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I had this idea yesterday, during the final read before posting. Surprised I hadn’t thought of it sooner, it’s so obvious. Now I should delete some parts of previous chapters, but hey, it’s too late for that. Some people work well with “writing as they go”; I do not. Too many threads, too many twists. At least it’s on a final straight now – I only have to rewrite the next chapter, but at least the ending should write itself pretty smoothly. Wow. . . Brace yourselves. 
Chatper Nineteen: “There’s a ghost up there,” Sam squeaked.
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Chatper Nineteen: “There’s a ghost up there,” Sam squeaked.
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THIS OUGHT TO BE DIFFERENT
Chapter Ninetenn
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The Hybrid was not self-aware. But it was not completelly unaware either. It was aware of the currents of the Universe, the threads of destiny, flowing around the world like the Five Rivers around the Tartarus. Always returning to the same point over and over again.
But sometimes there apeared a stone large enough to alter the course of the river of time. A rock. It changed the destiny, broke the circle of events repeating for millenia.
Or maybe it was only a part of a larger cycle?
The thirteenth Lord of Kobol made that change eons ago. Was the thirteenth cylon going to do the same now?
He jumped with the Hybrid this time, and it knew he experienced it just like it did. The currents of eternity folding into a point, and errupting with a glory of vacuum.
And life, right there, in the orbit of a planet that would host it with grace and gratitude. The five priests, the five prophets of a new cycle. New Abolo, new seed of life.
---
But Baltar was aware. Self-aware, self-centered actually, but now also aware of the currents of the Universe, and threads of destiny. And he wasn’t fond of them, he didn’t like the circle of events that happened before and would happen again. He was the one that should be in that Temple! He knew for sure, that destiny had made a terrible mistake, because he was one of the chosen five. And although he didn’t really like the thought of being one of the five, it was better than being one of the mob.
He had to find the way to get to the Temple, and he already had the means. His hand still immersed in the Hybrid’s fluid – the Hybrid was still screaming – Baltar remembered what it was like to jump. He remembered how she did it and he wondered if he’d be able to iniciate the jump himself, and for hismself only. And if he’d be able to end up in the right destination, not in the midst of the vacuum.
That being his last thought, he was engulfed with a white light--
---
And enormous hit shook the entire Temple just as Sam draged unconscious Dualla into the elevator. He should have gone down, get Six here to do the job. It would probably be much faster. But he thought of it just now, too stunned and terrified before. Another member of their little group was dying. This was too much!
And now someone was shooting at the Temple!
“You--” he heard a breathless voice and looked up--
--to see the pale, naked figure standing in the shadow.
The man’s hair were black, plastered in damp strands to his face. His black huge eyes bore into Sam, and teriffied him to the bone. The man clutched a sopping towel to his lower abdomen, covering what little of his exposure he could.
“You killed me,” the man breathed out, extending a trembling finger and Sam freaked out.
Quicker than the thought, Sam loaded himself and limp Dualla into the elevator, and it moved down. The moment he found himself on the control level, and saw Kara and Six running toward the elliptic room, he jumped out and started screaming and babbling incoherently.
The two women stared at him, then Kara grabbed him and yelled into his face to shut the frak up! And Six bent to check on Dualla.
“What is it, Sam?” Kara asked, but before he formulated a response, she turned to the cylon. “How is she?”
“No pulse,” Six whispered. “She’s dead.” The tall blonde lifted her gaze and it was burning with fury. She stood up, breathing deep through clenched teeth.
“It’s destiny,” Kara whispered to her. “Like you said. There needs to be five of us. We have to land on the planet and wait.” She was still in denial about who this fifth person would be, and she was even aware of that denial in a funny way. “We’ll get below when the right time comes.”
“But we’ll never be able to lift off again!” Six screamed in exasperation. “There needs to be a Nova explosion to get this started.”
“We didn’t get far from that white dwarf we’d been near. In a few thousand years, who knows--” she fell silent and the cylon looked at her, comprehension downing.
“It has all happened before.”
The two women fell silent, and Sam thought this was as good moment as any.
“There’s a ghost up there,” he squeaked.
---
They removed Dualla’s body and started disputing who should go up first. Sam wasn’t going to, no way, and he wouldn’t let Starbuck. Six said it’s obvious that she should go, but then the elevator moved up, without any of them inside.
“Frak!” Six slammed the wall.
“He’s coming down,” Sam whispered, afraid he might faint. This was someone he killed? Maybe it was a cylon and it was resurrected, but he could not remember a cylon of those features.
He would face him soon enough anyway.
They waited for a few immesureably long moments, before the elevator started descending again. As it did, Six extended her hand and grabbed one of Sam’s hand-made crutches. Not that it would work against a ghost, but it was still better that the cylon had some means of defence.
The stick fell out of her hand with a clutter though, at the sight of the man inside the lift.
He seemed to be looking at the ghost as well, as he sunk to the floor, terror in his wide open eyes, staring at Number Six.
It was Kara, who recognized him first.
“Baltar?” she gasped.
---
The Hybrid was aware of the currents of destiny. And destiny required it to stop the humans from contacting the Five in the Temple at all costs.
But that had been before the Mind that Burns Like Fire stepped in and interrupted the steady flow of the Stream of Time.
The Galactica jumped in to the system, but this time the Basestar did not attack. And the Galactica, having given two warning shots, flew straight toward the Temple hovering in orbit of the planet.
The Hybrid waited for the destiny to be formed anew.
---
"Bow pitch positive three quarters. Stern pitch positive full." Gaeta commanded the helm, trying to do both – escape the Basestar and get to the planet where their goal was in orbit. The mysterious object that was sending the distress call.
They tried to call it, but received no response so far. Admiral Adama was staring at the DRAIDS in silence and so were Colonel Tigh and President Roslin. All of them knowing they were witnessing something incredible right this moment.
They needed to get to the object before the cylons did.
---
t.b.c.
THIS OUGHT TO BE DIFFERENT
Chapter Ninetenn
---
The Hybrid was not self-aware. But it was not completelly unaware either. It was aware of the currents of the Universe, the threads of destiny, flowing around the world like the Five Rivers around the Tartarus. Always returning to the same point over and over again.
But sometimes there apeared a stone large enough to alter the course of the river of time. A rock. It changed the destiny, broke the circle of events repeating for millenia.
Or maybe it was only a part of a larger cycle?
The thirteenth Lord of Kobol made that change eons ago. Was the thirteenth cylon going to do the same now?
He jumped with the Hybrid this time, and it knew he experienced it just like it did. The currents of eternity folding into a point, and errupting with a glory of vacuum.
And life, right there, in the orbit of a planet that would host it with grace and gratitude. The five priests, the five prophets of a new cycle. New Abolo, new seed of life.
---
But Baltar was aware. Self-aware, self-centered actually, but now also aware of the currents of the Universe, and threads of destiny. And he wasn’t fond of them, he didn’t like the circle of events that happened before and would happen again. He was the one that should be in that Temple! He knew for sure, that destiny had made a terrible mistake, because he was one of the chosen five. And although he didn’t really like the thought of being one of the five, it was better than being one of the mob.
He had to find the way to get to the Temple, and he already had the means. His hand still immersed in the Hybrid’s fluid – the Hybrid was still screaming – Baltar remembered what it was like to jump. He remembered how she did it and he wondered if he’d be able to iniciate the jump himself, and for hismself only. And if he’d be able to end up in the right destination, not in the midst of the vacuum.
That being his last thought, he was engulfed with a white light--
---
And enormous hit shook the entire Temple just as Sam draged unconscious Dualla into the elevator. He should have gone down, get Six here to do the job. It would probably be much faster. But he thought of it just now, too stunned and terrified before. Another member of their little group was dying. This was too much!
And now someone was shooting at the Temple!
“You--” he heard a breathless voice and looked up--
--to see the pale, naked figure standing in the shadow.
The man’s hair were black, plastered in damp strands to his face. His black huge eyes bore into Sam, and teriffied him to the bone. The man clutched a sopping towel to his lower abdomen, covering what little of his exposure he could.
“You killed me,” the man breathed out, extending a trembling finger and Sam freaked out.
Quicker than the thought, Sam loaded himself and limp Dualla into the elevator, and it moved down. The moment he found himself on the control level, and saw Kara and Six running toward the elliptic room, he jumped out and started screaming and babbling incoherently.
The two women stared at him, then Kara grabbed him and yelled into his face to shut the frak up! And Six bent to check on Dualla.
“What is it, Sam?” Kara asked, but before he formulated a response, she turned to the cylon. “How is she?”
“No pulse,” Six whispered. “She’s dead.” The tall blonde lifted her gaze and it was burning with fury. She stood up, breathing deep through clenched teeth.
“It’s destiny,” Kara whispered to her. “Like you said. There needs to be five of us. We have to land on the planet and wait.” She was still in denial about who this fifth person would be, and she was even aware of that denial in a funny way. “We’ll get below when the right time comes.”
“But we’ll never be able to lift off again!” Six screamed in exasperation. “There needs to be a Nova explosion to get this started.”
“We didn’t get far from that white dwarf we’d been near. In a few thousand years, who knows--” she fell silent and the cylon looked at her, comprehension downing.
“It has all happened before.”
The two women fell silent, and Sam thought this was as good moment as any.
“There’s a ghost up there,” he squeaked.
---
They removed Dualla’s body and started disputing who should go up first. Sam wasn’t going to, no way, and he wouldn’t let Starbuck. Six said it’s obvious that she should go, but then the elevator moved up, without any of them inside.
“Frak!” Six slammed the wall.
“He’s coming down,” Sam whispered, afraid he might faint. This was someone he killed? Maybe it was a cylon and it was resurrected, but he could not remember a cylon of those features.
He would face him soon enough anyway.
They waited for a few immesureably long moments, before the elevator started descending again. As it did, Six extended her hand and grabbed one of Sam’s hand-made crutches. Not that it would work against a ghost, but it was still better that the cylon had some means of defence.
The stick fell out of her hand with a clutter though, at the sight of the man inside the lift.
He seemed to be looking at the ghost as well, as he sunk to the floor, terror in his wide open eyes, staring at Number Six.
It was Kara, who recognized him first.
“Baltar?” she gasped.
---
The Hybrid was aware of the currents of destiny. And destiny required it to stop the humans from contacting the Five in the Temple at all costs.
But that had been before the Mind that Burns Like Fire stepped in and interrupted the steady flow of the Stream of Time.
The Galactica jumped in to the system, but this time the Basestar did not attack. And the Galactica, having given two warning shots, flew straight toward the Temple hovering in orbit of the planet.
The Hybrid waited for the destiny to be formed anew.
---
"Bow pitch positive three quarters. Stern pitch positive full." Gaeta commanded the helm, trying to do both – escape the Basestar and get to the planet where their goal was in orbit. The mysterious object that was sending the distress call.
They tried to call it, but received no response so far. Admiral Adama was staring at the DRAIDS in silence and so were Colonel Tigh and President Roslin. All of them knowing they were witnessing something incredible right this moment.
They needed to get to the object before the cylons did.
---
t.b.c.
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