is going to jump. So get your hand back quick," Fenner instructed as Danny eyed the underside of the conveyor skittishly before climbing under.
With Galen and Fenner encouraging him Danny cleared the blockage the conveyor line started back up. But when Danny was pulled out his right arm was obviously crushed. There was a lot of blood soaked through the sleeve. Danny started screaming. The other workers all looked on. Galen looked around at them. Harry was there then in his LoK form. Harry gestured at Danny as Fenner held the boy and put Danny to sleep. Harry's hands then glowed as healing energy flowed into the arm. It took a few minutes but Harry fully restored the arm.
Before LoK's arrival Galen had been thinking of striking. Roslin had made things better with the short term rotations true but the working conditions were horrendously unsafe. LoK stood up from tending to Danny helping the boy back to his feet. LoK just started at Galen with those eerie glowing green eyes beneath the hood. Galen felt like his very soul was being examined.
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Colonial One
"Thank you for coming Chief," Laura said. "Please have a seat." Galen sat and waited for Laura to speak further. "Would you like a drink?" She offered.
"No thank you Madam President," Galen answered.
"Down to business then. I called you here because LoK relayed to me the events of that boy Danny's maiming and the subsequent healing. He projected a hologram right into my quarters," Laura explained. "I was already considering extending the rotations to more than just the refinery ship. The events with Danny just drove home how much that is needed."
"That is wonderful Madam President. But if rotations are going to be undertaken there will need to be a formal training program for those who will be rotating in who might not currently have the necessary skill set," Galen pointed out.
"A formal training program can be established in the coming days. But we will have to maintain what we currently have. That is an area where the union will have to give ground," Laura put forth.
"The union?" Galen said with confusion.
"Oh I'm sorry. I thought you were engaged in collective negotiation in behalf of the Colonial Workers Alliance," Laura said.
"Madam President, that union died on New Caprica," Galen replied.
"The workers of this fleet still need someone to represent them. This society is becoming polarized. That can't happen," Laura stated. "We won't do the cylons' work for them. I am willing to fight for our society until my dying breath. Will you fight with me?"
"I will," Galen agreed.
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The social mobility issue was worked on immediately starting with the promotion of deckhand Seelix to ensign so that she could begin pilot training. This showed the people that society was still working onboard the Colonial fleet.
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125 Weeks after Joining the Fleet
Kara found herself in her mother's apartment all over again just like she had done six years ago. Kara's mother Socrata sat at the kitchen table reading a letter from the veteran's hospital as a knock came at the door. Kara glanced nervously at the door.
"It's open," Socrata called.
A Kara Thrace six years younger entered the apartment dressed as an officer.
"Hello Mama," Younger-Kara said.
Just then Harry appeared beside Kara. She wasn't sure if she was imagining him or if it was really her magical boyfriend. Whatever the case Kara hugged herself to his side. This memory/nightmare or whatever it was brought up some bad feelings for Kara.
"So you really did it," Socrata said. "First person in the family to become an officer."
"What is the world coming to," Younger-Kara said while almost but not quite managing a smile.
"Kara, they tell me that you're the best natural pilot they've ever seen," Socrata said.
"The first time I got in that cockpit I just…felt like I belonged," Younger-Kara answered.
"She's so naïve," Older-Kara whispered.
"All that natural ability…and still you only graduated 16th in your class," Socrata said in a disappointed tone.
"16th out of 117 cadets, Momma," Younger-Kara pointed out.
Socrata almost interrupted saying, "Why are you proud of that? You should have been number one. They tell me that you have left a trail of demerits from here to Aerelon. You are undisciplined and have no respect for authority."
"It's none of your business anymore," Younger-Kara said.
"You have a gift, Kara. I've always known that in my gut. I'm not going to let you piss that away. Don't you understand that you're special?" Socrata asked like she was talking to someone stupid.
"No I'm not," Younger-Kara replied. "Would you let go of that stupid dream of yours? Look, I am sorry as hell that you never made officer. And all you have for a life of dedication is this crappy apartment and that frackin' medal on the wall. But I will not make up for it all. I can't."
"Yeah because you're a quitter," Socrata said as she lit another cigarette.
"She's a real winner," Harry said mockingly of Socrata.
"You always have been," Socrata added.
That was when Younger-Kara spotted the letter on the table. She picked it up and asked, "You went to an oncologist?"
"Hey, put that down," Socrata chastised. "Don't touch that."
"What are you going to do about this?" Younger-Kara questioned as she skimmed over the letter.
"Nothing," Socrata answered succinctly. "There is nothing to do. It has metastasized. Game is over," She added before taking another drag of her cigarette.
Younger-Kara looked at her mother sympathetically while putting down the letter, unsure of what to say or do after the disagreement they had just had. So she pulled out a chair and sat down. Younger-Kara tried putting her left hand on top of her mother's left hand.
"I'm sorry Momma," Younger-Kara said.
Socrata jerked her hand back and said, "I don't want your pity."
"You haven't got it," Younger-Kara said.
"You want to feel sorry for someone. Feel sorry for yourself. You'll have to find another way to motivate your ass. I'm not going to be around to do it any longer," Socrata said. "Oh don't tell me you're going to cry about it now."
Younger-Kara looked so shocked her mother was reacting this way to cancer.
"You know what…I don't need this. I'm going to go," Younger-Kara whispered as she stood. "I'm going to walk out that door. And you can look at it every frackin' miserable day you have left and know that I am never going to come back through it again."
"Kara," Socrata called as Kara turned and began walking. "Kara," She said again.
"I kept running for blocks," Older-Kara said. "She died alone. I was afraid I couldn't watch. I was a coward."
"No," Harry chastised as he hugged her to his chest. "You weren't a coward. That was a hard situation."
Harry could sense his lover's pain and feel how hard this was for her still to this day. His power reacted. Harry felt a somewhat familiar surge of pain and weakness. Suddenly they were in another time and place. Socrata lay in a bed nearby. Just like when Harry took Kendra and Lee back to the time Gianne died on Caprica, Socrata could not sense the new arrivals.
"Harry…are we…did we just travel back in time?" Kara asked.
Harry didn't feel quite as weak as the last time he had traveled back in time. That notion was strange to him. He had traveled much further back in time than when retrieving Gianne.
"I do believe so, yes," Harry answered.
Kara looked at her mother and whispered, "She's alive." Then after several moments of staring intently at her mother she turned to her boyfriend and asked, "Can you save her?"
Harry forced himself to think despite the tiredness and residual pain. He stretched out his right hand towards Socrata and sent out a medical diagnostic spell. The cancer was far along but he believed he could heal her.
"I think so. But I should probably try before I make her aware of us," Harry suggested.
Kara helped Harry move closer and watched as he sent out a white healing magic into her mother's form. Socrata gradually began to look visibly healthier and seemed to breathe easier as the minutes passed. After what Kara guessed to be five minutes Harry let the magic dissipate. He leaned tiredly against Kara.
"You did it," Kara said with a grin.
"Yeah," Harry said tiredly. "I'm going to rest here for a bit. I'll make you visible to your mother. You can catch up. After I have a bit of a rest I'll take us back to our time with her."
"Won't that screw up time or something? I mean you took Gianne right before she was going to be vaporized by a nuclear blast," Kara pointed out.
Harry looked around and saw a calendar on the wall. Kara followed his gaze.
"How long from now did she die?" Harry questioned.
"Tomorrow," Kara whispered in reply.
Harry nodded like he was pleased by that answer.
"I can make a convincing enough golem that can fake life until tomorrow and then appear to be a corpse. I'll layer it with charms to convince anyone that comes near the golem that it is a real corpse. These charms will be so convincing that I can use a potato and they'd still believe it was your mother," Harry explained.
Kara leaned up and kissed her partner. As she drew back from the kiss she leaned up and whispered in his ear, "You are so getting lucky tonight. I'll do all the work. We'll do that thing you like so much."
Harry was grinning tiredly as Kara drew back and caused her to become visible. He was so tired as he slipped into a light nap that he didn't even pay attention to the conversation.
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127 Weeks after Joining the Fleet
"I definitely like this method better," Maggie said as she sat at the holo-controls of the raptor probe her boyfriend had constructed for the Colonial fleet.
"It's safer. I'll give you that. But 12 hours of manning this post is still boring as hell," Lt. Hamish 'Skulls' McCall said. "I just don't think the cylons are still following us."
"Look at it this way…you can go take an honest to goodness bathroom break if you need it," Maggie pointed out. "And you can blame Adama for this, not Harry."
"No worries, I wasn't blaming your boyfriend. I'm not stupid enough to blame the guy you are head over heels for," Skulls told his friend. "If only all of us could be so lucky," He said as he began dealing the cards they usually played.
"Aren't things going well with Lacy?" Maggie asked as she picked up the hand she had been dealt.
"Well enough. Things just aren't like what you are describing with your partner," Skulls said.
"Don't compare," Maggie advised. "Trying to compare you two to another couple just might make you miserable. Just take things slowly," She suggested while finding it weird to be giving advice.
Before Maggie had met Harry her relationship history had been abysmal. Now, despite the post-apocalyptic situation she found herself living in, she was actually content with her lot in life and even rather happy at times.
"I'll keep that in mind," Skulls said as the two began to play.
The two friends fell into their usual chatter as they played and waited for any activity which neither truly thought would come.
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Onboard Haven
Tory let out a vexed groan as she laid in Harry's arms with the bed sheet covering them. The two had just made love in the shower and continued on his bed after getting out.
"That isn't a sound I usually hear from you in this situation," Harry pointed out. "What's wrong?"
Tory glanced up at her lover and bit her lip nervously before admitting, "I have been hearing a strange music off and on over the past day or two. I thought maybe having some fun time might make it go away. It did. But now it seems to be back. Nobody else I've been around has heard the music."
Harry's brows furrowed in thought.
"Ok…so you think it might be in your head?" Harry clarified.
"I think so," Tory admitted. "What's wrong with me?"
Harry looked deeply into Tory's eyes and cupped her cheek. He delved into her mind using his abilities. Although entering the mind of any cylon had initially given him trouble, he had gotten to know his cylon girlfriends so well that it was much easier now. Harry was quickly able to determine the problem. Tory felt like she was naked to Harry in a way that had nothing to do with her lack of clothing as he peered intently into her gaze.
"I think it's time you knew the truth of what you are," Harry said.
"What do you mean?" Tory asked with confusion. "I'm a woman."
"Oh, trust me. I know that," Harry said as he palmed her naked bum. "Let me tell you about the Final Five models of cylon."
Harry enlightened Tory. She was pretty surprised to find out she was a cylon and needed time to digest that information. Harry gave her time and later confirmed that the other models of the Final Five were experiencing the song in the same way. Harry was able to make it so Tory's conscious mind tuned out the song.
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Raptor Probe Control Station
"We've got company," Skulls called while dropping his cards when an alert signal went off at his station.
"Jumping the probe after you give me the go ahead," Maggie reported.
"The readings are coming in now," Skulls replied. "Five base-ships," He added in alarm. "I've got all the sensor data. Go, go."
Maggie hit the jump initiation sequence and the raptor probe jumped away. The probe went through a series of pre-programmed jumps before it returned to Galactica.
"How the frack' are they following us?" Maggie asked.
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Galactica Briefing Room, Later
"From what I was able to find out they are using a unique radiation signature given off by our refinery ship to track the fleet," Grace reported as she handed copies of images showing the radiation signature around the table.
"Now that we know about this we can likely block the signature," Harry suggested.
"We're too close to the Nebula for them not to make a guess that the Nebula is where we are headed. If we send the refinery ship off to make a few jumps with a holo-fleet I'm sure Harry can rig up…then we can lead them off," Lee put forth.
"It has possibilities," Harry said while nodding his agreement with the idea. "I don't think this will stop the cylons from following us. But it might delay them. Even then it is worth it to slow them down. We won't need to send our actual refinery ship. I can rig up a probe to mimic this radiation signature."
"That's a good idea both of you. Do that if you can. Please keep us up to date on the efforts," Bill requested of Harry.
Harry nodded his agreement as the meeting broke up.
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"I think it worked," Harry said as he and Lee watched the decoy Harry had rigged up lead the pursuing cylon fleet.
"I had no doubt," Lee said.
Harry glanced at Lee from the hologram they were watching and really detected no doubt in the younger Adama.
"Come on…let's jump the fleet to that Nebula while they are distracted," Harry suggested.
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Harry stood onboard Haven as the fleet jumped to the nebula in question.
"Power is going out for all ships in the fleet," Grace reported from where she sat at one of Haven's control consoles.
Harry looked over Grace's shoulder. The station Grace was sitting at was a combination of traditional Colonial sensors and some hybrid sensors using Harry's arcane abilities that Harry and Grace had worked out together. Grace was an absolute genius at creating these systems and Harry was in awe of her.
"Do we know what is causing this?" Harry asked as he analyzed the scans.
"This looks almost like your arcane abilities," Grace noted as she interpreted the scan results.
"It looks like some kind of massive ward. This energy signature looks familiar," Harry noted as he pointed at one section of the screen.
"It looks like my energy signature when I was non-corporeal doesn't it," Gina said as she got up to come over to also look at the screen.
"Yes. Yes it does," Harry confirmed as he turned to look at her. "Why is that?"
"Do you remember how I told you my angelic faction was just one of the factions manipulating events behind the scenes?" Gina asked.
"Yes," Harry replied.
"Well this is one of the strongholds of the Nesatu faction. I didn't realize it until I saw that signature. They love using that type of ward," Gina explained.
Tory entered the bridge at that moment looking quite dazed.
"The song is so loud your filters aren't working, Harry," Tory said as she grabbed her head. "I think the others know what we are."
"It's the Nesatu ward. They had a plan in your colony's collapse," Gina said as she walked over to Tory and laid her hands on Tory's forehead. Gina's hands glowed briefly and then she dropped her hands. "Is that better?"
"Yes. Thank you," Tory said with relief. She glanced to Harry. "I think I need to go to them."
"We will come with you," Harry said indicating himself and Gina. "Gina will be invisible though."
Tory nodded and took Harry's hand as he walked between Tory and Gina. Gina vanished from sight under Harry's power and then the trio disappeared. They reappeared moments later onboard Galactica in a room containing Saul Tigh, Galen Tyrol, and Samuel Anders. Tory made four and Ellen Tight made five. These were the Final Five cylons newly awakened to remember who they were. But they didn't remember everything.
Saul, Galen, and Sam looked stricken at the appearance of Harry.
"We need to talk," Tory told them all.
"You knew didn't you," Galen said as he looked at Tory intently.
"I told her what she is," Harry said.
"Why didn't you out us?" Saul asked.
"Because you aren't like the other cylons. Besides that, not all of the other cylons are bad," Harry said.
"We spent all that time fighting them on New Caprica," Sam pointed out.
"For frak's sake….what I did to Ellen because she helped the cylons," Saul said stricken.
Harry rubbed his head and thought about it.
Tory looked at him and said, "Ellen would be pardoned with the rest for helping. You should tell him."
"Tell me what?" Saul demanded.
"Ellen isn't dead. We faked her death because we knew the other survivors might kill her right after the exodus from New Caprica for collaborating," Harry explained.
"She's alive…she will hate me," Saul said with emotions warring between relief and terror.
"I think she will understand. She's going to be just as confused as the rest of you considering she is the final member of your little band here," Harry said.
"The most important thing is not to do anything rash or stupid. This takes some time to digest. Trust me. I know," Tory said. "Harry, you can go now. I've got this. I'll call you if I need you."
Harry nodded and sent telepathically to Tory, "Gina will remain behind in case you need her."
Then Harry was gone leaving Tory to her task.
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Later that Evening
Kara sat up with a cold sweat abruptly. It was the night time cycle for the fleet. Admiral Adama and Laura Roslin were still having the nebula searched for clues. But so far they had found nothing.
"What is it?" Harry asked.
Harry cast a silencing charm so as to not wake his other mates who were in the bed with them.
"I had visions. I think they were visions of Earth," Kara said as Harry pulled her back into him in a hug.
"Look at me," Harry directed. Kara did so and he slipped into her mind as easily as he slipped inside of her during one of their frequent couplings. It only took him a few moments to find and view the visions. "That would be Earth alright."
"Why am I seeing these visions?" Kara asked unsettled by them.
Despite the fact that his mates knew Harry only portrayed a god at times they still looked to him for answers.
"I'm not sure. My best guess is that it has something to do with the energy field we're in," Harry said. "I could increase Haven's wards to try to block out the energy field. But you're going to be exposed when you have to leave Haven."
"I guess I'll just have to deal with them for now. Maybe they will even show us something useful," Kara said. "Like a way to Earth. Just hold me for now."
Kara snuggled into Harry's embrace and he quickly felt her fall back to sleep. Sleep didn't come so easily for him.
"Trouble sleeping?" Gina asked a considerable time later from her spot to his left.
Harry hadn't realized the silencing charm had faded or that Kara had rolled to her right side to snuggle up to Grace's back.
"Yeah. Just thoughtful," Harry said.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Gina asked. She ran her right hand down his arm. "Or would you rather try some fun time to put you out?"
Gina's smile was sultry but her expression didn't suggest which way she preferred it.
"Mmm…fun time sounds better," Harry said as he cast a charm which would keep them from disturbing their bedmates by blocking sound and keep the bed from shaking.
Harry then rolled towards Gina. She opened her arms and legs to accept him, her nightgown providing him easy access.
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Harry was asleep soon after.
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Rev 0 Posted 7/26/2020
Author's Note 2
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