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Chapter One: “The brunette’s name was Dee, the moaning, bloodied man’s name was Sam, her name was Starbuck. She didn’t know the names of the blue-eyed man and the blonde. And they were in a raptor that might go ‘boom’ anytime.”
Chapter Two: “Starbuck looked at the two men, suddenly frightened. Your husbands, Shelly said, one of them was her husband. And she wondered which.”
Chapter Two: “Starbuck looked at the two men, suddenly frightened. Your husbands, Shelly said, one of them was her husband. And she wondered which.”
Chapter Three: “At the top of the column Kara noticed bright blue crystals – they resembled the five pentagonal pillars below. A ray of vibrant blue light shone straight up from each of those crystals toward the same five crystals in the seal of the dome.”
Chapter Four:“The Temple was built as a shelter for the five priests. So when I realized that we’d crashed practically at it’s feet, that we were in need of a shelter, and that there were five of us--”
Chapter Five: “This was a long day for everyone, but for this Six it was a day that changed everything. Earlier this morning she’d been nothing more than a vision in Gaius Baltar’s mind. Now she had a body that obeyed her will and her will only.”
Chapter Four:“The Temple was built as a shelter for the five priests. So when I realized that we’d crashed practically at it’s feet, that we were in need of a shelter, and that there were five of us--”
Chapter Five: “This was a long day for everyone, but for this Six it was a day that changed everything. Earlier this morning she’d been nothing more than a vision in Gaius Baltar’s mind. Now she had a body that obeyed her will and her will only.”
Chapter Eight: “You’re not going to believe it!” Dee and Sam looked up to see Kara, smiling triumphantly, and Six right behind her, rather amused. “You’re not going to believe what we’ve found!”
Chapter Nine: “I thought I’d grieve, and keep going, because that’s my duty. Because I’m an Admiral. But no. My Lee is gone. And with him my purpose. All my purpose. All my life.”
Chapter Ten: "The area was elliptic. Or ellipsoidal even; the floor and ceiling weren’t flat either. There was no corner in the room, even the flickering screens, few buttons on the slanted surface below them; the surface itself, were round, oval, elliptic."
Chapter Eleven: "Six stopped dead in her tracks, watching the mandala oposite from the room entrance. Its sun rays were slowly revolving."
Chapter Nine: “I thought I’d grieve, and keep going, because that’s my duty. Because I’m an Admiral. But no. My Lee is gone. And with him my purpose. All my purpose. All my life.”
Chapter Ten: "The area was elliptic. Or ellipsoidal even; the floor and ceiling weren’t flat either. There was no corner in the room, even the flickering screens, few buttons on the slanted surface below them; the surface itself, were round, oval, elliptic."
Chapter Eleven: "Six stopped dead in her tracks, watching the mandala oposite from the room entrance. Its sun rays were slowly revolving."
Chapter Thirteen: "And then they heard a laughter. The Hybrid was laughing."
Chapter Fourteen: "God gave us a second chance.” Six looked intensely at Starbuck, and Starbuck relized who she was”
Chapter Sixteen: “Don’t touch it!” Four warned, but Baltar didn’t hear him.
Chapter Seventeen: "...the picture of mandala, colored in green, pink and orange, slowly faded from the slanted surface. Six stared at it, trying to comprehend it's meaning."
Chapter Eighteen: “Here she was, standing beside the pillar. She had a view of the other four pilars, and Six was standing beside another one. The other three were empty”
Chatper Nineteen: “There’s a ghost up there,” Sam squeaked.
Chapter Twenty: ”Kara and Sam both gaped at him dumbfounded, Baltar had his usual wierdo appearance, but Apollo was certain that Six understood.”
Chapter Twenty One: ”If Adama only knew what made Eleven go for that bargain. If he only knew what made the cylon so livid.”
Sorry for the delay here, but I had a crazy week.
Here's the wrap-up:
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THIS OUGHT TO BE DIFFERENT
Chapter Twenty One.
---
Racetrack was approaching the huge chunk of rock, hanging in orbit around a planet, with apprehension. At first look it appeared to be nothing more than a natural satelite, but this was obviously the very thing that called them here. The vessel sending a distress call.
As she came nearer, she saw a niche, a possible entrance.
The procedure took a while, but the raptor eventually attached itself to the rock and Bongo and Skulls were ready to get out and try to get inside the object, when a strained voice of Gaeta came through, “Racetrack -- Galactica. The cylon Base just came in range. Withdraw!”
Frak! -- Racetrack cursed under her breath. They were so close.
She looked up from her console, and there, from behind the huge rock she was attached to, emerged a bright, reflecting the light of the sun, one of the thorns of the Basestar.
---
“Aft bateries have fiering solution,” the officer in charge of weapons announced.
“Sir, the cylons are not shooting,” informed Gaeta.
Adama cast a glance at DRAIDS. The day he’d trust the cylons would be his last.
“Sir,” the Comms officer said. “They are hailing us.”
The Admiral stared at the man with anger and surprise. He was in no mood for conversation. He wanted to shoot and kill. But instead he grumbled, “On speakers.”
“To the Galactica, this is the cylon Basestar. I’m Number Eleven,” a male voice said, then hesitated for a moment. “I might be better known to you as a Cavil Model. We want to negotiate. We have something you want, and you have something we want.”
“Is that right?” Adama asked.
“That is right.” The voice betrayed restrained annoyance. “Sharon Valeri.” He hesitated again. “And her child. As a bonus.”
That was an interesting offer. The triator, but in exchange for--
“What do you want?”
“You’ll give us access to the Temple.”
Adama was prepared to snort and downright refuse, but stopped, startled.
“The Temple?” he gasped, and stared at Laura Roslin who stood opposite from him. Her face told him she thought exactly the same thing.
“The Temple of Five?” they whispered in unison.
The possibility was overwhelming, and – as unbelievable as it was – Adama’s first thought was that Lee somehow got into the Temple and escaped the Nova.
And then, his mind suddenly cleared, he imagined all the implications of such an artifact having the capability to fly, to execute faster than light jumps even. Sharon Valerii’s child didn’t even begin to match it’s worth.
“Clear this space,” ha barked to the cylon. “Or else we’ll destroy you!”
---
If Adama only knew what made Eleven go for that bargain. If he only knew what made the cylon so livid.
“Shoot them!” Number Eleven yelled, splashing his hand in the electrodynamic fluid.
But the Basestar did not respond. The Hybrid refused a direct order.
Somehow this thing, this non-sentient creature, gained awareness, and with it – free will! And she refused to carry out the cylon’s orders. They were defenseless.
Once more acting against Eleven’s will, the Basestar gracefully moved away, barely outside the Galactica’s weapon range.
“They are going to respond to our wishes,” the Four, standing to the side, said with a smile. “Or rather to the wishes of the Five.”
---
The Five inside the Temple felt it tremble.
“What was that?” Sam asked, gazing upward.
“Cylons again?” Kara tried a guess. Looked at Lee. “I hope you’re right, and it’s about humans and cylons together. I hope Galactica is out there, too.”
Then she swirled and entered her elevator. Stared at the others, reluctant to follow her.
“Well? What are you waiting for?”
The communication between the levels could have been put together in some more clever way, Kara cursed running from her elevator to the one occupied by Sam.
“Keep him here,” she barked pointing at Baltar. “Kill him if you have to, we have no more use of him!”
“I would object,” Baltar squeaked rising a finger, but she ignored him. The elevator was already on the move.
But she didn’t get there in time to catch the one lift allowing her to enter the hall above. It ascended on it’s own.
She stood before it, her heart thumping, breath short. Another lift came up behind her, but she didn’t even look back. The sound of high-heeled footsteps, accompanied by raspy breathing told her who just came. Then unmistakeaby the final two residents of the Temple arrived as well.
They waited, holding their breaths.
And an eternally long moment later, they saw colonial issue flight-suit boots, vacuum-proof bracelets, legs, and a whole body of Skulls.
---
Apollo, speaking for all the inhabitants of the Temple, refused to leave it and join the Galactica. He refused to let the humans lock Six in a cell, what would undoubtly happen. Kara wanted to object, and Baltar objected outwardly, but nobody listened to him. It was obvious however that if they agreed upon Galactica’s support, the mission would not be fulfilled.
The Sun and the Moon, together.
Lee and Six demanded a meeting, right there, inside the Temple, with the representatives of both races. The ultimatum was difficult for both nations, but after a few days there came Admiral Adama and President Roslin with a group of marines, as well as Numbers Eleven, Three and Four, who brought Sharon and Caprica.
The time that passed allowed not only for Lee to recover enough to lead the meetings, but also for Doctor Baltar to make a few wild guesses, concerning the Temple, that he hoped would save his sorry a*s.
Later, during the negociations it was finally explained to him – as well as to the Six from the Temple – what happened to them. Caprica, seeing him and seeing her other half, finally agreed to be split with her inner Baltar, and all was ready for Baltars and Sixes to be re-integrated.
Except for the Temple Six.
“That boring, mellow plaything is supposed to be a part of me?” she refused, offended. “Never in a thousand years!”
Baltar became one whole self however, and once his mind was complete, he figured out how to tap into the Temple’s Hybrid or whatever that was. He managed to retrieve enough data to be able to map the road to Earth, and once the negotiations between the humans and the cylons ended in agreement, the road there stood open before all of them.
---
The End.
The ending may seem a little rushed, but you’ll have to forgive me. All things are explained, I hope, and hereby I want to give enormous thanks to <lj user=cherylad>, <lj user=bogartlupin> and uberscribbler (who was kind enough to give me reviews in priv.) (And also all the girls from the Adama Realm, but they’ve gotten their thanks elsewhere.) As the old saying goes “we write for ourselves”, but the newer saying goes: “we post on the net for others to read and tell us about it.” I’m happy to say this story was worth posting here on LJ.
Here's the wrap-up:
---
THIS OUGHT TO BE DIFFERENT
Chapter Twenty One.
---
Racetrack was approaching the huge chunk of rock, hanging in orbit around a planet, with apprehension. At first look it appeared to be nothing more than a natural satelite, but this was obviously the very thing that called them here. The vessel sending a distress call.
As she came nearer, she saw a niche, a possible entrance.
The procedure took a while, but the raptor eventually attached itself to the rock and Bongo and Skulls were ready to get out and try to get inside the object, when a strained voice of Gaeta came through, “Racetrack -- Galactica. The cylon Base just came in range. Withdraw!”
Frak! -- Racetrack cursed under her breath. They were so close.
She looked up from her console, and there, from behind the huge rock she was attached to, emerged a bright, reflecting the light of the sun, one of the thorns of the Basestar.
---
“Aft bateries have fiering solution,” the officer in charge of weapons announced.
“Sir, the cylons are not shooting,” informed Gaeta.
Adama cast a glance at DRAIDS. The day he’d trust the cylons would be his last.
“Sir,” the Comms officer said. “They are hailing us.”
The Admiral stared at the man with anger and surprise. He was in no mood for conversation. He wanted to shoot and kill. But instead he grumbled, “On speakers.”
“To the Galactica, this is the cylon Basestar. I’m Number Eleven,” a male voice said, then hesitated for a moment. “I might be better known to you as a Cavil Model. We want to negotiate. We have something you want, and you have something we want.”
“Is that right?” Adama asked.
“That is right.” The voice betrayed restrained annoyance. “Sharon Valeri.” He hesitated again. “And her child. As a bonus.”
That was an interesting offer. The triator, but in exchange for--
“What do you want?”
“You’ll give us access to the Temple.”
Adama was prepared to snort and downright refuse, but stopped, startled.
“The Temple?” he gasped, and stared at Laura Roslin who stood opposite from him. Her face told him she thought exactly the same thing.
“The Temple of Five?” they whispered in unison.
The possibility was overwhelming, and – as unbelievable as it was – Adama’s first thought was that Lee somehow got into the Temple and escaped the Nova.
And then, his mind suddenly cleared, he imagined all the implications of such an artifact having the capability to fly, to execute faster than light jumps even. Sharon Valerii’s child didn’t even begin to match it’s worth.
“Clear this space,” ha barked to the cylon. “Or else we’ll destroy you!”
---
If Adama only knew what made Eleven go for that bargain. If he only knew what made the cylon so livid.
“Shoot them!” Number Eleven yelled, splashing his hand in the electrodynamic fluid.
But the Basestar did not respond. The Hybrid refused a direct order.
Somehow this thing, this non-sentient creature, gained awareness, and with it – free will! And she refused to carry out the cylon’s orders. They were defenseless.
Once more acting against Eleven’s will, the Basestar gracefully moved away, barely outside the Galactica’s weapon range.
“They are going to respond to our wishes,” the Four, standing to the side, said with a smile. “Or rather to the wishes of the Five.”
---
The Five inside the Temple felt it tremble.
“What was that?” Sam asked, gazing upward.
“Cylons again?” Kara tried a guess. Looked at Lee. “I hope you’re right, and it’s about humans and cylons together. I hope Galactica is out there, too.”
Then she swirled and entered her elevator. Stared at the others, reluctant to follow her.
“Well? What are you waiting for?”
The communication between the levels could have been put together in some more clever way, Kara cursed running from her elevator to the one occupied by Sam.
“Keep him here,” she barked pointing at Baltar. “Kill him if you have to, we have no more use of him!”
“I would object,” Baltar squeaked rising a finger, but she ignored him. The elevator was already on the move.
But she didn’t get there in time to catch the one lift allowing her to enter the hall above. It ascended on it’s own.
She stood before it, her heart thumping, breath short. Another lift came up behind her, but she didn’t even look back. The sound of high-heeled footsteps, accompanied by raspy breathing told her who just came. Then unmistakeaby the final two residents of the Temple arrived as well.
They waited, holding their breaths.
And an eternally long moment later, they saw colonial issue flight-suit boots, vacuum-proof bracelets, legs, and a whole body of Skulls.
---
Apollo, speaking for all the inhabitants of the Temple, refused to leave it and join the Galactica. He refused to let the humans lock Six in a cell, what would undoubtly happen. Kara wanted to object, and Baltar objected outwardly, but nobody listened to him. It was obvious however that if they agreed upon Galactica’s support, the mission would not be fulfilled.
The Sun and the Moon, together.
Lee and Six demanded a meeting, right there, inside the Temple, with the representatives of both races. The ultimatum was difficult for both nations, but after a few days there came Admiral Adama and President Roslin with a group of marines, as well as Numbers Eleven, Three and Four, who brought Sharon and Caprica.
The time that passed allowed not only for Lee to recover enough to lead the meetings, but also for Doctor Baltar to make a few wild guesses, concerning the Temple, that he hoped would save his sorry a*s.
Later, during the negociations it was finally explained to him – as well as to the Six from the Temple – what happened to them. Caprica, seeing him and seeing her other half, finally agreed to be split with her inner Baltar, and all was ready for Baltars and Sixes to be re-integrated.
Except for the Temple Six.
“That boring, mellow plaything is supposed to be a part of me?” she refused, offended. “Never in a thousand years!”
Baltar became one whole self however, and once his mind was complete, he figured out how to tap into the Temple’s Hybrid or whatever that was. He managed to retrieve enough data to be able to map the road to Earth, and once the negotiations between the humans and the cylons ended in agreement, the road there stood open before all of them.
---
The End.
The ending may seem a little rushed, but you’ll have to forgive me. All things are explained, I hope, and hereby I want to give enormous thanks to <lj user=cherylad>, <lj user=bogartlupin> and uberscribbler (who was kind enough to give me reviews in priv.) (And also all the girls from the Adama Realm, but they’ve gotten their thanks elsewhere.) As the old saying goes “we write for ourselves”, but the newer saying goes: “we post on the net for others to read and tell us about it.” I’m happy to say this story was worth posting here on LJ.
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