Cylon Basestar "Delta", Orbit New Caprica
The Five grimaced slightly as an explosion pinned his right arm under, his left hand frantically worked through the emergency overrides for the weapons arrays. A low tone sounded as the light switched from a blood red to a bright green.
The injured cylon breathed what almost amounted to a sigh of release as a hatch swung open and a screen displaying the word armed.
"Game over," he growled as he yanked a revealed lever besides it, launching the basestars entire arsonal of nukes at the planet below.
An instant later his glee at sucess turned to abject horror as a gunshot rang out and the screen exploded, showering the hapless cylon with shards and a lightly armored figure dropped into view from a perch above.
"Not quite," the calm voice, a voice distorted by a breath mask and helmet, "The game has only just begun."
The five was distracted by the tone, one that held a hint of sorrow and yet something far different while simultaniously familiar.
"What game?" he finally asked, confusion easily seen across his features.
"The game we were so foolish to begin," came the response in an almost philisophic tone as the warrior leaned against a wall while making gestures to aid in converying the message, "In our arrogance we took what we believed had been the advantage humans possessed, but in so doing we discarded the very thing that balanced that..."
"Who are you?" the Five managed to ask.
"I am many things to many people," came the easy response, "But you may call me Janus for the time being."
"Tell me," the trapped man queried as he leaned back, "Why are you doing this?"
"To answer that, a bit of history is needed," Janus said with a smirk visible within the voice itself, "We took the anger and violence of humanity and used that to create ourselves, but in so doing, most of us never learned that very truth..."
"Truth?"
"That there are things that we either could not or would no even try to copy," the sad and sorrowfull tone and a slight shift of posture made the Five nervous, "The hate is balanced by love, anger by mercy, and many more, these things the ones that infilitrated, for the most part, learned quite well it seems from what I recieved from the one your kind refer to as a traitor."
"You mean the Eight who took the Child!"
"She took her own child," the whistful tone changed to anger and a fist banged against the wall, "There is very little one will not do for their own, I know, I think about what I was meant for and feel sick."
The gloved hand reached up and flicked a switch, retracting the reflective plating of the face.
"So your a Three," the dark haired man said with almost a chuckle as he leaned back, "I should have known."
"I've become something more than that," she answered, "That term no longer holds meaning to me at least, of those who were found by these people, these humans that were so different than any I had ever thought of, but I digress, to me I only found out recently what I truely was, but it did not change me, I've accepted it, but first I am me, I am the one who was used to infiltrate, the being your kind used as a mask became the reality."
"Then why are you here?" the five asked the woman in armor as he tried to slink back, away from the one who had denounced what he believed to be true.
"To see for myself, with my own eyes what I was made of, if I truely could follow through with my beliefs," she responded, "I came to late to stop another atrocity, another in the long list of our species nearly countless ones."
She paused amidst the tirade, "I have my own family that I would give everything to protect, even if the daughter I care for is not my flesh and blood, I still care for her as if she was."
The almost shocked impression of the other gave her a moments pause, "I joined the Alliance because I would do anything for my daughter, even become the instrument of death for my own species if I need to, her life is what I hold most dear to me."
"Now what?" the Five asked with a concerned look.
"Now," she responded raising the gun one more time, "You die!"
And the trigger was pulled, a gunshot and a cross between a scream and a whimper filled the room.
xXx
GA-SBS-98136 Thanatos, Orbit New Caprica
Blackwell watched in almost silent horror as one of the two boarded basestars unleashed a salvo towards the planet.
Three of the meapons went off in rapid sucession, destroying the engines of the Valkyrie frigate Athens and sending the frigate crashing into the Escort Carrier "Garinthror II" in a devistating explosion as the impact set off the missile frigates munitions while thousands of nukes rained down on the world below before being, mainly, picked off by a handfull of other Valkyries, the sister ships of the Athens firing everything into the maelstrom to pick out all but a few of the devistating weapons.
The battle had been majorly onesided before, only fifteen fighters down, seven of which were the fully upgraded big brothers of the Interceptors and only one of the pilots hadn't managed to eject for pickup.
The ground fight was slightly more of a fair fight with a handfull of fatalities when they had superior firepower and suprise on their side.
But the deaths of nearly a thousand of those under his command was new to him, and it was a shocking revelation.
He'd gained command of the fleet while captaining the Archimedes, one of the science vessels that saw action through most of the Zerg Wars. There it was a more even fight with casualties on both sides, if you could call the deaths of Zerg casualties, but the Garinthror was one of the remaining ships of the older designs and had been designed for escort with more interceptor bays than other ships of its size to defend the larger ships.
"Goodbye Barton," he whispered, the name of one of his old friends, the man who had been his first officer on the Archimedes and then been given command of the dead Escort Carrier, "My you find peace within the void."
The Five grimaced slightly as an explosion pinned his right arm under, his left hand frantically worked through the emergency overrides for the weapons arrays. A low tone sounded as the light switched from a blood red to a bright green.
The injured cylon breathed what almost amounted to a sigh of release as a hatch swung open and a screen displaying the word armed.
"Game over," he growled as he yanked a revealed lever besides it, launching the basestars entire arsonal of nukes at the planet below.
An instant later his glee at sucess turned to abject horror as a gunshot rang out and the screen exploded, showering the hapless cylon with shards and a lightly armored figure dropped into view from a perch above.
"Not quite," the calm voice, a voice distorted by a breath mask and helmet, "The game has only just begun."
The five was distracted by the tone, one that held a hint of sorrow and yet something far different while simultaniously familiar.
"What game?" he finally asked, confusion easily seen across his features.
"The game we were so foolish to begin," came the response in an almost philisophic tone as the warrior leaned against a wall while making gestures to aid in converying the message, "In our arrogance we took what we believed had been the advantage humans possessed, but in so doing we discarded the very thing that balanced that..."
"Who are you?" the Five managed to ask.
"I am many things to many people," came the easy response, "But you may call me Janus for the time being."
"Tell me," the trapped man queried as he leaned back, "Why are you doing this?"
"To answer that, a bit of history is needed," Janus said with a smirk visible within the voice itself, "We took the anger and violence of humanity and used that to create ourselves, but in so doing, most of us never learned that very truth..."
"Truth?"
"That there are things that we either could not or would no even try to copy," the sad and sorrowfull tone and a slight shift of posture made the Five nervous, "The hate is balanced by love, anger by mercy, and many more, these things the ones that infilitrated, for the most part, learned quite well it seems from what I recieved from the one your kind refer to as a traitor."
"You mean the Eight who took the Child!"
"She took her own child," the whistful tone changed to anger and a fist banged against the wall, "There is very little one will not do for their own, I know, I think about what I was meant for and feel sick."
The gloved hand reached up and flicked a switch, retracting the reflective plating of the face.
"So your a Three," the dark haired man said with almost a chuckle as he leaned back, "I should have known."
"I've become something more than that," she answered, "That term no longer holds meaning to me at least, of those who were found by these people, these humans that were so different than any I had ever thought of, but I digress, to me I only found out recently what I truely was, but it did not change me, I've accepted it, but first I am me, I am the one who was used to infiltrate, the being your kind used as a mask became the reality."
"Then why are you here?" the five asked the woman in armor as he tried to slink back, away from the one who had denounced what he believed to be true.
"To see for myself, with my own eyes what I was made of, if I truely could follow through with my beliefs," she responded, "I came to late to stop another atrocity, another in the long list of our species nearly countless ones."
She paused amidst the tirade, "I have my own family that I would give everything to protect, even if the daughter I care for is not my flesh and blood, I still care for her as if she was."
The almost shocked impression of the other gave her a moments pause, "I joined the Alliance because I would do anything for my daughter, even become the instrument of death for my own species if I need to, her life is what I hold most dear to me."
"Now what?" the Five asked with a concerned look.
"Now," she responded raising the gun one more time, "You die!"
And the trigger was pulled, a gunshot and a cross between a scream and a whimper filled the room.
xXx
GA-SBS-98136 Thanatos, Orbit New Caprica
Blackwell watched in almost silent horror as one of the two boarded basestars unleashed a salvo towards the planet.
Three of the meapons went off in rapid sucession, destroying the engines of the Valkyrie frigate Athens and sending the frigate crashing into the Escort Carrier "Garinthror II" in a devistating explosion as the impact set off the missile frigates munitions while thousands of nukes rained down on the world below before being, mainly, picked off by a handfull of other Valkyries, the sister ships of the Athens firing everything into the maelstrom to pick out all but a few of the devistating weapons.
The battle had been majorly onesided before, only fifteen fighters down, seven of which were the fully upgraded big brothers of the Interceptors and only one of the pilots hadn't managed to eject for pickup.
The ground fight was slightly more of a fair fight with a handfull of fatalities when they had superior firepower and suprise on their side.
But the deaths of nearly a thousand of those under his command was new to him, and it was a shocking revelation.
He'd gained command of the fleet while captaining the Archimedes, one of the science vessels that saw action through most of the Zerg Wars. There it was a more even fight with casualties on both sides, if you could call the deaths of Zerg casualties, but the Garinthror was one of the remaining ships of the older designs and had been designed for escort with more interceptor bays than other ships of its size to defend the larger ships.
"Goodbye Barton," he whispered, the name of one of his old friends, the man who had been his first officer on the Archimedes and then been given command of the dead Escort Carrier, "My you find peace within the void."