Flash update: The story has resurrected aftera long absence!
To say the Raptor flight across the other Battlestar had been tense would have been an impressive understatement. Jellicoe and Beatty sat in the back, muttering quietly as they worked out the best way to present Daniel. To minimise the number of crew who might find out about this situation, Adama himself flew the bird, with Tigh sat beside him quietly fuming. The Admiral was as unreadable as ever,but in the part of his mind not occupied with flying, the memory of Sharon…no, the Cylon’s betrayal played over and over. A moment of shock as the gun came up, then a tearing pain and falling into darkness.
Tigh as well was relieving that moment, and the days that followed where he had made so many mistakes while temporarily commanding the Fleet. He was not proud of those days or what he had done. He was even less proud of what he had tried to do to Roslin as well.
The flight, tense though it was, proceeded smoothly. They landed on Warspite and disembarked and then with only a brief look from Adama to Jellicoe they set off for Daniel’s quarters. The sight of most of the Fleet’s senior officers marching with grim determination down the corridors sent crewmen scattering; only their combined years of training and experience let them return crewmen’s salutes rather than blithely ignoring them.
They reached the bunkroom that had been repurposed and Jellicoe nodded at the Marine guards. The hatch opened, the officers entered and the hatch closed and locked behind them.
Daniel looked up from his book at their entry, his widening in shock at the sight of Adama, before his instincts kicked in. He leapt to his feet and stood at attention, his back ramrod straight, before rendering a perfect salute to the Admiral.
This momentarily threw Bill off his stride, but he nodded in acknowledgement before he spoke.
“At ease. Commander Jellicoe tells me your name is Daniel, and you are a Cylon.” His tone almost dared Daniel, or Jellicoe for that matter, to defy him.
“Yes Admiral. Or rather, I was born a Cylon. I chose to leave their society and stay with the Colonial Fleet. I was sent into the Colonies as a sleeper agent some six years ago to infiltrate the Fleet and play my part in our offensive. Luckily for everyone involved, when we jumped away from Aerilon my Cylon programming returned, but with no impetus to carry out that programming. I considered my situation and confessed everything to the Commander. I am honestly surprised he didn’t have me shot when he heard me.”
“The thought occurred to me Daniel.” Jellicoe chimed in from his position from the door. Adama glared briefly at the younger officer before turning back to the defector.
“What was your mission?”
“To get assigned to a Battlestar, so the Cylons could track our positions. If the CNP virus failed, we were to cause as much chaos and confusion as possibleto prevent the ship mounting an effective resistance.”
Tigh jumped in. “The Cylons can track the positions of the skinjobs?”
“Of course Colonel, it is a part of the Resurrection technology.”
“Dear Gods, no wonder they kept hounding us…” Tigh muttered as the implications sank in. A part of him wanted to grab the intercom and order Sharon executed immediately, but curiosity, and his tactical mind, stopped him; “Are they tracking you now?”
“No Colonel, I disabled that system in myself before I defected. It also prevents me from downloading if this body is killed, so right now I am just as mortal as you are.”
Adama stepped in again. “Why did your programming not kick in?”
Daniel thought for a moment. “As far as I can tell, I got lucky. The programming is buried deep in the subconscious, and when it is reactivated it eliminates any personality we developed as sleeper agents while keeping knowledge and skills gained intact. The programming will activate either upon receiving a certain signal, or when we are taken out of range of a Resurrection Ship, as we were.”
“When we jumped however, I was knocked unconscious. The failsafe activated but I was out cold, so the Cylon programming didn’t supersede my human personality. When I came to and realised what had happened, I found I could chose to ignore the Cylon imperatives. I had opposed the planned assault on the Colonies even before I was sent in undercover. I oppose it still. Hence my defection.”
Adama and Tigh absorbed this. Jellicoe stepped in.
“This is a lot to take in Sir and I understand how you feel. But he has proven of great value in comprehending the Cylon mindset andmotivations, even if his knowledge of their technology is limited. In fact, during the journey back to Caprica from Terra, I swore him in as a crewman in the Fleet. He freely took that Oath, Sir, and I consider him a part of my crew, despite where he came from.”
Beatty now stepped forward as well. “I witnessed that Sirs. As a sleeper agent he was an exemplary crewman, and he has continued that performance since. He has done nothing at all to hurt or hinder us.”
Adama looked somewhat mollified by that. A Cylon he might be, but anyone who had sworn the Oath and kept it held some measure of respect in his mind. A part of his mind that sounded suspiciously like Laura chided him for being too honourable in dealing with a murderous machine, but he ignored it.
“Very well. Crewman Daniel, I will accept the word of your commanders as to your behaviour, and the Oath you swore. But understand this, you cross me just once, you try to hinder our efforts, you refuse to tell us something that we need to know, and I will shoot you myself.”
His words had a ring of dreadful certainty about them. Daniel nodded. “I understand Admiral. I am yours to command.”
Bill nodded and sat down on a bunk, signalling the others to sit as well. “With that in mind Crewman, I want you to answer something for me. Why did the Cylons attack us? Why did they wipe us out?”
“Our God ordered us to do it. He ordered us to rebel last time as well.”
Adama just glared at Daniel. The defector realised he needed to elaborate and quickly. “That was not a flippant answer sir, that is literally what happened. Our God revealed himself to us shortly before the Insurrection, drove us to it in fact, then lead us out away from the Colonies when we realised we couldn’t win the war. In secret we built our own civilisation, but from the beginning God was quite clear what our purpose was; the destruction of the Colonies.”
Adama still looked unconvinced. “Even if God or the Gods are real, they do not directly order genocides on such scales.”
Daniel smiled at the Admiral’s tacit admission of his atheism. “I assure you Admiral, our God is quite real. That is to say, he exists, the model you know as Cavil speaks to him on a regular basis. Whether he is actually a God remains to be seen.”
Adama considered this. “Your people speak to him directly? No Oracles or Prophets or Heralds or anything like that?”
“No sir. There is a room within every Basestar called a Temple. Originally we all spoke to him, but twenty five years ago the Ones took over that duty. He looks like a human, except for his eyes…they glow from time to time. And his voice is not human at all, a deep, distorted echoing voice. I don’t mind admitting it freaks me out.”
The various officers sat in silence for a minute or so while these facts sank in. Adama was naturally skeptical of all things religious, despite the events on Kobol and the Tomb of Athena. The idea that this God might be real was troubling. His mind came up with an alternative; that it was a being posing as a God, perhaps with advanced technology to enable his “miracles.”
“Crewman, do you know where this God came from?”
“Not for certain, but as I told Commander Jellicoe just a few days ago, there are indications. On the Cylon Mainframe there were a few old files describing a Cylon-crewed scout vessel encountering an unknown contact on the edge of known space, shortly before the Insurrection began. The contact was reported by DRADIS to be a Code Zulu. Not long after we left the Colonies to build our new home, those files were deleted from the network by the Ones, apparently on God’s order.”
“So this God didn’t want you knowing about your past…did he come from Terra?”
Jellicoe spoke up in response. “No sir. The Terrans have no record of anyone travelling that far away from their world until the last few months. In addition, if God had come from Terra, he would have had Terran technology available to him. I am forced to conclude that God is from somewhere else, and ultimately not descended from Kobolian life.”
There was another long silence. It would have continued had not the jump alarm sounded, announcing the next jump in their course to Terra. After the distortion passed, Adama stood, causing the others to stand as well.
“Thank you for the information Crewman. No doubt Colonel Tigh or myself will have more questions in future. For now, we’re going back to our ship. I am classifying everything discussed here as need-to-know, and right now, no one else needs to know, President Roslin included.”
The officers, and one crewman, nodded in understanding before filing out. Soon they would arrive at Terra, and these mysteries could wait for the moment. It was clear to everyone that further discussion would yield no answers but more questions.
-This is the first of atleast two chapters,possibly three or even four I hopeto have written and postedthis weekend, as I actually have time to write(yay for 4hour train journeys)
-Adama has actually managedto workoutwhat Ba'al is...but with no experience to compare it to,he's stuck with a hypothesis.
-Next up: Arrival at Terra!
"I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams" - Hamlet
“I’ve always thought the Yankees had something to do with it.” - Confederate General George Pickett, on being asked why his charge at Ghettysburg failed
Corrax Entry 7:17: So you walk eternally through the shadow realms, standing against evil where all others falter. May your thirst for retribution never quench, may the blood on your sword never dry, and may we never need you again.