alled “the DSS”: “Deep Space Smell” - You could be the filthiest 
being of the Universe, but after one or more days in a G - Suite, you would kill with 
pleasure for a shower.
“You know what I am gonna do?” Starbuck radioed to Boomer 
“I’ll stay 3 Sectar in the decon shower!”
“No, you won't,” Boomer replied with a smile
“I will, I certainly will. You know... ” Starbuck was babbling as Boomer dropped in. 
“Great 
Tigh will be pleased”.
That stopped Starbuck’s flow of words. He asked 
“Col. Tigh?”
What has he got to do with my shower?”
“You know, he is been trying to get a seat in the Pyramid round for 2 Yahren, and now as 
you prefer to stay in Decon... ”
“NOOOO, the game is TONIGHT?
I TOTALLY lost time out there, then the Decon has to... be shortened! 
What a shame, Cassy scheduled her shift, so she... ” 
”Stop it, for the love of the Lords of Cobol!” interrupted Boomer
”I have to concentrate on the landing... Maybe you could throw in your lady’s story later”
Some time later
Both pilots caalled “the DSS”: “Deep Space Smell” - You could be the filthiest 
being of the Universe, but after one or more days in a G - Suite, you would kill with 
pleasure for a shower.
“You know what I am gonna do?” Starbuck radioed to Boomer 
“I’ll stay 3 Sectar in the decon shower!”
“No, you won't,” Boomer replied with a smile
“I will, I certainly will. You know... ” Starbuck was babbling as Boomer dropped in. 
“Great 
Tigh will be pleased”.
That stopped Starbuck’s flow of words. He asked 
“Col. Tigh?”
What has he got to do with my shower?”
“You know, he is been trying to get a seat in the Pyramid round for 2 Yahren, and now as 
you prefer to stay in Decon... ”
“NOOOO, the game is TONIGHT?
I TOTALLY lost time out there, then the Decon has to... be shortened! 
What a shame, Cassy scheduled her shift, so she... ” 
”Stop it, for the love of the Lords of Cobol!” interrupted Boomer
”I have to concentrate on the landing... Maybe you could throw in your lady’s story later”
Some time later
Both pilots caPart 01 - Kai Lanio
Already yahrens had passed since the destruction of the Colonies, and the time of almost 
constant Cylon raids seemed finally to be over. 
But now a new fearsome enemy approached. 
A scary enemy and one there was no known defense against: boredom
There was NOTHING as boring as an uneventful long range patrol, especially, if the past 
28 long range patrols had been similarly uneventful …
But the patrols were necessary to supply “eyes” to the severely damaged Battlestar. 
The fine ship, home and mighty fortress needed a shipyard and some supplies pretty 
badly, but the next sufficient Yards were orbiting Borella, and firm in Cylon hands.
So improvisation had been the “Rule of the Day”, for too many days...
These thoughts went through Starbuck’s head as he started his decent on the Beta 
Landing bay.
Starbuck and Boomer were returning from such a LR Patrol... and now they had 
something that made them ”pariahs”.
No one with intact nostrils would go near them.
It was commonly c 
"After all, there is a certain /etiquette/ involved in pyramid, and you have to admit, you 
broke it." He shrugged, smoothing the cards out across the table and then flipping them 
over in a long and perfect line, before pausing to flip one card from finger to finger as he 
awaited a response.
"The Lords of Kobol... you're making that up." Athena accused him.
Starbuck touched a hand to his chest, "Me?" He blinked, as if the very thought was 
somehow alien to him. 
"Afraid not. 
Tell them, Boom - Boom."
Boomer felt every eye in the OC settle on him, most notably the three sets of blue and 
brown ones across from him. 
“House rules. 
Right, Freeman?" He called out to the barkeep.
"Oh, aye!"
"But what does it mean exactly?" Dietra asked slowly.
"It means," Starbuck grinned, beginning to deal.
"That this game is about to get a whole lot more interesting."
Part 17 - Senmut
"Really?" said a voice. 
They all turned. It was Adultress, from proteus Prison, with a couple of her kids with her. 
SaPart 01 - Kai Lanio
Already yahrens had passed since the destruction of the Colonies, and the time of almost 
constant Cylon raids seemed finally to be over. 
But now a new fearsome enemy approached. 
A scary enemy and one there was no known defense against: boredom
There was NOTHING as boring as an uneventful long range patrol, especially, if the past 
28 long range patrols had been similarly uneventful …
But the patrols were necessary to supply “eyes” to the severely damaged Battlestar. 
The fine ship, home and mighty fortress needed a shipyard and some supplies pretty 
badly, but the next sufficient Yards were orbiting Borella, and firm in Cylon hands.
So improvisation had been the “Rule of the Day”, for too many days...
These thoughts went through Starbuck’s head as he started his decent on the Beta 
Landing bay.
Starbuck and Boomer were returning from such a LR Patrol... and now they had 
something that made them ”pariahs”.
No one with intact nostrils would go near them.
It was commonly cPart 01 - Kai Lanio
Already yahrens had passed since the destruction of the Colonies, and the time of almost 
constant Cylon raids seemed finally to be over. 
But now a new fearsome enemy approached. 
A scary enemy and one there was no known defense against: boredom
There was NOTHING as boring as an uneventful long range patrol, especially, if the past 
28 long range patrols had been similarly uneventful …
But the patrols were necessary to supply “eyes” to the severely damaged Battlestar. 
The fine ship, home and mighty fortress needed a shipyard and some supplies pretty 
badly, but the next sufficient Yards were orbiting Borella, and firm in Cylon hands.
So improvisation had been the “Rule of the Day”, for too many days...
These thoughts went through Starbuck’s head as he started his decent on the Beta 
Landing bay.
Starbuck and Boomer were returning from such a LR Patrol... and now they had 
something that made them ”pariahs”.
No one with intact nostrils would go near them.
It was commonly cPart 01 - Kai Lanio
Already yahrens had passed since the destruction of the Colonies, and the time of almost 
constant Cylon raids seemed finally to be over. 
But now a new fearsome enemy approached. 
A scary enemy and one there was no known defense against: boredom
There was NOTHING as boring as an uneventful long range patrol, especially, if the past 
28 long range patrols had been similarly uneventful …
But the patrols were necessary to supply “eyes” to the severely damaged Battlestar. 
The fine ship, home and mighty fortress needed a shipyard and some supplies pretty 
badly, but the next sufficient Yards were orbiting Borella, and firm in Cylon hands.
So improvisation had been the “Rule of the Day”, for too many days...
These thoughts went through Starbuck’s head as he started his decent on the Beta 
Landing bay.
Starbuck and Boomer were returning from such a LR Patrol... and now they had 
something that made them ”pariahs”.
No one with intact nostrils would go near them.
It was commonly cme out of Decon, and Starbuck speaks to Boomer. 
“Boomer, I had an idea about what you said on the approach.
And now I have an idea 
I have to ask you about too... ”
“Don’t talk around the fleet. What is on your mind?” Boomer asked his buddy.
Starbuck took his wingman by the arm, and dragged him to a corner.
He made a big fuss about his idea, and Boomer was rolling his eyes, till Starbuck came to 
his point 
“How about a double game tonight, a big round. 
I could invite some of the girls?”
Boomer grinned. “If you get three girls together, who can play nicely, and are willing to 
risk some Cubits I have no objections.”
Starbuck beamed with joy: “I’ll run and ask Apollo”
One Centon later, Starbuck was around the next corridor corner.
“That will get ME into trouble!” Boomer shouted after him. 
But he doubted whether it reached him.
Or if he would care...
ALWAYS Starbuck’s plans got him, Boomer, into trouble. 
This was a kind of tradition.
Starbuck didn’t need to seek long 
he found Apollo In me out of Decon, and Starbuck speaks to Boomer. 
“Boomer, I had an idea about what you said on the approach.
And now I have an idea 
I have to ask you about too... ”
“Don’t talk around the fleet. What is on your mind?” Boomer asked his buddy.
Starbuck took his wingman by the arm, and dragged him to a corner.
He made a big fuss about his idea, and Boomer was rolling his eyes, till Starbuck came to 
his point 
“How about a double game tonight, a big round. 
I could invite some of the girls?”
Boomer grinned. “If you get three girls together, who can play nicely, and are willing to 
risk some Cubits I have no objections.”
Starbuck beamed with joy: “I’ll run and ask Apollo”
One Centon later, Starbuck was around the next corridor corner.
“That will get ME into trouble!” Boomer shouted after him. 
But he doubted whether it reached him.
Or if he would care...
ALWAYS Starbuck’s plans got him, Boomer, into trouble. 
This was a kind of tradition.
Starbuck didn’t need to seek long 
he found Apollo In alled “the DSS”: “Deep Space Smell” - You could be the filthiest 
being of the Universe, but after one or more days in a G - Suite, you would kill with 
pleasure for a shower.
“You know what I am gonna do?” Starbuck radioed to Boomer 
“I’ll stay 3 Sectar in the decon shower!”
“No, you won't,” Boomer replied with a smile
“I will, I certainly will. You know... ” Starbuck was babbling as Boomer dropped in. 
“Great 
Tigh will be pleased”.
That stopped Starbuck’s flow of words. He asked 
“Col. Tigh?”
What has he got to do with my shower?”
“You know, he is been trying to get a seat in the Pyramid round for 2 Yahren, and now as 
you prefer to stay in Decon... ”
“NOOOO, the game is TONIGHT?
I TOTALLY lost time out there, then the Decon has to... be shortened! 
What a shame, Cassy scheduled her shift, so she... ” 
”Stop it, for the love of the Lords of Cobol!” interrupted Boomer
”I have to concentrate on the landing... Maybe you could throw in your lady’s story later”
Some time later
Both pilots cashaying into the room, she looked directly into Starbuck's eyes, and said. 
"Just how interestin' is that, Starrrr - buck?"
Part 18 - Eugenia
Dietra glanced at Sheba and exchanged a furtive smile. 
She had calculated it would be even odds that Starbuck would escape the storage 
compartment and, of course, the women had a backup plan to distract the fleet's Number 
One pyramid player.
Adultress caressed Starbuck's bare shoulders and purred, "Is this what Starrr - buckin' is?"
"According to some... yeah... " Starbuck looked up into her eyes, clearly tempted. 
He gave her a grin. 
"But I need a little space to do proper Starbucking."
"Yes," Tigh growled, tapping his fingers on the table. 
"Would all non - players step back and allow the players to actually play?"
There was a shuffling of the crowd's feet as they retreated. 
Adultress hesitated, but after another Starbuckian smile, she too stepped back.
Zara and her IFB vidcam - recorder associate took the opportunity to move in. Tigh 
glared at Zalled “the DSS”: “Deep Space Smell” - You could be the filthiest 
being of the Universe, but after one or more days in a G - Suite, you would kill with 
pleasure for a shower.
“You know what I am gonna do?” Starbuck radioed to Boomer 
“I’ll stay 3 Sectar in the decon shower!”
“No, you won't,” Boomer replied with a smile
“I will, I certainly will. You know... ” Starbuck was babbling as Boomer dropped in. 
“Great 
Tigh will be pleased”.
That stopped Starbuck’s flow of words. He asked 
“Col. Tigh?”
What has he got to do with my shower?”
“You know, he is been trying to get a seat in the Pyramid round for 2 Yahren, and now as 
you prefer to stay in Decon... ”
“NOOOO, the game is TONIGHT?
I TOTALLY lost time out there, then the Decon has to... be shortened! 
What a shame, Cassy scheduled her shift, so she... ” 
”Stop it, for the love of the Lords of Cobol!” interrupted Boomer
”I have to concentrate on the landing... Maybe you could throw in your lady’s story later”
Some time later
Both pilots caalled “the DSS”: “Deep Space Smell” - You could be the filthiest 
being of the Universe, but after one or more days in a G - Suite, you would kill with 
pleasure for a shower.
“You know what I am gonna do?” Starbuck radioed to Boomer 
“I’ll stay 3 Sectar in the decon shower!”
“No, you won't,” Boomer replied with a smile
“I will, I certainly will. You know... ” Starbuck was babbling as Boomer dropped in. 
“Great 
Tigh will be pleased”.
That stopped Starbuck’s flow of words. He asked 
“Col. Tigh?”
What has he got to do with my shower?”
“You know, he is been trying to get a seat in the Pyramid round for 2 Yahren, and now as 
you prefer to stay in Decon... ”
“NOOOO, the game is TONIGHT?
I TOTALLY lost time out there, then the Decon has to... be shortened! 
What a shame, Cassy scheduled her shift, so she... ” 
”Stop it, for the love of the Lords of Cobol!” interrupted Boomer
”I have to concentrate on the landing... Maybe you could throw in your lady’s story later”
Some time later
Both pilots caalled “the DSS”: “Deep Space Smell” - You could be the filthiest 
being of the Universe, but after one or more days in a G - Suite, you would kill with 
pleasure for a shower.
“You know what I am gonna do?” Starbuck radioed to Boomer 
“I’ll stay 3 Sectar in the decon shower!”
“No, you won't,” Boomer replied with a smile
“I will, I certainly will. You know... ” Starbuck was babbling as Boomer dropped in. 
“Great 
Tigh will be pleased”.
That stopped Starbuck’s flow of words. He asked 
“Col. Tigh?”
What has he got to do with my shower?”
“You know, he is been trying to get a seat in the Pyramid round for 2 Yahren, and now as 
you prefer to stay in Decon... ”
“NOOOO, the game is TONIGHT?
I TOTALLY lost time out there, then the Decon has to... be shortened! 
What a shame, Cassy scheduled her shift, so she... ” 
”Stop it, for the love of the Lords of Cobol!” interrupted Boomer
”I have to concentrate on the landing... Maybe you could throw in your lady’s story later”
Some time later
Both pilots cathe barracks of the Blue Squadron.
There he was, again, trying to explain his adopted son, that he could not join the ranks of 
the warriors, even if he was called so.
Starbuck, standing in the door, made a mental notice not to keep calling Boxey “Small 
warrior” throughout the next days.
Apollo was sitting in front of the spoiled little brat and had his back turned to the door.
“Hey &lsquo 
Daddy’” he called to Apollo “Are you too busy for the game?”
“By the name of the lords…” Apollo shouted while turning, “Hey 
You are back?
Did you polish any shiny metal behinds, while you were out there?”
Starbuck smiled: “Nah, nothing besides a gigantic void and lots of loneliness... but 
because of this loneliness I am here. 
Boomer and I, we had a little idea about the plans for tonight,.. 
Would you mind if we got a big round together?
I was thinking about 3 of the Women?”
“You think you can arrange this? 
3 Girls that are free tonight, and care to join us and are willing to risk something? 
Why notthe barracks of the Blue Squadron.
There he was, again, trying to explain his adopted son, that he could not join the ranks of 
the warriors, even if he was called so.
Starbuck, standing in the door, made a mental notice not to keep calling Boxey “Small 
warrior” throughout the next days.
Apollo was sitting in front of the spoiled little brat and had his back turned to the door.
“Hey &lsquo 
Daddy’” he called to Apollo “Are you too busy for the game?”
“By the name of the lords…” Apollo shouted while turning, “Hey 
You are back?
Did you polish any shiny metal behinds, while you were out there?”
Starbuck smiled: “Nah, nothing besides a gigantic void and lots of loneliness... but 
because of this loneliness I am here. 
Boomer and I, we had a little idea about the plans for tonight,.. 
Would you mind if we got a big round together?
I was thinking about 3 of the Women?”
“You think you can arrange this? 
3 Girls that are free tonight, and care to join us and are willing to risk something? 
Why notme out of Decon, and Starbuck speaks to Boomer. 
“Boomer, I had an idea about what you said on the approach.
And now I have an idea 
I have to ask you about too... ”
“Don’t talk around the fleet. What is on your mind?” Boomer asked his buddy.
Starbuck took his wingman by the arm, and dragged him to a corner.
He made a big fuss about his idea, and Boomer was rolling his eyes, till Starbuck came to 
his point 
“How about a double game tonight, a big round. 
I could invite some of the girls?”
Boomer grinned. “If you get three girls together, who can play nicely, and are willing to 
risk some Cubits I have no objections.”
Starbuck beamed with joy: “I’ll run and ask Apollo”
One Centon later, Starbuck was around the next corridor corner.
“That will get ME into trouble!” Boomer shouted after him. 
But he doubted whether it reached him.
Or if he would care...
ALWAYS Starbuck’s plans got him, Boomer, into trouble. 
This was a kind of tradition.
Starbuck didn’t need to seek long 
he found Apollo In ara.
"Colonel, if you had notified us ahead of time we would have had time to install the 
proper unobtrusive equipment."
"Oh, no," Starbuck said, his fumarello clenched in his teeth, "it would have only provided 
a means for you to get in on the action and feed information to your compatriots."
"Lieutenant, we have journalistic integrity." Zara huffed.
"Yeah, right, which goes right out the airlock when you think you can up the viewership." 
Starbuck shuffled the cards for the umpteenth time.
"Are we going to play?" Boomer asked, the stress getting to him. 
Athena giggled, her dress accenting her... uh... ample anatomy in interesting ways.
"Settle down, Boomer," Starbuck said lightly. 
"Remember, we're invoking the Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules here."
"Which we're still waiting to hear," Sheba said.
"Well," Starbuck said, dealing out cards, "the dealer's hand determines the high suit for 
the round - "
"But that's not fair," Dietra objected
"It's not fair for you this round, bume out of Decon, and Starbuck speaks to Boomer. 
“Boomer, I had an idea about what you said on the approach.
And now I have an idea 
I have to ask you about too... ”
“Don’t talk around the fleet. What is on your mind?” Boomer asked his buddy.
Starbuck took his wingman by the arm, and dragged him to a corner.
He made a big fuss about his idea, and Boomer was rolling his eyes, till Starbuck came to 
his point 
“How about a double game tonight, a big round. 
I could invite some of the girls?”
Boomer grinned. “If you get three girls together, who can play nicely, and are willing to 
risk some Cubits I have no objections.”
Starbuck beamed with joy: “I’ll run and ask Apollo”
One Centon later, Starbuck was around the next corridor corner.
“That will get ME into trouble!” Boomer shouted after him. 
But he doubted whether it reached him.
Or if he would care...
ALWAYS Starbuck’s plans got him, Boomer, into trouble. 
This was a kind of tradition.
Starbuck didn’t need to seek long 
he found Apollo In me out of Decon, and Starbuck speaks to Boomer. 
“Boomer, I had an idea about what you said on the approach.
And now I have an idea 
I have to ask you about too... ”
“Don’t talk around the fleet. What is on your mind?” Boomer asked his buddy.
Starbuck took his wingman by the arm, and dragged him to a corner.
He made a big fuss about his idea, and Boomer was rolling his eyes, till Starbuck came to 
his point 
“How about a double game tonight, a big round. 
I could invite some of the girls?”
Boomer grinned. “If you get three girls together, who can play nicely, and are willing to 
risk some Cubits I have no objections.”
Starbuck beamed with joy: “I’ll run and ask Apollo”
One Centon later, Starbuck was around the next corridor corner.
“That will get ME into trouble!” Boomer shouted after him. 
But he doubted whether it reached him.
Or if he would care...
ALWAYS Starbuck’s plans got him, Boomer, into trouble. 
This was a kind of tradition.
Starbuck didn’t need to seek long 
he found Apollo In me out of Decon, and Starbuck speaks to Boomer. 
“Boomer, I had an idea about what you said on the approach.
And now I have an idea 
I have to ask you about too... ”
“Don’t talk around the fleet. What is on your mind?” Boomer asked his buddy.
Starbuck took his wingman by the arm, and dragged him to a corner.
He made a big fuss about his idea, and Boomer was rolling his eyes, till Starbuck came to 
his point 
“How about a double game tonight, a big round. 
I could invite some of the girls?”
Boomer grinned. “If you get three girls together, who can play nicely, and are willing to 
risk some Cubits I have no objections.”
Starbuck beamed with joy: “I’ll run and ask Apollo”
One Centon later, Starbuck was around the next corridor corner.
“That will get ME into trouble!” Boomer shouted after him. 
But he doubted whether it reached him.
Or if he would care...
ALWAYS Starbuck’s plans got him, Boomer, into trouble. 
This was a kind of tradition.
Starbuck didn’t need to seek long 
he found Apollo In ? If anyone can manage this, you can…”
Starbuck agreed grinning and reminded Apollo that he was in charge of the drinks - 
support and he should better bring twice the normal amount…
Boxey was following all the talk.
And as soon as Starbuck tried to leave, Boxey started asking about the game, and why he 
could not take part in it…
Part 02 - Maggie Hutchison
"Drinks - support," it utrned out, was easy for Apollo to arrange 
with the size of the sectonly Pyramid game doubled, and with Colonel Tigh eagerly 
anticipating taking part in this game, the venue was officially changed from the barracks 
to the O.C.. 
Thus, suitable beverages were instantly available, albeit for a price, now, but it was a 
small inconvenience and worth it to have the game "officially sanctioned" by the Colonel.
Word of the impending game had spread faster then a Tylium leak, so as game time 
neared, the O.C. was packed by a steady stream of spectators. 
Space had been cleared in the center of the O.C., and several small t? If anyone can manage this, you can…”
Starbuck agreed grinning and reminded Apollo that he was in charge of the drinks - 
support and he should better bring twice the normal amount…
Boxey was following all the talk.
And as soon as Starbuck tried to leave, Boxey started asking about the game, and why he 
could not take part in it…
Part 02 - Maggie Hutchison
"Drinks - support," it utrned out, was easy for Apollo to arrange 
with the size of the sectonly Pyramid game doubled, and with Colonel Tigh eagerly 
anticipating taking part in this game, the venue was officially changed from the barracks 
to the O.C.. 
Thus, suitable beverages were instantly available, albeit for a price, now, but it was a 
small inconvenience and worth it to have the game "officially sanctioned" by the Colonel.
Word of the impending game had spread faster then a Tylium leak, so as game time 
neared, the O.C. was packed by a steady stream of spectators. 
Space had been cleared in the center of the O.C., and several small tthe barracks of the Blue Squadron.
There he was, again, trying to explain his adopted son, that he could not join the ranks of 
the warriors, even if he was called so.
Starbuck, standing in the door, made a mental notice not to keep calling Boxey “Small 
warrior” throughout the next days.
Apollo was sitting in front of the spoiled little brat and had his back turned to the door.
“Hey &lsquo 
Daddy’” he called to Apollo “Are you too busy for the game?”
“By the name of the lords…” Apollo shouted while turning, “Hey 
You are back?
Did you polish any shiny metal behinds, while you were out there?”
Starbuck smiled: “Nah, nothing besides a gigantic void and lots of loneliness... but 
because of this loneliness I am here. 
Boomer and I, we had a little idea about the plans for tonight,.. 
Would you mind if we got a big round together?
I was thinking about 3 of the Women?”
“You think you can arrange this? 
3 Girls that are free tonight, and care to join us and are willing to risk something? 
Why nott you'll have the advantage when you deal."
"Next you'll be saying some absurd thing about your team gets to make additional 
draws." Athena said.
"Funny you should say that... " Starbuck grinned.
Next to him, Tigh looked at his cards. 
He really hoped he could have a private word with Starbuck. 
Tigh felt he was a pretty good card sharkon, but he had no clue what these Lords of 
Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules were or if Starbuck was making them up as he 
went along.
"What'll it be?" Freeman asked as Cassie and Apollo squeezed their way through the 
crowd and to the bar.
"You have any hot fudge sauce?" Cassie asked, smiling. 
Beside her, Apollo blushed.
"Uh... I don't think I've heard of any drink with that ingredient," Freeman said.
"Oh, it's not for a drink. If Starbuck invoked the Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the 
Death rules, he'll be needing it.
Part 19 - Lisa Zaza
Athena studied Starbuck, looking for any telltale signs that he was just making up the 
Lords of Kobol Caged Duel to tthe barracks of the Blue Squadron.
There he was, again, trying to explain his adopted son, that he could not join the ranks of 
the warriors, even if he was called so.
Starbuck, standing in the door, made a mental notice not to keep calling Boxey “Small 
warrior” throughout the next days.
Apollo was sitting in front of the spoiled little brat and had his back turned to the door.
“Hey &lsquo 
Daddy’” he called to Apollo “Are you too busy for the game?”
“By the name of the lords…” Apollo shouted while turning, “Hey 
You are back?
Did you polish any shiny metal behinds, while you were out there?”
Starbuck smiled: “Nah, nothing besides a gigantic void and lots of loneliness... but 
because of this loneliness I am here. 
Boomer and I, we had a little idea about the plans for tonight,.. 
Would you mind if we got a big round together?
I was thinking about 3 of the Women?”
“You think you can arrange this? 
3 Girls that are free tonight, and care to join us and are willing to risk something? 
Why notthe barracks of the Blue Squadron.
There he was, again, trying to explain his adopted son, that he could not join the ranks of 
the warriors, even if he was called so.
Starbuck, standing in the door, made a mental notice not to keep calling Boxey “Small 
warrior” throughout the next days.
Apollo was sitting in front of the spoiled little brat and had his back turned to the door.
“Hey &lsquo 
Daddy’” he called to Apollo “Are you too busy for the game?”
“By the name of the lords…” Apollo shouted while turning, “Hey 
You are back?
Did you polish any shiny metal behinds, while you were out there?”
Starbuck smiled: “Nah, nothing besides a gigantic void and lots of loneliness... but 
because of this loneliness I am here. 
Boomer and I, we had a little idea about the plans for tonight,.. 
Would you mind if we got a big round together?
I was thinking about 3 of the Women?”
“You think you can arrange this? 
3 Girls that are free tonight, and care to join us and are willing to risk something? 
Why notthe barracks of the Blue Squadron.
There he was, again, trying to explain his adopted son, that he could not join the ranks of 
the warriors, even if he was called so.
Starbuck, standing in the door, made a mental notice not to keep calling Boxey “Small 
warrior” throughout the next days.
Apollo was sitting in front of the spoiled little brat and had his back turned to the door.
“Hey &lsquo 
Daddy’” he called to Apollo “Are you too busy for the game?”
“By the name of the lords…” Apollo shouted while turning, “Hey 
You are back?
Did you polish any shiny metal behinds, while you were out there?”
Starbuck smiled: “Nah, nothing besides a gigantic void and lots of loneliness... but 
because of this loneliness I am here. 
Boomer and I, we had a little idea about the plans for tonight,.. 
Would you mind if we got a big round together?
I was thinking about 3 of the Women?”
“You think you can arrange this? 
3 Girls that are free tonight, and care to join us and are willing to risk something? 
Why notables had been 
shoved together for the participants. 
As to who the particiapnts were, that was part of the building excitement. 
What had originally started as six individuals playing for the cubits had evolved into a 
"showdown." 
The men against the women. 
On one side: 
Starbuck, Boomer, and the Colonel. 
On the other...
Part 03 - Lisa Zaza
"Where's Athena?" Dietra asked Sheba. 
"She had something to take care of before the game." 
Sheba replied with a smirk. 
She glanced over her shoulder before taking a place at the card table beside Dee. 
Dietra leaned in closer to her. 
"She didn't?" 
"I don't know if she did, or didn't. 
I only know she intended to." Sheba whispered back.
"A drink, Colonel?" Boomer asked, as he glanced at the entrance to the OC for the 
sixteenth time in so many centons. 
"Where's Starbuck?" Tigh replied, glancing at his chrono. 
"If he doesn't get here in 2.2 centons, we're going to have to scrub him from the game." 
Boomer shrugged. 
It was unusual to say thables had been 
shoved together for the participants. 
As to who the particiapnts were, that was part of the building excitement. 
What had originally started as six individuals playing for the cubits had evolved into a 
"showdown." 
The men against the women. 
On one side: 
Starbuck, Boomer, and the Colonel. 
On the other...
Part 03 - Lisa Zaza
"Where's Athena?" Dietra asked Sheba. 
"She had something to take care of before the game." 
Sheba replied with a smirk. 
She glanced over her shoulder before taking a place at the card table beside Dee. 
Dietra leaned in closer to her. 
"She didn't?" 
"I don't know if she did, or didn't. 
I only know she intended to." Sheba whispered back.
"A drink, Colonel?" Boomer asked, as he glanced at the entrance to the OC for the 
sixteenth time in so many centons. 
"Where's Starbuck?" Tigh replied, glancing at his chrono. 
"If he doesn't get here in 2.2 centons, we're going to have to scrub him from the game." 
Boomer shrugged. 
It was unusual to say th? If anyone can manage this, you can…”
Starbuck agreed grinning and reminded Apollo that he was in charge of the drinks - 
support and he should better bring twice the normal amount…
Boxey was following all the talk.
And as soon as Starbuck tried to leave, Boxey started asking about the game, and why he 
could not take part in it…
Part 02 - Maggie Hutchison
"Drinks - support," it utrned out, was easy for Apollo to arrange 
with the size of the sectonly Pyramid game doubled, and with Colonel Tigh eagerly 
anticipating taking part in this game, the venue was officially changed from the barracks 
to the O.C.. 
Thus, suitable beverages were instantly available, albeit for a price, now, but it was a 
small inconvenience and worth it to have the game "officially sanctioned" by the Colonel.
Word of the impending game had spread faster then a Tylium leak, so as game time 
neared, the O.C. was packed by a steady stream of spectators. 
Space had been cleared in the center of the O.C., and several small the Death rules as he was going along. 
She certainly wouldn't put it past him to adlib his way through an entire card game.
In fact, the game that was about to follow was probably based on some series of 
algorithms that he had pondered while riding shuttles to the Rising Star - or any number 
of other chanceries - and likely perfected elsewhere over a few grogs, ambrosas and the 
odd Sagittarian ale, while looking at X - rated holovids and holoptics. 
Yeah, somehow or other, she and her accomplices had managed to make some 
testosterone driven fantasy come true, and put Starbuck in charge of how it would all play 
out.
'Well done, ladies' She thought ruefully.
Then again, if she really thought about it, here she was - yahrens after their romance - 
quite enjoying the view of the warrior relaxing in the chair across from her, seemingly 
wearing his near - nakedness as comfortably as anyone else in the OC wore their uniform. 
He was still in peak physical condition from triad and other... recreati? If anyone can manage this, you can…”
Starbuck agreed grinning and reminded Apollo that he was in charge of the drinks - 
support and he should better bring twice the normal amount…
Boxey was following all the talk.
And as soon as Starbuck tried to leave, Boxey started asking about the game, and why he 
could not take part in it…
Part 02 - Maggie Hutchison
"Drinks - support," it utrned out, was easy for Apollo to arrange 
with the size of the sectonly Pyramid game doubled, and with Colonel Tigh eagerly 
anticipating taking part in this game, the venue was officially changed from the barracks 
to the O.C.. 
Thus, suitable beverages were instantly available, albeit for a price, now, but it was a 
small inconvenience and worth it to have the game "officially sanctioned" by the Colonel.
Word of the impending game had spread faster then a Tylium leak, so as game time 
neared, the O.C. was packed by a steady stream of spectators. 
Space had been cleared in the center of the O.C., and several small t? If anyone can manage this, you can…”
Starbuck agreed grinning and reminded Apollo that he was in charge of the drinks - 
support and he should better bring twice the normal amount…
Boxey was following all the talk.
And as soon as Starbuck tried to leave, Boxey started asking about the game, and why he 
could not take part in it…
Part 02 - Maggie Hutchison
"Drinks - support," it utrned out, was easy for Apollo to arrange 
with the size of the sectonly Pyramid game doubled, and with Colonel Tigh eagerly 
anticipating taking part in this game, the venue was officially changed from the barracks 
to the O.C.. 
Thus, suitable beverages were instantly available, albeit for a price, now, but it was a 
small inconvenience and worth it to have the game "officially sanctioned" by the Colonel.
Word of the impending game had spread faster then a Tylium leak, so as game time 
neared, the O.C. was packed by a steady stream of spectators. 
Space had been cleared in the center of the O.C., and several small t? If anyone can manage this, you can…”
Starbuck agreed grinning and reminded Apollo that he was in charge of the drinks - 
support and he should better bring twice the normal amount…
Boxey was following all the talk.
And as soon as Starbuck tried to leave, Boxey started asking about the game, and why he 
could not take part in it…
Part 02 - Maggie Hutchison
"Drinks - support," it utrned out, was easy for Apollo to arrange 
with the size of the sectonly Pyramid game doubled, and with Colonel Tigh eagerly 
anticipating taking part in this game, the venue was officially changed from the barracks 
to the O.C.. 
Thus, suitable beverages were instantly available, albeit for a price, now, but it was a 
small inconvenience and worth it to have the game "officially sanctioned" by the Colonel.
Word of the impending game had spread faster then a Tylium leak, so as game time 
neared, the O.C. was packed by a steady stream of spectators. 
Space had been cleared in the center of the O.C., and several small te least, especially since Starbuck had taken the time to find three 
women to play against them, and had then somehow turned a quiet little game for six, 
into a grandstanding event that had attracted far too many spectators. 
Typical Starbuck. 
"It's just a friendly little game, Colonel. 
We'll have Apollo sit in. 
He was supposed to be part of this to begin with anyhow. 
I don't even quite know how he managed to worm his way out of it."
"I take my cards seriously, Lieutenant." 
Tigh replied with a curt nod in Apollo's direction, appreciative of the Strike Captain's 
generous offer to finally let him take part in the sectonly game. 
It had been a while since he'd spent an evening sitting around a card table, using his skill 
and luck against others, competing for cubits. 
In his day, he'd been quite the card Sharkon 
he'd made Starbuck look like a Pisces, unknowingly about to be swallowed whole by the 
expert card player.
"Yes, Sir." Boomer shrugged. 
They'd be quite the team. 
Tigh, with ae least, especially since Starbuck had taken the time to find three 
women to play against them, and had then somehow turned a quiet little game for six, 
into a grandstanding event that had attracted far too many spectators. 
Typical Starbuck. 
"It's just a friendly little game, Colonel. 
We'll have Apollo sit in. 
He was supposed to be part of this to begin with anyhow. 
I don't even quite know how he managed to worm his way out of it."
"I take my cards seriously, Lieutenant." 
Tigh replied with a curt nod in Apollo's direction, appreciative of the Strike Captain's 
generous offer to finally let him take part in the sectonly game. 
It had been a while since he'd spent an evening sitting around a card table, using his skill 
and luck against others, competing for cubits. 
In his day, he'd been quite the card Sharkon 
he'd made Starbuck look like a Pisces, unknowingly about to be swallowed whole by the 
expert card player.
"Yes, Sir." Boomer shrugged. 
They'd be quite the team. 
Tigh, with aables had been 
shoved together for the participants. 
As to who the particiapnts were, that was part of the building excitement. 
What had originally started as six individuals playing for the cubits had evolved into a 
"showdown." 
The men against the women. 
On one side: 
Starbuck, Boomer, and the Colonel. 
On the other...
Part 03 - Lisa Zaza
"Where's Athena?" Dietra asked Sheba. 
"She had something to take care of before the game." 
Sheba replied with a smirk. 
She glanced over her shoulder before taking a place at the card table beside Dee. 
Dietra leaned in closer to her. 
"She didn't?" 
"I don't know if she did, or didn't. 
I only know she intended to." Sheba whispered back.
"A drink, Colonel?" Boomer asked, as he glanced at the entrance to the OC for the 
sixteenth time in so many centons. 
"Where's Starbuck?" Tigh replied, glancing at his chrono. 
"If he doesn't get here in 2.2 centons, we're going to have to scrub him from the game." 
Boomer shrugged. 
It was unusual to say thonal activities he 
was known for, and her eyes travelled languorously over his well - toned chest and 
abdomen, before pausing to watch dreamily as his lips sucked lovingly on his fumarello 
for a long moment before...
“Get down!"
"Hands up!"
"Drop your weapons!"
"Don't move!"
The contradictory orders were barked with increasing intensity from various corners of 
the room, and the room fell silent as the stunned warriors realized that almost half of the 
occupants were now pointing weapons at the other half. 
The doors to the OC were abruptly closed and sealed.
"Oh... frack!" Starbuck muttered, raising his hands in the air. 
Apollo stilled his left hand resting on his weapon as a gun pressed behind his ear, and a 
voice growled, "I said... get down!" Gritting his teeth, the Strike Captain slowly dropped 
to his knees, the man's weapon continuing to apply pressure until he raised his hands and 
rested them behind his head.
"I'm down. 
Just don't hurt anyone." He looked around the room, discoables had been 
shoved together for the participants. 
As to who the particiapnts were, that was part of the building excitement. 
What had originally started as six individuals playing for the cubits had evolved into a 
"showdown." 
The men against the women. 
On one side: 
Starbuck, Boomer, and the Colonel. 
On the other...
Part 03 - Lisa Zaza
"Where's Athena?" Dietra asked Sheba. 
"She had something to take care of before the game." 
Sheba replied with a smirk. 
She glanced over her shoulder before taking a place at the card table beside Dee. 
Dietra leaned in closer to her. 
"She didn't?" 
"I don't know if she did, or didn't. 
I only know she intended to." Sheba whispered back.
"A drink, Colonel?" Boomer asked, as he glanced at the entrance to the OC for the 
sixteenth time in so many centons. 
"Where's Starbuck?" Tigh replied, glancing at his chrono. 
"If he doesn't get here in 2.2 centons, we're going to have to scrub him from the game." 
Boomer shrugged. 
It was unusual to say thables had been 
shoved together for the participants. 
As to who the particiapnts were, that was part of the building excitement. 
What had originally started as six individuals playing for the cubits had evolved into a 
"showdown." 
The men against the women. 
On one side: 
Starbuck, Boomer, and the Colonel. 
On the other...
Part 03 - Lisa Zaza
"Where's Athena?" Dietra asked Sheba. 
"She had something to take care of before the game." 
Sheba replied with a smirk. 
She glanced over her shoulder before taking a place at the card table beside Dee. 
Dietra leaned in closer to her. 
"She didn't?" 
"I don't know if she did, or didn't. 
I only know she intended to." Sheba whispered back.
"A drink, Colonel?" Boomer asked, as he glanced at the entrance to the OC for the 
sixteenth time in so many centons. 
"Where's Starbuck?" Tigh replied, glancing at his chrono. 
"If he doesn't get here in 2.2 centons, we're going to have to scrub him from the game." 
Boomer shrugged. 
It was unusual to say thables had been 
shoved together for the participants. 
As to who the particiapnts were, that was part of the building excitement. 
What had originally started as six individuals playing for the cubits had evolved into a 
"showdown." 
The men against the women. 
On one side: 
Starbuck, Boomer, and the Colonel. 
On the other...
Part 03 - Lisa Zaza
"Where's Athena?" Dietra asked Sheba. 
"She had something to take care of before the game." 
Sheba replied with a smirk. 
She glanced over her shoulder before taking a place at the card table beside Dee. 
Dietra leaned in closer to her. 
"She didn't?" 
"I don't know if she did, or didn't. 
I only know she intended to." Sheba whispered back.
"A drink, Colonel?" Boomer asked, as he glanced at the entrance to the OC for the 
sixteenth time in so many centons. 
"Where's Starbuck?" Tigh replied, glancing at his chrono. 
"If he doesn't get here in 2.2 centons, we're going to have to scrub him from the game." 
Boomer shrugged. 
It was unusual to say thn unknown skill set, taking things entirely too seriously 
Starbuck, far too lucky at cards, taking very little seriously, at least on the outside 
and Boomer, who had thought he was in it for a few laughs, and so far hadn't found a lot 
to laugh at, what with the change of venue, the added stress of spectators, and Apollo 
finding a way of weaselling out of all this. 
Oh, and now of course, their star player looked like he was going to be a no show. 
Oh well, at least he'd be looking across the table at three very attractive women for a few 
centars.
Oh, it was going to be a pyramid night to remember! 
Starbuck hit the control panel on the turbo lift, hitting it again immediately when he heard 
someone yelling to "hold the lift". 
The doors slid open again. 
Athena.
His eyebrows rose somewhere close to the Celestial Dome when he realized she was 
dressed to kill.
The dress was practically painted on her, clinging to her every curve suggestively, and 
the scent that wafted his way when she entn unknown skill set, taking things entirely too seriously 
Starbuck, far too lucky at cards, taking very little seriously, at least on the outside 
and Boomer, who had thought he was in it for a few laughs, and so far hadn't found a lot 
to laugh at, what with the change of venue, the added stress of spectators, and Apollo 
finding a way of weaselling out of all this. 
Oh, and now of course, their star player looked like he was going to be a no show. 
Oh well, at least he'd be looking across the table at three very attractive women for a few 
centars.
Oh, it was going to be a pyramid night to remember! 
Starbuck hit the control panel on the turbo lift, hitting it again immediately when he heard 
someone yelling to "hold the lift". 
The doors slid open again. 
Athena.
His eyebrows rose somewhere close to the Celestial Dome when he realized she was 
dressed to kill.
The dress was practically painted on her, clinging to her every curve suggestively, and 
the scent that wafted his way when she ente least, especially since Starbuck had taken the time to find three 
women to play against them, and had then somehow turned a quiet little game for six, 
into a grandstanding event that had attracted far too many spectators. 
Typical Starbuck. 
"It's just a friendly little game, Colonel. 
We'll have Apollo sit in. 
He was supposed to be part of this to begin with anyhow. 
I don't even quite know how he managed to worm his way out of it."
"I take my cards seriously, Lieutenant." 
Tigh replied with a curt nod in Apollo's direction, appreciative of the Strike Captain's 
generous offer to finally let him take part in the sectonly game. 
It had been a while since he'd spent an evening sitting around a card table, using his skill 
and luck against others, competing for cubits. 
In his day, he'd been quite the card Sharkon 
he'd made Starbuck look like a Pisces, unknowingly about to be swallowed whole by the 
expert card player.
"Yes, Sir." Boomer shrugged. 
They'd be quite the team. 
Tigh, with ae least, especially since Starbuck had taken the time to find three 
women to play against them, and had then somehow turned a quiet little game for six, 
into a grandstanding event that had attracted far too many spectators. 
Typical Starbuck. 
"It's just a friendly little game, Colonel. 
We'll have Apollo sit in. 
He was supposed to be part of this to begin with anyhow. 
I don't even quite know how he managed to worm his way out of it."
"I take my cards seriously, Lieutenant." 
Tigh replied with a curt nod in Apollo's direction, appreciative of the Strike Captain's 
generous offer to finally let him take part in the sectonly game. 
It had been a while since he'd spent an evening sitting around a card table, using his skill 
and luck against others, competing for cubits. 
In his day, he'd been quite the card Sharkon 
he'd made Starbuck look like a Pisces, unknowingly about to be swallowed whole by the 
expert card player.
"Yes, Sir." Boomer shrugged. 
They'd be quite the team. 
Tigh, with auraged to see that each and 
every warrior had been taken completely unaware, drawn in by the action at the pyramid 
table. 
Or the search for hot fudge sauce.
"Easy, now!" Tigh said calmly, realizing that he didn't recognize a single "warrior" that 
was now pointing a weapon... which didn't actually look to be Colonial issue... at the rest 
of them. 
“Who are you, and what do you want?"
"We're the voice of truth!" A stocky, blond man in an ill - fitting standard uniform 
stepped towards the card table, pointing his laser at the Colonel.
"Which truth is that?" Starbuck asked, as the man glared balefully at the XO. 
The weapon swung on him abruptly, as did the malevolent stare.
"The Destruction... " His voice dripped with contempt and anger.
Another voice rang out, "Wait a centon. 
The IFB cameras aren't on!"
"Oh." The insurgent paused, looking back at Zara in irritation.
"Are you covering this or not?"
"Zeke!" Zara nudged the cameraman with her right foot. 
"Wake up! 
This could be a Pulitze least, especially since Starbuck had taken the time to find three 
women to play against them, and had then somehow turned a quiet little game for six, 
into a grandstanding event that had attracted far too many spectators. 
Typical Starbuck. 
"It's just a friendly little game, Colonel. 
We'll have Apollo sit in. 
He was supposed to be part of this to begin with anyhow. 
I don't even quite know how he managed to worm his way out of it."
"I take my cards seriously, Lieutenant." 
Tigh replied with a curt nod in Apollo's direction, appreciative of the Strike Captain's 
generous offer to finally let him take part in the sectonly game. 
It had been a while since he'd spent an evening sitting around a card table, using his skill 
and luck against others, competing for cubits. 
In his day, he'd been quite the card Sharkon 
he'd made Starbuck look like a Pisces, unknowingly about to be swallowed whole by the 
expert card player.
"Yes, Sir." Boomer shrugged. 
They'd be quite the team. 
Tigh, with ae least, especially since Starbuck had taken the time to find three 
women to play against them, and had then somehow turned a quiet little game for six, 
into a grandstanding event that had attracted far too many spectators. 
Typical Starbuck. 
"It's just a friendly little game, Colonel. 
We'll have Apollo sit in. 
He was supposed to be part of this to begin with anyhow. 
I don't even quite know how he managed to worm his way out of it."
"I take my cards seriously, Lieutenant." 
Tigh replied with a curt nod in Apollo's direction, appreciative of the Strike Captain's 
generous offer to finally let him take part in the sectonly game. 
It had been a while since he'd spent an evening sitting around a card table, using his skill 
and luck against others, competing for cubits. 
In his day, he'd been quite the card Sharkon 
he'd made Starbuck look like a Pisces, unknowingly about to be swallowed whole by the 
expert card player.
"Yes, Sir." Boomer shrugged. 
They'd be quite the team. 
Tigh, with aered the lift was intoxicating.
He chewed his fumarello, biting it clean through, as he gawked at her. 
"Uh... you look... nice ." 
"Thank you." She murmured, through lowered eyelashes as she leaned past him hitting 
the level for Orlop Deck. 
He hadn't even realized that she had chosen the wrong level as he stood there ogling her 
with part of his fumarello stuck in his teeth, and the other part between his fingers. 
Athena pulled the cleaved smoke out from between his teeth, looking at it in amusement 
before replacing it with a wink. 
"This should be fun tonight. 
It's been a while since we... played ."
Starbuck cleared his throat, suddenly finding it difficult to form coherent words, never 
mind thoughts. 
He'd really better get this out of his system before the game. 
"Yeah, a long while. 
I thought that you and Omega... "
"Not anymore." She replied with a little shrug. 
"Kind of like you and Cassie." 
"Oh." Starbuck replied, thinking about that. 
It had been a little over a yahren sinered the lift was intoxicating.
He chewed his fumarello, biting it clean through, as he gawked at her. 
"Uh... you look... nice ." 
"Thank you." She murmured, through lowered eyelashes as she leaned past him hitting 
the level for Orlop Deck. 
He hadn't even realized that she had chosen the wrong level as he stood there ogling her 
with part of his fumarello stuck in his teeth, and the other part between his fingers. 
Athena pulled the cleaved smoke out from between his teeth, looking at it in amusement 
before replacing it with a wink. 
"This should be fun tonight. 
It's been a while since we... played ."
Starbuck cleared his throat, suddenly finding it difficult to form coherent words, never 
mind thoughts. 
He'd really better get this out of his system before the game. 
"Yeah, a long while. 
I thought that you and Omega... "
"Not anymore." She replied with a little shrug. 
"Kind of like you and Cassie." 
"Oh." Starbuck replied, thinking about that. 
It had been a little over a yahren sinn unknown skill set, taking things entirely too seriously 
Starbuck, far too lucky at cards, taking very little seriously, at least on the outside 
and Boomer, who had thought he was in it for a few laughs, and so far hadn't found a lot 
to laugh at, what with the change of venue, the added stress of spectators, and Apollo 
finding a way of weaselling out of all this. 
Oh, and now of course, their star player looked like he was going to be a no show. 
Oh well, at least he'd be looking across the table at three very attractive women for a few 
centars.
Oh, it was going to be a pyramid night to remember! 
Starbuck hit the control panel on the turbo lift, hitting it again immediately when he heard 
someone yelling to "hold the lift". 
The doors slid open again. 
Athena.
His eyebrows rose somewhere close to the Celestial Dome when he realized she was 
dressed to kill.
The dress was practically painted on her, clinging to her every curve suggestively, and 
the scent that wafted his way when she entn unknown skill set, taking things entirely too seriously 
Starbuck, far too lucky at cards, taking very little seriously, at least on the outside 
and Boomer, who had thought he was in it for a few laughs, and so far hadn't found a lot 
to laugh at, what with the change of venue, the added stress of spectators, and Apollo 
finding a way of weaselling out of all this. 
Oh, and now of course, their star player looked like he was going to be a no show. 
Oh well, at least he'd be looking across the table at three very attractive women for a few 
centars.
Oh, it was going to be a pyramid night to remember! 
Starbuck hit the control panel on the turbo lift, hitting it again immediately when he heard 
someone yelling to "hold the lift". 
The doors slid open again. 
Athena.
His eyebrows rose somewhere close to the Celestial Dome when he realized she was 
dressed to kill.
The dress was practically painted on her, clinging to her every curve suggestively, and 
the scent that wafted his way when she enton Prize if we get it right!"
"I'm on it." 
The young man swung into action... after he climbed up off the floor and picked up his 
IFB camera. 
"Okay, go ahead!"
Their apparent leader straightened his hair with his left hand and then took a deep breath. 
On exhalation, he screwed up his face and glared again at Starbuck.
"The Destruction... was an inside job!"
Starbuck stared blankly at them before snorting and rolling his eyes. 
"Duh! 
Ever hear of Baltar? 
The traitor." He shook his head in complete and utter annoyance that these yahoos had 
screwed up his perfect fantasy.
"Cell 123 on the prisoners' ship. 
First launch bay on the right. 
Turn left at the Astrodon Freighter. 
Ugly ship with Prison Barge in fracking big letters.
You can't miss it."
"Non - believer!"
"Mocker!"
"Ignoramus!"
"Show - off!"
The accusations were screeched with increasing frenzy, until Starbuck felt like breaking 
his fumarello in two, and stuffing both ends in his ears.
Fully lit.
Then the huge muzzle of n unknown skill set, taking things entirely too seriously 
Starbuck, far too lucky at cards, taking very little seriously, at least on the outside 
and Boomer, who had thought he was in it for a few laughs, and so far hadn't found a lot 
to laugh at, what with the change of venue, the added stress of spectators, and Apollo 
finding a way of weaselling out of all this. 
Oh, and now of course, their star player looked like he was going to be a no show. 
Oh well, at least he'd be looking across the table at three very attractive women for a few 
centars.
Oh, it was going to be a pyramid night to remember! 
Starbuck hit the control panel on the turbo lift, hitting it again immediately when he heard 
someone yelling to "hold the lift". 
The doors slid open again. 
Athena.
His eyebrows rose somewhere close to the Celestial Dome when he realized she was 
dressed to kill.
The dress was practically painted on her, clinging to her every curve suggestively, and 
the scent that wafted his way when she entn unknown skill set, taking things entirely too seriously 
Starbuck, far too lucky at cards, taking very little seriously, at least on the outside 
and Boomer, who had thought he was in it for a few laughs, and so far hadn't found a lot 
to laugh at, what with the change of venue, the added stress of spectators, and Apollo 
finding a way of weaselling out of all this. 
Oh, and now of course, their star player looked like he was going to be a no show. 
Oh well, at least he'd be looking across the table at three very attractive women for a few 
centars.
Oh, it was going to be a pyramid night to remember! 
Starbuck hit the control panel on the turbo lift, hitting it again immediately when he heard 
someone yelling to "hold the lift". 
The doors slid open again. 
Athena.
His eyebrows rose somewhere close to the Celestial Dome when he realized she was 
dressed to kill.
The dress was practically painted on her, clinging to her every curve suggestively, and 
the scent that wafted his way when she entce Cassiopeia had finally given up waiting for the 
marriage proposal that didn't seem forthcoming. 
Yeah, the yahrens had been good to Athena. 
She had filled out in all the right places, and that was doing things to his senses that 
wouldn't be conducive to playing cards.
" Oh ." Athena mimicked with a mischievous smile. 
"Is that all you have to say? 
I thought you were known for your way with words?"
"Not right now." He cleared his throat again, pulling the fumarello out of his mouth and 
moving closer to her. 
He fingered a stray lock of her hair. 
What with breaking up with Cassie, and a few too many long - range patrols, not to 
mention the fact that every red - blooded woman on the Galactica figured she had him 
pegged as some kind of love - 'em - and - leave'em Lothario, he hadn't exactly had a lot of 
dates lately. 
"Seems I'm a bit tongue - tied. 
It's been a while since someone's had that effect on me."
"Oh ," she replied, hesitating as he turned those baby blues on her. 
He lookce Cassiopeia had finally given up waiting for the 
marriage proposal that didn't seem forthcoming. 
Yeah, the yahrens had been good to Athena. 
She had filled out in all the right places, and that was doing things to his senses that 
wouldn't be conducive to playing cards.
" Oh ." Athena mimicked with a mischievous smile. 
"Is that all you have to say? 
I thought you were known for your way with words?"
"Not right now." He cleared his throat again, pulling the fumarello out of his mouth and 
moving closer to her. 
He fingered a stray lock of her hair. 
What with breaking up with Cassie, and a few too many long - range patrols, not to 
mention the fact that every red - blooded woman on the Galactica figured she had him 
pegged as some kind of love - 'em - and - leave'em Lothario, he hadn't exactly had a lot of 
dates lately. 
"Seems I'm a bit tongue - tied. 
It's been a while since someone's had that effect on me."
"Oh ," she replied, hesitating as he turned those baby blues on her. 
He lookered the lift was intoxicating.
He chewed his fumarello, biting it clean through, as he gawked at her. 
"Uh... you look... nice ." 
"Thank you." She murmured, through lowered eyelashes as she leaned past him hitting 
the level for Orlop Deck. 
He hadn't even realized that she had chosen the wrong level as he stood there ogling her 
with part of his fumarello stuck in his teeth, and the other part between his fingers. 
Athena pulled the cleaved smoke out from between his teeth, looking at it in amusement 
before replacing it with a wink. 
"This should be fun tonight. 
It's been a while since we... played ."
Starbuck cleared his throat, suddenly finding it difficult to form coherent words, never 
mind thoughts. 
He'd really better get this out of his system before the game. 
"Yeah, a long while. 
I thought that you and Omega... "
"Not anymore." She replied with a little shrug. 
"Kind of like you and Cassie." 
"Oh." Starbuck replied, thinking about that. 
It had been a little over a yahren sinered the lift was intoxicating.
He chewed his fumarello, biting it clean through, as he gawked at her. 
"Uh... you look... nice ." 
"Thank you." She murmured, through lowered eyelashes as she leaned past him hitting 
the level for Orlop Deck. 
He hadn't even realized that she had chosen the wrong level as he stood there ogling her 
with part of his fumarello stuck in his teeth, and the other part between his fingers. 
Athena pulled the cleaved smoke out from between his teeth, looking at it in amusement 
before replacing it with a wink. 
"This should be fun tonight. 
It's been a while since we... played ."
Starbuck cleared his throat, suddenly finding it difficult to form coherent words, never 
mind thoughts. 
He'd really better get this out of his system before the game. 
"Yeah, a long while. 
I thought that you and Omega... "
"Not anymore." She replied with a little shrug. 
"Kind of like you and Cassie." 
"Oh." Starbuck replied, thinking about that. 
It had been a little over a yahren sina weapon settled insistently on the back of his skull, and he 
gasped in a breath as the leader approached him slowly, his mien entirely too calm all of 
a sudden.
"Uh, why don't you tell us all about it?" 
The lieutenant suggested with an easy smile... that didn't come all that easily.
"Why don't I just?" The insurgent smiled in return.
Part 20 - Senmut
Suddenly, the insurgent said, loudly, 
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" as Muffit bit into his ankle. 
He turned, and...
Part 21 - Eugenia
... fired.
There was a squeal from Muffit before he fell over with a thud. 
Apollo hoped Wilker could fix the Daggit... again.
"Anyone else want to try something?" the insurgent said.
"Uh... no... now, where were we?" Starbuck said, leaning back to show that there was no 
possible way he had any concealed weapons on his person.
He smiled as he heard the ladies sigh. 
How many women did the invaders have? 
Where they wavering in their cause?
"Baltar isn't on the prison barge!" the insurgent snapped.
"Your Comered the lift was intoxicating.
He chewed his fumarello, biting it clean through, as he gawked at her. 
"Uh... you look... nice ." 
"Thank you." She murmured, through lowered eyelashes as she leaned past him hitting 
the level for Orlop Deck. 
He hadn't even realized that she had chosen the wrong level as he stood there ogling her 
with part of his fumarello stuck in his teeth, and the other part between his fingers. 
Athena pulled the cleaved smoke out from between his teeth, looking at it in amusement 
before replacing it with a wink. 
"This should be fun tonight. 
It's been a while since we... played ."
Starbuck cleared his throat, suddenly finding it difficult to form coherent words, never 
mind thoughts. 
He'd really better get this out of his system before the game. 
"Yeah, a long while. 
I thought that you and Omega... "
"Not anymore." She replied with a little shrug. 
"Kind of like you and Cassie." 
"Oh." Starbuck replied, thinking about that. 
It had been a little over a yahren sinered the lift was intoxicating.
He chewed his fumarello, biting it clean through, as he gawked at her. 
"Uh... you look... nice ." 
"Thank you." She murmured, through lowered eyelashes as she leaned past him hitting 
the level for Orlop Deck. 
He hadn't even realized that she had chosen the wrong level as he stood there ogling her 
with part of his fumarello stuck in his teeth, and the other part between his fingers. 
Athena pulled the cleaved smoke out from between his teeth, looking at it in amusement 
before replacing it with a wink. 
"This should be fun tonight. 
It's been a while since we... played ."
Starbuck cleared his throat, suddenly finding it difficult to form coherent words, never 
mind thoughts. 
He'd really better get this out of his system before the game. 
"Yeah, a long while. 
I thought that you and Omega... "
"Not anymore." She replied with a little shrug. 
"Kind of like you and Cassie." 
"Oh." Starbuck replied, thinking about that. 
It had been a little over a yahren sined entirely too serious, as his eyes ran over her hungrily. 
She looked at him critically for a moment. 
Really looked at him. 
Yeah, the yahrens had been good to him and he had definitely stayed in shape through 
Triad. 
Now, now, girl. 
Remember why you're here!
Then the doors slid open. 
He'd been entirely distracted by the vision of loveliness before him and hadn't even 
noticed the hit squad of women waiting for him. 
Suddenly, five sets of hands were pulling him from the lift, and still his eyes held 
Athena's as she shook her head almost regrettably and reached for the control panel once 
again.
"Sorry, Starbuck. 
Sometimes a lady needs to sweeten the pot a bit to increase her odds." 
"Hurry, Athena!" Brie shouted at her. 
"You've only got a centon to make it to the OC, and we have two sectons wages riding on 
this!"
"But... " Starbuck started to protest, then he was suddenly being pushed into a storage 
compartment. 
The door slid shut on him. 
Oh, yeah, it would be a night to remed entirely too serious, as his eyes ran over her hungrily. 
She looked at him critically for a moment. 
Really looked at him. 
Yeah, the yahrens had been good to him and he had definitely stayed in shape through 
Triad. 
Now, now, girl. 
Remember why you're here!
Then the doors slid open. 
He'd been entirely distracted by the vision of loveliness before him and hadn't even 
noticed the hit squad of women waiting for him. 
Suddenly, five sets of hands were pulling him from the lift, and still his eyes held 
Athena's as she shook her head almost regrettably and reached for the control panel once 
again.
"Sorry, Starbuck. 
Sometimes a lady needs to sweeten the pot a bit to increase her odds." 
"Hurry, Athena!" Brie shouted at her. 
"You've only got a centon to make it to the OC, and we have two sectons wages riding on 
this!"
"But... " Starbuck started to protest, then he was suddenly being pushed into a storage 
compartment. 
The door slid shut on him. 
Oh, yeah, it would be a night to remce Cassiopeia had finally given up waiting for the 
marriage proposal that didn't seem forthcoming. 
Yeah, the yahrens had been good to Athena. 
She had filled out in all the right places, and that was doing things to his senses that 
wouldn't be conducive to playing cards.
" Oh ." Athena mimicked with a mischievous smile. 
"Is that all you have to say? 
I thought you were known for your way with words?"
"Not right now." He cleared his throat again, pulling the fumarello out of his mouth and 
moving closer to her. 
He fingered a stray lock of her hair. 
What with breaking up with Cassie, and a few too many long - range patrols, not to 
mention the fact that every red - blooded woman on the Galactica figured she had him 
pegged as some kind of love - 'em - and - leave'em Lothario, he hadn't exactly had a lot of 
dates lately. 
"Seems I'm a bit tongue - tied. 
It's been a while since someone's had that effect on me."
"Oh ," she replied, hesitating as he turned those baby blues on her. 
He lookce Cassiopeia had finally given up waiting for the 
marriage proposal that didn't seem forthcoming. 
Yeah, the yahrens had been good to Athena. 
She had filled out in all the right places, and that was doing things to his senses that 
wouldn't be conducive to playing cards.
" Oh ." Athena mimicked with a mischievous smile. 
"Is that all you have to say? 
I thought you were known for your way with words?"
"Not right now." He cleared his throat again, pulling the fumarello out of his mouth and 
moving closer to her. 
He fingered a stray lock of her hair. 
What with breaking up with Cassie, and a few too many long - range patrols, not to 
mention the fact that every red - blooded woman on the Galactica figured she had him 
pegged as some kind of love - 'em - and - leave'em Lothario, he hadn't exactly had a lot of 
dates lately. 
"Seems I'm a bit tongue - tied. 
It's been a while since someone's had that effect on me."
"Oh ," she replied, hesitating as he turned those baby blues on her. 
He lookmander left him on Ascella, remember?"
"Oh, right, I had forgotten... " 
Starbuck glanced through the crowd at Apollo.
There seemed to be an awful lot of pistols pointed and none of them in familiar hands. 
By now the insurgents had relieved the Warriors of their weapons.
"And isn't it convenient Baltar is no longer available to provide information on just what 
happened?"
"Oh, come on, the guy would just lie - Ow!" 
Starbuck broke off as the blond insurgent hit the back of his head with the end of the gun.
"It was in exchange for the information he provided against the Cylons," Tigh said in a 
clipped voice.
"We didn't want to waste air and food on him anymore."
"Again, how convenient for you and Adama... "
"What? 
 
We had nothing to do with the Destruction!"
Tigh protested, angered by this upstart.
"Now, Colonel why don't we listen to what this gentleman has to say?" 
Zara asked smoothly, attempting to increase her chances of that Pulitzon Prize. 
"First, what is your name?"
Part 22 - Lce Cassiopeia had finally given up waiting for the 
marriage proposal that didn't seem forthcoming. 
Yeah, the yahrens had been good to Athena. 
She had filled out in all the right places, and that was doing things to his senses that 
wouldn't be conducive to playing cards.
" Oh ." Athena mimicked with a mischievous smile. 
"Is that all you have to say? 
I thought you were known for your way with words?"
"Not right now." He cleared his throat again, pulling the fumarello out of his mouth and 
moving closer to her. 
He fingered a stray lock of her hair. 
What with breaking up with Cassie, and a few too many long - range patrols, not to 
mention the fact that every red - blooded woman on the Galactica figured she had him 
pegged as some kind of love - 'em - and - leave'em Lothario, he hadn't exactly had a lot of 
dates lately. 
"Seems I'm a bit tongue - tied. 
It's been a while since someone's had that effect on me."
"Oh ," she replied, hesitating as he turned those baby blues on her. 
He lookce Cassiopeia had finally given up waiting for the 
marriage proposal that didn't seem forthcoming. 
Yeah, the yahrens had been good to Athena. 
She had filled out in all the right places, and that was doing things to his senses that 
wouldn't be conducive to playing cards.
" Oh ." Athena mimicked with a mischievous smile. 
"Is that all you have to say? 
I thought you were known for your way with words?"
"Not right now." He cleared his throat again, pulling the fumarello out of his mouth and 
moving closer to her. 
He fingered a stray lock of her hair. 
What with breaking up with Cassie, and a few too many long - range patrols, not to 
mention the fact that every red - blooded woman on the Galactica figured she had him 
pegged as some kind of love - 'em - and - leave'em Lothario, he hadn't exactly had a lot of 
dates lately. 
"Seems I'm a bit tongue - tied. 
It's been a while since someone's had that effect on me."
"Oh ," she replied, hesitating as he turned those baby blues on her. 
He lookember all right!
Part 04 - Senmut
Suddenly, back in the OC, Freeman the barkeep stood up, and in a loud voice, announced 
to the assembled Warriors...
Part 05 - Eugenia
"Hey, who let the kid in here?"
"Er... um... I couldn't find anyone to watch over him... " Apollo mumbled.
"Dad, I keep telling you. 
I'm old enough to watch over myself," Boxey said. 
Muffet bark. 
To Apollo it sounded like the daggit was laughing.
"Yeah, right, like on the Ice Planet."
"That was yahrens ago." 
Boxey hopped up onto a stool at the bar. 
Freeman looked at him and then Apollo.
"He's underage."
"Come on, Freeman, everyone's here. 
Just give him some juice."
"Except Starbuck. 
Funny, Starbuck turning down a big game."
"Apollo," Boomer called, seeing the Captain. 
"Where is Starbuck?"
"I don't know. He was on his way here the last I saw him."
Meanwhile, some distance away in another ship, a cascade of pyramid cards rained 
downed upon a metal table. 
Boredom was asserting itself elsewhere. 
"You're never gember all right!
Part 04 - Senmut
Suddenly, back in the OC, Freeman the barkeep stood up, and in a loud voice, announced 
to the assembled Warriors...
Part 05 - Eugenia
"Hey, who let the kid in here?"
"Er... um... I couldn't find anyone to watch over him... " Apollo mumbled.
"Dad, I keep telling you. 
I'm old enough to watch over myself," Boxey said. 
Muffet bark. 
To Apollo it sounded like the daggit was laughing.
"Yeah, right, like on the Ice Planet."
"That was yahrens ago." 
Boxey hopped up onto a stool at the bar. 
Freeman looked at him and then Apollo.
"He's underage."
"Come on, Freeman, everyone's here. 
Just give him some juice."
"Except Starbuck. 
Funny, Starbuck turning down a big game."
"Apollo," Boomer called, seeing the Captain. 
"Where is Starbuck?"
"I don't know. He was on his way here the last I saw him."
Meanwhile, some distance away in another ship, a cascade of pyramid cards rained 
downed upon a metal table. 
Boredom was asserting itself elsewhere. 
"You're never ged entirely too serious, as his eyes ran over her hungrily. 
She looked at him critically for a moment. 
Really looked at him. 
Yeah, the yahrens had been good to him and he had definitely stayed in shape through 
Triad. 
Now, now, girl. 
Remember why you're here!
Then the doors slid open. 
He'd been entirely distracted by the vision of loveliness before him and hadn't even 
noticed the hit squad of women waiting for him. 
Suddenly, five sets of hands were pulling him from the lift, and still his eyes held 
Athena's as she shook her head almost regrettably and reached for the control panel once 
again.
"Sorry, Starbuck. 
Sometimes a lady needs to sweeten the pot a bit to increase her odds." 
"Hurry, Athena!" Brie shouted at her. 
"You've only got a centon to make it to the OC, and we have two sectons wages riding on 
this!"
"But... " Starbuck started to protest, then he was suddenly being pushed into a storage 
compartment. 
The door slid shut on him. 
Oh, yeah, it would be a night to remed entirely too serious, as his eyes ran over her hungrily. 
She looked at him critically for a moment. 
Really looked at him. 
Yeah, the yahrens had been good to him and he had definitely stayed in shape through 
Triad. 
Now, now, girl. 
Remember why you're here!
Then the doors slid open. 
He'd been entirely distracted by the vision of loveliness before him and hadn't even 
noticed the hit squad of women waiting for him. 
Suddenly, five sets of hands were pulling him from the lift, and still his eyes held 
Athena's as she shook her head almost regrettably and reached for the control panel once 
again.
"Sorry, Starbuck. 
Sometimes a lady needs to sweeten the pot a bit to increase her odds." 
"Hurry, Athena!" Brie shouted at her. 
"You've only got a centon to make it to the OC, and we have two sectons wages riding on 
this!"
"But... " Starbuck started to protest, then he was suddenly being pushed into a storage 
compartment. 
The door slid shut on him. 
Oh, yeah, it would be a night to remisa Zaza
The stocky, blond insurgent turned towards Zara, nodding in a manner that would have 
been considered courteous, had he not been holding a weapon over the smouldering 
daggit. 
 
"My name is Yuuma." 
He paused as he looked around the room at the disarmed warriors that had been so easily 
duped. 
 
"On Virgon, where I come from, it means 'truth'. 
 
That is what we are bringing to the people of the Fleet. 
 
The truth." 
 
His eyes narrowed as the near - naked warrior at the card table stared at him dubiously. 
 
"I know you."
"I know you too, pal." 
Starbuck returned dispassionately, wincing slightly as Athena kicked him in the shin 
under the table.
Now that surprised Yuuma. 
 
"I don't recall ever meeting you, face to face before. 
 
From where, Warrior?" 
He used the word like an expletive, conveying the deep contempt he felt for these people.
"You're classic 'booby hatch' material." Starbuck replied with a faint smile. 
 
"People like you despise authority and order, ed entirely too serious, as his eyes ran over her hungrily. 
She looked at him critically for a moment. 
Really looked at him. 
Yeah, the yahrens had been good to him and he had definitely stayed in shape through 
Triad. 
Now, now, girl. 
Remember why you're here!
Then the doors slid open. 
He'd been entirely distracted by the vision of loveliness before him and hadn't even 
noticed the hit squad of women waiting for him. 
Suddenly, five sets of hands were pulling him from the lift, and still his eyes held 
Athena's as she shook her head almost regrettably and reached for the control panel once 
again.
"Sorry, Starbuck. 
Sometimes a lady needs to sweeten the pot a bit to increase her odds." 
"Hurry, Athena!" Brie shouted at her. 
"You've only got a centon to make it to the OC, and we have two sectons wages riding on 
this!"
"But... " Starbuck started to protest, then he was suddenly being pushed into a storage 
compartment. 
The door slid shut on him. 
Oh, yeah, it would be a night to remed entirely too serious, as his eyes ran over her hungrily. 
She looked at him critically for a moment. 
Really looked at him. 
Yeah, the yahrens had been good to him and he had definitely stayed in shape through 
Triad. 
Now, now, girl. 
Remember why you're here!
Then the doors slid open. 
He'd been entirely distracted by the vision of loveliness before him and hadn't even 
noticed the hit squad of women waiting for him. 
Suddenly, five sets of hands were pulling him from the lift, and still his eyes held 
Athena's as she shook her head almost regrettably and reached for the control panel once 
again.
"Sorry, Starbuck. 
Sometimes a lady needs to sweeten the pot a bit to increase her odds." 
"Hurry, Athena!" Brie shouted at her. 
"You've only got a centon to make it to the OC, and we have two sectons wages riding on 
this!"
"But... " Starbuck started to protest, then he was suddenly being pushed into a storage 
compartment. 
The door slid shut on him. 
Oh, yeah, it would be a night to remoing to understand this!"
"I'm trying my best."
"How the Alliance ever managed to accomplish anything is beyond me."
The speaker gathered up the cards scattered across the table and leaned over to fetch the 
remainder that had fallen to the floor.
"Perhaps you could explain what you call 'bluffing' again?" 
A silky smooth voice said. 
"It seems quite pointless to lie when you are holding a losing set of cards."
"It's what humans do. Sometimes it works."
"Why would it work? 
It is quite easy for me, a superior being to detect when you are lying, or bluffing as you 
would prefer to say."
"How so?" The man froze in the act of dealing.
"It is quite obvious. 
I can detect the change in your biological functions."
"Then for the purposes of this diversion, 
turn those sensors in your sparkling head off," he said.
"And leave myself not in possession of my full sensor array?" 
"Yes!" 
"But that would leave me at a disadvantage." 
"You already have an advantage even Starbuck would envy... a face thaoing to understand this!"
"I'm trying my best."
"How the Alliance ever managed to accomplish anything is beyond me."
The speaker gathered up the cards scattered across the table and leaned over to fetch the 
remainder that had fallen to the floor.
"Perhaps you could explain what you call 'bluffing' again?" 
A silky smooth voice said. 
"It seems quite pointless to lie when you are holding a losing set of cards."
"It's what humans do. Sometimes it works."
"Why would it work? 
It is quite easy for me, a superior being to detect when you are lying, or bluffing as you 
would prefer to say."
"How so?" The man froze in the act of dealing.
"It is quite obvious. 
I can detect the change in your biological functions."
"Then for the purposes of this diversion, 
turn those sensors in your sparkling head off," he said.
"And leave myself not in possession of my full sensor array?" 
"Yes!" 
"But that would leave me at a disadvantage." 
"You already have an advantage even Starbuck would envy... a face thaember all right!
Part 04 - Senmut
Suddenly, back in the OC, Freeman the barkeep stood up, and in a loud voice, announced 
to the assembled Warriors...
Part 05 - Eugenia
"Hey, who let the kid in here?"
"Er... um... I couldn't find anyone to watch over him... " Apollo mumbled.
"Dad, I keep telling you. 
I'm old enough to watch over myself," Boxey said. 
Muffet bark. 
To Apollo it sounded like the daggit was laughing.
"Yeah, right, like on the Ice Planet."
"That was yahrens ago." 
Boxey hopped up onto a stool at the bar. 
Freeman looked at him and then Apollo.
"He's underage."
"Come on, Freeman, everyone's here. 
Just give him some juice."
"Except Starbuck. 
Funny, Starbuck turning down a big game."
"Apollo," Boomer called, seeing the Captain. 
"Where is Starbuck?"
"I don't know. He was on his way here the last I saw him."
Meanwhile, some distance away in another ship, a cascade of pyramid cards rained 
downed upon a metal table. 
Boredom was asserting itself elsewhere. 
"You're never gember all right!
Part 04 - Senmut
Suddenly, back in the OC, Freeman the barkeep stood up, and in a loud voice, announced 
to the assembled Warriors...
Part 05 - Eugenia
"Hey, who let the kid in here?"
"Er... um... I couldn't find anyone to watch over him... " Apollo mumbled.
"Dad, I keep telling you. 
I'm old enough to watch over myself," Boxey said. 
Muffet bark. 
To Apollo it sounded like the daggit was laughing.
"Yeah, right, like on the Ice Planet."
"That was yahrens ago." 
Boxey hopped up onto a stool at the bar. 
Freeman looked at him and then Apollo.
"He's underage."
"Come on, Freeman, everyone's here. 
Just give him some juice."
"Except Starbuck. 
Funny, Starbuck turning down a big game."
"Apollo," Boomer called, seeing the Captain. 
"Where is Starbuck?"
"I don't know. He was on his way here the last I saw him."
Meanwhile, some distance away in another ship, a cascade of pyramid cards rained 
downed upon a metal table. 
Boredom was asserting itself elsewhere. 
"You're never gand do their best to get the masses - the 
average responsible, intelligent individual in society - to second - guess everything they 
believe in with your damn conspiracy theories."
"Silence!" Another shouted, charging towards Starbuck with his weapon raised.
"Calm yourself, Snark." Yuuma ordered the man whose eyes bugged from his head, and 
nostrils flared with the depth of his anger. 
 
Their members had kept these feeling pent up for far too long. 
 
Had been called fools or rebels, and had been mocked by people such as this warrior for 
sectars on end as they tried to get their message out on a smaller level, as they tried to get 
the average citizen to use his brain, instead of simply believing the lies and rhetoric that 
their leaders spouted so easily. 
"Yours is exactly the response he is trying to achieve."
"He!" The man stopped at the table, pointing the laser directly at Starbuck's temple. 
 
"He is one of those who perpetuates the myth that Adama created to lead us all on this 
fember all right!
Part 04 - Senmut
Suddenly, back in the OC, Freeman the barkeep stood up, and in a loud voice, announced 
to the assembled Warriors...
Part 05 - Eugenia
"Hey, who let the kid in here?"
"Er... um... I couldn't find anyone to watch over him... " Apollo mumbled.
"Dad, I keep telling you. 
I'm old enough to watch over myself," Boxey said. 
Muffet bark. 
To Apollo it sounded like the daggit was laughing.
"Yeah, right, like on the Ice Planet."
"That was yahrens ago." 
Boxey hopped up onto a stool at the bar. 
Freeman looked at him and then Apollo.
"He's underage."
"Come on, Freeman, everyone's here. 
Just give him some juice."
"Except Starbuck. 
Funny, Starbuck turning down a big game."
"Apollo," Boomer called, seeing the Captain. 
"Where is Starbuck?"
"I don't know. He was on his way here the last I saw him."
Meanwhile, some distance away in another ship, a cascade of pyramid cards rained 
downed upon a metal table. 
Boredom was asserting itself elsewhere. 
"You're never gember all right!
Part 04 - Senmut
Suddenly, back in the OC, Freeman the barkeep stood up, and in a loud voice, announced 
to the assembled Warriors...
Part 05 - Eugenia
"Hey, who let the kid in here?"
"Er... um... I couldn't find anyone to watch over him... " Apollo mumbled.
"Dad, I keep telling you. 
I'm old enough to watch over myself," Boxey said. 
Muffet bark. 
To Apollo it sounded like the daggit was laughing.
"Yeah, right, like on the Ice Planet."
"That was yahrens ago." 
Boxey hopped up onto a stool at the bar. 
Freeman looked at him and then Apollo.
"He's underage."
"Come on, Freeman, everyone's here. 
Just give him some juice."
"Except Starbuck. 
Funny, Starbuck turning down a big game."
"Apollo," Boomer called, seeing the Captain. 
"Where is Starbuck?"
"I don't know. He was on his way here the last I saw him."
Meanwhile, some distance away in another ship, a cascade of pyramid cards rained 
downed upon a metal table. 
Boredom was asserting itself elsewhere. 
"You're never gt no one - man or 
machine - can read," Baltar snarled as he picked up his set of cards.
Part 06 - Vaughnnie
As the OC began to fill to capacity, Apollo started to get anxious. 
It didn’t help any that his little sister was tapping her fingers and asking every thirty 
milicentons, “So, are we playing cards or what?”
“As soon as Starbuck gets here we’ll get going, okay?”
Apollo answered, frantically pouring drinks while also getting the blender going with a 
new batch of fruity foo foos. 
“So, couldn’t find any clothing that was in one piece Little Sis?” Apollo hissed.
Oh yeah, he was annoyed. 
This was supposed to be a friendly game, something to raise morale, but instead
it looked like it had turned into the Lords of Kobol Caged Duel to the Death. 
Nearly every warrior had a wager on the game large enough to disrupt the fleet's
economy, Colonel Tigh had a smile like a sharkon on his face, and the girls had all 
dressed as if they were headed to a concert by the latest singing sensation. 
In ft no one - man or 
machine - can read," Baltar snarled as he picked up his set of cards.
Part 06 - Vaughnnie
As the OC began to fill to capacity, Apollo started to get anxious. 
It didn’t help any that his little sister was tapping her fingers and asking every thirty 
milicentons, “So, are we playing cards or what?”
“As soon as Starbuck gets here we’ll get going, okay?”
Apollo answered, frantically pouring drinks while also getting the blender going with a 
new batch of fruity foo foos. 
“So, couldn’t find any clothing that was in one piece Little Sis?” Apollo hissed.
Oh yeah, he was annoyed. 
This was supposed to be a friendly game, something to raise morale, but instead
it looked like it had turned into the Lords of Kobol Caged Duel to the Death. 
Nearly every warrior had a wager on the game large enough to disrupt the fleet's
economy, Colonel Tigh had a smile like a sharkon on his face, and the girls had all 
dressed as if they were headed to a concert by the latest singing sensation. 
In foing to understand this!"
"I'm trying my best."
"How the Alliance ever managed to accomplish anything is beyond me."
The speaker gathered up the cards scattered across the table and leaned over to fetch the 
remainder that had fallen to the floor.
"Perhaps you could explain what you call 'bluffing' again?" 
A silky smooth voice said. 
"It seems quite pointless to lie when you are holding a losing set of cards."
"It's what humans do. Sometimes it works."
"Why would it work? 
It is quite easy for me, a superior being to detect when you are lying, or bluffing as you 
would prefer to say."
"How so?" The man froze in the act of dealing.
"It is quite obvious. 
I can detect the change in your biological functions."
"Then for the purposes of this diversion, 
turn those sensors in your sparkling head off," he said.
"And leave myself not in possession of my full sensor array?" 
"Yes!" 
"But that would leave me at a disadvantage." 
"You already have an advantage even Starbuck would envy... a face thaoing to understand this!"
"I'm trying my best."
"How the Alliance ever managed to accomplish anything is beyond me."
The speaker gathered up the cards scattered across the table and leaned over to fetch the 
remainder that had fallen to the floor.
"Perhaps you could explain what you call 'bluffing' again?" 
A silky smooth voice said. 
"It seems quite pointless to lie when you are holding a losing set of cards."
"It's what humans do. Sometimes it works."
"Why would it work? 
It is quite easy for me, a superior being to detect when you are lying, or bluffing as you 
would prefer to say."
"How so?" The man froze in the act of dealing.
"It is quite obvious. 
I can detect the change in your biological functions."
"Then for the purposes of this diversion, 
turn those sensors in your sparkling head off," he said.
"And leave myself not in possession of my full sensor array?" 
"Yes!" 
"But that would leave me at a disadvantage." 
"You already have an advantage even Starbuck would envy... a face thaabricated and pointless quest ... " Malevolence and disdain dripped from his voice.
"Hold it!" Boomer inserted nervously, wishing Starbuck could just learn just once from 
his previous experiences that crazed and incensed people had a tendency to want to use 
him for close range target practice when he shot his big mouth off. 
 
"Are you trying to say that you think that the Destruction was ... some kind of ruse? 
Why?"
"Two - hundred and twenty ships were all that survived out of all the billions of people in 
the Twelve Colonies and outer settlements?" Yuuma replied scathingly. 
"Do you actually think that we believe that? 
 
That we don't realize that we were part of a small test group of designated space - rats 
fated to cross the universe to in search of the fabled Thirteenth Tribe? 
 
That this entire journey is because religious zealots were trying to substantiate long 
forgotten legends to lend credence to an ancient tome that is losing popularity with a 
nation of people who have beenoing to understand this!"
"I'm trying my best."
"How the Alliance ever managed to accomplish anything is beyond me."
The speaker gathered up the cards scattered across the table and leaned over to fetch the 
remainder that had fallen to the floor.
"Perhaps you could explain what you call 'bluffing' again?" 
A silky smooth voice said. 
"It seems quite pointless to lie when you are holding a losing set of cards."
"It's what humans do. Sometimes it works."
"Why would it work? 
It is quite easy for me, a superior being to detect when you are lying, or bluffing as you 
would prefer to say."
"How so?" The man froze in the act of dealing.
"It is quite obvious. 
I can detect the change in your biological functions."
"Then for the purposes of this diversion, 
turn those sensors in your sparkling head off," he said.
"And leave myself not in possession of my full sensor array?" 
"Yes!" 
"But that would leave me at a disadvantage." 
"You already have an advantage even Starbuck would envy... a face thaoing to understand this!"
"I'm trying my best."
"How the Alliance ever managed to accomplish anything is beyond me."
The speaker gathered up the cards scattered across the table and leaned over to fetch the 
remainder that had fallen to the floor.
"Perhaps you could explain what you call 'bluffing' again?" 
A silky smooth voice said. 
"It seems quite pointless to lie when you are holding a losing set of cards."
"It's what humans do. Sometimes it works."
"Why would it work? 
It is quite easy for me, a superior being to detect when you are lying, or bluffing as you 
would prefer to say."
"How so?" The man froze in the act of dealing.
"It is quite obvious. 
I can detect the change in your biological functions."
"Then for the purposes of this diversion, 
turn those sensors in your sparkling head off," he said.
"And leave myself not in possession of my full sensor array?" 
"Yes!" 
"But that would leave me at a disadvantage." 
"You already have an advantage even Starbuck would envy... a face thaact, he didn’t recall Sheba ever dressing that well for any of their dates.
And Athena’s outfit was downright scandalous! 
Apollo wondered fleetingly if it was left over from Cassiopea’s previous career, then 
chided himself. 
Even Cassiopea wouldn’t have dressed that …that…He couldn’t believe he was about to 
associate the word “trampy” with his little sister!
“What? This old thing? I always wear this to play cards.” 
She flashed a cutesy grin his way, the same one that always won his mother and father 
over to her side.
Apollo was about to give Athena a piece of his mind, when the Colonel spoke up in a 
tone of voice he usually reserved for issuing commands on the bridge, “It’s time to 
begin.”
Boomer grumbled, “This is just like Starbuck. He can’t even handle the responsibility of 
a card game.”
“I guess I could sit in for him until he arrives.” 
Apollo sighed.
“NO!” Every male voice in the room shouted in unison.
“I’m not that bad at cards.” 
Apollo said quietly.
“Yes you are.” 
Severaact, he didn’t recall Sheba ever dressing that well for any of their dates.
And Athena’s outfit was downright scandalous! 
Apollo wondered fleetingly if it was left over from Cassiopea’s previous career, then 
chided himself. 
Even Cassiopea wouldn’t have dressed that …that…He couldn’t believe he was about to 
associate the word “trampy” with his little sister!
“What? This old thing? I always wear this to play cards.” 
She flashed a cutesy grin his way, the same one that always won his mother and father 
over to her side.
Apollo was about to give Athena a piece of his mind, when the Colonel spoke up in a 
tone of voice he usually reserved for issuing commands on the bridge, “It’s time to 
begin.”
Boomer grumbled, “This is just like Starbuck. He can’t even handle the responsibility of 
a card game.”
“I guess I could sit in for him until he arrives.” 
Apollo sighed.
“NO!” Every male voice in the room shouted in unison.
“I’m not that bad at cards.” 
Apollo said quietly.
“Yes you are.” 
Severat no one - man or 
machine - can read," Baltar snarled as he picked up his set of cards.
Part 06 - Vaughnnie
As the OC began to fill to capacity, Apollo started to get anxious. 
It didn’t help any that his little sister was tapping her fingers and asking every thirty 
milicentons, “So, are we playing cards or what?”
“As soon as Starbuck gets here we’ll get going, okay?”
Apollo answered, frantically pouring drinks while also getting the blender going with a 
new batch of fruity foo foos. 
“So, couldn’t find any clothing that was in one piece Little Sis?” Apollo hissed.
Oh yeah, he was annoyed. 
This was supposed to be a friendly game, something to raise morale, but instead
it looked like it had turned into the Lords of Kobol Caged Duel to the Death. 
Nearly every warrior had a wager on the game large enough to disrupt the fleet's
economy, Colonel Tigh had a smile like a sharkon on his face, and the girls had all 
dressed as if they were headed to a concert by the latest singing sensation. 
In ft no one - man or 
machine - can read," Baltar snarled as he picked up his set of cards.
Part 06 - Vaughnnie
As the OC began to fill to capacity, Apollo started to get anxious. 
It didn’t help any that his little sister was tapping her fingers and asking every thirty 
milicentons, “So, are we playing cards or what?”
“As soon as Starbuck gets here we’ll get going, okay?”
Apollo answered, frantically pouring drinks while also getting the blender going with a 
new batch of fruity foo foos. 
“So, couldn’t find any clothing that was in one piece Little Sis?” Apollo hissed.
Oh yeah, he was annoyed. 
This was supposed to be a friendly game, something to raise morale, but instead
it looked like it had turned into the Lords of Kobol Caged Duel to the Death. 
Nearly every warrior had a wager on the game large enough to disrupt the fleet's
economy, Colonel Tigh had a smile like a sharkon on his face, and the girls had all 
dressed as if they were headed to a concert by the latest singing sensation. 
In f at war for a thousand yahren?"
Starbuck burst out of his seat, upsetting the table as he roared in return, "Do you know 
how many Colonial Warriors lost their lives trying to defend the Colonies that day ... how 
many civilians were incinerated in wave after wave of Cylon strafing runs ... "
Every weapon - and one IFB camera - trained on the incensed warrior immediately.
"A lot fewer than were reported to us, Lieutenant." Yuuma returned quietly. 
 
"Now sit down, or we will shoot you."
The sound of Tigh's chair being shoved back roughly seemed to fill the room. 
"Then you'll have to shoot me too," he said as he climbed to his feet alongside the 
lieutenant.
Part 23 - Maggie Hutchison
The Virgon opened his mouth to say something, but the sound of other chairs sliding 
across the floor silenced him. 
Boomer, Athena, and all of the warriors now stood, shoulder to shoulder, staring 
resolutely at the insurgents. 
 
The only sound audible was muted breathing. 
 
Finally, Yuuma raised his chin, t no one - man or 
machine - can read," Baltar snarled as he picked up his set of cards.
Part 06 - Vaughnnie
As the OC began to fill to capacity, Apollo started to get anxious. 
It didn’t help any that his little sister was tapping her fingers and asking every thirty 
milicentons, “So, are we playing cards or what?”
“As soon as Starbuck gets here we’ll get going, okay?”
Apollo answered, frantically pouring drinks while also getting the blender going with a 
new batch of fruity foo foos. 
“So, couldn’t find any clothing that was in one piece Little Sis?” Apollo hissed.
Oh yeah, he was annoyed. 
This was supposed to be a friendly game, something to raise morale, but instead
it looked like it had turned into the Lords of Kobol Caged Duel to the Death. 
Nearly every warrior had a wager on the game large enough to disrupt the fleet's
economy, Colonel Tigh had a smile like a sharkon on his face, and the girls had all 
dressed as if they were headed to a concert by the latest singing sensation. 
In ft no one - man or 
machine - can read," Baltar snarled as he picked up his set of cards.
Part 06 - Vaughnnie
As the OC began to fill to capacity, Apollo started to get anxious. 
It didn’t help any that his little sister was tapping her fingers and asking every thirty 
milicentons, “So, are we playing cards or what?”
“As soon as Starbuck gets here we’ll get going, okay?”
Apollo answered, frantically pouring drinks while also getting the blender going with a 
new batch of fruity foo foos. 
“So, couldn’t find any clothing that was in one piece Little Sis?” Apollo hissed.
Oh yeah, he was annoyed. 
This was supposed to be a friendly game, something to raise morale, but instead
it looked like it had turned into the Lords of Kobol Caged Duel to the Death. 
Nearly every warrior had a wager on the game large enough to disrupt the fleet's
economy, Colonel Tigh had a smile like a sharkon on his face, and the girls had all 
dressed as if they were headed to a concert by the latest singing sensation. 
In fl voices answered back, including Boomer and Colonel Tigh’s.
“So what do you suggest we do then?” Apollo replied exasperated. 
His blender was beginning to overflow with sticky fruity slush. 
He felt a tug on his tunic.
“I could sit in for Starbuck.” Boxey spoke up confidently.
“I don’t think so Boxey. You aren’t even supposed to be here. 
Now go sit and watch and don’t bother the adults.” 
Apollo shooed Boxey over to his stool.
“But Starbuck taught me everything I know. 
I play just like he does. 
I usually beat him and he’s not letting me win like you do.” 
Boxey whined.
“You know, he has a point.” 
Boomer added.
Apollo shot him a look that said plainly, “Don’t encourage him!”
“I think it’s a fantastic idea!” Athena said, “I mean, until Starbuck gets here, don’t you 
agree girls?” 
Every female in the room nodded their head, as many of the males began to complain.
Then a voice from the doorway joined the discussion, ending all arguments. 
“I agree. It’s a fantastic idea. I’ll help him, thl voices answered back, including Boomer and Colonel Tigh’s.
“So what do you suggest we do then?” Apollo replied exasperated. 
His blender was beginning to overflow with sticky fruity slush. 
He felt a tug on his tunic.
“I could sit in for Starbuck.” Boxey spoke up confidently.
“I don’t think so Boxey. You aren’t even supposed to be here. 
Now go sit and watch and don’t bother the adults.” 
Apollo shooed Boxey over to his stool.
“But Starbuck taught me everything I know. 
I play just like he does. 
I usually beat him and he’s not letting me win like you do.” 
Boxey whined.
“You know, he has a point.” 
Boomer added.
Apollo shot him a look that said plainly, “Don’t encourage him!”
“I think it’s a fantastic idea!” Athena said, “I mean, until Starbuck gets here, don’t you 
agree girls?” 
Every female in the room nodded their head, as many of the males began to complain.
Then a voice from the doorway joined the discussion, ending all arguments. 
“I agree. It’s a fantastic idea. I’ll help him, thact, he didn’t recall Sheba ever dressing that well for any of their dates.
And Athena’s outfit was downright scandalous! 
Apollo wondered fleetingly if it was left over from Cassiopea’s previous career, then 
chided himself. 
Even Cassiopea wouldn’t have dressed that …that…He couldn’t believe he was about to 
associate the word “trampy” with his little sister!
“What? This old thing? I always wear this to play cards.” 
She flashed a cutesy grin his way, the same one that always won his mother and father 
over to her side.
Apollo was about to give Athena a piece of his mind, when the Colonel spoke up in a 
tone of voice he usually reserved for issuing commands on the bridge, “It’s time to 
begin.”
Boomer grumbled, “This is just like Starbuck. He can’t even handle the responsibility of 
a card game.”
“I guess I could sit in for him until he arrives.” 
Apollo sighed.
“NO!” Every male voice in the room shouted in unison.
“I’m not that bad at cards.” 
Apollo said quietly.
“Yes you are.” 
Severaact, he didn’t recall Sheba ever dressing that well for any of their dates.
And Athena’s outfit was downright scandalous! 
Apollo wondered fleetingly if it was left over from Cassiopea’s previous career, then 
chided himself. 
Even Cassiopea wouldn’t have dressed that …that…He couldn’t believe he was about to 
associate the word “trampy” with his little sister!
“What? This old thing? I always wear this to play cards.” 
She flashed a cutesy grin his way, the same one that always won his mother and father 
over to her side.
Apollo was about to give Athena a piece of his mind, when the Colonel spoke up in a 
tone of voice he usually reserved for issuing commands on the bridge, “It’s time to 
begin.”
Boomer grumbled, “This is just like Starbuck. He can’t even handle the responsibility of 
a card game.”
“I guess I could sit in for him until he arrives.” 
Apollo sighed.
“NO!” Every male voice in the room shouted in unison.
“I’m not that bad at cards.” 
Apollo said quietly.
“Yes you are.” 
Severaact, he didn’t recall Sheba ever dressing that well for any of their dates.
And Athena’s outfit was downright scandalous! 
Apollo wondered fleetingly if it was left over from Cassiopea’s previous career, then 
chided himself. 
Even Cassiopea wouldn’t have dressed that …that…He couldn’t believe he was about to 
associate the word “trampy” with his little sister!
“What? This old thing? I always wear this to play cards.” 
She flashed a cutesy grin his way, the same one that always won his mother and father 
over to her side.
Apollo was about to give Athena a piece of his mind, when the Colonel spoke up in a 
tone of voice he usually reserved for issuing commands on the bridge, “It’s time to 
begin.”
Boomer grumbled, “This is just like Starbuck. He can’t even handle the responsibility of 
a card game.”
“I guess I could sit in for him until he arrives.” 
Apollo sighed.
“NO!” Every male voice in the room shouted in unison.
“I’m not that bad at cards.” 
Apollo said quietly.
“Yes you are.” 
Severastared straight at Colonel Tigh, and said ...
Part 24 - Eugenia
"All right, if that's they way you want it, we'll just shoot the whole lot of you."
Part 25 - Lisa Zaza
"The point is," Baltar paused, rising from his seat and intending to pace like a caged 
animal. 
 
The first step - as they say - was a doozy, and he tumbled from atop his raised platform 
landing in a heap at its base.
Oh, sure it was empowering to sit atop a throne that everyone had to crane their necks to 
look up at, but getting down was always inconvenient. 
 
Rumour had it that the Imperious Leader's throne actually went up and down 
electronically, its remoticon attached to a panel on the right armrest. 
Baltar's, however, was conspicuously absent. 
He had wondered more than once if the omission was intentional, and the Cylon Leader 
laughed uproariously each time he engaged the power unit that lowered and raised the 
throne gently. 
He sighed, as he rolled over on his back, the Imperious Leader's practical joke pushed act, he didn’t recall Sheba ever dressing that well for any of their dates.
And Athena’s outfit was downright scandalous! 
Apollo wondered fleetingly if it was left over from Cassiopea’s previous career, then 
chided himself. 
Even Cassiopea wouldn’t have dressed that …that…He couldn’t believe he was about to 
associate the word “trampy” with his little sister!
“What? This old thing? I always wear this to play cards.” 
She flashed a cutesy grin his way, the same one that always won his mother and father 
over to her side.
Apollo was about to give Athena a piece of his mind, when the Colonel spoke up in a 
tone of voice he usually reserved for issuing commands on the bridge, “It’s time to 
begin.”
Boomer grumbled, “This is just like Starbuck. He can’t even handle the responsibility of 
a card game.”
“I guess I could sit in for him until he arrives.” 
Apollo sighed.
“NO!” Every male voice in the room shouted in unison.
“I’m not that bad at cards.” 
Apollo said quietly.
“Yes you are.” 
Severaat is, if he needs any help other than 
shuffling. 
I can attest to the number of games he has taken all of Starbuck’s pot. 
Boxey will sit in, just until Starbuck arrives.”
No one argued with Commander Adama. 
A way was cleared for him to sit beside Boxey at the table. 
Adama took the cards, shuffled, and dealt the first hand.
Part 07 - Maggie Hutchison
"Help? 
Someone... Anyone?"
Starbuck pounded a few more times on the door to the storage compartment but without 
enthusiasm. 
A feeling of resignation had taken hold. 
And of disbelief. 
How could they? 
How could she ? 
Athena?! 
But what's more, how had he been so blindly fooled by her? 
Like a daggit lured by a juicy slice of bovine...
"Frak it all!" 
Fueled by a sudden frustration at his own stupidity, the lieutenant slammed his foot 
against the door - and immediately regretted it. 
"Ow... frak, frak, frak... "
With a miserable sigh, Starbuck yanked off his boot and slid to the floor to rub his toe 
and to ponder (in the dark, siat is, if he needs any help other than 
shuffling. 
I can attest to the number of games he has taken all of Starbuck’s pot. 
Boxey will sit in, just until Starbuck arrives.”
No one argued with Commander Adama. 
A way was cleared for him to sit beside Boxey at the table. 
Adama took the cards, shuffled, and dealt the first hand.
Part 07 - Maggie Hutchison
"Help? 
Someone... Anyone?"
Starbuck pounded a few more times on the door to the storage compartment but without 
enthusiasm. 
A feeling of resignation had taken hold. 
And of disbelief. 
How could they? 
How could she ? 
Athena?! 
But what's more, how had he been so blindly fooled by her? 
Like a daggit lured by a juicy slice of bovine...
"Frak it all!" 
Fueled by a sudden frustration at his own stupidity, the lieutenant slammed his foot 
against the door - and immediately regretted it. 
"Ow... frak, frak, frak... "
With a miserable sigh, Starbuck yanked off his boot and slid to the floor to rub his toe 
and to ponder (in the dark, sil voices answered back, including Boomer and Colonel Tigh’s.
“So what do you suggest we do then?” Apollo replied exasperated. 
His blender was beginning to overflow with sticky fruity slush. 
He felt a tug on his tunic.
“I could sit in for Starbuck.” Boxey spoke up confidently.
“I don’t think so Boxey. You aren’t even supposed to be here. 
Now go sit and watch and don’t bother the adults.” 
Apollo shooed Boxey over to his stool.
“But Starbuck taught me everything I know. 
I play just like he does. 
I usually beat him and he’s not letting me win like you do.” 
Boxey whined.
“You know, he has a point.” 
Boomer added.
Apollo shot him a look that said plainly, “Don’t encourage him!”
“I think it’s a fantastic idea!” Athena said, “I mean, until Starbuck gets here, don’t you 
agree girls?” 
Every female in the room nodded their head, as many of the males began to complain.
Then a voice from the doorway joined the discussion, ending all arguments. 
“I agree. It’s a fantastic idea. I’ll help him, thl voices answered back, including Boomer and Colonel Tigh’s.
“So what do you suggest we do then?” Apollo replied exasperated. 
His blender was beginning to overflow with sticky fruity slush. 
He felt a tug on his tunic.
“I could sit in for Starbuck.” Boxey spoke up confidently.
“I don’t think so Boxey. You aren’t even supposed to be here. 
Now go sit and watch and don’t bother the adults.” 
Apollo shooed Boxey over to his stool.
“But Starbuck taught me everything I know. 
I play just like he does. 
I usually beat him and he’s not letting me win like you do.” 
Boxey whined.
“You know, he has a point.” 
Boomer added.
Apollo shot him a look that said plainly, “Don’t encourage him!”
“I think it’s a fantastic idea!” Athena said, “I mean, until Starbuck gets here, don’t you 
agree girls?” 
Every female in the room nodded their head, as many of the males began to complain.
Then a voice from the doorway joined the discussion, ending all arguments. 
“I agree. It’s a fantastic idea. I’ll help him, thl voices answered back, including Boomer and Colonel Tigh’s.
“So what do you suggest we do then?” Apollo replied exasperated. 
His blender was beginning to overflow with sticky fruity slush. 
He felt a tug on his tunic.
“I could sit in for Starbuck.” Boxey spoke up confidently.
“I don’t think so Boxey. You aren’t even supposed to be here. 
Now go sit and watch and don’t bother the adults.” 
Apollo shooed Boxey over to his stool.
“But Starbuck taught me everything I know. 
I play just like he does. 
I usually beat him and he’s not letting me win like you do.” 
Boxey whined.
“You know, he has a point.” 
Boomer added.
Apollo shot him a look that said plainly, “Don’t encourage him!”
“I think it’s a fantastic idea!” Athena said, “I mean, until Starbuck gets here, don’t you 
agree girls?” 
Every female in the room nodded their head, as many of the males began to complain.
Then a voice from the doorway joined the discussion, ending all arguments. 
“I agree. It’s a fantastic idea. I’ll help him, th
from his mind as he once again gazed at the IFB transmission they had managed to pick 
up with their new Parabolic Receiver O'Matic that Lucifer had ordered from Ronco. 
 
Three hot babes sat at the card table, one of them leaning forward provocatively, showing 
a tantalising glimpse of cleavage. 
 
"I miss hot fudge sauce."
"I see." Lucifer replied, his head beginning to strobe as he tried to compute why Baltar 
should suddenly become irresistibly drawn towards a confectionery that supposedly 
topped a frozen product made from animal extract, and was considered a culinary delight 
by both Human adults and children alike.
"You really don't." 
Baltar replied dryly. 
 
"Tell me, bonfire brain, is there anything that you desire on a daily basis that being on 
this damn Base Star prevents you from getting?"
"I desire nothing, Baltar. 
 
I suppose it's boring from a Human perspective, but it's certainly functional." Lucifer 
returned.
"It certainly is." 
Baltar sighed, picking himself up frol voices answered back, including Boomer and Colonel Tigh’s.
“So what do you suggest we do then?” Apollo replied exasperated. 
His blender was beginning to overflow with sticky fruity slush. 
He felt a tug on his tunic.
“I could sit in for Starbuck.” Boxey spoke up confidently.
“I don’t think so Boxey. You aren’t even supposed to be here. 
Now go sit and watch and don’t bother the adults.” 
Apollo shooed Boxey over to his stool.
“But Starbuck taught me everything I know. 
I play just like he does. 
I usually beat him and he’s not letting me win like you do.” 
Boxey whined.
“You know, he has a point.” 
Boomer added.
Apollo shot him a look that said plainly, “Don’t encourage him!”
“I think it’s a fantastic idea!” Athena said, “I mean, until Starbuck gets here, don’t you 
agree girls?” 
Every female in the room nodded their head, as many of the males began to complain.
Then a voice from the doorway joined the discussion, ending all arguments. 
“I agree. It’s a fantastic idea. I’ll help him, thnce the light control seemed to be located on the outside of 
the compartment) his options. 
And how he'd explain this all to Apollo and the rest after the girls let him out... which 
they would do, once the game was finished... right?
Part 08 - Lisa Zaza
"You ladies look... enchanting this evening," Adama said quietly as he watched his 
grandson arrange his cards in his hand, quite ably he noted. 
Yes, there was a little strategy going on at this event, not that he necessarily had a 
problem with that. 
If only Sheba's bust wasn't about to bust out of her dress... 
He averted his eyes once again, pulling at his collar as a warm flush crept up his neck.
"Thank you, Commander," Dietra replied with a smile, suddenly feeling a bit 
conspicuous with her commanding officer regarding her. 
However, she had already noted both Boomer and Tigh staring at her surreptitiously 
several times. 
Between that and the box of mushies waiting for their accomplice back in Athena's 
quarters, this should be relatnce the light control seemed to be located on the outside of 
the compartment) his options. 
And how he'd explain this all to Apollo and the rest after the girls let him out... which 
they would do, once the game was finished... right?
Part 08 - Lisa Zaza
"You ladies look... enchanting this evening," Adama said quietly as he watched his 
grandson arrange his cards in his hand, quite ably he noted. 
Yes, there was a little strategy going on at this event, not that he necessarily had a 
problem with that. 
If only Sheba's bust wasn't about to bust out of her dress... 
He averted his eyes once again, pulling at his collar as a warm flush crept up his neck.
"Thank you, Commander," Dietra replied with a smile, suddenly feeling a bit 
conspicuous with her commanding officer regarding her. 
However, she had already noted both Boomer and Tigh staring at her surreptitiously 
several times. 
Between that and the box of mushies waiting for their accomplice back in Athena's 
quarters, this should be relatat is, if he needs any help other than 
shuffling. 
I can attest to the number of games he has taken all of Starbuck’s pot. 
Boxey will sit in, just until Starbuck arrives.”
No one argued with Commander Adama. 
A way was cleared for him to sit beside Boxey at the table. 
Adama took the cards, shuffled, and dealt the first hand.
Part 07 - Maggie Hutchison
"Help? 
Someone... Anyone?"
Starbuck pounded a few more times on the door to the storage compartment but without 
enthusiasm. 
A feeling of resignation had taken hold. 
And of disbelief. 
How could they? 
How could she ? 
Athena?! 
But what's more, how had he been so blindly fooled by her? 
Like a daggit lured by a juicy slice of bovine...
"Frak it all!" 
Fueled by a sudden frustration at his own stupidity, the lieutenant slammed his foot 
against the door - and immediately regretted it. 
"Ow... frak, frak, frak... "
With a miserable sigh, Starbuck yanked off his boot and slid to the floor to rub his toe 
and to ponder (in the dark, siat is, if he needs any help other than 
shuffling. 
I can attest to the number of games he has taken all of Starbuck’s pot. 
Boxey will sit in, just until Starbuck arrives.”
No one argued with Commander Adama. 
A way was cleared for him to sit beside Boxey at the table. 
Adama took the cards, shuffled, and dealt the first hand.
Part 07 - Maggie Hutchison
"Help? 
Someone... Anyone?"
Starbuck pounded a few more times on the door to the storage compartment but without 
enthusiasm. 
A feeling of resignation had taken hold. 
And of disbelief. 
How could they? 
How could she ? 
Athena?! 
But what's more, how had he been so blindly fooled by her? 
Like a daggit lured by a juicy slice of bovine...
"Frak it all!" 
Fueled by a sudden frustration at his own stupidity, the lieutenant slammed his foot 
against the door - and immediately regretted it. 
"Ow... frak, frak, frak... "
With a miserable sigh, Starbuck yanked off his boot and slid to the floor to rub his toe 
and to ponder (in the dark, siat is, if he needs any help other than 
shuffling. 
I can attest to the number of games he has taken all of Starbuck’s pot. 
Boxey will sit in, just until Starbuck arrives.”
No one argued with Commander Adama. 
A way was cleared for him to sit beside Boxey at the table. 
Adama took the cards, shuffled, and dealt the first hand.
Part 07 - Maggie Hutchison
"Help? 
Someone... Anyone?"
Starbuck pounded a few more times on the door to the storage compartment but without 
enthusiasm. 
A feeling of resignation had taken hold. 
And of disbelief. 
How could they? 
How could she ? 
Athena?! 
But what's more, how had he been so blindly fooled by her? 
Like a daggit lured by a juicy slice of bovine...
"Frak it all!" 
Fueled by a sudden frustration at his own stupidity, the lieutenant slammed his foot 
against the door - and immediately regretted it. 
"Ow... frak, frak, frak... "
With a miserable sigh, Starbuck yanked off his boot and slid to the floor to rub his toe 
and to ponder (in the dark, sim the ground and returning his attention to the IFB. 
 
If he could only capture the Rising Star, then he could have everything he desired. 
 
Lords of Kobol Caged Duel to the Death, booze, women and hot fudge sauce.
He turned to Lucifer with a smile playing on his lips. 
 
"Prepare to launch our attack." 
Then he laughed maniacally... since no one else had for a while, which was a terrible 
oversight on the part of somebody.
Part 26 - Senmut
"Would you like the fudge before or after the victory, Baltar?" asked Lucifer. 
To which the traitorous Human replied...
Part 27 - Eugenia
"I want it with the victory," Baltar said, grinning.
"I take it then that youwill be accompanying the attack force." 
Lucifer was surprised as his logic circuits had not calculated this action of Baltar's as a 
likely occurrence. 
 
It did not seem reasonable that Baltar would voluntarily board a raider as part of an attack 
force after his debacle with the Pegasus.
"Yes." Baltar glared at Lucifer. 
"Load the necat is, if he needs any help other than 
shuffling. 
I can attest to the number of games he has taken all of Starbuck’s pot. 
Boxey will sit in, just until Starbuck arrives.”
No one argued with Commander Adama. 
A way was cleared for him to sit beside Boxey at the table. 
Adama took the cards, shuffled, and dealt the first hand.
Part 07 - Maggie Hutchison
"Help? 
Someone... Anyone?"
Starbuck pounded a few more times on the door to the storage compartment but without 
enthusiasm. 
A feeling of resignation had taken hold. 
And of disbelief. 
How could they? 
How could she ? 
Athena?! 
But what's more, how had he been so blindly fooled by her? 
Like a daggit lured by a juicy slice of bovine...
"Frak it all!" 
Fueled by a sudden frustration at his own stupidity, the lieutenant slammed his foot 
against the door - and immediately regretted it. 
"Ow... frak, frak, frak... "
With a miserable sigh, Starbuck yanked off his boot and slid to the floor to rub his toe 
and to ponder (in the dark, siively easy. 
Unless Adama caught on that Boxey was throwing his game...
"Uh... shouldn't someone be looking for Starbuck?" Jolly suggested, and every head 
turned to the Strike Captain, wiping a sticky concoction of Fruity Foo - Foo from the 
front of his tunic with a towel.
"An excellent idea!" Freeman added from beside Apollo. 
"I'll take over here, lad. 
Run along."
"Run along?" 
Apollo asked. 
"My son is playing pyramid in the OC, in my stead, and you all want me to run along ?"
"YES!" Every male warrior with cubits on the game added. 
"I'll watch Boxey, Apollo. 
He's doing just fine." Adama added.
A guy could rot to death in a storage compartment on the Orlop Deck.
And why was there a storage compartment on a deck where nobody ever went?
For lack of anything better to do - well, other than massaging his stubbed toe for all of 
eternity - he started searching around, his hands running over the cold deck, wondering 
what he could find.
A communicator would come in handy.
A control unit ively easy. 
Unless Adama caught on that Boxey was throwing his game...
"Uh... shouldn't someone be looking for Starbuck?" Jolly suggested, and every head 
turned to the Strike Captain, wiping a sticky concoction of Fruity Foo - Foo from the 
front of his tunic with a towel.
"An excellent idea!" Freeman added from beside Apollo. 
"I'll take over here, lad. 
Run along."
"Run along?" 
Apollo asked. 
"My son is playing pyramid in the OC, in my stead, and you all want me to run along ?"
"YES!" Every male warrior with cubits on the game added. 
"I'll watch Boxey, Apollo. 
He's doing just fine." Adama added.
A guy could rot to death in a storage compartment on the Orlop Deck.
And why was there a storage compartment on a deck where nobody ever went?
For lack of anything better to do - well, other than massaging his stubbed toe for all of 
eternity - he started searching around, his hands running over the cold deck, wondering 
what he could find.
A communicator would come in handy.
A control unit nce the light control seemed to be located on the outside of 
the compartment) his options. 
And how he'd explain this all to Apollo and the rest after the girls let him out... which 
they would do, once the game was finished... right?
Part 08 - Lisa Zaza
"You ladies look... enchanting this evening," Adama said quietly as he watched his 
grandson arrange his cards in his hand, quite ably he noted. 
Yes, there was a little strategy going on at this event, not that he necessarily had a 
problem with that. 
If only Sheba's bust wasn't about to bust out of her dress... 
He averted his eyes once again, pulling at his collar as a warm flush crept up his neck.
"Thank you, Commander," Dietra replied with a smile, suddenly feeling a bit 
conspicuous with her commanding officer regarding her. 
However, she had already noted both Boomer and Tigh staring at her surreptitiously 
several times. 
Between that and the box of mushies waiting for their accomplice back in Athena's 
quarters, this should be relatnce the light control seemed to be located on the outside of 
the compartment) his options. 
And how he'd explain this all to Apollo and the rest after the girls let him out... which 
they would do, once the game was finished... right?
Part 08 - Lisa Zaza
"You ladies look... enchanting this evening," Adama said quietly as he watched his 
grandson arrange his cards in his hand, quite ably he noted. 
Yes, there was a little strategy going on at this event, not that he necessarily had a 
problem with that. 
If only Sheba's bust wasn't about to bust out of her dress... 
He averted his eyes once again, pulling at his collar as a warm flush crept up his neck.
"Thank you, Commander," Dietra replied with a smile, suddenly feeling a bit 
conspicuous with her commanding officer regarding her. 
However, she had already noted both Boomer and Tigh staring at her surreptitiously 
several times. 
Between that and the box of mushies waiting for their accomplice back in Athena's 
quarters, this should be relatnce the light control seemed to be located on the outside of 
the compartment) his options. 
And how he'd explain this all to Apollo and the rest after the girls let him out... which 
they would do, once the game was finished... right?
Part 08 - Lisa Zaza
"You ladies look... enchanting this evening," Adama said quietly as he watched his 
grandson arrange his cards in his hand, quite ably he noted. 
Yes, there was a little strategy going on at this event, not that he necessarily had a 
problem with that. 
If only Sheba's bust wasn't about to bust out of her dress... 
He averted his eyes once again, pulling at his collar as a warm flush crept up his neck.
"Thank you, Commander," Dietra replied with a smile, suddenly feeling a bit 
conspicuous with her commanding officer regarding her. 
However, she had already noted both Boomer and Tigh staring at her surreptitiously 
several times. 
Between that and the box of mushies waiting for their accomplice back in Athena's 
quarters, this should be relatessary provisions onto my personal raider and prepare it for launch."
"By your command." 
Lucifer bowed slightly. 
Baltar stalked off, although Lucifer noticed an off - balance stride due to a slight limp 
caused by his fall from the platform.
As Baltar exited the command room of the baseship, Lucifer heard him mutter, "I've been 
on this ship far too long... "
 
Men, Athena thought. 
They make a big show and then just stand there. 
 
She stepped forward and smiled at the lead insurgent.
"Now, Yuuma, was it? 
 
Why don't we talk? 
 
Perhaps we can come to some understanding."
Yuuma looked at her, his eyes flickered with hesitation. 
 
"You're one of them." 
 
He wave his gun at Starbuck and the other Warriors.
"Of course, I'm 'one of them'." 
 
Athena laughed lightly. 
 
From the corner of her eye she could see Starbuck almost drooling at the sight of her bust 
threatening to escape from her skimpy clothing. 
 
She lowered her lashes coyly, stepping closer to Yuuma. 
 
"I'm fromnce the light control seemed to be located on the outside of 
the compartment) his options. 
And how he'd explain this all to Apollo and the rest after the girls let him out... which 
they would do, once the game was finished... right?
Part 08 - Lisa Zaza
"You ladies look... enchanting this evening," Adama said quietly as he watched his 
grandson arrange his cards in his hand, quite ably he noted. 
Yes, there was a little strategy going on at this event, not that he necessarily had a 
problem with that. 
If only Sheba's bust wasn't about to bust out of her dress... 
He averted his eyes once again, pulling at his collar as a warm flush crept up his neck.
"Thank you, Commander," Dietra replied with a smile, suddenly feeling a bit 
conspicuous with her commanding officer regarding her. 
However, she had already noted both Boomer and Tigh staring at her surreptitiously 
several times. 
Between that and the box of mushies waiting for their accomplice back in Athena's 
quarters, this should be relatfor the hatch would be even better.
A bottle of...
"Nice, Athena. Thanks." Starbuck murmured as he wrapped his hand around the bottle 
lying only a metron away from his foot. 
Well, at least if his old flame was going to deceive him and stuff him in a storage 
compartment during the game of the Yahren, she had enough class to provide him with a 
diversion. 
He popped the top, and took a swig, sighing as the blissful nectar tickled his tongue. 
Ah, apologies were offered in many forms, and this pleasant little distraction was a 
wonderful peace offering. 
He took another swig, deciding he might not have to break into the Life Station 
computron system and schedule her for a complete bowel exploratory, after all. 
He settled down on the deck once again, resigned to his fate. 
Then abruptly, the hatch slid open and a silken voice purred .
Part 09 - Eugenia
"Need some help, Bucko?"
Starbuck's jaw dropped, his eyes widened, his toe forgotten as he wondered how Cassie 
managed to even wear a dress for the hatch would be even better.
A bottle of...
"Nice, Athena. Thanks." Starbuck murmured as he wrapped his hand around the bottle 
lying only a metron away from his foot. 
Well, at least if his old flame was going to deceive him and stuff him in a storage 
compartment during the game of the Yahren, she had enough class to provide him with a 
diversion. 
He popped the top, and took a swig, sighing as the blissful nectar tickled his tongue. 
Ah, apologies were offered in many forms, and this pleasant little distraction was a 
wonderful peace offering. 
He took another swig, deciding he might not have to break into the Life Station 
computron system and schedule her for a complete bowel exploratory, after all. 
He settled down on the deck once again, resigned to his fate. 
Then abruptly, the hatch slid open and a silken voice purred .
Part 09 - Eugenia
"Need some help, Bucko?"
Starbuck's jaw dropped, his eyes widened, his toe forgotten as he wondered how Cassie 
managed to even wear a dress ively easy. 
Unless Adama caught on that Boxey was throwing his game...
"Uh... shouldn't someone be looking for Starbuck?" Jolly suggested, and every head 
turned to the Strike Captain, wiping a sticky concoction of Fruity Foo - Foo from the 
front of his tunic with a towel.
"An excellent idea!" Freeman added from beside Apollo. 
"I'll take over here, lad. 
Run along."
"Run along?" 
Apollo asked. 
"My son is playing pyramid in the OC, in my stead, and you all want me to run along ?"
"YES!" Every male warrior with cubits on the game added. 
"I'll watch Boxey, Apollo. 
He's doing just fine." Adama added.
A guy could rot to death in a storage compartment on the Orlop Deck.
And why was there a storage compartment on a deck where nobody ever went?
For lack of anything better to do - well, other than massaging his stubbed toe for all of 
eternity - he started searching around, his hands running over the cold deck, wondering 
what he could find.
A communicator would come in handy.
A control unit ively easy. 
Unless Adama caught on that Boxey was throwing his game...
"Uh... shouldn't someone be looking for Starbuck?" Jolly suggested, and every head 
turned to the Strike Captain, wiping a sticky concoction of Fruity Foo - Foo from the 
front of his tunic with a towel.
"An excellent idea!" Freeman added from beside Apollo. 
"I'll take over here, lad. 
Run along."
"Run along?" 
Apollo asked. 
"My son is playing pyramid in the OC, in my stead, and you all want me to run along ?"
"YES!" Every male warrior with cubits on the game added. 
"I'll watch Boxey, Apollo. 
He's doing just fine." Adama added.
A guy could rot to death in a storage compartment on the Orlop Deck.
And why was there a storage compartment on a deck where nobody ever went?
For lack of anything better to do - well, other than massaging his stubbed toe for all of 
eternity - he started searching around, his hands running over the cold deck, wondering 
what he could find.
A communicator would come in handy.
A control unit ively easy. 
Unless Adama caught on that Boxey was throwing his game...
"Uh... shouldn't someone be looking for Starbuck?" Jolly suggested, and every head 
turned to the Strike Captain, wiping a sticky concoction of Fruity Foo - Foo from the 
front of his tunic with a towel.
"An excellent idea!" Freeman added from beside Apollo. 
"I'll take over here, lad. 
Run along."
"Run along?" 
Apollo asked. 
"My son is playing pyramid in the OC, in my stead, and you all want me to run along ?"
"YES!" Every male warrior with cubits on the game added. 
"I'll watch Boxey, Apollo. 
He's doing just fine." Adama added.
A guy could rot to death in a storage compartment on the Orlop Deck.
And why was there a storage compartment on a deck where nobody ever went?
For lack of anything better to do - well, other than massaging his stubbed toe for all of 
eternity - he started searching around, his hands running over the cold deck, wondering 
what he could find.
A communicator would come in handy.
A control unit  the Colonies just as you are."
"Well, yes... " Yuuma wavered.
"See? 
 
We have something in common. 
 
Why don't we discover what else we have in common, hmm?"
"Yuuma, I can't believe you're falling for this," a small woman with short, blonde hair 
said. 
 
Inwardly Athena cursed. 
 
It was just her luck Yuuma had a girlfriend, and a jealous one at that.
"We want our story out, don't we, Shaula?" 
Yuuma said to her although his gaze was still on Athena. 
 
"Isn't that why we are here?"
"Yes, but will you get the story out before she stops you?" 
Shaula gave Athena a resentful look.
"Hey, we'll listen to you too." 
Starbuck moved a bit forward and gave her his most charming grin.
'It's about time, Bucko' Athena thought. 
 
Yes, a near naked Starbuck was even having an effect on Shaula.
"All right, we're agreed, right?" Colonel Tigh asked, restoring some order. 
 
"We've got the IFB here 
they can record whatever statement you want."
"Yeah... we can even sit down and talk about it lively easy. 
Unless Adama caught on that Boxey was throwing his game...
"Uh... shouldn't someone be looking for Starbuck?" Jolly suggested, and every head 
turned to the Strike Captain, wiping a sticky concoction of Fruity Foo - Foo from the 
front of his tunic with a towel.
"An excellent idea!" Freeman added from beside Apollo. 
"I'll take over here, lad. 
Run along."
"Run along?" 
Apollo asked. 
"My son is playing pyramid in the OC, in my stead, and you all want me to run along ?"
"YES!" Every male warrior with cubits on the game added. 
"I'll watch Boxey, Apollo. 
He's doing just fine." Adama added.
A guy could rot to death in a storage compartment on the Orlop Deck.
And why was there a storage compartment on a deck where nobody ever went?
For lack of anything better to do - well, other than massaging his stubbed toe for all of 
eternity - he started searching around, his hands running over the cold deck, wondering 
what he could find.
A communicator would come in handy.
A control unit with less material than Athena's without the aid of some 
mysterious substance holding it onto her body.
Her body... oh, yeah... there had been too many deep space patrols with his only 
distraction remembering the special skills she had shown him. 
Skills passed down from socialator to socialator...
"Well, are you just going to gawk?"
On the bridge, Omega sighed. 
Well, at least it was quiet with everyone gone to the big card game. 
It would give him a chance to catch up on "As the Baseship Turns"...
Part 10 - Senmut
Then, back in the OC, just as Colonel Tigh downed another slug of ambrosia, Freeman 
the Barkeep, from across the room, loudly announced to one and all...
Part 11 - Lisa Zaza
"The next round's on Colonel Tigh! 
An officer, and a gentleman!"
Part 12 - Senmut
"Finally!" said Croad. 
Then, as Athena shifted in her seat, "straightening" her outfit, Giles looked at the mug in 
fron of him, and said...
Part 13 - Eugenia
"Starbuck is going to regret missing that sight." 
The room fwith less material than Athena's without the aid of some 
mysterious substance holding it onto her body.
Her body... oh, yeah... there had been too many deep space patrols with his only 
distraction remembering the special skills she had shown him. 
Skills passed down from socialator to socialator...
"Well, are you just going to gawk?"
On the bridge, Omega sighed. 
Well, at least it was quiet with everyone gone to the big card game. 
It would give him a chance to catch up on "As the Baseship Turns"...
Part 10 - Senmut
Then, back in the OC, just as Colonel Tigh downed another slug of ambrosia, Freeman 
the Barkeep, from across the room, loudly announced to one and all...
Part 11 - Lisa Zaza
"The next round's on Colonel Tigh! 
An officer, and a gentleman!"
Part 12 - Senmut
"Finally!" said Croad. 
Then, as Athena shifted in her seat, "straightening" her outfit, Giles looked at the mug in 
fron of him, and said...
Part 13 - Eugenia
"Starbuck is going to regret missing that sight." 
The room ffor the hatch would be even better.
A bottle of...
"Nice, Athena. Thanks." Starbuck murmured as he wrapped his hand around the bottle 
lying only a metron away from his foot. 
Well, at least if his old flame was going to deceive him and stuff him in a storage 
compartment during the game of the Yahren, she had enough class to provide him with a 
diversion. 
He popped the top, and took a swig, sighing as the blissful nectar tickled his tongue. 
Ah, apologies were offered in many forms, and this pleasant little distraction was a 
wonderful peace offering. 
He took another swig, deciding he might not have to break into the Life Station 
computron system and schedule her for a complete bowel exploratory, after all. 
He settled down on the deck once again, resigned to his fate. 
Then abruptly, the hatch slid open and a silken voice purred .
Part 09 - Eugenia
"Need some help, Bucko?"
Starbuck's jaw dropped, his eyes widened, his toe forgotten as he wondered how Cassie 
managed to even wear a dress for the hatch would be even better.
A bottle of...
"Nice, Athena. Thanks." Starbuck murmured as he wrapped his hand around the bottle 
lying only a metron away from his foot. 
Well, at least if his old flame was going to deceive him and stuff him in a storage 
compartment during the game of the Yahren, she had enough class to provide him with a 
diversion. 
He popped the top, and took a swig, sighing as the blissful nectar tickled his tongue. 
Ah, apologies were offered in many forms, and this pleasant little distraction was a 
wonderful peace offering. 
He took another swig, deciding he might not have to break into the Life Station 
computron system and schedule her for a complete bowel exploratory, after all. 
He settled down on the deck once again, resigned to his fate. 
Then abruptly, the hatch slid open and a silken voice purred .
Part 09 - Eugenia
"Need some help, Bucko?"
Starbuck's jaw dropped, his eyes widened, his toe forgotten as he wondered how Cassie 
managed to even wear a dress for the hatch would be even better.
A bottle of...
"Nice, Athena. Thanks." Starbuck murmured as he wrapped his hand around the bottle 
lying only a metron away from his foot. 
Well, at least if his old flame was going to deceive him and stuff him in a storage 
compartment during the game of the Yahren, she had enough class to provide him with a 
diversion. 
He popped the top, and took a swig, sighing as the blissful nectar tickled his tongue. 
Ah, apologies were offered in many forms, and this pleasant little distraction was a 
wonderful peace offering. 
He took another swig, deciding he might not have to break into the Life Station 
computron system and schedule her for a complete bowel exploratory, after all. 
He settled down on the deck once again, resigned to his fate. 
Then abruptly, the hatch slid open and a silken voice purred .
Part 09 - Eugenia
"Need some help, Bucko?"
Starbuck's jaw dropped, his eyes widened, his toe forgotten as he wondered how Cassie 
managed to even wear a dress ike civilized people." 
 
Starbuck stooped to right the table. 
 
Every woman in the room looked on in rapt attention, enjoying the sight of Starbuck's 
well - tone body as he easily retrieved the table and set it up.
"Did you get that?" Zara whispered to Zeke.
"Yeah, so?" Zeke asked, unimpressed. 
 
"I'm supposed to applaud him or something?" 
Zara scowled at Zeke.
"Why don't we sit down now?" 
Athena asked as pleasantly as if she was at a social gathering. 
 
"Colonel?" 
She indicated a chair to Tigh. 
Sheba and Dietra retrieved two other chairs and placed them at the table for the 
insurgents and captors. 
 
Athena knew she was going to be hearing from Sheba about this later. 
 
Sheba would rather be shooting than playing the femininity angle, but as she was 
unarmed and dressed provocatively, it made no sense in not using what advantages were 
available.
Warily and unsure, Yuuma and Shaula sat at the table across from Tigh. 
Athena thought about it for a moment and she scanned thefor the hatch would be even better.
A bottle of...
"Nice, Athena. Thanks." Starbuck murmured as he wrapped his hand around the bottle 
lying only a metron away from his foot. 
Well, at least if his old flame was going to deceive him and stuff him in a storage 
compartment during the game of the Yahren, she had enough class to provide him with a 
diversion. 
He popped the top, and took a swig, sighing as the blissful nectar tickled his tongue. 
Ah, apologies were offered in many forms, and this pleasant little distraction was a 
wonderful peace offering. 
He took another swig, deciding he might not have to break into the Life Station 
computron system and schedule her for a complete bowel exploratory, after all. 
He settled down on the deck once again, resigned to his fate. 
Then abruptly, the hatch slid open and a silken voice purred .
Part 09 - Eugenia
"Need some help, Bucko?"
Starbuck's jaw dropped, his eyes widened, his toe forgotten as he wondered how Cassie 
managed to even wear a dress elt warmer even without the crowd hovering around the table at which the 
card players sat.
Athena sighed dramatically, drawing Giles's attention as well as that of every man in the 
room. 
Adama scanned the onlookers and the men suddenly shifted uncomfortably, remembering 
that the Commander could be quite stern when it came to his daughter.
When he gave her an inquiring look, she smiled sweetly and rearranged her cards, 
studying the hand she had been dealt.
Boomer looked at his cards. 
A reasonable hand. 
Not spectacular... a pair of green second level cards, a pair of blue eyes looking into his. 
He shook his head. 
Why couldn't the women have shown up in their regulation uniforms?
It would be like the men arriving in Triad outfits or less.
"Miss me, Starbuck?"
"Oh, yeah... " He hopped to his feet, well, one foot, the other still sore and unshod.
"I see you were expecting someone," Cassie said, giving him an enticing smile.
"I was hoping for someone, but I never expected to be graced by yelt warmer even without the crowd hovering around the table at which the 
card players sat.
Athena sighed dramatically, drawing Giles's attention as well as that of every man in the 
room. 
Adama scanned the onlookers and the men suddenly shifted uncomfortably, remembering 
that the Commander could be quite stern when it came to his daughter.
When he gave her an inquiring look, she smiled sweetly and rearranged her cards, 
studying the hand she had been dealt.
Boomer looked at his cards. 
A reasonable hand. 
Not spectacular... a pair of green second level cards, a pair of blue eyes looking into his. 
He shook his head. 
Why couldn't the women have shown up in their regulation uniforms?
It would be like the men arriving in Triad outfits or less.
"Miss me, Starbuck?"
"Oh, yeah... " He hopped to his feet, well, one foot, the other still sore and unshod.
"I see you were expecting someone," Cassie said, giving him an enticing smile.
"I was hoping for someone, but I never expected to be graced by ywith less material than Athena's without the aid of some 
mysterious substance holding it onto her body.
Her body... oh, yeah... there had been too many deep space patrols with his only 
distraction remembering the special skills she had shown him. 
Skills passed down from socialator to socialator...
"Well, are you just going to gawk?"
On the bridge, Omega sighed. 
Well, at least it was quiet with everyone gone to the big card game. 
It would give him a chance to catch up on "As the Baseship Turns"...
Part 10 - Senmut
Then, back in the OC, just as Colonel Tigh downed another slug of ambrosia, Freeman 
the Barkeep, from across the room, loudly announced to one and all...
Part 11 - Lisa Zaza
"The next round's on Colonel Tigh! 
An officer, and a gentleman!"
Part 12 - Senmut
"Finally!" said Croad. 
Then, as Athena shifted in her seat, "straightening" her outfit, Giles looked at the mug in 
fron of him, and said...
Part 13 - Eugenia
"Starbuck is going to regret missing that sight." 
The room fwith less material than Athena's without the aid of some 
mysterious substance holding it onto her body.
Her body... oh, yeah... there had been too many deep space patrols with his only 
distraction remembering the special skills she had shown him. 
Skills passed down from socialator to socialator...
"Well, are you just going to gawk?"
On the bridge, Omega sighed. 
Well, at least it was quiet with everyone gone to the big card game. 
It would give him a chance to catch up on "As the Baseship Turns"...
Part 10 - Senmut
Then, back in the OC, just as Colonel Tigh downed another slug of ambrosia, Freeman 
the Barkeep, from across the room, loudly announced to one and all...
Part 11 - Lisa Zaza
"The next round's on Colonel Tigh! 
An officer, and a gentleman!"
Part 12 - Senmut
"Finally!" said Croad. 
Then, as Athena shifted in her seat, "straightening" her outfit, Giles looked at the mug in 
fron of him, and said...
Part 13 - Eugenia
"Starbuck is going to regret missing that sight." 
The room fwith less material than Athena's without the aid of some 
mysterious substance holding it onto her body.
Her body... oh, yeah... there had been too many deep space patrols with his only 
distraction remembering the special skills she had shown him. 
Skills passed down from socialator to socialator...
"Well, are you just going to gawk?"
On the bridge, Omega sighed. 
Well, at least it was quiet with everyone gone to the big card game. 
It would give him a chance to catch up on "As the Baseship Turns"...
Part 10 - Senmut
Then, back in the OC, just as Colonel Tigh downed another slug of ambrosia, Freeman 
the Barkeep, from across the room, loudly announced to one and all...
Part 11 - Lisa Zaza
"The next round's on Colonel Tigh! 
An officer, and a gentleman!"
Part 12 - Senmut
"Finally!" said Croad. 
Then, as Athena shifted in her seat, "straightening" her outfit, Giles looked at the mug in 
fron of him, and said...
Part 13 - Eugenia
"Starbuck is going to regret missing that sight." 
The room f crowd. 
The insurgents were largely behind their leaders. 
Apollo was still at the bar. 
No, her brother wouldn't do in this matter since he tended to be too unbending and 
Starbuck had already irritated Yuuma.
"Boomer!" 
She pointed.
"What?" Boomer jumped a bit. 
He didn't look like he wanted the attention. 
It was supposed to have been a card game, a simple matter and now...
"Boomer, why don't you join the Colonel?" 
 
Athena smiled as she led him to a chair next to Tigh's. 
 
"There, now shall we begin? 
 
Would you be kind enough to explain your position, Yuuma?"
Part 28 - Maggie Hutchison
Yumma looked around the room and at the camera that Zed had aimed at the table. 
 
He cleared his throat. 
 
Somehow, he was finding it awkward to finally have what they wanted - a chance to tell 
their story with everyone listening. 
 
I meaning, sitting quietly and politely, face to face with the Colonials, everyone waiting 
for his grand speech - this wasn't how a revolution went, was it? 
with less material than Athena's without the aid of some 
mysterious substance holding it onto her body.
Her body... oh, yeah... there had been too many deep space patrols with his only 
distraction remembering the special skills she had shown him. 
Skills passed down from socialator to socialator...
"Well, are you just going to gawk?"
On the bridge, Omega sighed. 
Well, at least it was quiet with everyone gone to the big card game. 
It would give him a chance to catch up on "As the Baseship Turns"...
Part 10 - Senmut
Then, back in the OC, just as Colonel Tigh downed another slug of ambrosia, Freeman 
the Barkeep, from across the room, loudly announced to one and all...
Part 11 - Lisa Zaza
"The next round's on Colonel Tigh! 
An officer, and a gentleman!"
Part 12 - Senmut
"Finally!" said Croad. 
Then, as Athena shifted in her seat, "straightening" her outfit, Giles looked at the mug in 
fron of him, and said...
Part 13 - Eugenia
"Starbuck is going to regret missing that sight." 
The room four presence."
Starbuck grinned. 
"I had a little accident here. 
Do you want to play medtech?"
"Still the same Starbuck." Cassie laughed.
"I've got a bottle of nectar." Starbuck raised the bottle.
"You came prepared."
"I had some help in that area." 
Starbuck grimaced, remembering the female hit squad that had shoved him in the storage 
compartment.
"You did? Someone else?" 
Cassie's blue eyes flashed. 
"Again?"
"No, no, no, it's not like that," Starbuck said, hurrying to explain. 
"There was this pyramid game - For Sagan's Sake! The Game!" 
He hopped on one foot trying to get his boot on the other.
"What's your hurry?" 
Cassie asked, draping her arm around his shoulders.
"Cassie, oh, Cassie, I'd love to stay here, but if I don't get to that game, Blue Squadron 
will feed me to the Cylons." 
Starbuck looked desperate. 
"At least, the men of Blue Squadron will!"
"Starbuck, where are you?" Apollo called into the barracks. He had a secton's wages on 
this. Why would Starbuck miss a game oour presence."
Starbuck grinned. 
"I had a little accident here. 
Do you want to play medtech?"
"Still the same Starbuck." Cassie laughed.
"I've got a bottle of nectar." Starbuck raised the bottle.
"You came prepared."
"I had some help in that area." 
Starbuck grimaced, remembering the female hit squad that had shoved him in the storage 
compartment.
"You did? Someone else?" 
Cassie's blue eyes flashed. 
"Again?"
"No, no, no, it's not like that," Starbuck said, hurrying to explain. 
"There was this pyramid game - For Sagan's Sake! The Game!" 
He hopped on one foot trying to get his boot on the other.
"What's your hurry?" 
Cassie asked, draping her arm around his shoulders.
"Cassie, oh, Cassie, I'd love to stay here, but if I don't get to that game, Blue Squadron 
will feed me to the Cylons." 
Starbuck looked desperate. 
"At least, the men of Blue Squadron will!"
"Starbuck, where are you?" Apollo called into the barracks. He had a secton's wages on 
this. Why would Starbuck miss a game oelt warmer even without the crowd hovering around the table at which the 
card players sat.
Athena sighed dramatically, drawing Giles's attention as well as that of every man in the 
room. 
Adama scanned the onlookers and the men suddenly shifted uncomfortably, remembering 
that the Commander could be quite stern when it came to his daughter.
When he gave her an inquiring look, she smiled sweetly and rearranged her cards, 
studying the hand she had been dealt.
Boomer looked at his cards. 
A reasonable hand. 
Not spectacular... a pair of green second level cards, a pair of blue eyes looking into his. 
He shook his head. 
Why couldn't the women have shown up in their regulation uniforms?
It would be like the men arriving in Triad outfits or less.
"Miss me, Starbuck?"
"Oh, yeah... " He hopped to his feet, well, one foot, the other still sore and unshod.
"I see you were expecting someone," Cassie said, giving him an enticing smile.
"I was hoping for someone, but I never expected to be graced by yelt warmer even without the crowd hovering around the table at which the 
card players sat.
Athena sighed dramatically, drawing Giles's attention as well as that of every man in the 
room. 
Adama scanned the onlookers and the men suddenly shifted uncomfortably, remembering 
that the Commander could be quite stern when it came to his daughter.
When he gave her an inquiring look, she smiled sweetly and rearranged her cards, 
studying the hand she had been dealt.
Boomer looked at his cards. 
A reasonable hand. 
Not spectacular... a pair of green second level cards, a pair of blue eyes looking into his. 
He shook his head. 
Why couldn't the women have shown up in their regulation uniforms?
It would be like the men arriving in Triad outfits or less.
"Miss me, Starbuck?"
"Oh, yeah... " He hopped to his feet, well, one foot, the other still sore and unshod.
"I see you were expecting someone," Cassie said, giving him an enticing smile.
"I was hoping for someone, but I never expected to be graced by yelt warmer even without the crowd hovering around the table at which the 
card players sat.
Athena sighed dramatically, drawing Giles's attention as well as that of every man in the 
room. 
Adama scanned the onlookers and the men suddenly shifted uncomfortably, remembering 
that the Commander could be quite stern when it came to his daughter.
When he gave her an inquiring look, she smiled sweetly and rearranged her cards, 
studying the hand she had been dealt.
Boomer looked at his cards. 
A reasonable hand. 
Not spectacular... a pair of green second level cards, a pair of blue eyes looking into his. 
He shook his head. 
Why couldn't the women have shown up in their regulation uniforms?
It would be like the men arriving in Triad outfits or less.
"Miss me, Starbuck?"
"Oh, yeah... " He hopped to his feet, well, one foot, the other still sore and unshod.
"I see you were expecting someone," Cassie said, giving him an enticing smile.
"I was hoping for someone, but I never expected to be graced by y
 
They were supposed to be holding hostages and demanding to be heard, threatening a few 
people, knocking a few heads. 
Not ... actually getting to talk.
Yumma cleared his throat again and ...
Part 29 - Lisa Zaza
... settled more comfortably in his chair. 
"I wasn't expecting you to be ... quite so accommodating." 
Yuuma stated as the IFB cameraman came in closer, moving around the table to zoom in 
on the Revolutionaries.
"We're reasonable people. 
 
Clearly you think you have a legitimate argument, Yuuma," Tigh leaned forward, his 
body language engaging the couple. 
 
He watched the insurgents carefully cover his warriors, proving they obviously had 
received some proper military training at some point. 
 
"Please explain it, so we can clear this matter up."
"We believe that the Holocaust or Destruction - whatever you prefer - never actually 
happened. 
That those few of us who ended up rendezvousing with the Galactica in space, all the 
time thinking we were fleeing for our very lielt warmer even without the crowd hovering around the table at which the 
card players sat.
Athena sighed dramatically, drawing Giles's attention as well as that of every man in the 
room. 
Adama scanned the onlookers and the men suddenly shifted uncomfortably, remembering 
that the Commander could be quite stern when it came to his daughter.
When he gave her an inquiring look, she smiled sweetly and rearranged her cards, 
studying the hand she had been dealt.
Boomer looked at his cards. 
A reasonable hand. 
Not spectacular... a pair of green second level cards, a pair of blue eyes looking into his. 
He shook his head. 
Why couldn't the women have shown up in their regulation uniforms?
It would be like the men arriving in Triad outfits or less.
"Miss me, Starbuck?"
"Oh, yeah... " He hopped to his feet, well, one foot, the other still sore and unshod.
"I see you were expecting someone," Cassie said, giving him an enticing smile.
"I was hoping for someone, but I never expected to be graced by yf such importance and stakes. He could easily 
rake in enough to spend a week on the _Rising Star_ with any lady his asked.
He opened his locker and pulled out a clean tunic. At least he could get rid of the one 
stained with Fruity Foo - Foo. 
He stripped off the tunic and tossed it into the laundry bin.
"Starbuck!" A woman's voice yelled.
"Cassie, I'll make it up to you, I promise."
Apollo ran to the door. 
In the corridor, Starbuck stopped in his tracks as he saw the tunic - less Apollo. 
Behind Starbuck, Cassie couldn't stop in time and collided with him.
"What is this?" Starbuck asked. "Is everyone stripping?"
"Where have you been? 
The game's started. 
Boxey is sitting in for you!"
"Oh, Frak. I've been replaced by a child."
"Starbuck, you are a child," Cassie said, tugging her skimpy outfit back in place. 
Apollo hurriedly looked away.
"Well, I'll soon be taking my rightful place at the table," Starbuck said. 
He looked at Apollo, still semi - clad. 
"You know, if that's the way they f such importance and stakes. He could easily 
rake in enough to spend a week on the _Rising Star_ with any lady his asked.
He opened his locker and pulled out a clean tunic. At least he could get rid of the one 
stained with Fruity Foo - Foo. 
He stripped off the tunic and tossed it into the laundry bin.
"Starbuck!" A woman's voice yelled.
"Cassie, I'll make it up to you, I promise."
Apollo ran to the door. 
In the corridor, Starbuck stopped in his tracks as he saw the tunic - less Apollo. 
Behind Starbuck, Cassie couldn't stop in time and collided with him.
"What is this?" Starbuck asked. "Is everyone stripping?"
"Where have you been? 
The game's started. 
Boxey is sitting in for you!"
"Oh, Frak. I've been replaced by a child."
"Starbuck, you are a child," Cassie said, tugging her skimpy outfit back in place. 
Apollo hurriedly looked away.
"Well, I'll soon be taking my rightful place at the table," Starbuck said. 
He looked at Apollo, still semi - clad. 
"You know, if that's the way they our presence."
Starbuck grinned. 
"I had a little accident here. 
Do you want to play medtech?"
"Still the same Starbuck." Cassie laughed.
"I've got a bottle of nectar." Starbuck raised the bottle.
"You came prepared."
"I had some help in that area." 
Starbuck grimaced, remembering the female hit squad that had shoved him in the storage 
compartment.
"You did? Someone else?" 
Cassie's blue eyes flashed. 
"Again?"
"No, no, no, it's not like that," Starbuck said, hurrying to explain. 
"There was this pyramid game - For Sagan's Sake! The Game!" 
He hopped on one foot trying to get his boot on the other.
"What's your hurry?" 
Cassie asked, draping her arm around his shoulders.
"Cassie, oh, Cassie, I'd love to stay here, but if I don't get to that game, Blue Squadron 
will feed me to the Cylons." 
Starbuck looked desperate. 
"At least, the men of Blue Squadron will!"
"Starbuck, where are you?" Apollo called into the barracks. He had a secton's wages on 
this. Why would Starbuck miss a game oour presence."
Starbuck grinned. 
"I had a little accident here. 
Do you want to play medtech?"
"Still the same Starbuck." Cassie laughed.
"I've got a bottle of nectar." Starbuck raised the bottle.
"You came prepared."
"I had some help in that area." 
Starbuck grimaced, remembering the female hit squad that had shoved him in the storage 
compartment.
"You did? Someone else?" 
Cassie's blue eyes flashed. 
"Again?"
"No, no, no, it's not like that," Starbuck said, hurrying to explain. 
"There was this pyramid game - For Sagan's Sake! The Game!" 
He hopped on one foot trying to get his boot on the other.
"What's your hurry?" 
Cassie asked, draping her arm around his shoulders.
"Cassie, oh, Cassie, I'd love to stay here, but if I don't get to that game, Blue Squadron 
will feed me to the Cylons." 
Starbuck looked desperate. 
"At least, the men of Blue Squadron will!"
"Starbuck, where are you?" Apollo called into the barracks. He had a secton's wages on 
this. Why would Starbuck miss a game oour presence."
Starbuck grinned. 
"I had a little accident here. 
Do you want to play medtech?"
"Still the same Starbuck." Cassie laughed.
"I've got a bottle of nectar." Starbuck raised the bottle.
"You came prepared."
"I had some help in that area." 
Starbuck grimaced, remembering the female hit squad that had shoved him in the storage 
compartment.
"You did? Someone else?" 
Cassie's blue eyes flashed. 
"Again?"
"No, no, no, it's not like that," Starbuck said, hurrying to explain. 
"There was this pyramid game - For Sagan's Sake! The Game!" 
He hopped on one foot trying to get his boot on the other.
"What's your hurry?" 
Cassie asked, draping her arm around his shoulders.
"Cassie, oh, Cassie, I'd love to stay here, but if I don't get to that game, Blue Squadron 
will feed me to the Cylons." 
Starbuck looked desperate. 
"At least, the men of Blue Squadron will!"
"Starbuck, where are you?" Apollo called into the barracks. He had a secton's wages on 
this. Why would Starbuck miss a game oves, did so as the result of careful 
manipulations of bureaucratic and religious leaders who were determined to find - and 
then settle - the mythical planet Earth." 
Yuuma replied steadily, searching the features of the battlestar's executive officer as he 
received the mind - boggling news. 
 
"In fact, we have undeniable, conclusive proof of the same."
Colonel Tigh's gaze did not waver, and his voice sounded relaxed. 
 
"Okay, why don't you present your 'undeniable, conclusive proof'?" 
 
Tigh shrugged. 
 
"We would certainly not want to deny you the opportunity to reveal such stunning 
information."
Part 30 - Maggie Hutchison
Colonel Tigh's gaze did not waver, and his voice sounded relaxed. 
 
"Okay, why don't you present your 'undeniable, conclusive proof'?" 
 
Tigh shrugged. 
 
"We would certainly not want to deny you the opportunity to reveal such stunning 
information."
Part 31 - Lisa Zaza
“Croad!” Yuuma called across the Officer’s Club. 
 
“Come forth and tell us your storour presence."
Starbuck grinned. 
"I had a little accident here. 
Do you want to play medtech?"
"Still the same Starbuck." Cassie laughed.
"I've got a bottle of nectar." Starbuck raised the bottle.
"You came prepared."
"I had some help in that area." 
Starbuck grimaced, remembering the female hit squad that had shoved him in the storage 
compartment.
"You did? Someone else?" 
Cassie's blue eyes flashed. 
"Again?"
"No, no, no, it's not like that," Starbuck said, hurrying to explain. 
"There was this pyramid game - For Sagan's Sake! The Game!" 
He hopped on one foot trying to get his boot on the other.
"What's your hurry?" 
Cassie asked, draping her arm around his shoulders.
"Cassie, oh, Cassie, I'd love to stay here, but if I don't get to that game, Blue Squadron 
will feed me to the Cylons." 
Starbuck looked desperate. 
"At least, the men of Blue Squadron will!"
"Starbuck, where are you?" Apollo called into the barracks. He had a secton's wages on 
this. Why would Starbuck miss a game owant to play... "
As Starbuck dashed down the corridor, he started to unfasten his tunic.
Part 14 - Lisa Zaza
"Wait a centon, Starbuck!" Apollo cried out after his friend as his flight jacket and then 
tunic hit the deck. 
"You forgot the hot fudge sauce!"
Cassiopeia smirked as Apollo startled, looking around nervously.
"Lords, did I say that out loud?" he asked.
"Hmm." She raised her eyebrows, glancing at him approvingly. 
"You most certainly did."
Part 15 - Kai Lanio
Meanwhile in the OC:
Adama started get suspicious he had to &bdquo 
hint“ Boxey 2 times already! 
Such thing had never occurred in all those times.
The Commander of the mighty Battlestar turned his gaze and signalled for a new Filling 
of his mug... seeing a set of lenses in the crowd.
'Aw gosh,.. what does the IFB reporter do in here' was his thought as he turned back, and 
wondering what he might have to hear in the next council of 12 meeting! 
It could be the most entertaining session since someone forged his admittance fowant to play... "
As Starbuck dashed down the corridor, he started to unfasten his tunic.
Part 14 - Lisa Zaza
"Wait a centon, Starbuck!" Apollo cried out after his friend as his flight jacket and then 
tunic hit the deck. 
"You forgot the hot fudge sauce!"
Cassiopeia smirked as Apollo startled, looking around nervously.
"Lords, did I say that out loud?" he asked.
"Hmm." She raised her eyebrows, glancing at him approvingly. 
"You most certainly did."
Part 15 - Kai Lanio
Meanwhile in the OC:
Adama started get suspicious he had to &bdquo 
hint“ Boxey 2 times already! 
Such thing had never occurred in all those times.
The Commander of the mighty Battlestar turned his gaze and signalled for a new Filling 
of his mug... seeing a set of lenses in the crowd.
'Aw gosh,.. what does the IFB reporter do in here' was his thought as he turned back, and 
wondering what he might have to hear in the next council of 12 meeting! 
It could be the most entertaining session since someone forged his admittance fof such importance and stakes. He could easily 
rake in enough to spend a week on the _Rising Star_ with any lady his asked.
He opened his locker and pulled out a clean tunic. At least he could get rid of the one 
stained with Fruity Foo - Foo. 
He stripped off the tunic and tossed it into the laundry bin.
"Starbuck!" A woman's voice yelled.
"Cassie, I'll make it up to you, I promise."
Apollo ran to the door. 
In the corridor, Starbuck stopped in his tracks as he saw the tunic - less Apollo. 
Behind Starbuck, Cassie couldn't stop in time and collided with him.
"What is this?" Starbuck asked. "Is everyone stripping?"
"Where have you been? 
The game's started. 
Boxey is sitting in for you!"
"Oh, Frak. I've been replaced by a child."
"Starbuck, you are a child," Cassie said, tugging her skimpy outfit back in place. 
Apollo hurriedly looked away.
"Well, I'll soon be taking my rightful place at the table," Starbuck said. 
He looked at Apollo, still semi - clad. 
"You know, if that's the way they f such importance and stakes. He could easily 
rake in enough to spend a week on the _Rising Star_ with any lady his asked.
He opened his locker and pulled out a clean tunic. At least he could get rid of the one 
stained with Fruity Foo - Foo. 
He stripped off the tunic and tossed it into the laundry bin.
"Starbuck!" A woman's voice yelled.
"Cassie, I'll make it up to you, I promise."
Apollo ran to the door. 
In the corridor, Starbuck stopped in his tracks as he saw the tunic - less Apollo. 
Behind Starbuck, Cassie couldn't stop in time and collided with him.
"What is this?" Starbuck asked. "Is everyone stripping?"
"Where have you been? 
The game's started. 
Boxey is sitting in for you!"
"Oh, Frak. I've been replaced by a child."
"Starbuck, you are a child," Cassie said, tugging her skimpy outfit back in place. 
Apollo hurriedly looked away.
"Well, I'll soon be taking my rightful place at the table," Starbuck said. 
He looked at Apollo, still semi - clad. 
"You know, if that's the way they f such importance and stakes. He could easily 
rake in enough to spend a week on the _Rising Star_ with any lady his asked.
He opened his locker and pulled out a clean tunic. At least he could get rid of the one 
stained with Fruity Foo - Foo. 
He stripped off the tunic and tossed it into the laundry bin.
"Starbuck!" A woman's voice yelled.
"Cassie, I'll make it up to you, I promise."
Apollo ran to the door. 
In the corridor, Starbuck stopped in his tracks as he saw the tunic - less Apollo. 
Behind Starbuck, Cassie couldn't stop in time and collided with him.
"What is this?" Starbuck asked. "Is everyone stripping?"
"Where have you been? 
The game's started. 
Boxey is sitting in for you!"
"Oh, Frak. I've been replaced by a child."
"Starbuck, you are a child," Cassie said, tugging her skimpy outfit back in place. 
Apollo hurriedly looked away.
"Well, I'll soon be taking my rightful place at the table," Starbuck said. 
He looked at Apollo, still semi - clad. 
"You know, if that's the way they y, my friend.”
The Proteus Enforcer stepped forward from where he had been observing the meeting, 
and people parted ways, allowing him to pass. 
 
In one hand he carried a small pouch, almost reverently. 
 
Only one man refused to cede ground for him. 
 
One near - naked man. 
 
Who didn’t make it into the first paragraph of this scene, yet was determined to make an 
appearance all the same. 
“Out of my way, Bootlegger,” Croad snarled at Starbuck as he shoved past.
“Frack!” Starbuck yelped as he tumbled to the ground, grabbing his foot.
“Are you okay?” Athena asked him, kneeling down beside him.
“I think he broke my toe.” 
Starbuck whined, his face contorted in pain. 
 
“Those dang tylinium - toed Enforcer boots!”
“Let me see!” Cassiopeia inserted, joining them. 
 
“Sheba, give us a hand here.”
“Right!” Sheba replied, grabbing Starbuck’s hands away from the injured foot. 
 
She whispered furiously at him, “We’re trying to contain this situation. 
 
Stop annoying the insurgents.”
“Df such importance and stakes. He could easily 
rake in enough to spend a week on the _Rising Star_ with any lady his asked.
He opened his locker and pulled out a clean tunic. At least he could get rid of the one 
stained with Fruity Foo - Foo. 
He stripped off the tunic and tossed it into the laundry bin.
"Starbuck!" A woman's voice yelled.
"Cassie, I'll make it up to you, I promise."
Apollo ran to the door. 
In the corridor, Starbuck stopped in his tracks as he saw the tunic - less Apollo. 
Behind Starbuck, Cassie couldn't stop in time and collided with him.
"What is this?" Starbuck asked. "Is everyone stripping?"
"Where have you been? 
The game's started. 
Boxey is sitting in for you!"
"Oh, Frak. I've been replaced by a child."
"Starbuck, you are a child," Cassie said, tugging her skimpy outfit back in place. 
Apollo hurriedly looked away.
"Well, I'll soon be taking my rightful place at the table," Starbuck said. 
He looked at Apollo, still semi - clad. 
"You know, if that's the way they r this this 
“bountiful females in uniforms” feature on the IFB.
He could already Picture the IFB headlines “orgies on the Battlestar”,.. and how he 
allowed Discipline to slip one Notch more then usual,.. 
And the robes of the girls,.. if you could apply this label here anyhow... 
he Geminese will try to fry him - Nothing new there,.. '
He tried to concentrate on the game 
nothing to be done now! 
And the girls are in there spare time - so what rights had he to enforce anny dress code?
It does,.. liven up spirits to see something other then uniforms once in a while anyhow ,.. 
especially something so... ' he nearly had to force himself to concentrate. 
Only partly aware that he subconsciously already was forging his weapons of argument 
against the acting council of 12 Pains - As he sometimes thought Of them in the privacy 
of his mind!
After his grandsons turn he murmured to his 2ed in command 
“We might have to deal with an new round of strange recruits like after that infamous 
feature wher this this 
“bountiful females in uniforms” feature on the IFB.
He could already Picture the IFB headlines “orgies on the Battlestar”,.. and how he 
allowed Discipline to slip one Notch more then usual,.. 
And the robes of the girls,.. if you could apply this label here anyhow... 
he Geminese will try to fry him - Nothing new there,.. '
He tried to concentrate on the game 
nothing to be done now! 
And the girls are in there spare time - so what rights had he to enforce anny dress code?
It does,.. liven up spirits to see something other then uniforms once in a while anyhow ,.. 
especially something so... ' he nearly had to force himself to concentrate. 
Only partly aware that he subconsciously already was forging his weapons of argument 
against the acting council of 12 Pains - As he sometimes thought Of them in the privacy 
of his mind!
After his grandsons turn he murmured to his 2ed in command 
“We might have to deal with an new round of strange recruits like after that infamous 
feature whewant to play... "
As Starbuck dashed down the corridor, he started to unfasten his tunic.
Part 14 - Lisa Zaza
"Wait a centon, Starbuck!" Apollo cried out after his friend as his flight jacket and then 
tunic hit the deck. 
"You forgot the hot fudge sauce!"
Cassiopeia smirked as Apollo startled, looking around nervously.
"Lords, did I say that out loud?" he asked.
"Hmm." She raised her eyebrows, glancing at him approvingly. 
"You most certainly did."
Part 15 - Kai Lanio
Meanwhile in the OC:
Adama started get suspicious he had to &bdquo 
hint“ Boxey 2 times already! 
Such thing had never occurred in all those times.
The Commander of the mighty Battlestar turned his gaze and signalled for a new Filling 
of his mug... seeing a set of lenses in the crowd.
'Aw gosh,.. what does the IFB reporter do in here' was his thought as he turned back, and 
wondering what he might have to hear in the next council of 12 meeting! 
It could be the most entertaining session since someone forged his admittance fowant to play... "
As Starbuck dashed down the corridor, he started to unfasten his tunic.
Part 14 - Lisa Zaza
"Wait a centon, Starbuck!" Apollo cried out after his friend as his flight jacket and then 
tunic hit the deck. 
"You forgot the hot fudge sauce!"
Cassiopeia smirked as Apollo startled, looking around nervously.
"Lords, did I say that out loud?" he asked.
"Hmm." She raised her eyebrows, glancing at him approvingly. 
"You most certainly did."
Part 15 - Kai Lanio
Meanwhile in the OC:
Adama started get suspicious he had to &bdquo 
hint“ Boxey 2 times already! 
Such thing had never occurred in all those times.
The Commander of the mighty Battlestar turned his gaze and signalled for a new Filling 
of his mug... seeing a set of lenses in the crowd.
'Aw gosh,.. what does the IFB reporter do in here' was his thought as he turned back, and 
wondering what he might have to hear in the next council of 12 meeting! 
It could be the most entertaining session since someone forged his admittance fowant to play... "
As Starbuck dashed down the corridor, he started to unfasten his tunic.
Part 14 - Lisa Zaza
"Wait a centon, Starbuck!" Apollo cried out after his friend as his flight jacket and then 
tunic hit the deck. 
"You forgot the hot fudge sauce!"
Cassiopeia smirked as Apollo startled, looking around nervously.
"Lords, did I say that out loud?" he asked.
"Hmm." She raised her eyebrows, glancing at him approvingly. 
"You most certainly did."
Part 15 - Kai Lanio
Meanwhile in the OC:
Adama started get suspicious he had to &bdquo 
hint“ Boxey 2 times already! 
Such thing had never occurred in all those times.
The Commander of the mighty Battlestar turned his gaze and signalled for a new Filling 
of his mug... seeing a set of lenses in the crowd.
'Aw gosh,.. what does the IFB reporter do in here' was his thought as he turned back, and 
wondering what he might have to hear in the next council of 12 meeting! 
It could be the most entertaining session since someone forged his admittance fooes that mean, you’re not going to kiss it better?” 
Starbuck asked in disappointment as the three beautiful woman surrounded him, holding 
tightly to his foot. 
 
He grinned over at Boomer, as his friend stared at him with that I don’t know how he does 
it look on his face.
Cassie tweaked his big toe painfully, while Sheba and Athena stared laser beams at him. 
“No. 
Behave.”
“Croad. 
Tell these people what you told us.” Yuuma instructed him as Shaula stood and cleared 
way for the former Enforcer.
“Some of you know who I am. 
 
I’m Croad from the Prison Colony of Proteus. 
 
I was the head Enforcer there. 
 
These Colonial Warriors invaded our colony and freed the prisoners, telling them of this 
Holocaust that had apparently happened, and of the Twelve Colonies that had been 
reputedly destroyed sectars before.” 
He sneered in turn at Apollo and Boomer, recognizing them as two of the warriors who 
had been involved. 
 
“But I have data crystals from communications with Skorpia City want to play... "
As Starbuck dashed down the corridor, he started to unfasten his tunic.
Part 14 - Lisa Zaza
"Wait a centon, Starbuck!" Apollo cried out after his friend as his flight jacket and then 
tunic hit the deck. 
"You forgot the hot fudge sauce!"
Cassiopeia smirked as Apollo startled, looking around nervously.
"Lords, did I say that out loud?" he asked.
"Hmm." She raised her eyebrows, glancing at him approvingly. 
"You most certainly did."
Part 15 - Kai Lanio
Meanwhile in the OC:
Adama started get suspicious he had to &bdquo 
hint“ Boxey 2 times already! 
Such thing had never occurred in all those times.
The Commander of the mighty Battlestar turned his gaze and signalled for a new Filling 
of his mug... seeing a set of lenses in the crowd.
'Aw gosh,.. what does the IFB reporter do in here' was his thought as he turned back, and 
wondering what he might have to hear in the next council of 12 meeting! 
It could be the most entertaining session since someone forged his admittance fon this Is to be seen fleet wide”
Colonel Thighs eyes flared in alarm at these words, and he could not help but to look 
trough the audience”
And for the first time in Yahrens Adama heard his old comrade and Friend utter... .
Part 16 - Lisa Zaza
"Holy festering felgercarb!" Tigh murmured, rising partially to his feet as Starbuck made 
his way through the crowd in the OC wearing nothing other than his military issued 
briefs... and a smile. 
"Lieutenant... " he began to growl, until someone behind him rudely pushed his chair 
back in, and he collapsed into it on his astrum.
"Hiya, Colonel. 
Glad you could make it!" Starbuck grinned, signalling the barman and then running a 
hand down the front of his briefs and pausing in apparent embarrassment as he realized 
that he was out of uniform and lacking his usual cubit pouch - not to mention pants. 
He rested a hand on his toned abdomen, and then raked his fingers back through hair that 
was slightly damp with sweat from his run. 
"Can you put it on n this Is to be seen fleet wide”
Colonel Thighs eyes flared in alarm at these words, and he could not help but to look 
trough the audience”
And for the first time in Yahrens Adama heard his old comrade and Friend utter... .
Part 16 - Lisa Zaza
"Holy festering felgercarb!" Tigh murmured, rising partially to his feet as Starbuck made 
his way through the crowd in the OC wearing nothing other than his military issued 
briefs... and a smile. 
"Lieutenant... " he began to growl, until someone behind him rudely pushed his chair 
back in, and he collapsed into it on his astrum.
"Hiya, Colonel. 
Glad you could make it!" Starbuck grinned, signalling the barman and then running a 
hand down the front of his briefs and pausing in apparent embarrassment as he realized 
that he was out of uniform and lacking his usual cubit pouch - not to mention pants. 
He rested a hand on his toned abdomen, and then raked his fingers back through hair that 
was slightly damp with sweat from his run. 
"Can you put it on r this this 
“bountiful females in uniforms” feature on the IFB.
He could already Picture the IFB headlines “orgies on the Battlestar”,.. and how he 
allowed Discipline to slip one Notch more then usual,.. 
And the robes of the girls,.. if you could apply this label here anyhow... 
he Geminese will try to fry him - Nothing new there,.. '
He tried to concentrate on the game 
nothing to be done now! 
And the girls are in there spare time - so what rights had he to enforce anny dress code?
It does,.. liven up spirits to see something other then uniforms once in a while anyhow ,.. 
especially something so... ' he nearly had to force himself to concentrate. 
Only partly aware that he subconsciously already was forging his weapons of argument 
against the acting council of 12 Pains - As he sometimes thought Of them in the privacy 
of his mind!
After his grandsons turn he murmured to his 2ed in command 
“We might have to deal with an new round of strange recruits like after that infamous 
feature wher this this 
“bountiful females in uniforms” feature on the IFB.
He could already Picture the IFB headlines “orgies on the Battlestar”,.. and how he 
allowed Discipline to slip one Notch more then usual,.. 
And the robes of the girls,.. if you could apply this label here anyhow... 
he Geminese will try to fry him - Nothing new there,.. '
He tried to concentrate on the game 
nothing to be done now! 
And the girls are in there spare time - so what rights had he to enforce anny dress code?
It does,.. liven up spirits to see something other then uniforms once in a while anyhow ,.. 
especially something so... ' he nearly had to force himself to concentrate. 
Only partly aware that he subconsciously already was forging his weapons of argument 
against the acting council of 12 Pains - As he sometimes thought Of them in the privacy 
of his mind!
After his grandsons turn he murmured to his 2ed in command 
“We might have to deal with an new round of strange recruits like after that infamous 
feature wher this this 
“bountiful females in uniforms” feature on the IFB.
He could already Picture the IFB headlines “orgies on the Battlestar”,.. and how he 
allowed Discipline to slip one Notch more then usual,.. 
And the robes of the girls,.. if you could apply this label here anyhow... 
he Geminese will try to fry him - Nothing new there,.. '
He tried to concentrate on the game 
nothing to be done now! 
And the girls are in there spare time - so what rights had he to enforce anny dress code?
It does,.. liven up spirits to see something other then uniforms once in a while anyhow ,.. 
especially something so... ' he nearly had to force himself to concentrate. 
Only partly aware that he subconsciously already was forging his weapons of argument 
against the acting council of 12 Pains - As he sometimes thought Of them in the privacy 
of his mind!
After his grandsons turn he murmured to his 2ed in command 
“We might have to deal with an new round of strange recruits like after that infamous 
feature wher this this 
“bountiful females in uniforms” feature on the IFB.
He could already Picture the IFB headlines “orgies on the Battlestar”,.. and how he 
allowed Discipline to slip one Notch more then usual,.. 
And the robes of the girls,.. if you could apply this label here anyhow... 
he Geminese will try to fry him - Nothing new there,.. '
He tried to concentrate on the game 
nothing to be done now! 
And the girls are in there spare time - so what rights had he to enforce anny dress code?
It does,.. liven up spirits to see something other then uniforms once in a while anyhow ,.. 
especially something so... ' he nearly had to force himself to concentrate. 
Only partly aware that he subconsciously already was forging his weapons of argument 
against the acting council of 12 Pains - As he sometimes thought Of them in the privacy 
of his mind!
After his grandsons turn he murmured to his 2ed in command 
“We might have to deal with an new round of strange recruits like after that infamous 
feature wheonly days before these 
men landed on Proteus that show that the Colonies were carrying on normally, and that 
these men lied to my Enforcers when they tried to convince us that we were no longer 
making Ambrosa for the colonies. 
 
That they had ceased to exist as we all knew and loved them.”
“If that’s true, why did you wait all these yahrens to reveal these crystals?” Boomer asked 
sceptically.
“Because you all believed the lies of Commander Adama, and your cursed Council of 
Twelve. 
 
That’s why!” Croad replied heatedly as he handed over a data crystal to Zara who 
immediately loaded it into her handheld media reader. 
 
“They would have confiscated and destroyed this evidence before any laid eyes upon it!”
All eyes were on Zara as she studied the feed at first suspiciously, and then her face 
began to pale. 
 
“Let’s feed this into the camera, and transmit.” 
She whispered to Zed, warily eying Colonel Tigh. 
 
Within microns, the IFB correspondents had the equipment rigged to transmmy tab, Freeman?"
"Aye, lad! 
You do seem a wee bit indigent at the moment." 
Freeman returned sceptically, shining a glass to perfection with a bar towel as he held it 
up to the light.
"Er, where are you keeping your stake?" 
Then he shook his head vehemently, wincing slightly. 
"Or maybe I don't really want to know that."
"Boomer was holding onto it for me." Starbuck chuckled. 
"Seems he didn't trust me with it. 
Thought I might get distracted and not show up for the big game."
"Yeah, crazy old Boomer." Boomer remarked, rolling his eyes. 
"However, I didn't count on you showing up almost naked."
"Didn't someone put money on that?" Giles asked all of a sudden.
"Let me check." Jolly added, looking at his datapad. 
He looked up wide - eyed. 
"Uhh, actually, Athena did."
"Athena?" Boomer looked across at her. 
She looked like the felix that had caught the avian. 
But she looked like she wanted to toy with it a bit more before she put it out of its... or 
his... misery. 
Sheba and Dietra shmy tab, Freeman?"
"Aye, lad! 
You do seem a wee bit indigent at the moment." 
Freeman returned sceptically, shining a glass to perfection with a bar towel as he held it 
up to the light.
"Er, where are you keeping your stake?" 
Then he shook his head vehemently, wincing slightly. 
"Or maybe I don't really want to know that."
"Boomer was holding onto it for me." Starbuck chuckled. 
"Seems he didn't trust me with it. 
Thought I might get distracted and not show up for the big game."
"Yeah, crazy old Boomer." Boomer remarked, rolling his eyes. 
"However, I didn't count on you showing up almost naked."
"Didn't someone put money on that?" Giles asked all of a sudden.
"Let me check." Jolly added, looking at his datapad. 
He looked up wide - eyed. 
"Uhh, actually, Athena did."
"Athena?" Boomer looked across at her. 
She looked like the felix that had caught the avian. 
But she looked like she wanted to toy with it a bit more before she put it out of its... or 
his... misery. 
Sheba and Dietra shn this Is to be seen fleet wide”
Colonel Thighs eyes flared in alarm at these words, and he could not help but to look 
trough the audience”
And for the first time in Yahrens Adama heard his old comrade and Friend utter... .
Part 16 - Lisa Zaza
"Holy festering felgercarb!" Tigh murmured, rising partially to his feet as Starbuck made 
his way through the crowd in the OC wearing nothing other than his military issued 
briefs... and a smile. 
"Lieutenant... " he began to growl, until someone behind him rudely pushed his chair 
back in, and he collapsed into it on his astrum.
"Hiya, Colonel. 
Glad you could make it!" Starbuck grinned, signalling the barman and then running a 
hand down the front of his briefs and pausing in apparent embarrassment as he realized 
that he was out of uniform and lacking his usual cubit pouch - not to mention pants. 
He rested a hand on his toned abdomen, and then raked his fingers back through hair that 
was slightly damp with sweat from his run. 
"Can you put it on n this Is to be seen fleet wide”
Colonel Thighs eyes flared in alarm at these words, and he could not help but to look 
trough the audience”
And for the first time in Yahrens Adama heard his old comrade and Friend utter... .
Part 16 - Lisa Zaza
"Holy festering felgercarb!" Tigh murmured, rising partially to his feet as Starbuck made 
his way through the crowd in the OC wearing nothing other than his military issued 
briefs... and a smile. 
"Lieutenant... " he began to growl, until someone behind him rudely pushed his chair 
back in, and he collapsed into it on his astrum.
"Hiya, Colonel. 
Glad you could make it!" Starbuck grinned, signalling the barman and then running a 
hand down the front of his briefs and pausing in apparent embarrassment as he realized 
that he was out of uniform and lacking his usual cubit pouch - not to mention pants. 
He rested a hand on his toned abdomen, and then raked his fingers back through hair that 
was slightly damp with sweat from his run. 
"Can you put it on n this Is to be seen fleet wide”
Colonel Thighs eyes flared in alarm at these words, and he could not help but to look 
trough the audience”
And for the first time in Yahrens Adama heard his old comrade and Friend utter... .
Part 16 - Lisa Zaza
"Holy festering felgercarb!" Tigh murmured, rising partially to his feet as Starbuck made 
his way through the crowd in the OC wearing nothing other than his military issued 
briefs... and a smile. 
"Lieutenant... " he began to growl, until someone behind him rudely pushed his chair 
back in, and he collapsed into it on his astrum.
"Hiya, Colonel. 
Glad you could make it!" Starbuck grinned, signalling the barman and then running a 
hand down the front of his briefs and pausing in apparent embarrassment as he realized 
that he was out of uniform and lacking his usual cubit pouch - not to mention pants. 
He rested a hand on his toned abdomen, and then raked his fingers back through hair that 
was slightly damp with sweat from his run. 
"Can you put it on n this Is to be seen fleet wide”
Colonel Thighs eyes flared in alarm at these words, and he could not help but to look 
trough the audience”
And for the first time in Yahrens Adama heard his old comrade and Friend utter... .
Part 16 - Lisa Zaza
"Holy festering felgercarb!" Tigh murmured, rising partially to his feet as Starbuck made 
his way through the crowd in the OC wearing nothing other than his military issued 
briefs... and a smile. 
"Lieutenant... " he began to growl, until someone behind him rudely pushed his chair 
back in, and he collapsed into it on his astrum.
"Hiya, Colonel. 
Glad you could make it!" Starbuck grinned, signalling the barman and then running a 
hand down the front of his briefs and pausing in apparent embarrassment as he realized 
that he was out of uniform and lacking his usual cubit pouch - not to mention pants. 
He rested a hand on his toned abdomen, and then raked his fingers back through hair that 
was slightly damp with sweat from his run. 
"Can you put it on it. 
 
All eyes swung to the big screen monitor over the bar.
Words weren’t really necessary. 
 
Zara sped through the data crystals and the entire OC watched as “current” events in the 
Twelve Colonies occurring after the Destruction, yet yahrens ago now, were covered by 
familiar correspondents from Skorpia that they had all presumed dead long ago. 
 
There was talk of the ongoing war with the Cylons, the professional triad league 
championships, a wide array of local newsworthy items, and finally of the “valiant men 
and woman who had volunteered to journey forth across the stars in search of the planet 
Earth, committed to locating it, and finding out what really happened to the elusive 
Thirteenth Tribe”.
“That’s impossible,” Tigh muttered, shaking his head in denial.
Then the picture flashed to President Adar - also previously thought dead - and he smiled 
warmly as he spoke to his people throughout the Twelve Worlds, courtesy of the 
Skorpian Broadcasting Company, “I personally spoke tmy tab, Freeman?"
"Aye, lad! 
You do seem a wee bit indigent at the moment." 
Freeman returned sceptically, shining a glass to perfection with a bar towel as he held it 
up to the light.
"Er, where are you keeping your stake?" 
Then he shook his head vehemently, wincing slightly. 
"Or maybe I don't really want to know that."
"Boomer was holding onto it for me." Starbuck chuckled. 
"Seems he didn't trust me with it. 
Thought I might get distracted and not show up for the big game."
"Yeah, crazy old Boomer." Boomer remarked, rolling his eyes. 
"However, I didn't count on you showing up almost naked."
"Didn't someone put money on that?" Giles asked all of a sudden.
"Let me check." Jolly added, looking at his datapad. 
He looked up wide - eyed. 
"Uhh, actually, Athena did."
"Athena?" Boomer looked across at her. 
She looked like the felix that had caught the avian. 
But she looked like she wanted to toy with it a bit more before she put it out of its... or 
his... misery. 
Sheba and Dietra shifted somewhat nervously beside her.
"Sometimes you just get a hunch and have to go with it. 
Isn't that right, Starbuck?" Athena asked him.
"Go with your instincts, I always say." 
He nodded pleasantly, grinning at the barman appreciatively as not only a grog, but also a 
fumarello arrived before him. 
"Anyone have a light?"
"Allow me, Starbuck." Sheba grabbed a proffered ignitor, and leaned forward, noting 
how his gaze dropped for a moment, and how amazingly well he could light a fumarello 
while grinning around it with immense satisfaction shining from his blue eyes.
"Thanks." He looked pointedly at Boxey, and the youngster jumped up, vacating his seat 
at the table.
"I was just keeping it warm for you, Starbuck." Boxey assured him.
"Great, kid. I'm sure I'll appreciate that more than you know." 
The almost nude lieutenant sat down, collecting the cards on the table and shuffling them 
as the grandfather lead the grandson from the OC. 
"Okay, now we can all pretend to be polite and ignore ifted somewhat nervously beside her.
"Sometimes you just get a hunch and have to go with it. 
Isn't that right, Starbuck?" Athena asked him.
"Go with your instincts, I always say." 
He nodded pleasantly, grinning at the barman appreciatively as not only a grog, but also a 
fumarello arrived before him. 
"Anyone have a light?"
"Allow me, Starbuck." Sheba grabbed a proffered ignitor, and leaned forward, noting 
how his gaze dropped for a moment, and how amazingly well he could light a fumarello 
while grinning around it with immense satisfaction shining from his blue eyes.
"Thanks." He looked pointedly at Boxey, and the youngster jumped up, vacating his seat 
at the table.
"I was just keeping it warm for you, Starbuck." Boxey assured him.
"Great, kid. I'm sure I'll appreciate that more than you know." 
The almost nude lieutenant sat down, collecting the cards on the table and shuffling them 
as the grandfather lead the grandson from the OC. 
"Okay, now we can all pretend to be polite and ignore my tab, Freeman?"
"Aye, lad! 
You do seem a wee bit indigent at the moment." 
Freeman returned sceptically, shining a glass to perfection with a bar towel as he held it 
up to the light.
"Er, where are you keeping your stake?" 
Then he shook his head vehemently, wincing slightly. 
"Or maybe I don't really want to know that."
"Boomer was holding onto it for me." Starbuck chuckled. 
"Seems he didn't trust me with it. 
Thought I might get distracted and not show up for the big game."
"Yeah, crazy old Boomer." Boomer remarked, rolling his eyes. 
"However, I didn't count on you showing up almost naked."
"Didn't someone put money on that?" Giles asked all of a sudden.
"Let me check." Jolly added, looking at his datapad. 
He looked up wide - eyed. 
"Uhh, actually, Athena did."
"Athena?" Boomer looked across at her. 
She looked like the felix that had caught the avian. 
But she looked like she wanted to toy with it a bit more before she put it out of its... or 
his... misery. 
Sheba and Dietra shmy tab, Freeman?"
"Aye, lad! 
You do seem a wee bit indigent at the moment." 
Freeman returned sceptically, shining a glass to perfection with a bar towel as he held it 
up to the light.
"Er, where are you keeping your stake?" 
Then he shook his head vehemently, wincing slightly. 
"Or maybe I don't really want to know that."
"Boomer was holding onto it for me." Starbuck chuckled. 
"Seems he didn't trust me with it. 
Thought I might get distracted and not show up for the big game."
"Yeah, crazy old Boomer." Boomer remarked, rolling his eyes. 
"However, I didn't count on you showing up almost naked."
"Didn't someone put money on that?" Giles asked all of a sudden.
"Let me check." Jolly added, looking at his datapad. 
He looked up wide - eyed. 
"Uhh, actually, Athena did."
"Athena?" Boomer looked across at her. 
She looked like the felix that had caught the avian. 
But she looked like she wanted to toy with it a bit more before she put it out of its... or 
his... misery. 
Sheba and Dietra shmy tab, Freeman?"
"Aye, lad! 
You do seem a wee bit indigent at the moment." 
Freeman returned sceptically, shining a glass to perfection with a bar towel as he held it 
up to the light.
"Er, where are you keeping your stake?" 
Then he shook his head vehemently, wincing slightly. 
"Or maybe I don't really want to know that."
"Boomer was holding onto it for me." Starbuck chuckled. 
"Seems he didn't trust me with it. 
Thought I might get distracted and not show up for the big game."
"Yeah, crazy old Boomer." Boomer remarked, rolling his eyes. 
"However, I didn't count on you showing up almost naked."
"Didn't someone put money on that?" Giles asked all of a sudden.
"Let me check." Jolly added, looking at his datapad. 
He looked up wide - eyed. 
"Uhh, actually, Athena did."
"Athena?" Boomer looked across at her. 
She looked like the felix that had caught the avian. 
But she looked like she wanted to toy with it a bit more before she put it out of its... or 
his... misery. 
Sheba and Dietra sho Commander Adama and have 
sent my blessing, and those of the Lords of Kobol, to him and the other adventurers that 
have taken on this long and difficult, though important, journey of discovery that will 
once and for all determine whether what was written in the Book of the Word was legend, 
or fact.”
The picture fizzled out, and the room was suddenly so quiet, you could hear a cubit drop.
Part 32 - Eugenia
Oh, not again, Omega thought, watching the console screen transmitting the newly 
discovered data crystals. 
Behind him he heard Adama comforting the whimpering Boxey. 
Omega sighed and turned in his chair.
"Commander?"
"Now what?" Adama looked up.
"I think you really need to take a look at this." 
Adama patted Boxey on the shoulder and whispered something to him before joining 
Omega. 
Adama watched the Skorpian data transmission that Omega replayed.
"It's impossible," Adama gasped, his face ashen.
"No, it's a Skorpian news cast," Omega said, deadpan. Adama gave him a quick glare.
"Tifted somewhat nervously beside her.
"Sometimes you just get a hunch and have to go with it. 
Isn't that right, Starbuck?" Athena asked him.
"Go with your instincts, I always say." 
He nodded pleasantly, grinning at the barman appreciatively as not only a grog, but also a 
fumarello arrived before him. 
"Anyone have a light?"
"Allow me, Starbuck." Sheba grabbed a proffered ignitor, and leaned forward, noting 
how his gaze dropped for a moment, and how amazingly well he could light a fumarello 
while grinning around it with immense satisfaction shining from his blue eyes.
"Thanks." He looked pointedly at Boxey, and the youngster jumped up, vacating his seat 
at the table.
"I was just keeping it warm for you, Starbuck." Boxey assured him.
"Great, kid. I'm sure I'll appreciate that more than you know." 
The almost nude lieutenant sat down, collecting the cards on the table and shuffling them 
as the grandfather lead the grandson from the OC. 
"Okay, now we can all pretend to be polite and ignore the tactics used by my opponents... 
" He cut the cards and started shuffling them anew as he looked knowingly at the 
squirming Athena, Sheba and Dietra, and a murmur started in the crowd.
Yeah, it looked bad, and that was exactly the way Starbuck intended it to look. 
He was late. 
He was almost naked. 
And he had still stormed into the middle of the OC in front of both Commander Adama 
and Colonel Tigh, despite his lack of uniform. 
There was obviously one Hades of a story worth telling there - the IFB reporters were 
already eating it up - but he'd have to fabricate a few more elements to make it worthy of 
his other Starbuckian adventures. 
"However, politeness was never really one of my long suits, so I'd rather invoke the 
Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules."
"The what?" Dietra asked as she cleared her throat and then took a long sip of her drink.
"The Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules." Starbuck repeated, sucking on his 
fumarello and then exhaling through his nose.the tactics used by my opponents... 
" He cut the cards and started shuffling them anew as he looked knowingly at the 
squirming Athena, Sheba and Dietra, and a murmur started in the crowd.
Yeah, it looked bad, and that was exactly the way Starbuck intended it to look. 
He was late. 
He was almost naked. 
And he had still stormed into the middle of the OC in front of both Commander Adama 
and Colonel Tigh, despite his lack of uniform. 
There was obviously one Hades of a story worth telling there - the IFB reporters were 
already eating it up - but he'd have to fabricate a few more elements to make it worthy of 
his other Starbuckian adventures. 
"However, politeness was never really one of my long suits, so I'd rather invoke the 
Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules."
"The what?" Dietra asked as she cleared her throat and then took a long sip of her drink.
"The Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules." Starbuck repeated, sucking on his 
fumarello and then exhaling through his nose.ifted somewhat nervously beside her.
"Sometimes you just get a hunch and have to go with it. 
Isn't that right, Starbuck?" Athena asked him.
"Go with your instincts, I always say." 
He nodded pleasantly, grinning at the barman appreciatively as not only a grog, but also a 
fumarello arrived before him. 
"Anyone have a light?"
"Allow me, Starbuck." Sheba grabbed a proffered ignitor, and leaned forward, noting 
how his gaze dropped for a moment, and how amazingly well he could light a fumarello 
while grinning around it with immense satisfaction shining from his blue eyes.
"Thanks." He looked pointedly at Boxey, and the youngster jumped up, vacating his seat 
at the table.
"I was just keeping it warm for you, Starbuck." Boxey assured him.
"Great, kid. I'm sure I'll appreciate that more than you know." 
The almost nude lieutenant sat down, collecting the cards on the table and shuffling them 
as the grandfather lead the grandson from the OC. 
"Okay, now we can all pretend to be polite and ignore ifted somewhat nervously beside her.
"Sometimes you just get a hunch and have to go with it. 
Isn't that right, Starbuck?" Athena asked him.
"Go with your instincts, I always say." 
He nodded pleasantly, grinning at the barman appreciatively as not only a grog, but also a 
fumarello arrived before him. 
"Anyone have a light?"
"Allow me, Starbuck." Sheba grabbed a proffered ignitor, and leaned forward, noting 
how his gaze dropped for a moment, and how amazingly well he could light a fumarello 
while grinning around it with immense satisfaction shining from his blue eyes.
"Thanks." He looked pointedly at Boxey, and the youngster jumped up, vacating his seat 
at the table.
"I was just keeping it warm for you, Starbuck." Boxey assured him.
"Great, kid. I'm sure I'll appreciate that more than you know." 
The almost nude lieutenant sat down, collecting the cards on the table and shuffling them 
as the grandfather lead the grandson from the OC. 
"Okay, now we can all pretend to be polite and ignore ifted somewhat nervously beside her.
"Sometimes you just get a hunch and have to go with it. 
Isn't that right, Starbuck?" Athena asked him.
"Go with your instincts, I always say." 
He nodded pleasantly, grinning at the barman appreciatively as not only a grog, but also a 
fumarello arrived before him. 
"Anyone have a light?"
"Allow me, Starbuck." Sheba grabbed a proffered ignitor, and leaned forward, noting 
how his gaze dropped for a moment, and how amazingly well he could light a fumarello 
while grinning around it with immense satisfaction shining from his blue eyes.
"Thanks." He looked pointedly at Boxey, and the youngster jumped up, vacating his seat 
at the table.
"I was just keeping it warm for you, Starbuck." Boxey assured him.
"Great, kid. I'm sure I'll appreciate that more than you know." 
The almost nude lieutenant sat down, collecting the cards on the table and shuffling them 
as the grandfather lead the grandson from the OC. 
"Okay, now we can all pretend to be polite and ignore his... this must be some sort of trick... "
"But who - " Omega began and stopped as he noted an urgent incoming transmission on 
another line. 
He tapped the keys of his console and another familiar face appeared. 
The man was grinning madly and holding a dark brown jar in one hand.
"Greetings, Adama, old friend. I'm b - a - a - a - c - k!" Baltar sang.
Part 33 - Lisa Zaza
Adama simply stared at the transmission screen as Baltar laughed back at him for a while. 
 
It was a long while. 
It was beginning to look like Baltar's face was getting sore, as he began massaging his 
transmandibular joints,but still he laughed. 
 
 
It started as a chuckle, grew into a rip - roaring, gut - wrenching, slap - happy bellow, 
then gradually faded to the occasional snort.
"Don't you have anything to say, Adama?" 
Baltar finally taunted him, wondering if he should cut back on the "happy" pills he'd been 
popping.
Finally, Omega glanced back at his Commander, elbowing him in the ribs ever so 
slightly. "Sir 
"After all, there is a certain /etiquette/ involved in pyramid, and you have to admit, you 
broke it." He shrugged, smoothing the cards out across the table and then flipping them 
over in a long and perfect line, before pausing to flip one card from finger to finger as he 
awaited a response.
"The Lords of Kobol... you're making that up." Athena accused him.
Starbuck touched a hand to his chest, "Me?" He blinked, as if the very thought was 
somehow alien to him. 
"Afraid not. 
Tell them, Boom - Boom."
Boomer felt every eye in the OC settle on him, most notably the three sets of blue and 
brown ones across from him. 
“House rules. 
Right, Freeman?" He called out to the barkeep.
"Oh, aye!"
"But what does it mean exactly?" Dietra asked slowly.
"It means," Starbuck grinned, beginning to deal.
"That this game is about to get a whole lot more interesting."
Part 17 - Senmut
"Really?" said a voice. 
They all turned. It was Adultress, from proteus Prison, with a couple of her kids with her. 
Sathe tactics used by my opponents... 
" He cut the cards and started shuffling them anew as he looked knowingly at the 
squirming Athena, Sheba and Dietra, and a murmur started in the crowd.
Yeah, it looked bad, and that was exactly the way Starbuck intended it to look. 
He was late. 
He was almost naked. 
And he had still stormed into the middle of the OC in front of both Commander Adama 
and Colonel Tigh, despite his lack of uniform. 
There was obviously one Hades of a story worth telling there - the IFB reporters were 
already eating it up - but he'd have to fabricate a few more elements to make it worthy of 
his other Starbuckian adventures. 
"However, politeness was never really one of my long suits, so I'd rather invoke the 
Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules."
"The what?" Dietra asked as she cleared her throat and then took a long sip of her drink.
"The Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules." Starbuck repeated, sucking on his 
fumarello and then exhaling through his nose. 
"After all, there is a certain /etiquette/ involved in pyramid, and you have to admit, you 
broke it." He shrugged, smoothing the cards out across the table and then flipping them 
over in a long and perfect line, before pausing to flip one card from finger to finger as he 
awaited a response.
"The Lords of Kobol... you're making that up." Athena accused him.
Starbuck touched a hand to his chest, "Me?" He blinked, as if the very thought was 
somehow alien to him. 
"Afraid not. 
Tell them, Boom - Boom."
Boomer felt every eye in the OC settle on him, most notably the three sets of blue and 
brown ones across from him. 
“House rules. 
Right, Freeman?" He called out to the barkeep.
"Oh, aye!"
"But what does it mean exactly?" Dietra asked slowly.
"It means," Starbuck grinned, beginning to deal.
"That this game is about to get a whole lot more interesting."
Part 17 - Senmut
"Really?" said a voice. 
They all turned. It was Adultress, from proteus Prison, with a couple of her kids with her. 
Sathe tactics used by my opponents... 
" He cut the cards and started shuffling them anew as he looked knowingly at the 
squirming Athena, Sheba and Dietra, and a murmur started in the crowd.
Yeah, it looked bad, and that was exactly the way Starbuck intended it to look. 
He was late. 
He was almost naked. 
And he had still stormed into the middle of the OC in front of both Commander Adama 
and Colonel Tigh, despite his lack of uniform. 
There was obviously one Hades of a story worth telling there - the IFB reporters were 
already eating it up - but he'd have to fabricate a few more elements to make it worthy of 
his other Starbuckian adventures. 
"However, politeness was never really one of my long suits, so I'd rather invoke the 
Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules."
"The what?" Dietra asked as she cleared her throat and then took a long sip of her drink.
"The Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules." Starbuck repeated, sucking on his 
fumarello and then exhaling through his nose.the tactics used by my opponents... 
" He cut the cards and started shuffling them anew as he looked knowingly at the 
squirming Athena, Sheba and Dietra, and a murmur started in the crowd.
Yeah, it looked bad, and that was exactly the way Starbuck intended it to look. 
He was late. 
He was almost naked. 
And he had still stormed into the middle of the OC in front of both Commander Adama 
and Colonel Tigh, despite his lack of uniform. 
There was obviously one Hades of a story worth telling there - the IFB reporters were 
already eating it up - but he'd have to fabricate a few more elements to make it worthy of 
his other Starbuckian adventures. 
"However, politeness was never really one of my long suits, so I'd rather invoke the 
Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules."
"The what?" Dietra asked as she cleared her throat and then took a long sip of her drink.
"The Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules." Starbuck repeated, sucking on his 
fumarello and then exhaling through his nose.the tactics used by my opponents... 
" He cut the cards and started shuffling them anew as he looked knowingly at the 
squirming Athena, Sheba and Dietra, and a murmur started in the crowd.
Yeah, it looked bad, and that was exactly the way Starbuck intended it to look. 
He was late. 
He was almost naked. 
And he had still stormed into the middle of the OC in front of both Commander Adama 
and Colonel Tigh, despite his lack of uniform. 
There was obviously one Hades of a story worth telling there - the IFB reporters were 
already eating it up - but he'd have to fabricate a few more elements to make it worthy of 
his other Starbuckian adventures. 
"However, politeness was never really one of my long suits, so I'd rather invoke the 
Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules."
"The what?" Dietra asked as she cleared her throat and then took a long sip of her drink.
"The Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules." Starbuck repeated, sucking on his 
fumarello and then exhaling through his nose.?"
"So ... you're back."
Apollo dropped the glass of ale he was holding. 
 
"Sorry," he muttered to the warrior he was supposed to be passing it to, as he brushed off 
the worst of the mess. 
He climbed off his bar stool, heading towards the small gathering of insurgents, President 
Adar's words ringing through his head: 
I personally spoke to Commander Adama and have sent my blessing, and those of the 
Lords of Kobol, to him and the other adventurers that have taken on this long and 
difficult, though important, journey of discovery that will once and for all determine 
whether what was written in the Book of the Word was legend, or fact.
"You okay, buddy?" Starbuck asked, not accustomed to the good Captain dropping 
anything. 
 
His friend was peculiarly pale, and his mouth was opening and closing like a Caprican 
sea cuda seeking molecules of life - sustaining oxygen.
"As okay as anyone could be right now," Apollo returned, shaking his head as he 
continued to watch data transmissions froshaying into the room, she looked directly into Starbuck's eyes, and said. 
"Just how interestin' is that, Starrrr - buck?"
Part 18 - Eugenia
Dietra glanced at Sheba and exchanged a furtive smile. 
She had calculated it would be even odds that Starbuck would escape the storage 
compartment and, of course, the women had a backup plan to distract the fleet's Number 
One pyramid player.
Adultress caressed Starbuck's bare shoulders and purred, "Is this what Starrr - buckin' is?"
"According to some... yeah... " Starbuck looked up into her eyes, clearly tempted. 
He gave her a grin. 
"But I need a little space to do proper Starbucking."
"Yes," Tigh growled, tapping his fingers on the table. 
"Would all non - players step back and allow the players to actually play?"
There was a shuffling of the crowd's feet as they retreated. 
Adultress hesitated, but after another Starbuckian smile, she too stepped back.
Zara and her IFB vidcam - recorder associate took the opportunity to move in. Tigh 
glared at Z 
"After all, there is a certain /etiquette/ involved in pyramid, and you have to admit, you 
broke it." He shrugged, smoothing the cards out across the table and then flipping them 
over in a long and perfect line, before pausing to flip one card from finger to finger as he 
awaited a response.
"The Lords of Kobol... you're making that up." Athena accused him.
Starbuck touched a hand to his chest, "Me?" He blinked, as if the very thought was 
somehow alien to him. 
"Afraid not. 
Tell them, Boom - Boom."
Boomer felt every eye in the OC settle on him, most notably the three sets of blue and 
brown ones across from him. 
“House rules. 
Right, Freeman?" He called out to the barkeep.
"Oh, aye!"
"But what does it mean exactly?" Dietra asked slowly.
"It means," Starbuck grinned, beginning to deal.
"That this game is about to get a whole lot more interesting."
Part 17 - Senmut
"Really?" said a voice. 
They all turned. It was Adultress, from proteus Prison, with a couple of her kids with her. 
Sashaying into the room, she looked directly into Starbuck's eyes, and said. 
"Just how interestin' is that, Starrrr - buck?"
Part 18 - Eugenia
Dietra glanced at Sheba and exchanged a furtive smile. 
She had calculated it would be even odds that Starbuck would escape the storage 
compartment and, of course, the women had a backup plan to distract the fleet's Number 
One pyramid player.
Adultress caressed Starbuck's bare shoulders and purred, "Is this what Starrr - buckin' is?"
"According to some... yeah... " Starbuck looked up into her eyes, clearly tempted. 
He gave her a grin. 
"But I need a little space to do proper Starbucking."
"Yes," Tigh growled, tapping his fingers on the table. 
"Would all non - players step back and allow the players to actually play?"
There was a shuffling of the crowd's feet as they retreated. 
Adultress hesitated, but after another Starbuckian smile, she too stepped back.
Zara and her IFB vidcam - recorder associate took the opportunity to move in. Tigh 
glared at Z 
"After all, there is a certain /etiquette/ involved in pyramid, and you have to admit, you 
broke it." He shrugged, smoothing the cards out across the table and then flipping them 
over in a long and perfect line, before pausing to flip one card from finger to finger as he 
awaited a response.
"The Lords of Kobol... you're making that up." Athena accused him.
Starbuck touched a hand to his chest, "Me?" He blinked, as if the very thought was 
somehow alien to him. 
"Afraid not. 
Tell them, Boom - Boom."
Boomer felt every eye in the OC settle on him, most notably the three sets of blue and 
brown ones across from him. 
“House rules. 
Right, Freeman?" He called out to the barkeep.
"Oh, aye!"
"But what does it mean exactly?" Dietra asked slowly.
"It means," Starbuck grinned, beginning to deal.
"That this game is about to get a whole lot more interesting."
Part 17 - Senmut
"Really?" said a voice. 
They all turned. It was Adultress, from proteus Prison, with a couple of her kids with her. 
Sa 
"After all, there is a certain /etiquette/ involved in pyramid, and you have to admit, you 
broke it." He shrugged, smoothing the cards out across the table and then flipping them 
over in a long and perfect line, before pausing to flip one card from finger to finger as he 
awaited a response.
"The Lords of Kobol... you're making that up." Athena accused him.
Starbuck touched a hand to his chest, "Me?" He blinked, as if the very thought was 
somehow alien to him. 
"Afraid not. 
Tell them, Boom - Boom."
Boomer felt every eye in the OC settle on him, most notably the three sets of blue and 
brown ones across from him. 
“House rules. 
Right, Freeman?" He called out to the barkeep.
"Oh, aye!"
"But what does it mean exactly?" Dietra asked slowly.
"It means," Starbuck grinned, beginning to deal.
"That this game is about to get a whole lot more interesting."
Part 17 - Senmut
"Really?" said a voice. 
They all turned. It was Adultress, from proteus Prison, with a couple of her kids with her. 
Sa 
"After all, there is a certain /etiquette/ involved in pyramid, and you have to admit, you 
broke it." He shrugged, smoothing the cards out across the table and then flipping them 
over in a long and perfect line, before pausing to flip one card from finger to finger as he 
awaited a response.
"The Lords of Kobol... you're making that up." Athena accused him.
Starbuck touched a hand to his chest, "Me?" He blinked, as if the very thought was 
somehow alien to him. 
"Afraid not. 
Tell them, Boom - Boom."
Boomer felt every eye in the OC settle on him, most notably the three sets of blue and 
brown ones across from him. 
“House rules. 
Right, Freeman?" He called out to the barkeep.
"Oh, aye!"
"But what does it mean exactly?" Dietra asked slowly.
"It means," Starbuck grinned, beginning to deal.
"That this game is about to get a whole lot more interesting."
Part 17 - Senmut
"Really?" said a voice. 
They all turned. It was Adultress, from proteus Prison, with a couple of her kids with her. 
Sam the Colonies that Zara was skimming 
through.
"It can't be real!" Starbuck insisted, smiling at Shaula as he caught her eying him shyly.
"Sure looks real." Apollo murmured in return, recalling a discussion he'd had with his 
father pre - Destruction on Adar's longterm plan of launching an exploratory mission to 
Earth, to find out what had happened to the legendary thirteenth tribe. 
 
The President had been a devoted Kobollian and substantiating long forgotten "myths" 
and "legends" as written in the ancient Text, had started as a hobby and had turned into a 
fervent passion. 
 
Apollo's father and the President had many a time discussed long into the night how one 
day Adama would lead such a mission, finally solving the ancient riddle. 
 
But had Adama intentionally mislead them all to carry out their plans? 
 
He just couldn't believe it. 
 
Wouldn't believe it. 
But his rational mind was meanwhile screaming in his ear that the evidence certainly 
looked compelling ...
"Commander, oshaying into the room, she looked directly into Starbuck's eyes, and said. 
"Just how interestin' is that, Starrrr - buck?"
Part 18 - Eugenia
Dietra glanced at Sheba and exchanged a furtive smile. 
She had calculated it would be even odds that Starbuck would escape the storage 
compartment and, of course, the women had a backup plan to distract the fleet's Number 
One pyramid player.
Adultress caressed Starbuck's bare shoulders and purred, "Is this what Starrr - buckin' is?"
"According to some... yeah... " Starbuck looked up into her eyes, clearly tempted. 
He gave her a grin. 
"But I need a little space to do proper Starbucking."
"Yes," Tigh growled, tapping his fingers on the table. 
"Would all non - players step back and allow the players to actually play?"
There was a shuffling of the crowd's feet as they retreated. 
Adultress hesitated, but after another Starbuckian smile, she too stepped back.
Zara and her IFB vidcam - recorder associate took the opportunity to move in. Tigh 
glared at Zara.
"Colonel, if you had notified us ahead of time we would have had time to install the 
proper unobtrusive equipment."
"Oh, no," Starbuck said, his fumarello clenched in his teeth, "it would have only provided 
a means for you to get in on the action and feed information to your compatriots."
"Lieutenant, we have journalistic integrity." Zara huffed.
"Yeah, right, which goes right out the airlock when you think you can up the viewership." 
Starbuck shuffled the cards for the umpteenth time.
"Are we going to play?" Boomer asked, the stress getting to him. 
Athena giggled, her dress accenting her... uh... ample anatomy in interesting ways.
"Settle down, Boomer," Starbuck said lightly. 
"Remember, we're invoking the Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules here."
"Which we're still waiting to hear," Sheba said.
"Well," Starbuck said, dealing out cards, "the dealer's hand determines the high suit for 
the round - "
"But that's not fair," Dietra objected
"It's not fair for you this round, bushaying into the room, she looked directly into Starbuck's eyes, and said. 
"Just how interestin' is that, Starrrr - buck?"
Part 18 - Eugenia
Dietra glanced at Sheba and exchanged a furtive smile. 
She had calculated it would be even odds that Starbuck would escape the storage 
compartment and, of course, the women had a backup plan to distract the fleet's Number 
One pyramid player.
Adultress caressed Starbuck's bare shoulders and purred, "Is this what Starrr - buckin' is?"
"According to some... yeah... " Starbuck looked up into her eyes, clearly tempted. 
He gave her a grin. 
"But I need a little space to do proper Starbucking."
"Yes," Tigh growled, tapping his fingers on the table. 
"Would all non - players step back and allow the players to actually play?"
There was a shuffling of the crowd's feet as they retreated. 
Adultress hesitated, but after another Starbuckian smile, she too stepped back.
Zara and her IFB vidcam - recorder associate took the opportunity to move in. Tigh 
glared at Zshaying into the room, she looked directly into Starbuck's eyes, and said. 
"Just how interestin' is that, Starrrr - buck?"
Part 18 - Eugenia
Dietra glanced at Sheba and exchanged a furtive smile. 
She had calculated it would be even odds that Starbuck would escape the storage 
compartment and, of course, the women had a backup plan to distract the fleet's Number 
One pyramid player.
Adultress caressed Starbuck's bare shoulders and purred, "Is this what Starrr - buckin' is?"
"According to some... yeah... " Starbuck looked up into her eyes, clearly tempted. 
He gave her a grin. 
"But I need a little space to do proper Starbucking."
"Yes," Tigh growled, tapping his fingers on the table. 
"Would all non - players step back and allow the players to actually play?"
There was a shuffling of the crowd's feet as they retreated. 
Adultress hesitated, but after another Starbuckian smile, she too stepped back.
Zara and her IFB vidcam - recorder associate took the opportunity to move in. Tigh 
glared at Zara.
"Colonel, if you had notified us ahead of time we would have had time to install the 
proper unobtrusive equipment."
"Oh, no," Starbuck said, his fumarello clenched in his teeth, "it would have only provided 
a means for you to get in on the action and feed information to your compatriots."
"Lieutenant, we have journalistic integrity." Zara huffed.
"Yeah, right, which goes right out the airlock when you think you can up the viewership." 
Starbuck shuffled the cards for the umpteenth time.
"Are we going to play?" Boomer asked, the stress getting to him. 
Athena giggled, her dress accenting her... uh... ample anatomy in interesting ways.
"Settle down, Boomer," Starbuck said lightly. 
"Remember, we're invoking the Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules here."
"Which we're still waiting to hear," Sheba said.
"Well," Starbuck said, dealing out cards, "the dealer's hand determines the high suit for 
the round - "
"But that's not fair," Dietra objected
"It's not fair for you this round, bushaying into the room, she looked directly into Starbuck's eyes, and said. 
"Just how interestin' is that, Starrrr - buck?"
Part 18 - Eugenia
Dietra glanced at Sheba and exchanged a furtive smile. 
She had calculated it would be even odds that Starbuck would escape the storage 
compartment and, of course, the women had a backup plan to distract the fleet's Number 
One pyramid player.
Adultress caressed Starbuck's bare shoulders and purred, "Is this what Starrr - buckin' is?"
"According to some... yeah... " Starbuck looked up into her eyes, clearly tempted. 
He gave her a grin. 
"But I need a little space to do proper Starbucking."
"Yes," Tigh growled, tapping his fingers on the table. 
"Would all non - players step back and allow the players to actually play?"
There was a shuffling of the crowd's feet as they retreated. 
Adultress hesitated, but after another Starbuckian smile, she too stepped back.
Zara and her IFB vidcam - recorder associate took the opportunity to move in. Tigh 
glared at Zur scanners picked up three Cylon Base Stars just entering this quadrant 
on a heading ... " Omega glanced at his instruments, then pointed at the navigation board. 
 
"Oh, forget it. 
 
Right there!"
Adama swallowed down his pride, and with it some saliva to ease its way down his 
throat. 
 
Before him was the man who might just have the answers he sought. 
"Baltar."
"Yes, Adama." 
He returned smugly. 
 
"From the IFB transmissions we've picked up, you seem to be in some kind of picklon."
"Picklon?" Adama asked.
"Never mind," Baltar shrugged. "But your warriors are locked up by a group of 
insurgents. 
Seems the Fleet is defenseless."
"Omega, bring the Fleet to Red Alert." Adama ordered. 
"Scramble all fighters."
"It's hopeless, Adama!" Baltar roared, then began to laugh some more.
"Frack!" Boomer jumped to his feet as the klaxon sounded through the OC. 
Immediately, weapons again took aim at any warriors who joined him.
"Sit down!" Yuuma roared. 
"I will shoot the first warrior who ara.
"Colonel, if you had notified us ahead of time we would have had time to install the 
proper unobtrusive equipment."
"Oh, no," Starbuck said, his fumarello clenched in his teeth, "it would have only provided 
a means for you to get in on the action and feed information to your compatriots."
"Lieutenant, we have journalistic integrity." Zara huffed.
"Yeah, right, which goes right out the airlock when you think you can up the viewership." 
Starbuck shuffled the cards for the umpteenth time.
"Are we going to play?" Boomer asked, the stress getting to him. 
Athena giggled, her dress accenting her... uh... ample anatomy in interesting ways.
"Settle down, Boomer," Starbuck said lightly. 
"Remember, we're invoking the Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules here."
"Which we're still waiting to hear," Sheba said.
"Well," Starbuck said, dealing out cards, "the dealer's hand determines the high suit for 
the round - "
"But that's not fair," Dietra objected
"It's not fair for you this round, but you'll have the advantage when you deal."
"Next you'll be saying some absurd thing about your team gets to make additional 
draws." Athena said.
"Funny you should say that... " Starbuck grinned.
Next to him, Tigh looked at his cards. 
He really hoped he could have a private word with Starbuck. 
Tigh felt he was a pretty good card sharkon, but he had no clue what these Lords of 
Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules were or if Starbuck was making them up as he 
went along.
"What'll it be?" Freeman asked as Cassie and Apollo squeezed their way through the 
crowd and to the bar.
"You have any hot fudge sauce?" Cassie asked, smiling. 
Beside her, Apollo blushed.
"Uh... I don't think I've heard of any drink with that ingredient," Freeman said.
"Oh, it's not for a drink. If Starbuck invoked the Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the 
Death rules, he'll be needing it.
Part 19 - Lisa Zaza
Athena studied Starbuck, looking for any telltale signs that he was just making up the 
Lords of Kobol Caged Duel to tara.
"Colonel, if you had notified us ahead of time we would have had time to install the 
proper unobtrusive equipment."
"Oh, no," Starbuck said, his fumarello clenched in his teeth, "it would have only provided 
a means for you to get in on the action and feed information to your compatriots."
"Lieutenant, we have journalistic integrity." Zara huffed.
"Yeah, right, which goes right out the airlock when you think you can up the viewership." 
Starbuck shuffled the cards for the umpteenth time.
"Are we going to play?" Boomer asked, the stress getting to him. 
Athena giggled, her dress accenting her... uh... ample anatomy in interesting ways.
"Settle down, Boomer," Starbuck said lightly. 
"Remember, we're invoking the Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules here."
"Which we're still waiting to hear," Sheba said.
"Well," Starbuck said, dealing out cards, "the dealer's hand determines the high suit for 
the round - "
"But that's not fair," Dietra objected
"It's not fair for you this round, buara.
"Colonel, if you had notified us ahead of time we would have had time to install the 
proper unobtrusive equipment."
"Oh, no," Starbuck said, his fumarello clenched in his teeth, "it would have only provided 
a means for you to get in on the action and feed information to your compatriots."
"Lieutenant, we have journalistic integrity." Zara huffed.
"Yeah, right, which goes right out the airlock when you think you can up the viewership." 
Starbuck shuffled the cards for the umpteenth time.
"Are we going to play?" Boomer asked, the stress getting to him. 
Athena giggled, her dress accenting her... uh... ample anatomy in interesting ways.
"Settle down, Boomer," Starbuck said lightly. 
"Remember, we're invoking the Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules here."
"Which we're still waiting to hear," Sheba said.
"Well," Starbuck said, dealing out cards, "the dealer's hand determines the high suit for 
the round - "
"But that's not fair," Dietra objected
"It's not fair for you this round, but you'll have the advantage when you deal."
"Next you'll be saying some absurd thing about your team gets to make additional 
draws." Athena said.
"Funny you should say that... " Starbuck grinned.
Next to him, Tigh looked at his cards. 
He really hoped he could have a private word with Starbuck. 
Tigh felt he was a pretty good card sharkon, but he had no clue what these Lords of 
Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules were or if Starbuck was making them up as he 
went along.
"What'll it be?" Freeman asked as Cassie and Apollo squeezed their way through the 
crowd and to the bar.
"You have any hot fudge sauce?" Cassie asked, smiling. 
Beside her, Apollo blushed.
"Uh... I don't think I've heard of any drink with that ingredient," Freeman said.
"Oh, it's not for a drink. If Starbuck invoked the Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the 
Death rules, he'll be needing it.
Part 19 - Lisa Zaza
Athena studied Starbuck, looking for any telltale signs that he was just making up the 
Lords of Kobol Caged Duel to tara.
"Colonel, if you had notified us ahead of time we would have had time to install the 
proper unobtrusive equipment."
"Oh, no," Starbuck said, his fumarello clenched in his teeth, "it would have only provided 
a means for you to get in on the action and feed information to your compatriots."
"Lieutenant, we have journalistic integrity." Zara huffed.
"Yeah, right, which goes right out the airlock when you think you can up the viewership." 
Starbuck shuffled the cards for the umpteenth time.
"Are we going to play?" Boomer asked, the stress getting to him. 
Athena giggled, her dress accenting her... uh... ample anatomy in interesting ways.
"Settle down, Boomer," Starbuck said lightly. 
"Remember, we're invoking the Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules here."
"Which we're still waiting to hear," Sheba said.
"Well," Starbuck said, dealing out cards, "the dealer's hand determines the high suit for 
the round - "
"But that's not fair," Dietra objected
"It's not fair for you this round, budoes not obey me in five microns. 
Five, four, three, two ... " he raised his weapon, aiming for Boomer.
"The Fleet is under attack!" Boomer yelled, as he slowly lowered himself into his seat 
with his hands raised.
"A likely deception, Yuuma." Shaula suggested. 
"Adama thinks we will give up our hostages if we think our lives are at risk from an 
outside threat."
"You're willing to take that chance?" Apollo asked, slowly lowering himself to his knees 
and cursing the stains that would set in his beige uniform pants. 
What were they thinking? 
"This could be a Cylon attack."
"The Cylon forces are no longer a risk. 
The President himself has said so!" Yuuma returned. "I look through the viewport, and 
what do I see? 
Stars. 
Colonial ships. 
No Cylons." He sneered at the Strike Captain. 
"As Shaula says, it is a deception." He waved his hands in the air. 
"Our lives are a deception!"
"Let the Commander answer your charges. 
Let him explain!" Apollo insisted.
"With lies?" Yuuma asked. 
"Wet you'll have the advantage when you deal."
"Next you'll be saying some absurd thing about your team gets to make additional 
draws." Athena said.
"Funny you should say that... " Starbuck grinned.
Next to him, Tigh looked at his cards. 
He really hoped he could have a private word with Starbuck. 
Tigh felt he was a pretty good card sharkon, but he had no clue what these Lords of 
Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules were or if Starbuck was making them up as he 
went along.
"What'll it be?" Freeman asked as Cassie and Apollo squeezed their way through the 
crowd and to the bar.
"You have any hot fudge sauce?" Cassie asked, smiling. 
Beside her, Apollo blushed.
"Uh... I don't think I've heard of any drink with that ingredient," Freeman said.
"Oh, it's not for a drink. If Starbuck invoked the Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the 
Death rules, he'll be needing it.
Part 19 - Lisa Zaza
Athena studied Starbuck, looking for any telltale signs that he was just making up the 
Lords of Kobol Caged Duel to tt you'll have the advantage when you deal."
"Next you'll be saying some absurd thing about your team gets to make additional 
draws." Athena said.
"Funny you should say that... " Starbuck grinned.
Next to him, Tigh looked at his cards. 
He really hoped he could have a private word with Starbuck. 
Tigh felt he was a pretty good card sharkon, but he had no clue what these Lords of 
Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules were or if Starbuck was making them up as he 
went along.
"What'll it be?" Freeman asked as Cassie and Apollo squeezed their way through the 
crowd and to the bar.
"You have any hot fudge sauce?" Cassie asked, smiling. 
Beside her, Apollo blushed.
"Uh... I don't think I've heard of any drink with that ingredient," Freeman said.
"Oh, it's not for a drink. If Starbuck invoked the Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the 
Death rules, he'll be needing it.
Part 19 - Lisa Zaza
Athena studied Starbuck, looking for any telltale signs that he was just making up the 
Lords of Kobol Caged Duel to tt you'll have the advantage when you deal."
"Next you'll be saying some absurd thing about your team gets to make additional 
draws." Athena said.
"Funny you should say that... " Starbuck grinned.
Next to him, Tigh looked at his cards. 
He really hoped he could have a private word with Starbuck. 
Tigh felt he was a pretty good card sharkon, but he had no clue what these Lords of 
Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules were or if Starbuck was making them up as he 
went along.
"What'll it be?" Freeman asked as Cassie and Apollo squeezed their way through the 
crowd and to the bar.
"You have any hot fudge sauce?" Cassie asked, smiling. 
Beside her, Apollo blushed.
"Uh... I don't think I've heard of any drink with that ingredient," Freeman said.
"Oh, it's not for a drink. If Starbuck invoked the Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the 
Death rules, he'll be needing it.
Part 19 - Lisa Zaza
Athena studied Starbuck, looking for any telltale signs that he was just making up the 
Lords of Kobol Caged Duel to the Death rules as he was going along. 
She certainly wouldn't put it past him to adlib his way through an entire card game.
In fact, the game that was about to follow was probably based on some series of 
algorithms that he had pondered while riding shuttles to the Rising Star - or any number 
of other chanceries - and likely perfected elsewhere over a few grogs, ambrosas and the 
odd Sagittarian ale, while looking at X - rated holovids and holoptics. 
Yeah, somehow or other, she and her accomplices had managed to make some 
testosterone driven fantasy come true, and put Starbuck in charge of how it would all play 
out.
'Well done, ladies' She thought ruefully.
Then again, if she really thought about it, here she was - yahrens after their romance - 
quite enjoying the view of the warrior relaxing in the chair across from her, seemingly 
wearing his near - nakedness as comfortably as anyone else in the OC wore their uniform. 
He was still in peak physical condition from triad and other... recreatihe Death rules as he was going along. 
She certainly wouldn't put it past him to adlib his way through an entire card game.
In fact, the game that was about to follow was probably based on some series of 
algorithms that he had pondered while riding shuttles to the Rising Star - or any number 
of other chanceries - and likely perfected elsewhere over a few grogs, ambrosas and the 
odd Sagittarian ale, while looking at X - rated holovids and holoptics. 
Yeah, somehow or other, she and her accomplices had managed to make some 
testosterone driven fantasy come true, and put Starbuck in charge of how it would all play 
out.
'Well done, ladies' She thought ruefully.
Then again, if she really thought about it, here she was - yahrens after their romance - 
quite enjoying the view of the warrior relaxing in the chair across from her, seemingly 
wearing his near - nakedness as comfortably as anyone else in the OC wore their uniform. 
He was still in peak physical condition from triad and other... recreatit you'll have the advantage when you deal."
"Next you'll be saying some absurd thing about your team gets to make additional 
draws." Athena said.
"Funny you should say that... " Starbuck grinned.
Next to him, Tigh looked at his cards. 
He really hoped he could have a private word with Starbuck. 
Tigh felt he was a pretty good card sharkon, but he had no clue what these Lords of 
Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules were or if Starbuck was making them up as he 
went along.
"What'll it be?" Freeman asked as Cassie and Apollo squeezed their way through the 
crowd and to the bar.
"You have any hot fudge sauce?" Cassie asked, smiling. 
Beside her, Apollo blushed.
"Uh... I don't think I've heard of any drink with that ingredient," Freeman said.
"Oh, it's not for a drink. If Starbuck invoked the Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the 
Death rules, he'll be needing it.
Part 19 - Lisa Zaza
Athena studied Starbuck, looking for any telltale signs that he was just making up the 
Lords of Kobol Caged Duel to t're tired of your lies. 
It's time for change!"
"Commander, twenty warriors on rest period answered the klaxon." Omega informed him 
glumly.
"Twenty Vipers? 
Against three Base Ships?" Adama asked, feeling sick.
"Yes, sir."
"Adama ... "
Adama turned, seeing Siress Tinia waiting behind him. 
Her gentle concern was reflected on her attractive features. 
"Siress Tinia, it really isn't a good time ... "
"I believe I have some of the answers that you seek ... " Tinia began.
"Do you happen to have two fully functional battlestars under your Council Robes? 
That would come in much handier right about now." Adama replied testily, then paused 
as she glanced down at her robes quizzically. "No, I don't suppose you do."
"No." She replied quietly. 
"But I think that Baltar may also be interested in what I have to say. 
For you have both been mislead by President Adar to achieve his ends."
"What?" Baltar stopped laughing. 
"Did she just say what I thought she said?"
"He has pretty good reception," Rigehe Death rules as he was going along. 
She certainly wouldn't put it past him to adlib his way through an entire card game.
In fact, the game that was about to follow was probably based on some series of 
algorithms that he had pondered while riding shuttles to the Rising Star - or any number 
of other chanceries - and likely perfected elsewhere over a few grogs, ambrosas and the 
odd Sagittarian ale, while looking at X - rated holovids and holoptics. 
Yeah, somehow or other, she and her accomplices had managed to make some 
testosterone driven fantasy come true, and put Starbuck in charge of how it would all play 
out.
'Well done, ladies' She thought ruefully.
Then again, if she really thought about it, here she was - yahrens after their romance - 
quite enjoying the view of the warrior relaxing in the chair across from her, seemingly 
wearing his near - nakedness as comfortably as anyone else in the OC wore their uniform. 
He was still in peak physical condition from triad and other... recreatihe Death rules as he was going along. 
She certainly wouldn't put it past him to adlib his way through an entire card game.
In fact, the game that was about to follow was probably based on some series of 
algorithms that he had pondered while riding shuttles to the Rising Star - or any number 
of other chanceries - and likely perfected elsewhere over a few grogs, ambrosas and the 
odd Sagittarian ale, while looking at X - rated holovids and holoptics. 
Yeah, somehow or other, she and her accomplices had managed to make some 
testosterone driven fantasy come true, and put Starbuck in charge of how it would all play 
out.
'Well done, ladies' She thought ruefully.
Then again, if she really thought about it, here she was - yahrens after their romance - 
quite enjoying the view of the warrior relaxing in the chair across from her, seemingly 
wearing his near - nakedness as comfortably as anyone else in the OC wore their uniform. 
He was still in peak physical condition from triad and other... recreatihe Death rules as he was going along. 
She certainly wouldn't put it past him to adlib his way through an entire card game.
In fact, the game that was about to follow was probably based on some series of 
algorithms that he had pondered while riding shuttles to the Rising Star - or any number 
of other chanceries - and likely perfected elsewhere over a few grogs, ambrosas and the 
odd Sagittarian ale, while looking at X - rated holovids and holoptics. 
Yeah, somehow or other, she and her accomplices had managed to make some 
testosterone driven fantasy come true, and put Starbuck in charge of how it would all play 
out.
'Well done, ladies' She thought ruefully.
Then again, if she really thought about it, here she was - yahrens after their romance - 
quite enjoying the view of the warrior relaxing in the chair across from her, seemingly 
wearing his near - nakedness as comfortably as anyone else in the OC wore their uniform. 
He was still in peak physical condition from triad and other... recreational activities he 
was known for, and her eyes travelled languorously over his well - toned chest and 
abdomen, before pausing to watch dreamily as his lips sucked lovingly on his fumarello 
for a long moment before...
“Get down!"
"Hands up!"
"Drop your weapons!"
"Don't move!"
The contradictory orders were barked with increasing intensity from various corners of 
the room, and the room fell silent as the stunned warriors realized that almost half of the 
occupants were now pointing weapons at the other half. 
The doors to the OC were abruptly closed and sealed.
"Oh... frack!" Starbuck muttered, raising his hands in the air. 
Apollo stilled his left hand resting on his weapon as a gun pressed behind his ear, and a 
voice growled, "I said... get down!" Gritting his teeth, the Strike Captain slowly dropped 
to his knees, the man's weapon continuing to apply pressure until he raised his hands and 
rested them behind his head.
"I'm down. 
Just don't hurt anyone." He looked around the room, discoonal activities he 
was known for, and her eyes travelled languorously over his well - toned chest and 
abdomen, before pausing to watch dreamily as his lips sucked lovingly on his fumarello 
for a long moment before...
“Get down!"
"Hands up!"
"Drop your weapons!"
"Don't move!"
The contradictory orders were barked with increasing intensity from various corners of 
the room, and the room fell silent as the stunned warriors realized that almost half of the 
occupants were now pointing weapons at the other half. 
The doors to the OC were abruptly closed and sealed.
"Oh... frack!" Starbuck muttered, raising his hands in the air. 
Apollo stilled his left hand resting on his weapon as a gun pressed behind his ear, and a 
voice growled, "I said... get down!" Gritting his teeth, the Strike Captain slowly dropped 
to his knees, the man's weapon continuing to apply pressure until he raised his hands and 
rested them behind his head.
"I'm down. 
Just don't hurt anyone." He looked around the room, discohe Death rules as he was going along. 
She certainly wouldn't put it past him to adlib his way through an entire card game.
In fact, the game that was about to follow was probably based on some series of 
algorithms that he had pondered while riding shuttles to the Rising Star - or any number 
of other chanceries - and likely perfected elsewhere over a few grogs, ambrosas and the 
odd Sagittarian ale, while looking at X - rated holovids and holoptics. 
Yeah, somehow or other, she and her accomplices had managed to make some 
testosterone driven fantasy come true, and put Starbuck in charge of how it would all play 
out.
'Well done, ladies' She thought ruefully.
Then again, if she really thought about it, here she was - yahrens after their romance - 
quite enjoying the view of the warrior relaxing in the chair across from her, seemingly 
wearing his near - nakedness as comfortably as anyone else in the OC wore their uniform. 
He was still in peak physical condition from triad and other... recreatil commented.
"Yes, Baltar." Adama nodded, glancing between Tinia and the screen. 
"I think perhaps we should have you come aboard under a flag of truce."
"Like the last time?" Baltar sneered, but internally he writhed as he wondered if what he 
always suspected was about to be revealed to him ... and Adama. 
It would be worth the possible consequences. 
"Alright. 
But no tricks, Adama. 
 
I'm not stupid, I remember the last time. 
 
Give me your word of honour that I won't be dropped on some God forsaken planet again 
to rot!" 
He paused and then turned quickly, looking back into the vidfeed. 
 
"Or locked up on the Prison Barge." 
He hesitated and then added, "Or tortured." 
Then he frowned, wiping the sweat from his brow, and said quietly, "Or executed ... "
Omega glanced at his Commander.
Adama nodded. "You have my word as a warrior, Baltar." 
That may be all you have left after this, old man.
Part 34 - Senmut
"Lords of Kobol!" muttered Adama, as the signal faded out. "HIM! What in
Honal activities he 
was known for, and her eyes travelled languorously over his well - toned chest and 
abdomen, before pausing to watch dreamily as his lips sucked lovingly on his fumarello 
for a long moment before...
“Get down!"
"Hands up!"
"Drop your weapons!"
"Don't move!"
The contradictory orders were barked with increasing intensity from various corners of 
the room, and the room fell silent as the stunned warriors realized that almost half of the 
occupants were now pointing weapons at the other half. 
The doors to the OC were abruptly closed and sealed.
"Oh... frack!" Starbuck muttered, raising his hands in the air. 
Apollo stilled his left hand resting on his weapon as a gun pressed behind his ear, and a 
voice growled, "I said... get down!" Gritting his teeth, the Strike Captain slowly dropped 
to his knees, the man's weapon continuing to apply pressure until he raised his hands and 
rested them behind his head.
"I'm down. 
Just don't hurt anyone." He looked around the room, discoonal activities he 
was known for, and her eyes travelled languorously over his well - toned chest and 
abdomen, before pausing to watch dreamily as his lips sucked lovingly on his fumarello 
for a long moment before...
“Get down!"
"Hands up!"
"Drop your weapons!"
"Don't move!"
The contradictory orders were barked with increasing intensity from various corners of 
the room, and the room fell silent as the stunned warriors realized that almost half of the 
occupants were now pointing weapons at the other half. 
The doors to the OC were abruptly closed and sealed.
"Oh... frack!" Starbuck muttered, raising his hands in the air. 
Apollo stilled his left hand resting on his weapon as a gun pressed behind his ear, and a 
voice growled, "I said... get down!" Gritting his teeth, the Strike Captain slowly dropped 
to his knees, the man's weapon continuing to apply pressure until he raised his hands and 
rested them behind his head.
"I'm down. 
Just don't hurt anyone." He looked around the room, discoonal activities he 
was known for, and her eyes travelled languorously over his well - toned chest and 
abdomen, before pausing to watch dreamily as his lips sucked lovingly on his fumarello 
for a long moment before...
“Get down!"
"Hands up!"
"Drop your weapons!"
"Don't move!"
The contradictory orders were barked with increasing intensity from various corners of 
the room, and the room fell silent as the stunned warriors realized that almost half of the 
occupants were now pointing weapons at the other half. 
The doors to the OC were abruptly closed and sealed.
"Oh... frack!" Starbuck muttered, raising his hands in the air. 
Apollo stilled his left hand resting on his weapon as a gun pressed behind his ear, and a 
voice growled, "I said... get down!" Gritting his teeth, the Strike Captain slowly dropped 
to his knees, the man's weapon continuing to apply pressure until he raised his hands and 
rested them behind his head.
"I'm down. 
Just don't hurt anyone." He looked around the room, discouraged to see that each and 
every warrior had been taken completely unaware, drawn in by the action at the pyramid 
table. 
Or the search for hot fudge sauce.
"Easy, now!" Tigh said calmly, realizing that he didn't recognize a single "warrior" that 
was now pointing a weapon... which didn't actually look to be Colonial issue... at the rest 
of them. 
“Who are you, and what do you want?"
"We're the voice of truth!" A stocky, blond man in an ill - fitting standard uniform 
stepped towards the card table, pointing his laser at the Colonel.
"Which truth is that?" Starbuck asked, as the man glared balefully at the XO. 
The weapon swung on him abruptly, as did the malevolent stare.
"The Destruction... " His voice dripped with contempt and anger.
Another voice rang out, "Wait a centon. 
The IFB cameras aren't on!"
"Oh." The insurgent paused, looking back at Zara in irritation.
"Are you covering this or not?"
"Zeke!" Zara nudged the cameraman with her right foot. 
"Wake up! 
This could be a Pulitzuraged to see that each and 
every warrior had been taken completely unaware, drawn in by the action at the pyramid 
table. 
Or the search for hot fudge sauce.
"Easy, now!" Tigh said calmly, realizing that he didn't recognize a single "warrior" that 
was now pointing a weapon... which didn't actually look to be Colonial issue... at the rest 
of them. 
“Who are you, and what do you want?"
"We're the voice of truth!" A stocky, blond man in an ill - fitting standard uniform 
stepped towards the card table, pointing his laser at the Colonel.
"Which truth is that?" Starbuck asked, as the man glared balefully at the XO. 
The weapon swung on him abruptly, as did the malevolent stare.
"The Destruction... " His voice dripped with contempt and anger.
Another voice rang out, "Wait a centon. 
The IFB cameras aren't on!"
"Oh." The insurgent paused, looking back at Zara in irritation.
"Are you covering this or not?"
"Zeke!" Zara nudged the cameraman with her right foot. 
"Wake up! 
This could be a Pulitzonal activities he 
was known for, and her eyes travelled languorously over his well - toned chest and 
abdomen, before pausing to watch dreamily as his lips sucked lovingly on his fumarello 
for a long moment before...
“Get down!"
"Hands up!"
"Drop your weapons!"
"Don't move!"
The contradictory orders were barked with increasing intensity from various corners of 
the room, and the room fell silent as the stunned warriors realized that almost half of the 
occupants were now pointing weapons at the other half. 
The doors to the OC were abruptly closed and sealed.
"Oh... frack!" Starbuck muttered, raising his hands in the air. 
Apollo stilled his left hand resting on his weapon as a gun pressed behind his ear, and a 
voice growled, "I said... get down!" Gritting his teeth, the Strike Captain slowly dropped 
to his knees, the man's weapon continuing to apply pressure until he raised his hands and 
rested them behind his head.
"I'm down. 
Just don't hurt anyone." He looked around the room, discoades Hole do we do now?"
"Who are we gonna call?" said Omega.
"Who ya gonna call?" said Rigel, standing up. "Who ya gonna call?
Bal - Busters!"
"Oh God! 
murmured Tigh.
Part 35 - Eugenia
In the Officers' Club, the standoff continued.
"For Sagan's Sake," Starbuck pleaded, now feeling a bit ridiculous without his uniform. 
"Let us go defend the fleet. 
There are other forces out there that could attack the fleet besides the Cylons."
"Such as?"
"The Eastern Alliance," Boomer said.
"The Ship of Lights," Tigh said, standing next to Boomer.
"I thought they were for us," Apollo said.
"Not all of them. 
What did Count Iblis do your brain?" Frowning, Sheba asked Apollo.
"There's also.um." Athena paused as she racked her memories. 
Starbuck watched her, entranced by both sets of her racks. ".um.."
"Yes? 
We're waiting," Shaula snapped, noting even Yuuma was getting distracted as Athena 
absent - mindedly tapped her temple causing those portions of her anatomy to jiggle in 
ways that men found fascuraged to see that each and 
every warrior had been taken completely unaware, drawn in by the action at the pyramid 
table. 
Or the search for hot fudge sauce.
"Easy, now!" Tigh said calmly, realizing that he didn't recognize a single "warrior" that 
was now pointing a weapon... which didn't actually look to be Colonial issue... at the rest 
of them. 
“Who are you, and what do you want?"
"We're the voice of truth!" A stocky, blond man in an ill - fitting standard uniform 
stepped towards the card table, pointing his laser at the Colonel.
"Which truth is that?" Starbuck asked, as the man glared balefully at the XO. 
The weapon swung on him abruptly, as did the malevolent stare.
"The Destruction... " His voice dripped with contempt and anger.
Another voice rang out, "Wait a centon. 
The IFB cameras aren't on!"
"Oh." The insurgent paused, looking back at Zara in irritation.
"Are you covering this or not?"
"Zeke!" Zara nudged the cameraman with her right foot. 
"Wake up! 
This could be a Pulitzuraged to see that each and 
every warrior had been taken completely unaware, drawn in by the action at the pyramid 
table. 
Or the search for hot fudge sauce.
"Easy, now!" Tigh said calmly, realizing that he didn't recognize a single "warrior" that 
was now pointing a weapon... which didn't actually look to be Colonial issue... at the rest 
of them. 
“Who are you, and what do you want?"
"We're the voice of truth!" A stocky, blond man in an ill - fitting standard uniform 
stepped towards the card table, pointing his laser at the Colonel.
"Which truth is that?" Starbuck asked, as the man glared balefully at the XO. 
The weapon swung on him abruptly, as did the malevolent stare.
"The Destruction... " His voice dripped with contempt and anger.
Another voice rang out, "Wait a centon. 
The IFB cameras aren't on!"
"Oh." The insurgent paused, looking back at Zara in irritation.
"Are you covering this or not?"
"Zeke!" Zara nudged the cameraman with her right foot. 
"Wake up! 
This could be a Pulitzuraged to see that each and 
every warrior had been taken completely unaware, drawn in by the action at the pyramid 
table. 
Or the search for hot fudge sauce.
"Easy, now!" Tigh said calmly, realizing that he didn't recognize a single "warrior" that 
was now pointing a weapon... which didn't actually look to be Colonial issue... at the rest 
of them. 
“Who are you, and what do you want?"
"We're the voice of truth!" A stocky, blond man in an ill - fitting standard uniform 
stepped towards the card table, pointing his laser at the Colonel.
"Which truth is that?" Starbuck asked, as the man glared balefully at the XO. 
The weapon swung on him abruptly, as did the malevolent stare.
"The Destruction... " His voice dripped with contempt and anger.
Another voice rang out, "Wait a centon. 
The IFB cameras aren't on!"
"Oh." The insurgent paused, looking back at Zara in irritation.
"Are you covering this or not?"
"Zeke!" Zara nudged the cameraman with her right foot. 
"Wake up! 
This could be a Pulitzon Prize if we get it right!"
"I'm on it." 
The young man swung into action... after he climbed up off the floor and picked up his 
IFB camera. 
"Okay, go ahead!"
Their apparent leader straightened his hair with his left hand and then took a deep breath. 
On exhalation, he screwed up his face and glared again at Starbuck.
"The Destruction... was an inside job!"
Starbuck stared blankly at them before snorting and rolling his eyes. 
"Duh! 
Ever hear of Baltar? 
The traitor." He shook his head in complete and utter annoyance that these yahoos had 
screwed up his perfect fantasy.
"Cell 123 on the prisoners' ship. 
First launch bay on the right. 
Turn left at the Astrodon Freighter. 
Ugly ship with Prison Barge in fracking big letters.
You can't miss it."
"Non - believer!"
"Mocker!"
"Ignoramus!"
"Show - off!"
The accusations were screeched with increasing frenzy, until Starbuck felt like breaking 
his fumarello in two, and stuffing both ends in his ears.
Fully lit.
Then the huge muzzle of on Prize if we get it right!"
"I'm on it." 
The young man swung into action... after he climbed up off the floor and picked up his 
IFB camera. 
"Okay, go ahead!"
Their apparent leader straightened his hair with his left hand and then took a deep breath. 
On exhalation, he screwed up his face and glared again at Starbuck.
"The Destruction... was an inside job!"
Starbuck stared blankly at them before snorting and rolling his eyes. 
"Duh! 
Ever hear of Baltar? 
The traitor." He shook his head in complete and utter annoyance that these yahoos had 
screwed up his perfect fantasy.
"Cell 123 on the prisoners' ship. 
First launch bay on the right. 
Turn left at the Astrodon Freighter. 
Ugly ship with Prison Barge in fracking big letters.
You can't miss it."
"Non - believer!"
"Mocker!"
"Ignoramus!"
"Show - off!"
The accusations were screeched with increasing frenzy, until Starbuck felt like breaking 
his fumarello in two, and stuffing both ends in his ears.
Fully lit.
Then the huge muzzle of uraged to see that each and 
every warrior had been taken completely unaware, drawn in by the action at the pyramid 
table. 
Or the search for hot fudge sauce.
"Easy, now!" Tigh said calmly, realizing that he didn't recognize a single "warrior" that 
was now pointing a weapon... which didn't actually look to be Colonial issue... at the rest 
of them. 
“Who are you, and what do you want?"
"We're the voice of truth!" A stocky, blond man in an ill - fitting standard uniform 
stepped towards the card table, pointing his laser at the Colonel.
"Which truth is that?" Starbuck asked, as the man glared balefully at the XO. 
The weapon swung on him abruptly, as did the malevolent stare.
"The Destruction... " His voice dripped with contempt and anger.
Another voice rang out, "Wait a centon. 
The IFB cameras aren't on!"
"Oh." The insurgent paused, looking back at Zara in irritation.
"Are you covering this or not?"
"Zeke!" Zara nudged the cameraman with her right foot. 
"Wake up! 
This could be a Pulitzinating.
"Lucifer, listen up, and get this straight," Baltar ordered to the raider's scanner that now 
showed Lucifer. 
His jaw felt sore from the fit of laughter that had seized him as if by some unknown force 
beyond his control. 
For a brief moment, he wondered about his sanity. 
All he had wanted was the opportunity to use his precious supply of hot fudge sauce and 
if he could annoy Adama in the process, so all the more satisfying. 
Now Adama was up to something, inviting him over under a sign of truce, not sending 
out Vipers when his fleet of raiders was almost on the fleet.
"You know I always listen," Lucifer inclined his head slightly.
"Yes, you do, but the concept of understanding what I say seems to elude you.often."
"I am merely doing my best to serve you. 
Perhaps you have not made yourself clear to me." 
Although Lucifer's tone was humble, Baltar scowled suspecting mockery on the IL's part.
"If I made myself any clearer, I would be invisible."
"That would be quite an achievement on Prize if we get it right!"
"I'm on it." 
The young man swung into action... after he climbed up off the floor and picked up his 
IFB camera. 
"Okay, go ahead!"
Their apparent leader straightened his hair with his left hand and then took a deep breath. 
On exhalation, he screwed up his face and glared again at Starbuck.
"The Destruction... was an inside job!"
Starbuck stared blankly at them before snorting and rolling his eyes. 
"Duh! 
Ever hear of Baltar? 
The traitor." He shook his head in complete and utter annoyance that these yahoos had 
screwed up his perfect fantasy.
"Cell 123 on the prisoners' ship. 
First launch bay on the right. 
Turn left at the Astrodon Freighter. 
Ugly ship with Prison Barge in fracking big letters.
You can't miss it."
"Non - believer!"
"Mocker!"
"Ignoramus!"
"Show - off!"
The accusations were screeched with increasing frenzy, until Starbuck felt like breaking 
his fumarello in two, and stuffing both ends in his ears.
Fully lit.
Then the huge muzzle of on Prize if we get it right!"
"I'm on it." 
The young man swung into action... after he climbed up off the floor and picked up his 
IFB camera. 
"Okay, go ahead!"
Their apparent leader straightened his hair with his left hand and then took a deep breath. 
On exhalation, he screwed up his face and glared again at Starbuck.
"The Destruction... was an inside job!"
Starbuck stared blankly at them before snorting and rolling his eyes. 
"Duh! 
Ever hear of Baltar? 
The traitor." He shook his head in complete and utter annoyance that these yahoos had 
screwed up his perfect fantasy.
"Cell 123 on the prisoners' ship. 
First launch bay on the right. 
Turn left at the Astrodon Freighter. 
Ugly ship with Prison Barge in fracking big letters.
You can't miss it."
"Non - believer!"
"Mocker!"
"Ignoramus!"
"Show - off!"
The accusations were screeched with increasing frenzy, until Starbuck felt like breaking 
his fumarello in two, and stuffing both ends in his ears.
Fully lit.
Then the huge muzzle of on Prize if we get it right!"
"I'm on it." 
The young man swung into action... after he climbed up off the floor and picked up his 
IFB camera. 
"Okay, go ahead!"
Their apparent leader straightened his hair with his left hand and then took a deep breath. 
On exhalation, he screwed up his face and glared again at Starbuck.
"The Destruction... was an inside job!"
Starbuck stared blankly at them before snorting and rolling his eyes. 
"Duh! 
Ever hear of Baltar? 
The traitor." He shook his head in complete and utter annoyance that these yahoos had 
screwed up his perfect fantasy.
"Cell 123 on the prisoners' ship. 
First launch bay on the right. 
Turn left at the Astrodon Freighter. 
Ugly ship with Prison Barge in fracking big letters.
You can't miss it."
"Non - believer!"
"Mocker!"
"Ignoramus!"
"Show - off!"
The accusations were screeched with increasing frenzy, until Starbuck felt like breaking 
his fumarello in two, and stuffing both ends in his ears.
Fully lit.
Then the huge muzzle of a weapon settled insistently on the back of his skull, and he 
gasped in a breath as the leader approached him slowly, his mien entirely too calm all of 
a sudden.
"Uh, why don't you tell us all about it?" 
The lieutenant suggested with an easy smile... that didn't come all that easily.
"Why don't I just?" The insurgent smiled in return.
Part 20 - Senmut
Suddenly, the insurgent said, loudly, 
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" as Muffit bit into his ankle. 
He turned, and...
Part 21 - Eugenia
... fired.
There was a squeal from Muffit before he fell over with a thud. 
Apollo hoped Wilker could fix the Daggit... again.
"Anyone else want to try something?" the insurgent said.
"Uh... no... now, where were we?" Starbuck said, leaning back to show that there was no 
possible way he had any concealed weapons on his person.
He smiled as he heard the ladies sigh. 
How many women did the invaders have? 
Where they wavering in their cause?
"Baltar isn't on the prison barge!" the insurgent snapped.
"Your Coma weapon settled insistently on the back of his skull, and he 
gasped in a breath as the leader approached him slowly, his mien entirely too calm all of 
a sudden.
"Uh, why don't you tell us all about it?" 
The lieutenant suggested with an easy smile... that didn't come all that easily.
"Why don't I just?" The insurgent smiled in return.
Part 20 - Senmut
Suddenly, the insurgent said, loudly, 
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" as Muffit bit into his ankle. 
He turned, and...
Part 21 - Eugenia
... fired.
There was a squeal from Muffit before he fell over with a thud. 
Apollo hoped Wilker could fix the Daggit... again.
"Anyone else want to try something?" the insurgent said.
"Uh... no... now, where were we?" Starbuck said, leaning back to show that there was no 
possible way he had any concealed weapons on his person.
He smiled as he heard the ladies sigh. 
How many women did the invaders have? 
Where they wavering in their cause?
"Baltar isn't on the prison barge!" the insurgent snapped.
"Your Comon Prize if we get it right!"
"I'm on it." 
The young man swung into action... after he climbed up off the floor and picked up his 
IFB camera. 
"Okay, go ahead!"
Their apparent leader straightened his hair with his left hand and then took a deep breath. 
On exhalation, he screwed up his face and glared again at Starbuck.
"The Destruction... was an inside job!"
Starbuck stared blankly at them before snorting and rolling his eyes. 
"Duh! 
Ever hear of Baltar? 
The traitor." He shook his head in complete and utter annoyance that these yahoos had 
screwed up his perfect fantasy.
"Cell 123 on the prisoners' ship. 
First launch bay on the right. 
Turn left at the Astrodon Freighter. 
Ugly ship with Prison Barge in fracking big letters.
You can't miss it."
"Non - believer!"
"Mocker!"
"Ignoramus!"
"Show - off!"
The accusations were screeched with increasing frenzy, until Starbuck felt like breaking 
his fumarello in two, and stuffing both ends in his ears.
Fully lit.
Then the huge muzzle of on - "
"Shut up!" Baltar snapped. 
No doubt Lucifer would like for him to be invisible and non - existent. 
"Adama has invited me over for a private discussion. 
Why, I don't know." 
Baltar thought back to centons earlier when the distinguished woman had said something 
about President Adar had misled them both. 
He could understand Adar misleading him. 
After all it was fairly expected in bureautician circles, but Adar misleading Adama? 
It had seemed to him while on the Council, that Adar and Adama got along famously, had 
known each other for some time, had partaken in long discussions about history and the 
Book of the Word and.Earth?
Even back then, Adama had been interested in finding Earth, and so had Adar. 
What if - ?
"Baltar, I am awaiting your orders." 
Lucifer's words broke into his thoughts.
"Of course," Baltar said, returning to the present matter. 
"I am accepting Adama's offer to meet. 
I will not, however, leave myself at his mercy this time. 
My raider will rendezvous witha weapon settled insistently on the back of his skull, and he 
gasped in a breath as the leader approached him slowly, his mien entirely too calm all of 
a sudden.
"Uh, why don't you tell us all about it?" 
The lieutenant suggested with an easy smile... that didn't come all that easily.
"Why don't I just?" The insurgent smiled in return.
Part 20 - Senmut
Suddenly, the insurgent said, loudly, 
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" as Muffit bit into his ankle. 
He turned, and...
Part 21 - Eugenia
... fired.
There was a squeal from Muffit before he fell over with a thud. 
Apollo hoped Wilker could fix the Daggit... again.
"Anyone else want to try something?" the insurgent said.
"Uh... no... now, where were we?" Starbuck said, leaning back to show that there was no 
possible way he had any concealed weapons on his person.
He smiled as he heard the ladies sigh. 
How many women did the invaders have? 
Where they wavering in their cause?
"Baltar isn't on the prison barge!" the insurgent snapped.
"Your Coma weapon settled insistently on the back of his skull, and he 
gasped in a breath as the leader approached him slowly, his mien entirely too calm all of 
a sudden.
"Uh, why don't you tell us all about it?" 
The lieutenant suggested with an easy smile... that didn't come all that easily.
"Why don't I just?" The insurgent smiled in return.
Part 20 - Senmut
Suddenly, the insurgent said, loudly, 
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" as Muffit bit into his ankle. 
He turned, and...
Part 21 - Eugenia
... fired.
There was a squeal from Muffit before he fell over with a thud. 
Apollo hoped Wilker could fix the Daggit... again.
"Anyone else want to try something?" the insurgent said.
"Uh... no... now, where were we?" Starbuck said, leaning back to show that there was no 
possible way he had any concealed weapons on his person.
He smiled as he heard the ladies sigh. 
How many women did the invaders have? 
Where they wavering in their cause?
"Baltar isn't on the prison barge!" the insurgent snapped.
"Your Coma weapon settled insistently on the back of his skull, and he 
gasped in a breath as the leader approached him slowly, his mien entirely too calm all of 
a sudden.
"Uh, why don't you tell us all about it?" 
The lieutenant suggested with an easy smile... that didn't come all that easily.
"Why don't I just?" The insurgent smiled in return.
Part 20 - Senmut
Suddenly, the insurgent said, loudly, 
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" as Muffit bit into his ankle. 
He turned, and...
Part 21 - Eugenia
... fired.
There was a squeal from Muffit before he fell over with a thud. 
Apollo hoped Wilker could fix the Daggit... again.
"Anyone else want to try something?" the insurgent said.
"Uh... no... now, where were we?" Starbuck said, leaning back to show that there was no 
possible way he had any concealed weapons on his person.
He smiled as he heard the ladies sigh. 
How many women did the invaders have? 
Where they wavering in their cause?
"Baltar isn't on the prison barge!" the insurgent snapped.
"Your Commander left him on Ascella, remember?"
"Oh, right, I had forgotten... " 
Starbuck glanced through the crowd at Apollo.
There seemed to be an awful lot of pistols pointed and none of them in familiar hands. 
By now the insurgents had relieved the Warriors of their weapons.
"And isn't it convenient Baltar is no longer available to provide information on just what 
happened?"
"Oh, come on, the guy would just lie - Ow!" 
Starbuck broke off as the blond insurgent hit the back of his head with the end of the gun.
"It was in exchange for the information he provided against the Cylons," Tigh said in a 
clipped voice.
"We didn't want to waste air and food on him anymore."
"Again, how convenient for you and Adama... "
"What? 
 
We had nothing to do with the Destruction!"
Tigh protested, angered by this upstart.
"Now, Colonel why don't we listen to what this gentleman has to say?" 
Zara asked smoothly, attempting to increase her chances of that Pulitzon Prize. 
"First, what is your name?"
Part 22 - Lmander left him on Ascella, remember?"
"Oh, right, I had forgotten... " 
Starbuck glanced through the crowd at Apollo.
There seemed to be an awful lot of pistols pointed and none of them in familiar hands. 
By now the insurgents had relieved the Warriors of their weapons.
"And isn't it convenient Baltar is no longer available to provide information on just what 
happened?"
"Oh, come on, the guy would just lie - Ow!" 
Starbuck broke off as the blond insurgent hit the back of his head with the end of the gun.
"It was in exchange for the information he provided against the Cylons," Tigh said in a 
clipped voice.
"We didn't want to waste air and food on him anymore."
"Again, how convenient for you and Adama... "
"What? 
 
We had nothing to do with the Destruction!"
Tigh protested, angered by this upstart.
"Now, Colonel why don't we listen to what this gentleman has to say?" 
Zara asked smoothly, attempting to increase her chances of that Pulitzon Prize. 
"First, what is your name?"
Part 22 - La weapon settled insistently on the back of his skull, and he 
gasped in a breath as the leader approached him slowly, his mien entirely too calm all of 
a sudden.
"Uh, why don't you tell us all about it?" 
The lieutenant suggested with an easy smile... that didn't come all that easily.
"Why don't I just?" The insurgent smiled in return.
Part 20 - Senmut
Suddenly, the insurgent said, loudly, 
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" as Muffit bit into his ankle. 
He turned, and...
Part 21 - Eugenia
... fired.
There was a squeal from Muffit before he fell over with a thud. 
Apollo hoped Wilker could fix the Daggit... again.
"Anyone else want to try something?" the insurgent said.
"Uh... no... now, where were we?" Starbuck said, leaning back to show that there was no 
possible way he had any concealed weapons on his person.
He smiled as he heard the ladies sigh. 
How many women did the invaders have? 
Where they wavering in their cause?
"Baltar isn't on the prison barge!" the insurgent snapped.
"Your Com the _Galactica_. 
Perhaps I can find something of advantage to the Cylon Empire." 
To himself he added, _And use that hot fudge sauce._
"What possible advantage could you find that we do not already have against the human 
fleet?" 
Lucifer asked. 
"The readouts indicate that the Galactica has not launched any fighters against us. 
Clearly they are at a disadvantage."
"So you think." 
Baltar smiled. 
"It has come to my attention that Adama may have reserves that could annihilate our 
Baseships. 
Would you like to take that chance?" 
Baltar waited for the IL to answer. 
It was more of a bluff on his part he knew, yet was it a bluff if such a possibility existed? 
And what had the Siress meant that Adar had misled him?
"Yes.I concur that it may be for the greater good of the Empire to verify such 
information," Lucifer said, hesitantly.
"Good. 
Now, listen." 
Baltar grinned, relieved that something was going his way. 
"Have the remaining attack fleet hold positions. Should I not establish smander left him on Ascella, remember?"
"Oh, right, I had forgotten... " 
Starbuck glanced through the crowd at Apollo.
There seemed to be an awful lot of pistols pointed and none of them in familiar hands. 
By now the insurgents had relieved the Warriors of their weapons.
"And isn't it convenient Baltar is no longer available to provide information on just what 
happened?"
"Oh, come on, the guy would just lie - Ow!" 
Starbuck broke off as the blond insurgent hit the back of his head with the end of the gun.
"It was in exchange for the information he provided against the Cylons," Tigh said in a 
clipped voice.
"We didn't want to waste air and food on him anymore."
"Again, how convenient for you and Adama... "
"What? 
 
We had nothing to do with the Destruction!"
Tigh protested, angered by this upstart.
"Now, Colonel why don't we listen to what this gentleman has to say?" 
Zara asked smoothly, attempting to increase her chances of that Pulitzon Prize. 
"First, what is your name?"
Part 22 - Lmander left him on Ascella, remember?"
"Oh, right, I had forgotten... " 
Starbuck glanced through the crowd at Apollo.
There seemed to be an awful lot of pistols pointed and none of them in familiar hands. 
By now the insurgents had relieved the Warriors of their weapons.
"And isn't it convenient Baltar is no longer available to provide information on just what 
happened?"
"Oh, come on, the guy would just lie - Ow!" 
Starbuck broke off as the blond insurgent hit the back of his head with the end of the gun.
"It was in exchange for the information he provided against the Cylons," Tigh said in a 
clipped voice.
"We didn't want to waste air and food on him anymore."
"Again, how convenient for you and Adama... "
"What? 
 
We had nothing to do with the Destruction!"
Tigh protested, angered by this upstart.
"Now, Colonel why don't we listen to what this gentleman has to say?" 
Zara asked smoothly, attempting to increase her chances of that Pulitzon Prize. 
"First, what is your name?"
Part 22 - Lmander left him on Ascella, remember?"
"Oh, right, I had forgotten... " 
Starbuck glanced through the crowd at Apollo.
There seemed to be an awful lot of pistols pointed and none of them in familiar hands. 
By now the insurgents had relieved the Warriors of their weapons.
"And isn't it convenient Baltar is no longer available to provide information on just what 
happened?"
"Oh, come on, the guy would just lie - Ow!" 
Starbuck broke off as the blond insurgent hit the back of his head with the end of the gun.
"It was in exchange for the information he provided against the Cylons," Tigh said in a 
clipped voice.
"We didn't want to waste air and food on him anymore."
"Again, how convenient for you and Adama... "
"What? 
 
We had nothing to do with the Destruction!"
Tigh protested, angered by this upstart.
"Now, Colonel why don't we listen to what this gentleman has to say?" 
Zara asked smoothly, attempting to increase her chances of that Pulitzon Prize. 
"First, what is your name?"
Part 22 - Lisa Zaza
The stocky, blond insurgent turned towards Zara, nodding in a manner that would have 
been considered courteous, had he not been holding a weapon over the smouldering 
daggit. 
 
"My name is Yuuma." 
He paused as he looked around the room at the disarmed warriors that had been so easily 
duped. 
 
"On Virgon, where I come from, it means 'truth'. 
 
That is what we are bringing to the people of the Fleet. 
 
The truth." 
 
His eyes narrowed as the near - naked warrior at the card table stared at him dubiously. 
 
"I know you."
"I know you too, pal." 
Starbuck returned dispassionately, wincing slightly as Athena kicked him in the shin 
under the table.
Now that surprised Yuuma. 
 
"I don't recall ever meeting you, face to face before. 
 
From where, Warrior?" 
He used the word like an expletive, conveying the deep contempt he felt for these people.
"You're classic 'booby hatch' material." Starbuck replied with a faint smile. 
 
"People like you despise authority and order, mander left him on Ascella, remember?"
"Oh, right, I had forgotten... " 
Starbuck glanced through the crowd at Apollo.
There seemed to be an awful lot of pistols pointed and none of them in familiar hands. 
By now the insurgents had relieved the Warriors of their weapons.
"And isn't it convenient Baltar is no longer available to provide information on just what 
happened?"
"Oh, come on, the guy would just lie - Ow!" 
Starbuck broke off as the blond insurgent hit the back of his head with the end of the gun.
"It was in exchange for the information he provided against the Cylons," Tigh said in a 
clipped voice.
"We didn't want to waste air and food on him anymore."
"Again, how convenient for you and Adama... "
"What? 
 
We had nothing to do with the Destruction!"
Tigh protested, angered by this upstart.
"Now, Colonel why don't we listen to what this gentleman has to say?" 
Zara asked smoothly, attempting to increase her chances of that Pulitzon Prize. 
"First, what is your name?"
Part 22 - Lisa Zaza
The stocky, blond insurgent turned towards Zara, nodding in a manner that would have 
been considered courteous, had he not been holding a weapon over the smouldering 
daggit. 
 
"My name is Yuuma." 
He paused as he looked around the room at the disarmed warriors that had been so easily 
duped. 
 
"On Virgon, where I come from, it means 'truth'. 
 
That is what we are bringing to the people of the Fleet. 
 
The truth." 
 
His eyes narrowed as the near - naked warrior at the card table stared at him dubiously. 
 
"I know you."
"I know you too, pal." 
Starbuck returned dispassionately, wincing slightly as Athena kicked him in the shin 
under the table.
Now that surprised Yuuma. 
 
"I don't recall ever meeting you, face to face before. 
 
From where, Warrior?" 
He used the word like an expletive, conveying the deep contempt he felt for these people.
"You're classic 'booby hatch' material." Starbuck replied with a faint smile. 
 
"People like you despise authority and order, ome kind of 
communication with you in one centar, proceed with the attack as planned."
"But that would mean you would be on the fleet."
"All the better for Adama to keep his word of honour," Baltar said. 
If he was going to die then he would arrange it so that Adama would meet the same fate.
Part 36 - Lisa Zaza
Apollo blew out a deep breath, as every male insurgent in the room seemed to focus 
intently on his little sister's bosom as they held tightly to their waving weapons. 
He took a quick glance at Sheba's plunging neckline, wishing he could be burying his 
head there instead of dealing with rebels and consecutive attacks, before getting back to 
the matter at hand. 
The klaxon was still blaring, and most of the pilots were unavailable to answer the call to 
duty. 
"Look, Yuuma, we don't seem to be getting anywhere here. 
What exactly do you want? 
The IFB has televised your evidence. 
Now what? 
The Fleet is at risk. 
We don't sound a red alert as a bluff. 
It isn't done."
"Why shoulisa Zaza
The stocky, blond insurgent turned towards Zara, nodding in a manner that would have 
been considered courteous, had he not been holding a weapon over the smouldering 
daggit. 
 
"My name is Yuuma." 
He paused as he looked around the room at the disarmed warriors that had been so easily 
duped. 
 
"On Virgon, where I come from, it means 'truth'. 
 
That is what we are bringing to the people of the Fleet. 
 
The truth." 
 
His eyes narrowed as the near - naked warrior at the card table stared at him dubiously. 
 
"I know you."
"I know you too, pal." 
Starbuck returned dispassionately, wincing slightly as Athena kicked him in the shin 
under the table.
Now that surprised Yuuma. 
 
"I don't recall ever meeting you, face to face before. 
 
From where, Warrior?" 
He used the word like an expletive, conveying the deep contempt he felt for these people.
"You're classic 'booby hatch' material." Starbuck replied with a faint smile. 
 
"People like you despise authority and order, isa Zaza
The stocky, blond insurgent turned towards Zara, nodding in a manner that would have 
been considered courteous, had he not been holding a weapon over the smouldering 
daggit. 
 
"My name is Yuuma." 
He paused as he looked around the room at the disarmed warriors that had been so easily 
duped. 
 
"On Virgon, where I come from, it means 'truth'. 
 
That is what we are bringing to the people of the Fleet. 
 
The truth." 
 
His eyes narrowed as the near - naked warrior at the card table stared at him dubiously. 
 
"I know you."
"I know you too, pal." 
Starbuck returned dispassionately, wincing slightly as Athena kicked him in the shin 
under the table.
Now that surprised Yuuma. 
 
"I don't recall ever meeting you, face to face before. 
 
From where, Warrior?" 
He used the word like an expletive, conveying the deep contempt he felt for these people.
"You're classic 'booby hatch' material." Starbuck replied with a faint smile. 
 
"People like you despise authority and order, isa Zaza
The stocky, blond insurgent turned towards Zara, nodding in a manner that would have 
been considered courteous, had he not been holding a weapon over the smouldering 
daggit. 
 
"My name is Yuuma." 
He paused as he looked around the room at the disarmed warriors that had been so easily 
duped. 
 
"On Virgon, where I come from, it means 'truth'. 
 
That is what we are bringing to the people of the Fleet. 
 
The truth." 
 
His eyes narrowed as the near - naked warrior at the card table stared at him dubiously. 
 
"I know you."
"I know you too, pal." 
Starbuck returned dispassionately, wincing slightly as Athena kicked him in the shin 
under the table.
Now that surprised Yuuma. 
 
"I don't recall ever meeting you, face to face before. 
 
From where, Warrior?" 
He used the word like an expletive, conveying the deep contempt he felt for these people.
"You're classic 'booby hatch' material." Starbuck replied with a faint smile. 
 
"People like you despise authority and order, and do their best to get the masses - the 
average responsible, intelligent individual in society - to second - guess everything they 
believe in with your damn conspiracy theories."
"Silence!" Another shouted, charging towards Starbuck with his weapon raised.
"Calm yourself, Snark." Yuuma ordered the man whose eyes bugged from his head, and 
nostrils flared with the depth of his anger. 
 
Their members had kept these feeling pent up for far too long. 
 
Had been called fools or rebels, and had been mocked by people such as this warrior for 
sectars on end as they tried to get their message out on a smaller level, as they tried to get 
the average citizen to use his brain, instead of simply believing the lies and rhetoric that 
their leaders spouted so easily. 
"Yours is exactly the response he is trying to achieve."
"He!" The man stopped at the table, pointing the laser directly at Starbuck's temple. 
 
"He is one of those who perpetuates the myth that Adama created to lead us all on this 
fisa Zaza
The stocky, blond insurgent turned towards Zara, nodding in a manner that would have 
been considered courteous, had he not been holding a weapon over the smouldering 
daggit. 
 
"My name is Yuuma." 
He paused as he looked around the room at the disarmed warriors that had been so easily 
duped. 
 
"On Virgon, where I come from, it means 'truth'. 
 
That is what we are bringing to the people of the Fleet. 
 
The truth." 
 
His eyes narrowed as the near - naked warrior at the card table stared at him dubiously. 
 
"I know you."
"I know you too, pal." 
Starbuck returned dispassionately, wincing slightly as Athena kicked him in the shin 
under the table.
Now that surprised Yuuma. 
 
"I don't recall ever meeting you, face to face before. 
 
From where, Warrior?" 
He used the word like an expletive, conveying the deep contempt he felt for these people.
"You're classic 'booby hatch' material." Starbuck replied with a faint smile. 
 
"People like you despise authority and order, and do their best to get the masses - the 
average responsible, intelligent individual in society - to second - guess everything they 
believe in with your damn conspiracy theories."
"Silence!" Another shouted, charging towards Starbuck with his weapon raised.
"Calm yourself, Snark." Yuuma ordered the man whose eyes bugged from his head, and 
nostrils flared with the depth of his anger. 
 
Their members had kept these feeling pent up for far too long. 
 
Had been called fools or rebels, and had been mocked by people such as this warrior for 
sectars on end as they tried to get their message out on a smaller level, as they tried to get 
the average citizen to use his brain, instead of simply believing the lies and rhetoric that 
their leaders spouted so easily. 
"Yours is exactly the response he is trying to achieve."
"He!" The man stopped at the table, pointing the laser directly at Starbuck's temple. 
 
"He is one of those who perpetuates the myth that Adama created to lead us all on this 
fd I believe that?" Yumma replied with a sneer, pulling his gaze from the sexy 
dark - haired Lieutenant with effort.
"It's in the regulation manual." Apollo replied, pulling his copy from his back pocket.
"You know, if you didn't carry that around with you all the time, your pants would fit 
better." Starbuck mentioned, recalling how Apollo had once mentioned that the uniform 
pants never fit him quite right, and in fact, bagged at his astrum. 
(Or maybe that was Richard Hatch in the narrated version of Saga.) 
Starbuck had never verified this startling news, feeling queer about actually taking a look, 
but he was willing to bet Apollo had checked out - one way or the other - how the rest of 
the squadron's pants fit. 
Most likely by asking Sheba. 
He hoped.
"I like the way yours fit." Shaula mentioned to him, looking sidelong at Yuuma's 
reaction. 
He bristled angrily.
"Thanks." Starbuck smiled at the female insurgent, who on closer inspection was kind of 
cute. 
In a rebellious sort of way.and do their best to get the masses - the 
average responsible, intelligent individual in society - to second - guess everything they 
believe in with your damn conspiracy theories."
"Silence!" Another shouted, charging towards Starbuck with his weapon raised.
"Calm yourself, Snark." Yuuma ordered the man whose eyes bugged from his head, and 
nostrils flared with the depth of his anger. 
 
Their members had kept these feeling pent up for far too long. 
 
Had been called fools or rebels, and had been mocked by people such as this warrior for 
sectars on end as they tried to get their message out on a smaller level, as they tried to get 
the average citizen to use his brain, instead of simply believing the lies and rhetoric that 
their leaders spouted so easily. 
"Yours is exactly the response he is trying to achieve."
"He!" The man stopped at the table, pointing the laser directly at Starbuck's temple. 
 
"He is one of those who perpetuates the myth that Adama created to lead us all on this 
fand do their best to get the masses - the 
average responsible, intelligent individual in society - to second - guess everything they 
believe in with your damn conspiracy theories."
"Silence!" Another shouted, charging towards Starbuck with his weapon raised.
"Calm yourself, Snark." Yuuma ordered the man whose eyes bugged from his head, and 
nostrils flared with the depth of his anger. 
 
Their members had kept these feeling pent up for far too long. 
 
Had been called fools or rebels, and had been mocked by people such as this warrior for 
sectars on end as they tried to get their message out on a smaller level, as they tried to get 
the average citizen to use his brain, instead of simply believing the lies and rhetoric that 
their leaders spouted so easily. 
"Yours is exactly the response he is trying to achieve."
"He!" The man stopped at the table, pointing the laser directly at Starbuck's temple. 
 
"He is one of those who perpetuates the myth that Adama created to lead us all on this 
fand do their best to get the masses - the 
average responsible, intelligent individual in society - to second - guess everything they 
believe in with your damn conspiracy theories."
"Silence!" Another shouted, charging towards Starbuck with his weapon raised.
"Calm yourself, Snark." Yuuma ordered the man whose eyes bugged from his head, and 
nostrils flared with the depth of his anger. 
 
Their members had kept these feeling pent up for far too long. 
 
Had been called fools or rebels, and had been mocked by people such as this warrior for 
sectars on end as they tried to get their message out on a smaller level, as they tried to get 
the average citizen to use his brain, instead of simply believing the lies and rhetoric that 
their leaders spouted so easily. 
"Yours is exactly the response he is trying to achieve."
"He!" The man stopped at the table, pointing the laser directly at Starbuck's temple. 
 
"He is one of those who perpetuates the myth that Adama created to lead us all on this 
fabricated and pointless quest ... " Malevolence and disdain dripped from his voice.
"Hold it!" Boomer inserted nervously, wishing Starbuck could just learn just once from 
his previous experiences that crazed and incensed people had a tendency to want to use 
him for close range target practice when he shot his big mouth off. 
 
"Are you trying to say that you think that the Destruction was ... some kind of ruse? 
Why?"
"Two - hundred and twenty ships were all that survived out of all the billions of people in 
the Twelve Colonies and outer settlements?" Yuuma replied scathingly. 
"Do you actually think that we believe that? 
 
That we don't realize that we were part of a small test group of designated space - rats 
fated to cross the universe to in search of the fabled Thirteenth Tribe? 
 
That this entire journey is because religious zealots were trying to substantiate long 
forgotten legends to lend credence to an ancient tome that is losing popularity with a 
nation of people who have beenand do their best to get the masses - the 
average responsible, intelligent individual in society - to second - guess everything they 
believe in with your damn conspiracy theories."
"Silence!" Another shouted, charging towards Starbuck with his weapon raised.
"Calm yourself, Snark." Yuuma ordered the man whose eyes bugged from his head, and 
nostrils flared with the depth of his anger. 
 
Their members had kept these feeling pent up for far too long. 
 
Had been called fools or rebels, and had been mocked by people such as this warrior for 
sectars on end as they tried to get their message out on a smaller level, as they tried to get 
the average citizen to use his brain, instead of simply believing the lies and rhetoric that 
their leaders spouted so easily. 
"Yours is exactly the response he is trying to achieve."
"He!" The man stopped at the table, pointing the laser directly at Starbuck's temple. 
 
"He is one of those who perpetuates the myth that Adama created to lead us all on this 
fabricated and pointless quest ... " Malevolence and disdain dripped from his voice.
"Hold it!" Boomer inserted nervously, wishing Starbuck could just learn just once from 
his previous experiences that crazed and incensed people had a tendency to want to use 
him for close range target practice when he shot his big mouth off. 
 
"Are you trying to say that you think that the Destruction was ... some kind of ruse? 
Why?"
"Two - hundred and twenty ships were all that survived out of all the billions of people in 
the Twelve Colonies and outer settlements?" Yuuma replied scathingly. 
"Do you actually think that we believe that? 
 
That we don't realize that we were part of a small test group of designated space - rats 
fated to cross the universe to in search of the fabled Thirteenth Tribe? 
 
That this entire journey is because religious zealots were trying to substantiate long 
forgotten legends to lend credence to an ancient tome that is losing popularity with a 
nation of people who have been
"Aye, I do as well." Adultress 58 told him, crawling low across the floor until she was 
next to him. 
She ran a hand up one leg resting it possessively on his thigh, and smiling as he jumped 
in reaction to the intimate touch. 
"Now, where were we, lad? 
Tell me about this Starbuckin'. 
I tend to be thinkin' it's somewhat related to me forefather's ... never did know which one 
was me own blood ... to me forefather's original sin." She smiled provocatively.
"Uh ... " he swallowed the lump in his throat as Shaula also smiled at him and licked her 
lips ferally. 
"No, it's just a name."
"Well, names do mean something ... or at least they used to." Shaula added.
"What does yours mean?" Starbuck asked, hoping to change the subject.
"The raised tail of a scorpian." She replied with a bright smile.
"I ... see." He glanced over to the Captain. 
"Back to you, Apollo. 
Yuuma. 
Anyone."
"Maybe you should carry a reg manual in your back pocket too." Boomer added 
helpfully.
"I'll try and keep thatabricated and pointless quest ... " Malevolence and disdain dripped from his voice.
"Hold it!" Boomer inserted nervously, wishing Starbuck could just learn just once from 
his previous experiences that crazed and incensed people had a tendency to want to use 
him for close range target practice when he shot his big mouth off. 
 
"Are you trying to say that you think that the Destruction was ... some kind of ruse? 
Why?"
"Two - hundred and twenty ships were all that survived out of all the billions of people in 
the Twelve Colonies and outer settlements?" Yuuma replied scathingly. 
"Do you actually think that we believe that? 
 
That we don't realize that we were part of a small test group of designated space - rats 
fated to cross the universe to in search of the fabled Thirteenth Tribe? 
 
That this entire journey is because religious zealots were trying to substantiate long 
forgotten legends to lend credence to an ancient tome that is losing popularity with a 
nation of people who have beenabricated and pointless quest ... " Malevolence and disdain dripped from his voice.
"Hold it!" Boomer inserted nervously, wishing Starbuck could just learn just once from 
his previous experiences that crazed and incensed people had a tendency to want to use 
him for close range target practice when he shot his big mouth off. 
 
"Are you trying to say that you think that the Destruction was ... some kind of ruse? 
Why?"
"Two - hundred and twenty ships were all that survived out of all the billions of people in 
the Twelve Colonies and outer settlements?" Yuuma replied scathingly. 
"Do you actually think that we believe that? 
 
That we don't realize that we were part of a small test group of designated space - rats 
fated to cross the universe to in search of the fabled Thirteenth Tribe? 
 
That this entire journey is because religious zealots were trying to substantiate long 
forgotten legends to lend credence to an ancient tome that is losing popularity with a 
nation of people who have beenabricated and pointless quest ... " Malevolence and disdain dripped from his voice.
"Hold it!" Boomer inserted nervously, wishing Starbuck could just learn just once from 
his previous experiences that crazed and incensed people had a tendency to want to use 
him for close range target practice when he shot his big mouth off. 
 
"Are you trying to say that you think that the Destruction was ... some kind of ruse? 
Why?"
"Two - hundred and twenty ships were all that survived out of all the billions of people in 
the Twelve Colonies and outer settlements?" Yuuma replied scathingly. 
"Do you actually think that we believe that? 
 
That we don't realize that we were part of a small test group of designated space - rats 
fated to cross the universe to in search of the fabled Thirteenth Tribe? 
 
That this entire journey is because religious zealots were trying to substantiate long 
forgotten legends to lend credence to an ancient tome that is losing popularity with a 
nation of people who have been at war for a thousand yahren?"
Starbuck burst out of his seat, upsetting the table as he roared in return, "Do you know 
how many Colonial Warriors lost their lives trying to defend the Colonies that day ... how 
many civilians were incinerated in wave after wave of Cylon strafing runs ... "
Every weapon - and one IFB camera - trained on the incensed warrior immediately.
"A lot fewer than were reported to us, Lieutenant." Yuuma returned quietly. 
 
"Now sit down, or we will shoot you."
The sound of Tigh's chair being shoved back roughly seemed to fill the room. 
"Then you'll have to shoot me too," he said as he climbed to his feet alongside the 
lieutenant.
Part 23 - Maggie Hutchison
The Virgon opened his mouth to say something, but the sound of other chairs sliding 
across the floor silenced him. 
Boomer, Athena, and all of the warriors now stood, shoulder to shoulder, staring 
resolutely at the insurgents. 
 
The only sound audible was muted breathing. 
 
Finally, Yuuma raised his chin, abricated and pointless quest ... " Malevolence and disdain dripped from his voice.
"Hold it!" Boomer inserted nervously, wishing Starbuck could just learn just once from 
his previous experiences that crazed and incensed people had a tendency to want to use 
him for close range target practice when he shot his big mouth off. 
 
"Are you trying to say that you think that the Destruction was ... some kind of ruse? 
Why?"
"Two - hundred and twenty ships were all that survived out of all the billions of people in 
the Twelve Colonies and outer settlements?" Yuuma replied scathingly. 
"Do you actually think that we believe that? 
 
That we don't realize that we were part of a small test group of designated space - rats 
fated to cross the universe to in search of the fabled Thirteenth Tribe? 
 
That this entire journey is because religious zealots were trying to substantiate long 
forgotten legends to lend credence to an ancient tome that is losing popularity with a 
nation of people who have been in mind." Starbuck replied with a glower.
 
"Cylon Raider requesting permission to land, Commander." Rigel reported.
"Direct them to Alpha Bay." Adama replied, "I'll meet Baltar there. 
Siress Tinia? 
Will you join us?"
"I think it would be best if I wait in Council chambers, Adama." She replied.
 
Memories came flooding back as Baltar's Raider came to a stop. Iblis. 
For a moment he wondered if somehow this could be yet another trick to return him to 
the Fleet by the mysterious Count who had sounded exactly like the voice of the original 
Imperious Leader. 
Then, he took a deep breath, steadying himself for what lay ahead. 
"Stay here, and await my orders," he directed his centurions.
"By your command."
"Of course."
He touched down lightly on the deck, not for the first time reflecting on the path his life 
had taken when he had been forced to become an enemy operative in order to survive. 
More than anything he was curious to see what the Siress would reveal. 
He had thought through the at war for a thousand yahren?"
Starbuck burst out of his seat, upsetting the table as he roared in return, "Do you know 
how many Colonial Warriors lost their lives trying to defend the Colonies that day ... how 
many civilians were incinerated in wave after wave of Cylon strafing runs ... "
Every weapon - and one IFB camera - trained on the incensed warrior immediately.
"A lot fewer than were reported to us, Lieutenant." Yuuma returned quietly. 
 
"Now sit down, or we will shoot you."
The sound of Tigh's chair being shoved back roughly seemed to fill the room. 
"Then you'll have to shoot me too," he said as he climbed to his feet alongside the 
lieutenant.
Part 23 - Maggie Hutchison
The Virgon opened his mouth to say something, but the sound of other chairs sliding 
across the floor silenced him. 
Boomer, Athena, and all of the warriors now stood, shoulder to shoulder, staring 
resolutely at the insurgents. 
 
The only sound audible was muted breathing. 
 
Finally, Yuuma raised his chin,  at war for a thousand yahren?"
Starbuck burst out of his seat, upsetting the table as he roared in return, "Do you know 
how many Colonial Warriors lost their lives trying to defend the Colonies that day ... how 
many civilians were incinerated in wave after wave of Cylon strafing runs ... "
Every weapon - and one IFB camera - trained on the incensed warrior immediately.
"A lot fewer than were reported to us, Lieutenant." Yuuma returned quietly. 
 
"Now sit down, or we will shoot you."
The sound of Tigh's chair being shoved back roughly seemed to fill the room. 
"Then you'll have to shoot me too," he said as he climbed to his feet alongside the 
lieutenant.
Part 23 - Maggie Hutchison
The Virgon opened his mouth to say something, but the sound of other chairs sliding 
across the floor silenced him. 
Boomer, Athena, and all of the warriors now stood, shoulder to shoulder, staring 
resolutely at the insurgents. 
 
The only sound audible was muted breathing. 
 
Finally, Yuuma raised his chin,  at war for a thousand yahren?"
Starbuck burst out of his seat, upsetting the table as he roared in return, "Do you know 
how many Colonial Warriors lost their lives trying to defend the Colonies that day ... how 
many civilians were incinerated in wave after wave of Cylon strafing runs ... "
Every weapon - and one IFB camera - trained on the incensed warrior immediately.
"A lot fewer than were reported to us, Lieutenant." Yuuma returned quietly. 
 
"Now sit down, or we will shoot you."
The sound of Tigh's chair being shoved back roughly seemed to fill the room. 
"Then you'll have to shoot me too," he said as he climbed to his feet alongside the 
lieutenant.
Part 23 - Maggie Hutchison
The Virgon opened his mouth to say something, but the sound of other chairs sliding 
across the floor silenced him. 
Boomer, Athena, and all of the warriors now stood, shoulder to shoulder, staring 
resolutely at the insurgents. 
 
The only sound audible was muted breathing. 
 
Finally, Yuuma raised his chin,  at war for a thousand yahren?"
Starbuck burst out of his seat, upsetting the table as he roared in return, "Do you know 
how many Colonial Warriors lost their lives trying to defend the Colonies that day ... how 
many civilians were incinerated in wave after wave of Cylon strafing runs ... "
Every weapon - and one IFB camera - trained on the incensed warrior immediately.
"A lot fewer than were reported to us, Lieutenant." Yuuma returned quietly. 
 
"Now sit down, or we will shoot you."
The sound of Tigh's chair being shoved back roughly seemed to fill the room. 
"Then you'll have to shoot me too," he said as he climbed to his feet alongside the 
lieutenant.
Part 23 - Maggie Hutchison
The Virgon opened his mouth to say something, but the sound of other chairs sliding 
across the floor silenced him. 
Boomer, Athena, and all of the warriors now stood, shoulder to shoulder, staring 
resolutely at the insurgents. 
 
The only sound audible was muted breathing. 
 
Finally, Yuuma raised his chin,  at war for a thousand yahren?"
Starbuck burst out of his seat, upsetting the table as he roared in return, "Do you know 
how many Colonial Warriors lost their lives trying to defend the Colonies that day ... how 
many civilians were incinerated in wave after wave of Cylon strafing runs ... "
Every weapon - and one IFB camera - trained on the incensed warrior immediately.
"A lot fewer than were reported to us, Lieutenant." Yuuma returned quietly. 
 
"Now sit down, or we will shoot you."
The sound of Tigh's chair being shoved back roughly seemed to fill the room. 
"Then you'll have to shoot me too," he said as he climbed to his feet alongside the 
lieutenant.
Part 23 - Maggie Hutchison
The Virgon opened his mouth to say something, but the sound of other chairs sliding 
across the floor silenced him. 
Boomer, Athena, and all of the warriors now stood, shoulder to shoulder, staring 
resolutely at the insurgents. 
 
The only sound audible was muted breathing. 
 
Finally, Yuuma raised his chin, stared straight at Colonel Tigh, and said ...
Part 24 - Eugenia
"All right, if that's they way you want it, we'll just shoot the whole lot of you."
Part 25 - Lisa Zaza
"The point is," Baltar paused, rising from his seat and intending to pace like a caged 
animal. 
 
The first step - as they say - was a doozy, and he tumbled from atop his raised platform 
landing in a heap at its base.
Oh, sure it was empowering to sit atop a throne that everyone had to crane their necks to 
look up at, but getting down was always inconvenient. 
 
Rumour had it that the Imperious Leader's throne actually went up and down 
electronically, its remoticon attached to a panel on the right armrest. 
Baltar's, however, was conspicuously absent. 
He had wondered more than once if the omission was intentional, and the Cylon Leader 
laughed uproariously each time he engaged the power unit that lowered and raised the 
throne gently. 
He sighed, as he rolled over on his back, the Imperious Leader's practical joke pushed stared straight at Colonel Tigh, and said ...
Part 24 - Eugenia
"All right, if that's they way you want it, we'll just shoot the whole lot of you."
Part 25 - Lisa Zaza
"The point is," Baltar paused, rising from his seat and intending to pace like a caged 
animal. 
 
The first step - as they say - was a doozy, and he tumbled from atop his raised platform 
landing in a heap at its base.
Oh, sure it was empowering to sit atop a throne that everyone had to crane their necks to 
look up at, but getting down was always inconvenient. 
 
Rumour had it that the Imperious Leader's throne actually went up and down 
electronically, its remoticon attached to a panel on the right armrest. 
Baltar's, however, was conspicuously absent. 
He had wondered more than once if the omission was intentional, and the Cylon Leader 
laughed uproariously each time he engaged the power unit that lowered and raised the 
throne gently. 
He sighed, as he rolled over on his back, the Imperious Leader's practical joke pushed  chain of events that had taken him from Adar's appointed 
Liaison with the Cylons for the negotiation of a peace treaty, to public enemy number 
one. 
Never before had he considered the doddering old fool of a President into the equation. 
Perhaps he had underestimated Adar. 
Strangely, the fact that Adama might also have done so was encouraging. 
Amusing, even.
"Baltar."
Then he was standing before Adama and the two studied each other through curious and 
suspicious eyes for a moment. 
"What's this all about, Adama?" Baltar asked abruptly, not willing to let go of the idea 
that he was being set up.
"Siress Tinia promises she will reveal what she knows." Adama admitted, motioning for 
his mortal enemy to follow him.
 
"This is typical of the behaviour of our most decorated officers." Yuuma snapped as he 
indicated the nearly naked Starbuck with Adultress 58 and Shaula fawning over him, and 
then glanced over at Sheba, Athena and Dietra. 
"Disgusting."
"Starbuck's behaviour isn't typical ostared straight at Colonel Tigh, and said ...
Part 24 - Eugenia
"All right, if that's they way you want it, we'll just shoot the whole lot of you."
Part 25 - Lisa Zaza
"The point is," Baltar paused, rising from his seat and intending to pace like a caged 
animal. 
 
The first step - as they say - was a doozy, and he tumbled from atop his raised platform 
landing in a heap at its base.
Oh, sure it was empowering to sit atop a throne that everyone had to crane their necks to 
look up at, but getting down was always inconvenient. 
 
Rumour had it that the Imperious Leader's throne actually went up and down 
electronically, its remoticon attached to a panel on the right armrest. 
Baltar's, however, was conspicuously absent. 
He had wondered more than once if the omission was intentional, and the Cylon Leader 
laughed uproariously each time he engaged the power unit that lowered and raised the 
throne gently. 
He sighed, as he rolled over on his back, the Imperious Leader's practical joke pushed stared straight at Colonel Tigh, and said ...
Part 24 - Eugenia
"All right, if that's they way you want it, we'll just shoot the whole lot of you."
Part 25 - Lisa Zaza
"The point is," Baltar paused, rising from his seat and intending to pace like a caged 
animal. 
 
The first step - as they say - was a doozy, and he tumbled from atop his raised platform 
landing in a heap at its base.
Oh, sure it was empowering to sit atop a throne that everyone had to crane their necks to 
look up at, but getting down was always inconvenient. 
 
Rumour had it that the Imperious Leader's throne actually went up and down 
electronically, its remoticon attached to a panel on the right armrest. 
Baltar's, however, was conspicuously absent. 
He had wondered more than once if the omission was intentional, and the Cylon Leader 
laughed uproariously each time he engaged the power unit that lowered and raised the 
throne gently. 
He sighed, as he rolled over on his back, the Imperious Leader's practical joke pushed stared straight at Colonel Tigh, and said ...
Part 24 - Eugenia
"All right, if that's they way you want it, we'll just shoot the whole lot of you."
Part 25 - Lisa Zaza
"The point is," Baltar paused, rising from his seat and intending to pace like a caged 
animal. 
 
The first step - as they say - was a doozy, and he tumbled from atop his raised platform 
landing in a heap at its base.
Oh, sure it was empowering to sit atop a throne that everyone had to crane their necks to 
look up at, but getting down was always inconvenient. 
 
Rumour had it that the Imperious Leader's throne actually went up and down 
electronically, its remoticon attached to a panel on the right armrest. 
Baltar's, however, was conspicuously absent. 
He had wondered more than once if the omission was intentional, and the Cylon Leader 
laughed uproariously each time he engaged the power unit that lowered and raised the 
throne gently. 
He sighed, as he rolled over on his back, the Imperious Leader's practical joke pushed stared straight at Colonel Tigh, and said ...
Part 24 - Eugenia
"All right, if that's they way you want it, we'll just shoot the whole lot of you."
Part 25 - Lisa Zaza
"The point is," Baltar paused, rising from his seat and intending to pace like a caged 
animal. 
 
The first step - as they say - was a doozy, and he tumbled from atop his raised platform 
landing in a heap at its base.
Oh, sure it was empowering to sit atop a throne that everyone had to crane their necks to 
look up at, but getting down was always inconvenient. 
 
Rumour had it that the Imperious Leader's throne actually went up and down 
electronically, its remoticon attached to a panel on the right armrest. 
Baltar's, however, was conspicuously absent. 
He had wondered more than once if the omission was intentional, and the Cylon Leader 
laughed uproariously each time he engaged the power unit that lowered and raised the 
throne gently. 
He sighed, as he rolled over on his back, the Imperious Leader's practical joke pushed 
from his mind as he once again gazed at the IFB transmission they had managed to pick 
up with their new Parabolic Receiver O'Matic that Lucifer had ordered from Ronco. 
 
Three hot babes sat at the card table, one of them leaning forward provocatively, showing 
a tantalising glimpse of cleavage. 
 
"I miss hot fudge sauce."
"I see." Lucifer replied, his head beginning to strobe as he tried to compute why Baltar 
should suddenly become irresistibly drawn towards a confectionery that supposedly 
topped a frozen product made from animal extract, and was considered a culinary delight 
by both Human adults and children alike.
"You really don't." 
Baltar replied dryly. 
 
"Tell me, bonfire brain, is there anything that you desire on a daily basis that being on 
this damn Base Star prevents you from getting?"
"I desire nothing, Baltar. 
 
I suppose it's boring from a Human perspective, but it's certainly functional." Lucifer 
returned.
"It certainly is." 
Baltar sighed, picking himself up fro
from his mind as he once again gazed at the IFB transmission they had managed to pick 
up with their new Parabolic Receiver O'Matic that Lucifer had ordered from Ronco. 
 
Three hot babes sat at the card table, one of them leaning forward provocatively, showing 
a tantalising glimpse of cleavage. 
 
"I miss hot fudge sauce."
"I see." Lucifer replied, his head beginning to strobe as he tried to compute why Baltar 
should suddenly become irresistibly drawn towards a confectionery that supposedly 
topped a frozen product made from animal extract, and was considered a culinary delight 
by both Human adults and children alike.
"You really don't." 
Baltar replied dryly. 
 
"Tell me, bonfire brain, is there anything that you desire on a daily basis that being on 
this damn Base Star prevents you from getting?"
"I desire nothing, Baltar. 
 
I suppose it's boring from a Human perspective, but it's certainly functional." Lucifer 
returned.
"It certainly is." 
Baltar sighed, picking himself up frof anything but ... Starbuck." Apollo replied with a 
shrug. 
"And I'm guessing it was Starbuck - induced behaviour that caused these ladies to show 
up here looking so ... " Three sets of eyes stared at him, warning him to chose his next 
words carefully. 
"Enchanting."
"Hey, I resemble that remark ... I mean... ." Starbuck huffed. 
"Actually, they ... "
"Not now, Starbuck." Apollo cut him off. 
"And for Sagan's sake, put some clothes on. 
You've been grandstanding for 20 episodes. 
Freeman, throw him an apron or something would you?"
The women present "aahed" in disappointment than laughed and cheered as the barkeep 
tossed Starbuck a ...
Part 37 - Eugenia
PREVIOUSLY IN: 
"A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER" - PART 36
"Not now, Starbuck." Apollo cut him off. 
"And for Sagan's sake, put some clothes on. 
You've been grandstanding for 20 episodes. Freeman, throw him an apron or something 
would you?" 
The women present "aahed" in disappointment than laughed and cheered as the barkeep 
tossed Sta
from his mind as he once again gazed at the IFB transmission they had managed to pick 
up with their new Parabolic Receiver O'Matic that Lucifer had ordered from Ronco. 
 
Three hot babes sat at the card table, one of them leaning forward provocatively, showing 
a tantalising glimpse of cleavage. 
 
"I miss hot fudge sauce."
"I see." Lucifer replied, his head beginning to strobe as he tried to compute why Baltar 
should suddenly become irresistibly drawn towards a confectionery that supposedly 
topped a frozen product made from animal extract, and was considered a culinary delight 
by both Human adults and children alike.
"You really don't." 
Baltar replied dryly. 
 
"Tell me, bonfire brain, is there anything that you desire on a daily basis that being on 
this damn Base Star prevents you from getting?"
"I desire nothing, Baltar. 
 
I suppose it's boring from a Human perspective, but it's certainly functional." Lucifer 
returned.
"It certainly is." 
Baltar sighed, picking himself up fro
from his mind as he once again gazed at the IFB transmission they had managed to pick 
up with their new Parabolic Receiver O'Matic that Lucifer had ordered from Ronco. 
 
Three hot babes sat at the card table, one of them leaning forward provocatively, showing 
a tantalising glimpse of cleavage. 
 
"I miss hot fudge sauce."
"I see." Lucifer replied, his head beginning to strobe as he tried to compute why Baltar 
should suddenly become irresistibly drawn towards a confectionery that supposedly 
topped a frozen product made from animal extract, and was considered a culinary delight 
by both Human adults and children alike.
"You really don't." 
Baltar replied dryly. 
 
"Tell me, bonfire brain, is there anything that you desire on a daily basis that being on 
this damn Base Star prevents you from getting?"
"I desire nothing, Baltar. 
 
I suppose it's boring from a Human perspective, but it's certainly functional." Lucifer 
returned.
"It certainly is." 
Baltar sighed, picking himself up fro
from his mind as he once again gazed at the IFB transmission they had managed to pick 
up with their new Parabolic Receiver O'Matic that Lucifer had ordered from Ronco. 
 
Three hot babes sat at the card table, one of them leaning forward provocatively, showing 
a tantalising glimpse of cleavage. 
 
"I miss hot fudge sauce."
"I see." Lucifer replied, his head beginning to strobe as he tried to compute why Baltar 
should suddenly become irresistibly drawn towards a confectionery that supposedly 
topped a frozen product made from animal extract, and was considered a culinary delight 
by both Human adults and children alike.
"You really don't." 
Baltar replied dryly. 
 
"Tell me, bonfire brain, is there anything that you desire on a daily basis that being on 
this damn Base Star prevents you from getting?"
"I desire nothing, Baltar. 
 
I suppose it's boring from a Human perspective, but it's certainly functional." Lucifer 
returned.
"It certainly is." 
Baltar sighed, picking himself up fro
from his mind as he once again gazed at the IFB transmission they had managed to pick 
up with their new Parabolic Receiver O'Matic that Lucifer had ordered from Ronco. 
 
Three hot babes sat at the card table, one of them leaning forward provocatively, showing 
a tantalising glimpse of cleavage. 
 
"I miss hot fudge sauce."
"I see." Lucifer replied, his head beginning to strobe as he tried to compute why Baltar 
should suddenly become irresistibly drawn towards a confectionery that supposedly 
topped a frozen product made from animal extract, and was considered a culinary delight 
by both Human adults and children alike.
"You really don't." 
Baltar replied dryly. 
 
"Tell me, bonfire brain, is there anything that you desire on a daily basis that being on 
this damn Base Star prevents you from getting?"
"I desire nothing, Baltar. 
 
I suppose it's boring from a Human perspective, but it's certainly functional." Lucifer 
returned.
"It certainly is." 
Baltar sighed, picking himself up from the ground and returning his attention to the IFB. 
 
If he could only capture the Rising Star, then he could have everything he desired. 
 
Lords of Kobol Caged Duel to the Death, booze, women and hot fudge sauce.
He turned to Lucifer with a smile playing on his lips. 
 
"Prepare to launch our attack." 
Then he laughed maniacally... since no one else had for a while, which was a terrible 
oversight on the part of somebody.
Part 26 - Senmut
"Would you like the fudge before or after the victory, Baltar?" asked Lucifer. 
To which the traitorous Human replied...
Part 27 - Eugenia
"I want it with the victory," Baltar said, grinning.
"I take it then that youwill be accompanying the attack force." 
Lucifer was surprised as his logic circuits had not calculated this action of Baltar's as a 
likely occurrence. 
 
It did not seem reasonable that Baltar would voluntarily board a raider as part of an attack 
force after his debacle with the Pegasus.
"Yes." Baltar glared at Lucifer. 
"Load the necm the ground and returning his attention to the IFB. 
 
If he could only capture the Rising Star, then he could have everything he desired. 
 
Lords of Kobol Caged Duel to the Death, booze, women and hot fudge sauce.
He turned to Lucifer with a smile playing on his lips. 
 
"Prepare to launch our attack." 
Then he laughed maniacally... since no one else had for a while, which was a terrible 
oversight on the part of somebody.
Part 26 - Senmut
"Would you like the fudge before or after the victory, Baltar?" asked Lucifer. 
To which the traitorous Human replied...
Part 27 - Eugenia
"I want it with the victory," Baltar said, grinning.
"I take it then that youwill be accompanying the attack force." 
Lucifer was surprised as his logic circuits had not calculated this action of Baltar's as a 
likely occurrence. 
 
It did not seem reasonable that Baltar would voluntarily board a raider as part of an attack 
force after his debacle with the Pegasus.
"Yes." Baltar glared at Lucifer. 
"Load the necrbuck a ...
AND NOW: 
"A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER" - PART 37
.a hand towel, a very small hand towel that had seen better days and was now thin and 
wet with grog, ambrosia, ale, Fruity Foo - Foo and anything else Apollo had spilled.
"What am I supposed to cover with this?" Starbuck asked Freeman. 
"It's not big enough." 
The women in the room exchanged sly looks and giggled.
"Not nearly enough.," Adultress drawled, looking down and sizing Starbuck up.
"Um.could we put a hold on this?" 
Starbuck shuffled a bit away from Adultress and Shaula.
"Certainly, what would you like for me to hold?" Adultress followed him, taking his 
elbow to prevent his escape.
"Hey, he's my hostage," Shaula said, taking Starbuck's other arm.
"Ladies, ladies, let's not fight." 
Starbuck smiled. 
He gave Apollo a desperate glance. 
"Speaking of fighting."
"Yes, the sooner we launch our Vipers, the better." Tigh stepped towards Yuuma.
"I still don't believe we're under attack." Yuuma snapped, bringing his gun to bearm the ground and returning his attention to the IFB. 
 
If he could only capture the Rising Star, then he could have everything he desired. 
 
Lords of Kobol Caged Duel to the Death, booze, women and hot fudge sauce.
He turned to Lucifer with a smile playing on his lips. 
 
"Prepare to launch our attack." 
Then he laughed maniacally... since no one else had for a while, which was a terrible 
oversight on the part of somebody.
Part 26 - Senmut
"Would you like the fudge before or after the victory, Baltar?" asked Lucifer. 
To which the traitorous Human replied...
Part 27 - Eugenia
"I want it with the victory," Baltar said, grinning.
"I take it then that youwill be accompanying the attack force." 
Lucifer was surprised as his logic circuits had not calculated this action of Baltar's as a 
likely occurrence. 
 
It did not seem reasonable that Baltar would voluntarily board a raider as part of an attack 
force after his debacle with the Pegasus.
"Yes." Baltar glared at Lucifer. 
"Load the necm the ground and returning his attention to the IFB. 
 
If he could only capture the Rising Star, then he could have everything he desired. 
 
Lords of Kobol Caged Duel to the Death, booze, women and hot fudge sauce.
He turned to Lucifer with a smile playing on his lips. 
 
"Prepare to launch our attack." 
Then he laughed maniacally... since no one else had for a while, which was a terrible 
oversight on the part of somebody.
Part 26 - Senmut
"Would you like the fudge before or after the victory, Baltar?" asked Lucifer. 
To which the traitorous Human replied...
Part 27 - Eugenia
"I want it with the victory," Baltar said, grinning.
"I take it then that youwill be accompanying the attack force." 
Lucifer was surprised as his logic circuits had not calculated this action of Baltar's as a 
likely occurrence. 
 
It did not seem reasonable that Baltar would voluntarily board a raider as part of an attack 
force after his debacle with the Pegasus.
"Yes." Baltar glared at Lucifer. 
"Load the necm the ground and returning his attention to the IFB. 
 
If he could only capture the Rising Star, then he could have everything he desired. 
 
Lords of Kobol Caged Duel to the Death, booze, women and hot fudge sauce.
He turned to Lucifer with a smile playing on his lips. 
 
"Prepare to launch our attack." 
Then he laughed maniacally... since no one else had for a while, which was a terrible 
oversight on the part of somebody.
Part 26 - Senmut
"Would you like the fudge before or after the victory, Baltar?" asked Lucifer. 
To which the traitorous Human replied...
Part 27 - Eugenia
"I want it with the victory," Baltar said, grinning.
"I take it then that youwill be accompanying the attack force." 
Lucifer was surprised as his logic circuits had not calculated this action of Baltar's as a 
likely occurrence. 
 
It did not seem reasonable that Baltar would voluntarily board a raider as part of an attack 
force after his debacle with the Pegasus.
"Yes." Baltar glared at Lucifer. 
"Load the necm the ground and returning his attention to the IFB. 
 
If he could only capture the Rising Star, then he could have everything he desired. 
 
Lords of Kobol Caged Duel to the Death, booze, women and hot fudge sauce.
He turned to Lucifer with a smile playing on his lips. 
 
"Prepare to launch our attack." 
Then he laughed maniacally... since no one else had for a while, which was a terrible 
oversight on the part of somebody.
Part 26 - Senmut
"Would you like the fudge before or after the victory, Baltar?" asked Lucifer. 
To which the traitorous Human replied...
Part 27 - Eugenia
"I want it with the victory," Baltar said, grinning.
"I take it then that youwill be accompanying the attack force." 
Lucifer was surprised as his logic circuits had not calculated this action of Baltar's as a 
likely occurrence. 
 
It did not seem reasonable that Baltar would voluntarily board a raider as part of an attack 
force after his debacle with the Pegasus.
"Yes." Baltar glared at Lucifer. 
"Load the necessary provisions onto my personal raider and prepare it for launch."
"By your command." 
Lucifer bowed slightly. 
Baltar stalked off, although Lucifer noticed an off - balance stride due to a slight limp 
caused by his fall from the platform.
As Baltar exited the command room of the baseship, Lucifer heard him mutter, "I've been 
on this ship far too long... "
 
Men, Athena thought. 
They make a big show and then just stand there. 
 
She stepped forward and smiled at the lead insurgent.
"Now, Yuuma, was it? 
 
Why don't we talk? 
 
Perhaps we can come to some understanding."
Yuuma looked at her, his eyes flickered with hesitation. 
 
"You're one of them." 
 
He wave his gun at Starbuck and the other Warriors.
"Of course, I'm 'one of them'." 
 
Athena laughed lightly. 
 
From the corner of her eye she could see Starbuck almost drooling at the sight of her bust 
threatening to escape from her skimpy clothing. 
 
She lowered her lashes coyly, stepping closer to Yuuma. 
 
"I'm fromessary provisions onto my personal raider and prepare it for launch."
"By your command." 
Lucifer bowed slightly. 
Baltar stalked off, although Lucifer noticed an off - balance stride due to a slight limp 
caused by his fall from the platform.
As Baltar exited the command room of the baseship, Lucifer heard him mutter, "I've been 
on this ship far too long... "
 
Men, Athena thought. 
They make a big show and then just stand there. 
 
She stepped forward and smiled at the lead insurgent.
"Now, Yuuma, was it? 
 
Why don't we talk? 
 
Perhaps we can come to some understanding."
Yuuma looked at her, his eyes flickered with hesitation. 
 
"You're one of them." 
 
He wave his gun at Starbuck and the other Warriors.
"Of course, I'm 'one of them'." 
 
Athena laughed lightly. 
 
From the corner of her eye she could see Starbuck almost drooling at the sight of her bust 
threatening to escape from her skimpy clothing. 
 
She lowered her lashes coyly, stepping closer to Yuuma. 
 
"I'm from on the 
Colonel.
"Look, you don't need ALL of us, do you?" Tigh crossed his arms and glared at Yuuma 
and his insurgents. 
This was worse than dealing with Baltar when he and his motley crew had seized the 
Council. 
"Let the pilots go. 
You have me. 
Adama's second - in - command. 
Isn't that enough of a bargaining chip for you?"
"Well." Yuuma considered the matter.
"He's got a point," one of his flunkeys said. 
Yuuma surveyed the room. 
The IFB was still filming, Zara still eager for a story. If the Fleet was truly under attack, 
she would have the evidence that he had prevented the Fleet from defending itself. 
Frak, he would be public enemy number one. 
Baltar would be forgotten. 
No one remembered anything for more than a few sectons, particularly with the IFB 
always on the lookout for a new scandal. 
A zillion hectares from home and the IFB still worried about ratings.
"All right, the pilots only."
"Thank you," Tigh said. 
He motioned to the pilots to leave. 
With a sense of urgessary provisions onto my personal raider and prepare it for launch."
"By your command." 
Lucifer bowed slightly. 
Baltar stalked off, although Lucifer noticed an off - balance stride due to a slight limp 
caused by his fall from the platform.
As Baltar exited the command room of the baseship, Lucifer heard him mutter, "I've been 
on this ship far too long... "
 
Men, Athena thought. 
They make a big show and then just stand there. 
 
She stepped forward and smiled at the lead insurgent.
"Now, Yuuma, was it? 
 
Why don't we talk? 
 
Perhaps we can come to some understanding."
Yuuma looked at her, his eyes flickered with hesitation. 
 
"You're one of them." 
 
He wave his gun at Starbuck and the other Warriors.
"Of course, I'm 'one of them'." 
 
Athena laughed lightly. 
 
From the corner of her eye she could see Starbuck almost drooling at the sight of her bust 
threatening to escape from her skimpy clothing. 
 
She lowered her lashes coyly, stepping closer to Yuuma. 
 
"I'm fromessary provisions onto my personal raider and prepare it for launch."
"By your command." 
Lucifer bowed slightly. 
Baltar stalked off, although Lucifer noticed an off - balance stride due to a slight limp 
caused by his fall from the platform.
As Baltar exited the command room of the baseship, Lucifer heard him mutter, "I've been 
on this ship far too long... "
 
Men, Athena thought. 
They make a big show and then just stand there. 
 
She stepped forward and smiled at the lead insurgent.
"Now, Yuuma, was it? 
 
Why don't we talk? 
 
Perhaps we can come to some understanding."
Yuuma looked at her, his eyes flickered with hesitation. 
 
"You're one of them." 
 
He wave his gun at Starbuck and the other Warriors.
"Of course, I'm 'one of them'." 
 
Athena laughed lightly. 
 
From the corner of her eye she could see Starbuck almost drooling at the sight of her bust 
threatening to escape from her skimpy clothing. 
 
She lowered her lashes coyly, stepping closer to Yuuma. 
 
"I'm fromessary provisions onto my personal raider and prepare it for launch."
"By your command." 
Lucifer bowed slightly. 
Baltar stalked off, although Lucifer noticed an off - balance stride due to a slight limp 
caused by his fall from the platform.
As Baltar exited the command room of the baseship, Lucifer heard him mutter, "I've been 
on this ship far too long... "
 
Men, Athena thought. 
They make a big show and then just stand there. 
 
She stepped forward and smiled at the lead insurgent.
"Now, Yuuma, was it? 
 
Why don't we talk? 
 
Perhaps we can come to some understanding."
Yuuma looked at her, his eyes flickered with hesitation. 
 
"You're one of them." 
 
He wave his gun at Starbuck and the other Warriors.
"Of course, I'm 'one of them'." 
 
Athena laughed lightly. 
 
From the corner of her eye she could see Starbuck almost drooling at the sight of her bust 
threatening to escape from her skimpy clothing. 
 
She lowered her lashes coyly, stepping closer to Yuuma. 
 
"I'm fromessary provisions onto my personal raider and prepare it for launch."
"By your command." 
Lucifer bowed slightly. 
Baltar stalked off, although Lucifer noticed an off - balance stride due to a slight limp 
caused by his fall from the platform.
As Baltar exited the command room of the baseship, Lucifer heard him mutter, "I've been 
on this ship far too long... "
 
Men, Athena thought. 
They make a big show and then just stand there. 
 
She stepped forward and smiled at the lead insurgent.
"Now, Yuuma, was it? 
 
Why don't we talk? 
 
Perhaps we can come to some understanding."
Yuuma looked at her, his eyes flickered with hesitation. 
 
"You're one of them." 
 
He wave his gun at Starbuck and the other Warriors.
"Of course, I'm 'one of them'." 
 
Athena laughed lightly. 
 
From the corner of her eye she could see Starbuck almost drooling at the sight of her bust 
threatening to escape from her skimpy clothing. 
 
She lowered her lashes coyly, stepping closer to Yuuma. 
 
"I'm from the Colonies just as you are."
"Well, yes... " Yuuma wavered.
"See? 
 
We have something in common. 
 
Why don't we discover what else we have in common, hmm?"
"Yuuma, I can't believe you're falling for this," a small woman with short, blonde hair 
said. 
 
Inwardly Athena cursed. 
 
It was just her luck Yuuma had a girlfriend, and a jealous one at that.
"We want our story out, don't we, Shaula?" 
Yuuma said to her although his gaze was still on Athena. 
 
"Isn't that why we are here?"
"Yes, but will you get the story out before she stops you?" 
Shaula gave Athena a resentful look.
"Hey, we'll listen to you too." 
Starbuck moved a bit forward and gave her his most charming grin.
'It's about time, Bucko' Athena thought. 
 
Yes, a near naked Starbuck was even having an effect on Shaula.
"All right, we're agreed, right?" Colonel Tigh asked, restoring some order. 
 
"We've got the IFB here 
they can record whatever statement you want."
"Yeah... we can even sit down and talk about it l the Colonies just as you are."
"Well, yes... " Yuuma wavered.
"See? 
 
We have something in common. 
 
Why don't we discover what else we have in common, hmm?"
"Yuuma, I can't believe you're falling for this," a small woman with short, blonde hair 
said. 
 
Inwardly Athena cursed. 
 
It was just her luck Yuuma had a girlfriend, and a jealous one at that.
"We want our story out, don't we, Shaula?" 
Yuuma said to her although his gaze was still on Athena. 
 
"Isn't that why we are here?"
"Yes, but will you get the story out before she stops you?" 
Shaula gave Athena a resentful look.
"Hey, we'll listen to you too." 
Starbuck moved a bit forward and gave her his most charming grin.
'It's about time, Bucko' Athena thought. 
 
Yes, a near naked Starbuck was even having an effect on Shaula.
"All right, we're agreed, right?" Colonel Tigh asked, restoring some order. 
 
"We've got the IFB here 
they can record whatever statement you want."
"Yeah... we can even sit down and talk about it lency, they started for the Officers' Club door.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Shaula cried, refusing to release Starbuck. 
The other pilots froze. 
Giles moaned 
he had almost been the first one out.
"What's wrong now?" Yuuma looked at her, clearly exasperated.
"He's not dressed."
 
She poked Starbuck in the ribs. 
" He can't fly a Viper without the proper attire."
"I can dress fast!" Starbuck yelped. 
"I've had lots of practice escaping from angry husbands and boyfriends!"
Baltar paused. Siress Tinia? Yes, yes, now it came back to him. 
The woman who had been with Adama when he had the Council at his mercy. 
The successors to a bickering bunch of bureauticians led by Adar who had seemed the 
most simple of all. 
Yet, it was Adar who had appointed him as the Liaison to the Cylon Empire, praising 
Baltar's diplomacy and persuasiveness. 
And he had believed it.
In retrospect, it now seemed like Adar and the Council had just duped the new guy on the 
Council.
"Are you going to stand there all day?" Ad the Colonies just as you are."
"Well, yes... " Yuuma wavered.
"See? 
 
We have something in common. 
 
Why don't we discover what else we have in common, hmm?"
"Yuuma, I can't believe you're falling for this," a small woman with short, blonde hair 
said. 
 
Inwardly Athena cursed. 
 
It was just her luck Yuuma had a girlfriend, and a jealous one at that.
"We want our story out, don't we, Shaula?" 
Yuuma said to her although his gaze was still on Athena. 
 
"Isn't that why we are here?"
"Yes, but will you get the story out before she stops you?" 
Shaula gave Athena a resentful look.
"Hey, we'll listen to you too." 
Starbuck moved a bit forward and gave her his most charming grin.
'It's about time, Bucko' Athena thought. 
 
Yes, a near naked Starbuck was even having an effect on Shaula.
"All right, we're agreed, right?" Colonel Tigh asked, restoring some order. 
 
"We've got the IFB here 
they can record whatever statement you want."
"Yeah... we can even sit down and talk about it l the Colonies just as you are."
"Well, yes... " Yuuma wavered.
"See? 
 
We have something in common. 
 
Why don't we discover what else we have in common, hmm?"
"Yuuma, I can't believe you're falling for this," a small woman with short, blonde hair 
said. 
 
Inwardly Athena cursed. 
 
It was just her luck Yuuma had a girlfriend, and a jealous one at that.
"We want our story out, don't we, Shaula?" 
Yuuma said to her although his gaze was still on Athena. 
 
"Isn't that why we are here?"
"Yes, but will you get the story out before she stops you?" 
Shaula gave Athena a resentful look.
"Hey, we'll listen to you too." 
Starbuck moved a bit forward and gave her his most charming grin.
'It's about time, Bucko' Athena thought. 
 
Yes, a near naked Starbuck was even having an effect on Shaula.
"All right, we're agreed, right?" Colonel Tigh asked, restoring some order. 
 
"We've got the IFB here 
they can record whatever statement you want."
"Yeah... we can even sit down and talk about it l the Colonies just as you are."
"Well, yes... " Yuuma wavered.
"See? 
 
We have something in common. 
 
Why don't we discover what else we have in common, hmm?"
"Yuuma, I can't believe you're falling for this," a small woman with short, blonde hair 
said. 
 
Inwardly Athena cursed. 
 
It was just her luck Yuuma had a girlfriend, and a jealous one at that.
"We want our story out, don't we, Shaula?" 
Yuuma said to her although his gaze was still on Athena. 
 
"Isn't that why we are here?"
"Yes, but will you get the story out before she stops you?" 
Shaula gave Athena a resentful look.
"Hey, we'll listen to you too." 
Starbuck moved a bit forward and gave her his most charming grin.
'It's about time, Bucko' Athena thought. 
 
Yes, a near naked Starbuck was even having an effect on Shaula.
"All right, we're agreed, right?" Colonel Tigh asked, restoring some order. 
 
"We've got the IFB here 
they can record whatever statement you want."
"Yeah... we can even sit down and talk about it l the Colonies just as you are."
"Well, yes... " Yuuma wavered.
"See? 
 
We have something in common. 
 
Why don't we discover what else we have in common, hmm?"
"Yuuma, I can't believe you're falling for this," a small woman with short, blonde hair 
said. 
 
Inwardly Athena cursed. 
 
It was just her luck Yuuma had a girlfriend, and a jealous one at that.
"We want our story out, don't we, Shaula?" 
Yuuma said to her although his gaze was still on Athena. 
 
"Isn't that why we are here?"
"Yes, but will you get the story out before she stops you?" 
Shaula gave Athena a resentful look.
"Hey, we'll listen to you too." 
Starbuck moved a bit forward and gave her his most charming grin.
'It's about time, Bucko' Athena thought. 
 
Yes, a near naked Starbuck was even having an effect on Shaula.
"All right, we're agreed, right?" Colonel Tigh asked, restoring some order. 
 
"We've got the IFB here 
they can record whatever statement you want."
"Yeah... we can even sit down and talk about it like civilized people." 
 
Starbuck stooped to right the table. 
 
Every woman in the room looked on in rapt attention, enjoying the sight of Starbuck's 
well - tone body as he easily retrieved the table and set it up.
"Did you get that?" Zara whispered to Zeke.
"Yeah, so?" Zeke asked, unimpressed. 
 
"I'm supposed to applaud him or something?" 
Zara scowled at Zeke.
"Why don't we sit down now?" 
Athena asked as pleasantly as if she was at a social gathering. 
 
"Colonel?" 
She indicated a chair to Tigh. 
Sheba and Dietra retrieved two other chairs and placed them at the table for the 
insurgents and captors. 
 
Athena knew she was going to be hearing from Sheba about this later. 
 
Sheba would rather be shooting than playing the femininity angle, but as she was 
unarmed and dressed provocatively, it made no sense in not using what advantages were 
available.
Warily and unsure, Yuuma and Shaula sat at the table across from Tigh. 
Athena thought about it for a moment and she scanned theike civilized people." 
 
Starbuck stooped to right the table. 
 
Every woman in the room looked on in rapt attention, enjoying the sight of Starbuck's 
well - tone body as he easily retrieved the table and set it up.
"Did you get that?" Zara whispered to Zeke.
"Yeah, so?" Zeke asked, unimpressed. 
 
"I'm supposed to applaud him or something?" 
Zara scowled at Zeke.
"Why don't we sit down now?" 
Athena asked as pleasantly as if she was at a social gathering. 
 
"Colonel?" 
She indicated a chair to Tigh. 
Sheba and Dietra retrieved two other chairs and placed them at the table for the 
insurgents and captors. 
 
Athena knew she was going to be hearing from Sheba about this later. 
 
Sheba would rather be shooting than playing the femininity angle, but as she was 
unarmed and dressed provocatively, it made no sense in not using what advantages were 
available.
Warily and unsure, Yuuma and Shaula sat at the table across from Tigh. 
Athena thought about it for a moment and she scanned theama asked, in his deep growl.
"Where are the Warriors?" Baltar responded, suspicious that Adama was alone.
"The Warriors?"
"Yes, the forces you command, remember?" Baltar permitted himself a smile at Adama's 
unease. "I didn't detect any Vipers launched and you don't seem to be accompanied by the 
ever annoying trio."
"They're busy," Adama muttered.
"All of them?" Baltar rocked back on his heels rather enjoying the moment. 
"You permitted your entire Warrior force to attend a pyramid game? How unwise."
"Do you want to hear what Siress Tinia has to say or not?"
"Why not?" Baltar shrugged. "I could use a laugh." As Adama escorted him through the 
Galactica's corridors, Baltar checked his chronometer.
 
Tinia paced the Council chambers silently rehearsing the best way to tell Adama and 
Baltar of President Adar's plan. ; 
It had been for the overall good of the Colonies, Adar had promised her, his assistant in 
the matter. ; 
While Adar had impressed upon her that only enough information had beeike civilized people." 
 
Starbuck stooped to right the table. 
 
Every woman in the room looked on in rapt attention, enjoying the sight of Starbuck's 
well - tone body as he easily retrieved the table and set it up.
"Did you get that?" Zara whispered to Zeke.
"Yeah, so?" Zeke asked, unimpressed. 
 
"I'm supposed to applaud him or something?" 
Zara scowled at Zeke.
"Why don't we sit down now?" 
Athena asked as pleasantly as if she was at a social gathering. 
 
"Colonel?" 
She indicated a chair to Tigh. 
Sheba and Dietra retrieved two other chairs and placed them at the table for the 
insurgents and captors. 
 
Athena knew she was going to be hearing from Sheba about this later. 
 
Sheba would rather be shooting than playing the femininity angle, but as she was 
unarmed and dressed provocatively, it made no sense in not using what advantages were 
available.
Warily and unsure, Yuuma and Shaula sat at the table across from Tigh. 
Athena thought about it for a moment and she scanned theike civilized people." 
 
Starbuck stooped to right the table. 
 
Every woman in the room looked on in rapt attention, enjoying the sight of Starbuck's 
well - tone body as he easily retrieved the table and set it up.
"Did you get that?" Zara whispered to Zeke.
"Yeah, so?" Zeke asked, unimpressed. 
 
"I'm supposed to applaud him or something?" 
Zara scowled at Zeke.
"Why don't we sit down now?" 
Athena asked as pleasantly as if she was at a social gathering. 
 
"Colonel?" 
She indicated a chair to Tigh. 
Sheba and Dietra retrieved two other chairs and placed them at the table for the 
insurgents and captors. 
 
Athena knew she was going to be hearing from Sheba about this later. 
 
Sheba would rather be shooting than playing the femininity angle, but as she was 
unarmed and dressed provocatively, it made no sense in not using what advantages were 
available.
Warily and unsure, Yuuma and Shaula sat at the table across from Tigh. 
Athena thought about it for a moment and she scanned theike civilized people." 
 
Starbuck stooped to right the table. 
 
Every woman in the room looked on in rapt attention, enjoying the sight of Starbuck's 
well - tone body as he easily retrieved the table and set it up.
"Did you get that?" Zara whispered to Zeke.
"Yeah, so?" Zeke asked, unimpressed. 
 
"I'm supposed to applaud him or something?" 
Zara scowled at Zeke.
"Why don't we sit down now?" 
Athena asked as pleasantly as if she was at a social gathering. 
 
"Colonel?" 
She indicated a chair to Tigh. 
Sheba and Dietra retrieved two other chairs and placed them at the table for the 
insurgents and captors. 
 
Athena knew she was going to be hearing from Sheba about this later. 
 
Sheba would rather be shooting than playing the femininity angle, but as she was 
unarmed and dressed provocatively, it made no sense in not using what advantages were 
available.
Warily and unsure, Yuuma and Shaula sat at the table across from Tigh. 
Athena thought about it for a moment and she scanned theike civilized people." 
 
Starbuck stooped to right the table. 
 
Every woman in the room looked on in rapt attention, enjoying the sight of Starbuck's 
well - tone body as he easily retrieved the table and set it up.
"Did you get that?" Zara whispered to Zeke.
"Yeah, so?" Zeke asked, unimpressed. 
 
"I'm supposed to applaud him or something?" 
Zara scowled at Zeke.
"Why don't we sit down now?" 
Athena asked as pleasantly as if she was at a social gathering. 
 
"Colonel?" 
She indicated a chair to Tigh. 
Sheba and Dietra retrieved two other chairs and placed them at the table for the 
insurgents and captors. 
 
Athena knew she was going to be hearing from Sheba about this later. 
 
Sheba would rather be shooting than playing the femininity angle, but as she was 
unarmed and dressed provocatively, it made no sense in not using what advantages were 
available.
Warily and unsure, Yuuma and Shaula sat at the table across from Tigh. 
Athena thought about it for a moment and she scanned the crowd. 
The insurgents were largely behind their leaders. 
Apollo was still at the bar. 
No, her brother wouldn't do in this matter since he tended to be too unbending and 
Starbuck had already irritated Yuuma.
"Boomer!" 
She pointed.
"What?" Boomer jumped a bit. 
He didn't look like he wanted the attention. 
It was supposed to have been a card game, a simple matter and now...
"Boomer, why don't you join the Colonel?" 
 
Athena smiled as she led him to a chair next to Tigh's. 
 
"There, now shall we begin? 
 
Would you be kind enough to explain your position, Yuuma?"
Part 28 - Maggie Hutchison
Yumma looked around the room and at the camera that Zed had aimed at the table. 
 
He cleared his throat. 
 
Somehow, he was finding it awkward to finally have what they wanted - a chance to tell 
their story with everyone listening. 
 
I meaning, sitting quietly and politely, face to face with the Colonials, everyone waiting 
for his grand speech - this wasn't how a revolution went, was it? 
 crowd. 
The insurgents were largely behind their leaders. 
Apollo was still at the bar. 
No, her brother wouldn't do in this matter since he tended to be too unbending and 
Starbuck had already irritated Yuuma.
"Boomer!" 
She pointed.
"What?" Boomer jumped a bit. 
He didn't look like he wanted the attention. 
It was supposed to have been a card game, a simple matter and now...
"Boomer, why don't you join the Colonel?" 
 
Athena smiled as she led him to a chair next to Tigh's. 
 
"There, now shall we begin? 
 
Would you be kind enough to explain your position, Yuuma?"
Part 28 - Maggie Hutchison
Yumma looked around the room and at the camera that Zed had aimed at the table. 
 
He cleared his throat. 
 
Somehow, he was finding it awkward to finally have what they wanted - a chance to tell 
their story with everyone listening. 
 
I meaning, sitting quietly and politely, face to face with the Colonials, everyone waiting 
for his grand speech - this wasn't how a revolution went, was it? 
n given to 
select individuals based on their need to know, she had thought that as members of the 
Council, Adama and Baltar had known the full extent of Adar's plan and had been acting 
in concert with the Council's plan.
Yet as Adama had gathered the Fleet and started their voyage, it had dawned on her that 
Adar had not fully briefed Adama. ; As she had been held on that shuttle as Baltar's 
hostage, it had become clear to her that Baltar had been just as uninformed as Adama of 
Adar's scheme.
Since the Destruction, both men had been at each other throats, sometimes quite literally, 
suspecting the other of wrongdoing.  They had neither the motivation nor time to sit 
down and actually talk with each other, to share information, to put the pieces of the 
puzzle together.
She had no doubt they would take the news very, very badly.
If only Yuuma and his insurgents hadn't taken the Officers' Club. 
If only the IFB hadn't been there filming the pyramid game. 
If only they hadn't stopped at Prot crowd. 
The insurgents were largely behind their leaders. 
Apollo was still at the bar. 
No, her brother wouldn't do in this matter since he tended to be too unbending and 
Starbuck had already irritated Yuuma.
"Boomer!" 
She pointed.
"What?" Boomer jumped a bit. 
He didn't look like he wanted the attention. 
It was supposed to have been a card game, a simple matter and now...
"Boomer, why don't you join the Colonel?" 
 
Athena smiled as she led him to a chair next to Tigh's. 
 
"There, now shall we begin? 
 
Would you be kind enough to explain your position, Yuuma?"
Part 28 - Maggie Hutchison
Yumma looked around the room and at the camera that Zed had aimed at the table. 
 
He cleared his throat. 
 
Somehow, he was finding it awkward to finally have what they wanted - a chance to tell 
their story with everyone listening. 
 
I meaning, sitting quietly and politely, face to face with the Colonials, everyone waiting 
for his grand speech - this wasn't how a revolution went, was it? 
 crowd. 
The insurgents were largely behind their leaders. 
Apollo was still at the bar. 
No, her brother wouldn't do in this matter since he tended to be too unbending and 
Starbuck had already irritated Yuuma.
"Boomer!" 
She pointed.
"What?" Boomer jumped a bit. 
He didn't look like he wanted the attention. 
It was supposed to have been a card game, a simple matter and now...
"Boomer, why don't you join the Colonel?" 
 
Athena smiled as she led him to a chair next to Tigh's. 
 
"There, now shall we begin? 
 
Would you be kind enough to explain your position, Yuuma?"
Part 28 - Maggie Hutchison
Yumma looked around the room and at the camera that Zed had aimed at the table. 
 
He cleared his throat. 
 
Somehow, he was finding it awkward to finally have what they wanted - a chance to tell 
their story with everyone listening. 
 
I meaning, sitting quietly and politely, face to face with the Colonials, everyone waiting 
for his grand speech - this wasn't how a revolution went, was it? 
 crowd. 
The insurgents were largely behind their leaders. 
Apollo was still at the bar. 
No, her brother wouldn't do in this matter since he tended to be too unbending and 
Starbuck had already irritated Yuuma.
"Boomer!" 
She pointed.
"What?" Boomer jumped a bit. 
He didn't look like he wanted the attention. 
It was supposed to have been a card game, a simple matter and now...
"Boomer, why don't you join the Colonel?" 
 
Athena smiled as she led him to a chair next to Tigh's. 
 
"There, now shall we begin? 
 
Would you be kind enough to explain your position, Yuuma?"
Part 28 - Maggie Hutchison
Yumma looked around the room and at the camera that Zed had aimed at the table. 
 
He cleared his throat. 
 
Somehow, he was finding it awkward to finally have what they wanted - a chance to tell 
their story with everyone listening. 
 
I meaning, sitting quietly and politely, face to face with the Colonials, everyone waiting 
for his grand speech - this wasn't how a revolution went, was it? 
 crowd. 
The insurgents were largely behind their leaders. 
Apollo was still at the bar. 
No, her brother wouldn't do in this matter since he tended to be too unbending and 
Starbuck had already irritated Yuuma.
"Boomer!" 
She pointed.
"What?" Boomer jumped a bit. 
He didn't look like he wanted the attention. 
It was supposed to have been a card game, a simple matter and now...
"Boomer, why don't you join the Colonel?" 
 
Athena smiled as she led him to a chair next to Tigh's. 
 
"There, now shall we begin? 
 
Would you be kind enough to explain your position, Yuuma?"
Part 28 - Maggie Hutchison
Yumma looked around the room and at the camera that Zed had aimed at the table. 
 
He cleared his throat. 
 
Somehow, he was finding it awkward to finally have what they wanted - a chance to tell 
their story with everyone listening. 
 
I meaning, sitting quietly and politely, face to face with the Colonials, everyone waiting 
for his grand speech - this wasn't how a revolution went, was it? 
 
They were supposed to be holding hostages and demanding to be heard, threatening a few 
people, knocking a few heads. 
Not ... actually getting to talk.
Yumma cleared his throat again and ...
Part 29 - Lisa Zaza
... settled more comfortably in his chair. 
"I wasn't expecting you to be ... quite so accommodating." 
Yuuma stated as the IFB cameraman came in closer, moving around the table to zoom in 
on the Revolutionaries.
"We're reasonable people. 
 
Clearly you think you have a legitimate argument, Yuuma," Tigh leaned forward, his 
body language engaging the couple. 
 
He watched the insurgents carefully cover his warriors, proving they obviously had 
received some proper military training at some point. 
 
"Please explain it, so we can clear this matter up."
"We believe that the Holocaust or Destruction - whatever you prefer - never actually 
happened. 
That those few of us who ended up rendezvousing with the Galactica in space, all the 
time thinking we were fleeing for our very li
 
They were supposed to be holding hostages and demanding to be heard, threatening a few 
people, knocking a few heads. 
Not ... actually getting to talk.
Yumma cleared his throat again and ...
Part 29 - Lisa Zaza
... settled more comfortably in his chair. 
"I wasn't expecting you to be ... quite so accommodating." 
Yuuma stated as the IFB cameraman came in closer, moving around the table to zoom in 
on the Revolutionaries.
"We're reasonable people. 
 
Clearly you think you have a legitimate argument, Yuuma," Tigh leaned forward, his 
body language engaging the couple. 
 
He watched the insurgents carefully cover his warriors, proving they obviously had 
received some proper military training at some point. 
 
"Please explain it, so we can clear this matter up."
"We believe that the Holocaust or Destruction - whatever you prefer - never actually 
happened. 
That those few of us who ended up rendezvousing with the Galactica in space, all the 
time thinking we were fleeing for our very lieus. 
If only Croad hadn't received Adar's transmission. 
If only she could walk out the nearest airlock and avoid Adama's wrath. 
If only... .
Part 38 - Lisa Zara
Adama and Baltar entered the Council chambers together, yet taking undue care to 
distance themselves from each other physically as they passed through the doors.  
With a slight smile, Tinia noticed how both men refused to cede ground to the other, so 
instead they each opened a door to accommodate two men passing through the 
entranceway consecutively.  
In some ways it reminded her more of two small boys battling, then two bureauticians 
and military commanders preparing for a meeting.
"I thank you both for coming." Tinia nodded towards them, motioning towards two chairs 
that she had purposely pulled out.  
Baltar headed for one, and began to sit, however, Adama shook his head.
"I'd prefer to stand." The Galactica commander stated.
Baltar then hesitated and sighed - as though not wanting to be at a perceived 
disadvantage.  
H
 
They were supposed to be holding hostages and demanding to be heard, threatening a few 
people, knocking a few heads. 
Not ... actually getting to talk.
Yumma cleared his throat again and ...
Part 29 - Lisa Zaza
... settled more comfortably in his chair. 
"I wasn't expecting you to be ... quite so accommodating." 
Yuuma stated as the IFB cameraman came in closer, moving around the table to zoom in 
on the Revolutionaries.
"We're reasonable people. 
 
Clearly you think you have a legitimate argument, Yuuma," Tigh leaned forward, his 
body language engaging the couple. 
 
He watched the insurgents carefully cover his warriors, proving they obviously had 
received some proper military training at some point. 
 
"Please explain it, so we can clear this matter up."
"We believe that the Holocaust or Destruction - whatever you prefer - never actually 
happened. 
That those few of us who ended up rendezvousing with the Galactica in space, all the 
time thinking we were fleeing for our very li
 
They were supposed to be holding hostages and demanding to be heard, threatening a few 
people, knocking a few heads. 
Not ... actually getting to talk.
Yumma cleared his throat again and ...
Part 29 - Lisa Zaza
... settled more comfortably in his chair. 
"I wasn't expecting you to be ... quite so accommodating." 
Yuuma stated as the IFB cameraman came in closer, moving around the table to zoom in 
on the Revolutionaries.
"We're reasonable people. 
 
Clearly you think you have a legitimate argument, Yuuma," Tigh leaned forward, his 
body language engaging the couple. 
 
He watched the insurgents carefully cover his warriors, proving they obviously had 
received some proper military training at some point. 
 
"Please explain it, so we can clear this matter up."
"We believe that the Holocaust or Destruction - whatever you prefer - never actually 
happened. 
That those few of us who ended up rendezvousing with the Galactica in space, all the 
time thinking we were fleeing for our very li
 
They were supposed to be holding hostages and demanding to be heard, threatening a few 
people, knocking a few heads. 
Not ... actually getting to talk.
Yumma cleared his throat again and ...
Part 29 - Lisa Zaza
... settled more comfortably in his chair. 
"I wasn't expecting you to be ... quite so accommodating." 
Yuuma stated as the IFB cameraman came in closer, moving around the table to zoom in 
on the Revolutionaries.
"We're reasonable people. 
 
Clearly you think you have a legitimate argument, Yuuma," Tigh leaned forward, his 
body language engaging the couple. 
 
He watched the insurgents carefully cover his warriors, proving they obviously had 
received some proper military training at some point. 
 
"Please explain it, so we can clear this matter up."
"We believe that the Holocaust or Destruction - whatever you prefer - never actually 
happened. 
That those few of us who ended up rendezvousing with the Galactica in space, all the 
time thinking we were fleeing for our very li
 
They were supposed to be holding hostages and demanding to be heard, threatening a few 
people, knocking a few heads. 
Not ... actually getting to talk.
Yumma cleared his throat again and ...
Part 29 - Lisa Zaza
... settled more comfortably in his chair. 
"I wasn't expecting you to be ... quite so accommodating." 
Yuuma stated as the IFB cameraman came in closer, moving around the table to zoom in 
on the Revolutionaries.
"We're reasonable people. 
 
Clearly you think you have a legitimate argument, Yuuma," Tigh leaned forward, his 
body language engaging the couple. 
 
He watched the insurgents carefully cover his warriors, proving they obviously had 
received some proper military training at some point. 
 
"Please explain it, so we can clear this matter up."
"We believe that the Holocaust or Destruction - whatever you prefer - never actually 
happened. 
That those few of us who ended up rendezvousing with the Galactica in space, all the 
time thinking we were fleeing for our very lives, did so as the result of careful 
manipulations of bureaucratic and religious leaders who were determined to find - and 
then settle - the mythical planet Earth." 
Yuuma replied steadily, searching the features of the battlestar's executive officer as he 
received the mind - boggling news. 
 
"In fact, we have undeniable, conclusive proof of the same."
Colonel Tigh's gaze did not waver, and his voice sounded relaxed. 
 
"Okay, why don't you present your 'undeniable, conclusive proof'?" 
 
Tigh shrugged. 
 
"We would certainly not want to deny you the opportunity to reveal such stunning 
information."
Part 30 - Maggie Hutchison
Colonel Tigh's gaze did not waver, and his voice sounded relaxed. 
 
"Okay, why don't you present your 'undeniable, conclusive proof'?" 
 
Tigh shrugged. 
 
"We would certainly not want to deny you the opportunity to reveal such stunning 
information."
Part 31 - Lisa Zaza
“Croad!” Yuuma called across the Officer’s Club. 
 
“Come forth and tell us your storves, did so as the result of careful 
manipulations of bureaucratic and religious leaders who were determined to find - and 
then settle - the mythical planet Earth." 
Yuuma replied steadily, searching the features of the battlestar's executive officer as he 
received the mind - boggling news. 
 
"In fact, we have undeniable, conclusive proof of the same."
Colonel Tigh's gaze did not waver, and his voice sounded relaxed. 
 
"Okay, why don't you present your 'undeniable, conclusive proof'?" 
 
Tigh shrugged. 
 
"We would certainly not want to deny you the opportunity to reveal such stunning 
information."
Part 30 - Maggie Hutchison
Colonel Tigh's gaze did not waver, and his voice sounded relaxed. 
 
"Okay, why don't you present your 'undeniable, conclusive proof'?" 
 
Tigh shrugged. 
 
"We would certainly not want to deny you the opportunity to reveal such stunning 
information."
Part 31 - Lisa Zaza
“Croad!” Yuuma called across the Officer’s Club. 
 
“Come forth and tell us your store remained standing as well, with a nod at Tinia. 
"Siress Tinia."
"Count Baltar." Tinia nodded back, noting his surprise at her choice of words.  
It had been a long time indeed, since anyone had accorded him the use of his title.  
"I appreciate you coming to listen.  
I know the last time you boarded the Galactica, it did not turn out to your satisfaction."
"You have a gift for understatement, Siress." 
Baltar returned, shuddering at his memory of exile on a small planet where his most 
consistent companions had been his resentment and hatred for Adama. 
Hope and good fortune had abandoned him early on.
"I promise you, this time will be different." Tinia vowed.  
"It is time that everyone present knew the truth."
"Which truth is that?" Baltar asked sceptically.
"Yes, please do tell us . . ." A brisk voice from across the room stated.
Adama turned to see Sires Uri, Anton, Montrose, Domra, Feo, Geller, Antipas and 
Siresses Lydia and Tallaya enter the room in a tight group.  
"I see you're alves, did so as the result of careful 
manipulations of bureaucratic and religious leaders who were determined to find - and 
then settle - the mythical planet Earth." 
Yuuma replied steadily, searching the features of the battlestar's executive officer as he 
received the mind - boggling news. 
 
"In fact, we have undeniable, conclusive proof of the same."
Colonel Tigh's gaze did not waver, and his voice sounded relaxed. 
 
"Okay, why don't you present your 'undeniable, conclusive proof'?" 
 
Tigh shrugged. 
 
"We would certainly not want to deny you the opportunity to reveal such stunning 
information."
Part 30 - Maggie Hutchison
Colonel Tigh's gaze did not waver, and his voice sounded relaxed. 
 
"Okay, why don't you present your 'undeniable, conclusive proof'?" 
 
Tigh shrugged. 
 
"We would certainly not want to deny you the opportunity to reveal such stunning 
information."
Part 31 - Lisa Zaza
“Croad!” Yuuma called across the Officer’s Club. 
 
“Come forth and tell us your storves, did so as the result of careful 
manipulations of bureaucratic and religious leaders who were determined to find - and 
then settle - the mythical planet Earth." 
Yuuma replied steadily, searching the features of the battlestar's executive officer as he 
received the mind - boggling news. 
 
"In fact, we have undeniable, conclusive proof of the same."
Colonel Tigh's gaze did not waver, and his voice sounded relaxed. 
 
"Okay, why don't you present your 'undeniable, conclusive proof'?" 
 
Tigh shrugged. 
 
"We would certainly not want to deny you the opportunity to reveal such stunning 
information."
Part 30 - Maggie Hutchison
Colonel Tigh's gaze did not waver, and his voice sounded relaxed. 
 
"Okay, why don't you present your 'undeniable, conclusive proof'?" 
 
Tigh shrugged. 
 
"We would certainly not want to deny you the opportunity to reveal such stunning 
information."
Part 31 - Lisa Zaza
“Croad!” Yuuma called across the Officer’s Club. 
 
“Come forth and tell us your storves, did so as the result of careful 
manipulations of bureaucratic and religious leaders who were determined to find - and 
then settle - the mythical planet Earth." 
Yuuma replied steadily, searching the features of the battlestar's executive officer as he 
received the mind - boggling news. 
 
"In fact, we have undeniable, conclusive proof of the same."
Colonel Tigh's gaze did not waver, and his voice sounded relaxed. 
 
"Okay, why don't you present your 'undeniable, conclusive proof'?" 
 
Tigh shrugged. 
 
"We would certainly not want to deny you the opportunity to reveal such stunning 
information."
Part 30 - Maggie Hutchison
Colonel Tigh's gaze did not waver, and his voice sounded relaxed. 
 
"Okay, why don't you present your 'undeniable, conclusive proof'?" 
 
Tigh shrugged. 
 
"We would certainly not want to deny you the opportunity to reveal such stunning 
information."
Part 31 - Lisa Zaza
“Croad!” Yuuma called across the Officer’s Club. 
 
“Come forth and tell us your storves, did so as the result of careful 
manipulations of bureaucratic and religious leaders who were determined to find - and 
then settle - the mythical planet Earth." 
Yuuma replied steadily, searching the features of the battlestar's executive officer as he 
received the mind - boggling news. 
 
"In fact, we have undeniable, conclusive proof of the same."
Colonel Tigh's gaze did not waver, and his voice sounded relaxed. 
 
"Okay, why don't you present your 'undeniable, conclusive proof'?" 
 
Tigh shrugged. 
 
"We would certainly not want to deny you the opportunity to reveal such stunning 
information."
Part 30 - Maggie Hutchison
Colonel Tigh's gaze did not waver, and his voice sounded relaxed. 
 
"Okay, why don't you present your 'undeniable, conclusive proof'?" 
 
Tigh shrugged. 
 
"We would certainly not want to deny you the opportunity to reveal such stunning 
information."
Part 31 - Lisa Zaza
“Croad!” Yuuma called across the Officer’s Club. 
 
“Come forth and tell us your story, my friend.”
The Proteus Enforcer stepped forward from where he had been observing the meeting, 
and people parted ways, allowing him to pass. 
 
In one hand he carried a small pouch, almost reverently. 
 
Only one man refused to cede ground for him. 
 
One near - naked man. 
 
Who didn’t make it into the first paragraph of this scene, yet was determined to make an 
appearance all the same. 
“Out of my way, Bootlegger,” Croad snarled at Starbuck as he shoved past.
“Frack!” Starbuck yelped as he tumbled to the ground, grabbing his foot.
“Are you okay?” Athena asked him, kneeling down beside him.
“I think he broke my toe.” 
Starbuck whined, his face contorted in pain. 
 
“Those dang tylinium - toed Enforcer boots!”
“Let me see!” Cassiopeia inserted, joining them. 
 
“Sheba, give us a hand here.”
“Right!” Sheba replied, grabbing Starbuck’s hands away from the injured foot. 
 
She whispered furiously at him, “We’re trying to contain this situation. 
 
Stop annoying the insurgents.”
“Dy, my friend.”
The Proteus Enforcer stepped forward from where he had been observing the meeting, 
and people parted ways, allowing him to pass. 
 
In one hand he carried a small pouch, almost reverently. 
 
Only one man refused to cede ground for him. 
 
One near - naked man. 
 
Who didn’t make it into the first paragraph of this scene, yet was determined to make an 
appearance all the same. 
“Out of my way, Bootlegger,” Croad snarled at Starbuck as he shoved past.
“Frack!” Starbuck yelped as he tumbled to the ground, grabbing his foot.
“Are you okay?” Athena asked him, kneeling down beside him.
“I think he broke my toe.” 
Starbuck whined, his face contorted in pain. 
 
“Those dang tylinium - toed Enforcer boots!”
“Let me see!” Cassiopeia inserted, joining them. 
 
“Sheba, give us a hand here.”
“Right!” Sheba replied, grabbing Starbuck’s hands away from the injured foot. 
 
She whispered furiously at him, “We’re trying to contain this situation. 
 
Stop annoying the insurgents.”
“Dl here."
"Eleven of twelve, Adama.  
Good enough to proceed." Uri replied, trying to recall who was missing.  
It eluded him for the moment.
I'd be happy to fill in," Baltar said with a smile.  
"After all, I never officially gave up my original seat on the Quorum." He fingered his 
medallion.
"Traitor!" Montrose hissed.  
"Things won't go so well for you this time, Baltar!"
"Enough!" Tinia snapped.  
"Baltar is here under a flag of truce.  
At one time that used to mean something to our people."
"Many things were different before this maggot infested vermin . . ." Anton winced, 
"Pardon me, did I say that out loud?." 
He glanced back at Baltar before continuing, "before Baltar betrayed the Colonies and 
brought about the destruction of our civilization."
"Well, then that's the first thing you need to know." Tinia informed them.  
"Baltar did not betray the Colonies.  
They are quite intact--as illustrated on the recovered data crystals. 
Baltar was following President Adar's orders to the y, my friend.”
The Proteus Enforcer stepped forward from where he had been observing the meeting, 
and people parted ways, allowing him to pass. 
 
In one hand he carried a small pouch, almost reverently. 
 
Only one man refused to cede ground for him. 
 
One near - naked man. 
 
Who didn’t make it into the first paragraph of this scene, yet was determined to make an 
appearance all the same. 
“Out of my way, Bootlegger,” Croad snarled at Starbuck as he shoved past.
“Frack!” Starbuck yelped as he tumbled to the ground, grabbing his foot.
“Are you okay?” Athena asked him, kneeling down beside him.
“I think he broke my toe.” 
Starbuck whined, his face contorted in pain. 
 
“Those dang tylinium - toed Enforcer boots!”
“Let me see!” Cassiopeia inserted, joining them. 
 
“Sheba, give us a hand here.”
“Right!” Sheba replied, grabbing Starbuck’s hands away from the injured foot. 
 
She whispered furiously at him, “We’re trying to contain this situation. 
 
Stop annoying the insurgents.”
“Dy, my friend.”
The Proteus Enforcer stepped forward from where he had been observing the meeting, 
and people parted ways, allowing him to pass. 
 
In one hand he carried a small pouch, almost reverently. 
 
Only one man refused to cede ground for him. 
 
One near - naked man. 
 
Who didn’t make it into the first paragraph of this scene, yet was determined to make an 
appearance all the same. 
“Out of my way, Bootlegger,” Croad snarled at Starbuck as he shoved past.
“Frack!” Starbuck yelped as he tumbled to the ground, grabbing his foot.
“Are you okay?” Athena asked him, kneeling down beside him.
“I think he broke my toe.” 
Starbuck whined, his face contorted in pain. 
 
“Those dang tylinium - toed Enforcer boots!”
“Let me see!” Cassiopeia inserted, joining them. 
 
“Sheba, give us a hand here.”
“Right!” Sheba replied, grabbing Starbuck’s hands away from the injured foot. 
 
She whispered furiously at him, “We’re trying to contain this situation. 
 
Stop annoying the insurgents.”
“Dy, my friend.”
The Proteus Enforcer stepped forward from where he had been observing the meeting, 
and people parted ways, allowing him to pass. 
 
In one hand he carried a small pouch, almost reverently. 
 
Only one man refused to cede ground for him. 
 
One near - naked man. 
 
Who didn’t make it into the first paragraph of this scene, yet was determined to make an 
appearance all the same. 
“Out of my way, Bootlegger,” Croad snarled at Starbuck as he shoved past.
“Frack!” Starbuck yelped as he tumbled to the ground, grabbing his foot.
“Are you okay?” Athena asked him, kneeling down beside him.
“I think he broke my toe.” 
Starbuck whined, his face contorted in pain. 
 
“Those dang tylinium - toed Enforcer boots!”
“Let me see!” Cassiopeia inserted, joining them. 
 
“Sheba, give us a hand here.”
“Right!” Sheba replied, grabbing Starbuck’s hands away from the injured foot. 
 
She whispered furiously at him, “We’re trying to contain this situation. 
 
Stop annoying the insurgents.”
“Dy, my friend.”
The Proteus Enforcer stepped forward from where he had been observing the meeting, 
and people parted ways, allowing him to pass. 
 
In one hand he carried a small pouch, almost reverently. 
 
Only one man refused to cede ground for him. 
 
One near - naked man. 
 
Who didn’t make it into the first paragraph of this scene, yet was determined to make an 
appearance all the same. 
“Out of my way, Bootlegger,” Croad snarled at Starbuck as he shoved past.
“Frack!” Starbuck yelped as he tumbled to the ground, grabbing his foot.
“Are you okay?” Athena asked him, kneeling down beside him.
“I think he broke my toe.” 
Starbuck whined, his face contorted in pain. 
 
“Those dang tylinium - toed Enforcer boots!”
“Let me see!” Cassiopeia inserted, joining them. 
 
“Sheba, give us a hand here.”
“Right!” Sheba replied, grabbing Starbuck’s hands away from the injured foot. 
 
She whispered furiously at him, “We’re trying to contain this situation. 
 
Stop annoying the insurgents.”
“Does that mean, you’re not going to kiss it better?” 
Starbuck asked in disappointment as the three beautiful woman surrounded him, holding 
tightly to his foot. 
 
He grinned over at Boomer, as his friend stared at him with that I don’t know how he does 
it look on his face.
Cassie tweaked his big toe painfully, while Sheba and Athena stared laser beams at him. 
“No. 
Behave.”
“Croad. 
Tell these people what you told us.” Yuuma instructed him as Shaula stood and cleared 
way for the former Enforcer.
“Some of you know who I am. 
 
I’m Croad from the Prison Colony of Proteus. 
 
I was the head Enforcer there. 
 
These Colonial Warriors invaded our colony and freed the prisoners, telling them of this 
Holocaust that had apparently happened, and of the Twelve Colonies that had been 
reputedly destroyed sectars before.” 
He sneered in turn at Apollo and Boomer, recognizing them as two of the warriors who 
had been involved. 
 
“But I have data crystals from communications with Skorpia City oes that mean, you’re not going to kiss it better?” 
Starbuck asked in disappointment as the three beautiful woman surrounded him, holding 
tightly to his foot. 
 
He grinned over at Boomer, as his friend stared at him with that I don’t know how he does 
it look on his face.
Cassie tweaked his big toe painfully, while Sheba and Athena stared laser beams at him. 
“No. 
Behave.”
“Croad. 
Tell these people what you told us.” Yuuma instructed him as Shaula stood and cleared 
way for the former Enforcer.
“Some of you know who I am. 
 
I’m Croad from the Prison Colony of Proteus. 
 
I was the head Enforcer there. 
 
These Colonial Warriors invaded our colony and freed the prisoners, telling them of this 
Holocaust that had apparently happened, and of the Twelve Colonies that had been 
reputedly destroyed sectars before.” 
He sneered in turn at Apollo and Boomer, recognizing them as two of the warriors who 
had been involved. 
 
“But I have data crystals from communications with Skorpia City letter."   
Baltar suddenly felt lightheaded as they all stared at him in astonishment and scepticism.  
He sat down heavily on the Council chair, disbelieving that he had heard a member of the 
newly appointed Council of Twelve support him. 
"It's true.  I was to convince the Cylons that we had all our military forces either at the 
gathering for the signing of the Armistice, or far enough away that they would be 
redundant to the attack.  
But it was not so . . . or at least I believed that to be the case . . . at first."   
"Adar had planned a counterattack." Tinia nodded.  
"While the Galactica rerouted to Caprica, our surviving battlestars made to rendezvous 
with the rest of the Fleet. 
The rest of our military forces.  
Every battlecruiser, fighter, warship in the Star System."   
"But there were no other surviving Battlestars!" Adama cried.    
"The Atlantia was a necessary sacrifice, Adama.  
We knew that the President's ship would be the first target.  
It was the decisive victory thoes that mean, you’re not going to kiss it better?” 
Starbuck asked in disappointment as the three beautiful woman surrounded him, holding 
tightly to his foot. 
 
He grinned over at Boomer, as his friend stared at him with that I don’t know how he does 
it look on his face.
Cassie tweaked his big toe painfully, while Sheba and Athena stared laser beams at him. 
“No. 
Behave.”
“Croad. 
Tell these people what you told us.” Yuuma instructed him as Shaula stood and cleared 
way for the former Enforcer.
“Some of you know who I am. 
 
I’m Croad from the Prison Colony of Proteus. 
 
I was the head Enforcer there. 
 
These Colonial Warriors invaded our colony and freed the prisoners, telling them of this 
Holocaust that had apparently happened, and of the Twelve Colonies that had been 
reputedly destroyed sectars before.” 
He sneered in turn at Apollo and Boomer, recognizing them as two of the warriors who 
had been involved. 
 
“But I have data crystals from communications with Skorpia City oes that mean, you’re not going to kiss it better?” 
Starbuck asked in disappointment as the three beautiful woman surrounded him, holding 
tightly to his foot. 
 
He grinned over at Boomer, as his friend stared at him with that I don’t know how he does 
it look on his face.
Cassie tweaked his big toe painfully, while Sheba and Athena stared laser beams at him. 
“No. 
Behave.”
“Croad. 
Tell these people what you told us.” Yuuma instructed him as Shaula stood and cleared 
way for the former Enforcer.
“Some of you know who I am. 
 
I’m Croad from the Prison Colony of Proteus. 
 
I was the head Enforcer there. 
 
These Colonial Warriors invaded our colony and freed the prisoners, telling them of this 
Holocaust that had apparently happened, and of the Twelve Colonies that had been 
reputedly destroyed sectars before.” 
He sneered in turn at Apollo and Boomer, recognizing them as two of the warriors who 
had been involved. 
 
“But I have data crystals from communications with Skorpia City oes that mean, you’re not going to kiss it better?” 
Starbuck asked in disappointment as the three beautiful woman surrounded him, holding 
tightly to his foot. 
 
He grinned over at Boomer, as his friend stared at him with that I don’t know how he does 
it look on his face.
Cassie tweaked his big toe painfully, while Sheba and Athena stared laser beams at him. 
“No. 
Behave.”
“Croad. 
Tell these people what you told us.” Yuuma instructed him as Shaula stood and cleared 
way for the former Enforcer.
“Some of you know who I am. 
 
I’m Croad from the Prison Colony of Proteus. 
 
I was the head Enforcer there. 
 
These Colonial Warriors invaded our colony and freed the prisoners, telling them of this 
Holocaust that had apparently happened, and of the Twelve Colonies that had been 
reputedly destroyed sectars before.” 
He sneered in turn at Apollo and Boomer, recognizing them as two of the warriors who 
had been involved. 
 
“But I have data crystals from communications with Skorpia City oes that mean, you’re not going to kiss it better?” 
Starbuck asked in disappointment as the three beautiful woman surrounded him, holding 
tightly to his foot. 
 
He grinned over at Boomer, as his friend stared at him with that I don’t know how he does 
it look on his face.
Cassie tweaked his big toe painfully, while Sheba and Athena stared laser beams at him. 
“No. 
Behave.”
“Croad. 
Tell these people what you told us.” Yuuma instructed him as Shaula stood and cleared 
way for the former Enforcer.
“Some of you know who I am. 
 
I’m Croad from the Prison Colony of Proteus. 
 
I was the head Enforcer there. 
 
These Colonial Warriors invaded our colony and freed the prisoners, telling them of this 
Holocaust that had apparently happened, and of the Twelve Colonies that had been 
reputedly destroyed sectars before.” 
He sneered in turn at Apollo and Boomer, recognizing them as two of the warriors who 
had been involved. 
 
“But I have data crystals from communications with Skorpia City only days before these 
men landed on Proteus that show that the Colonies were carrying on normally, and that 
these men lied to my Enforcers when they tried to convince us that we were no longer 
making Ambrosa for the colonies. 
 
That they had ceased to exist as we all knew and loved them.”
“If that’s true, why did you wait all these yahrens to reveal these crystals?” Boomer asked 
sceptically.
“Because you all believed the lies of Commander Adama, and your cursed Council of 
Twelve. 
 
That’s why!” Croad replied heatedly as he handed over a data crystal to Zara who 
immediately loaded it into her handheld media reader. 
 
“They would have confiscated and destroyed this evidence before any laid eyes upon it!”
All eyes were on Zara as she studied the feed at first suspiciously, and then her face 
began to pale. 
 
“Let’s feed this into the camera, and transmit.” 
She whispered to Zed, warily eying Colonel Tigh. 
 
Within microns, the IFB correspondents had the equipment rigged to transmonly days before these 
men landed on Proteus that show that the Colonies were carrying on normally, and that 
these men lied to my Enforcers when they tried to convince us that we were no longer 
making Ambrosa for the colonies. 
 
That they had ceased to exist as we all knew and loved them.”
“If that’s true, why did you wait all these yahrens to reveal these crystals?” Boomer asked 
sceptically.
“Because you all believed the lies of Commander Adama, and your cursed Council of 
Twelve. 
 
That’s why!” Croad replied heatedly as he handed over a data crystal to Zara who 
immediately loaded it into her handheld media reader. 
 
“They would have confiscated and destroyed this evidence before any laid eyes upon it!”
All eyes were on Zara as she studied the feed at first suspiciously, and then her face 
began to pale. 
 
“Let’s feed this into the camera, and transmit.” 
She whispered to Zed, warily eying Colonel Tigh. 
 
Within microns, the IFB correspondents had the equipment rigged to transmat the Cylons needed to distract them from what was truly 
going on around them. 
Thank the nine Lords of Kobol for battle chaos, as it covered much.  
Adar escaped from his flagship at the last centon." Tinia admitted quietly, bowing her 
head in memory of the thousands of men and women who had unwittingly fallen due to a 
bureaucratic and military manoeuvre that necessitated its destruction as a ruse.  
"On return from Caprica, the Galactica did not detect the surviving Battlestars because 
they were beyond your scanner range.  
Adar re-amassed our forces beyond the Old Moon for a direct strike against the planet, 
Cylon."
"Why would Adar purposely  mislead me?  
Have me lead the remains of our people across the galaxy in search of sanctuary, if they 
were mounting a counterattack?" Adama asked incredulously.
"Because he wanted you to find Earth.  
To verify what is written in the Book of The Word.  
As well as act as a much needed decoy to dissuade further attacks against the Colonies." 
Tionly days before these 
men landed on Proteus that show that the Colonies were carrying on normally, and that 
these men lied to my Enforcers when they tried to convince us that we were no longer 
making Ambrosa for the colonies. 
 
That they had ceased to exist as we all knew and loved them.”
“If that’s true, why did you wait all these yahrens to reveal these crystals?” Boomer asked 
sceptically.
“Because you all believed the lies of Commander Adama, and your cursed Council of 
Twelve. 
 
That’s why!” Croad replied heatedly as he handed over a data crystal to Zara who 
immediately loaded it into her handheld media reader. 
 
“They would have confiscated and destroyed this evidence before any laid eyes upon it!”
All eyes were on Zara as she studied the feed at first suspiciously, and then her face 
began to pale. 
 
“Let’s feed this into the camera, and transmit.” 
She whispered to Zed, warily eying Colonel Tigh. 
 
Within microns, the IFB correspondents had the equipment rigged to transmonly days before these 
men landed on Proteus that show that the Colonies were carrying on normally, and that 
these men lied to my Enforcers when they tried to convince us that we were no longer 
making Ambrosa for the colonies. 
 
That they had ceased to exist as we all knew and loved them.”
“If that’s true, why did you wait all these yahrens to reveal these crystals?” Boomer asked 
sceptically.
“Because you all believed the lies of Commander Adama, and your cursed Council of 
Twelve. 
 
That’s why!” Croad replied heatedly as he handed over a data crystal to Zara who 
immediately loaded it into her handheld media reader. 
 
“They would have confiscated and destroyed this evidence before any laid eyes upon it!”
All eyes were on Zara as she studied the feed at first suspiciously, and then her face 
began to pale. 
 
“Let’s feed this into the camera, and transmit.” 
She whispered to Zed, warily eying Colonel Tigh. 
 
Within microns, the IFB correspondents had the equipment rigged to transmonly days before these 
men landed on Proteus that show that the Colonies were carrying on normally, and that 
these men lied to my Enforcers when they tried to convince us that we were no longer 
making Ambrosa for the colonies. 
 
That they had ceased to exist as we all knew and loved them.”
“If that’s true, why did you wait all these yahrens to reveal these crystals?” Boomer asked 
sceptically.
“Because you all believed the lies of Commander Adama, and your cursed Council of 
Twelve. 
 
That’s why!” Croad replied heatedly as he handed over a data crystal to Zara who 
immediately loaded it into her handheld media reader. 
 
“They would have confiscated and destroyed this evidence before any laid eyes upon it!”
All eyes were on Zara as she studied the feed at first suspiciously, and then her face 
began to pale. 
 
“Let’s feed this into the camera, and transmit.” 
She whispered to Zed, warily eying Colonel Tigh. 
 
Within microns, the IFB correspondents had the equipment rigged to transmonly days before these 
men landed on Proteus that show that the Colonies were carrying on normally, and that 
these men lied to my Enforcers when they tried to convince us that we were no longer 
making Ambrosa for the colonies. 
 
That they had ceased to exist as we all knew and loved them.”
“If that’s true, why did you wait all these yahrens to reveal these crystals?” Boomer asked 
sceptically.
“Because you all believed the lies of Commander Adama, and your cursed Council of 
Twelve. 
 
That’s why!” Croad replied heatedly as he handed over a data crystal to Zara who 
immediately loaded it into her handheld media reader. 
 
“They would have confiscated and destroyed this evidence before any laid eyes upon it!”
All eyes were on Zara as she studied the feed at first suspiciously, and then her face 
began to pale. 
 
“Let’s feed this into the camera, and transmit.” 
She whispered to Zed, warily eying Colonel Tigh. 
 
Within microns, the IFB correspondents had the equipment rigged to transmnia replied softly.  
"Long had he wanted to launch an exploratory mission to retrace the path of the 
Thirteenth Tribe and prove beyond doubt that the Book of the Word is not the ramblings 
of prophets and mystics, but the Truth.  
The One and Only Truth." Tinia explained, knowing from Adar that he and Adama had 
spent many a centar speaking of such a mission.  
It was the very reason that Adar had selected Adama, knowing he would gravitate 
towards Earth, and would be willing to leave their beloved homeworlds behind. 
 The heart of an explorer . . .  
"Many of our people never received word of our exodus. 
Most weren't meant to.  
Adar's agents made sure that only a small percentage of our population had the means 
and capability to rendezvous with the Galactica.  
At the time, in all the confusion, you believed they were all that remained.  
It was not so."
"And I continued to play into the ruse, agreeing that only a meagre amount of survivors 
could have escaped." 
Baltar mused.  
"But tit. 
 
All eyes swung to the big screen monitor over the bar.
Words weren’t really necessary. 
 
Zara sped through the data crystals and the entire OC watched as “current” events in the 
Twelve Colonies occurring after the Destruction, yet yahrens ago now, were covered by 
familiar correspondents from Skorpia that they had all presumed dead long ago. 
 
There was talk of the ongoing war with the Cylons, the professional triad league 
championships, a wide array of local newsworthy items, and finally of the “valiant men 
and woman who had volunteered to journey forth across the stars in search of the planet 
Earth, committed to locating it, and finding out what really happened to the elusive 
Thirteenth Tribe”.
“That’s impossible,” Tigh muttered, shaking his head in denial.
Then the picture flashed to President Adar - also previously thought dead - and he smiled 
warmly as he spoke to his people throughout the Twelve Worlds, courtesy of the 
Skorpian Broadcasting Company, “I personally spoke tit. 
 
All eyes swung to the big screen monitor over the bar.
Words weren’t really necessary. 
 
Zara sped through the data crystals and the entire OC watched as “current” events in the 
Twelve Colonies occurring after the Destruction, yet yahrens ago now, were covered by 
familiar correspondents from Skorpia that they had all presumed dead long ago. 
 
There was talk of the ongoing war with the Cylons, the professional triad league 
championships, a wide array of local newsworthy items, and finally of the “valiant men 
and woman who had volunteered to journey forth across the stars in search of the planet 
Earth, committed to locating it, and finding out what really happened to the elusive 
Thirteenth Tribe”.
“That’s impossible,” Tigh muttered, shaking his head in denial.
Then the picture flashed to President Adar - also previously thought dead - and he smiled 
warmly as he spoke to his people throughout the Twelve Worlds, courtesy of the 
Skorpian Broadcasting Company, “I personally spoke tit. 
 
All eyes swung to the big screen monitor over the bar.
Words weren’t really necessary. 
 
Zara sped through the data crystals and the entire OC watched as “current” events in the 
Twelve Colonies occurring after the Destruction, yet yahrens ago now, were covered by 
familiar correspondents from Skorpia that they had all presumed dead long ago. 
 
There was talk of the ongoing war with the Cylons, the professional triad league 
championships, a wide array of local newsworthy items, and finally of the “valiant men 
and woman who had volunteered to journey forth across the stars in search of the planet 
Earth, committed to locating it, and finding out what really happened to the elusive 
Thirteenth Tribe”.
“That’s impossible,” Tigh muttered, shaking his head in denial.
Then the picture flashed to President Adar - also previously thought dead - and he smiled 
warmly as he spoke to his people throughout the Twelve Worlds, courtesy of the 
Skorpian Broadcasting Company, “I personally spoke tit. 
 
All eyes swung to the big screen monitor over the bar.
Words weren’t really necessary. 
 
Zara sped through the data crystals and the entire OC watched as “current” events in the 
Twelve Colonies occurring after the Destruction, yet yahrens ago now, were covered by 
familiar correspondents from Skorpia that they had all presumed dead long ago. 
 
There was talk of the ongoing war with the Cylons, the professional triad league 
championships, a wide array of local newsworthy items, and finally of the “valiant men 
and woman who had volunteered to journey forth across the stars in search of the planet 
Earth, committed to locating it, and finding out what really happened to the elusive 
Thirteenth Tribe”.
“That’s impossible,” Tigh muttered, shaking his head in denial.
Then the picture flashed to President Adar - also previously thought dead - and he smiled 
warmly as he spoke to his people throughout the Twelve Worlds, courtesy of the 
Skorpian Broadcasting Company, “I personally spoke tit. 
 
All eyes swung to the big screen monitor over the bar.
Words weren’t really necessary. 
 
Zara sped through the data crystals and the entire OC watched as “current” events in the 
Twelve Colonies occurring after the Destruction, yet yahrens ago now, were covered by 
familiar correspondents from Skorpia that they had all presumed dead long ago. 
 
There was talk of the ongoing war with the Cylons, the professional triad league 
championships, a wide array of local newsworthy items, and finally of the “valiant men 
and woman who had volunteered to journey forth across the stars in search of the planet 
Earth, committed to locating it, and finding out what really happened to the elusive 
Thirteenth Tribe”.
“That’s impossible,” Tigh muttered, shaking his head in denial.
Then the picture flashed to President Adar - also previously thought dead - and he smiled 
warmly as he spoke to his people throughout the Twelve Worlds, courtesy of the 
Skorpian Broadcasting Company, “I personally spoke tit. 
 
All eyes swung to the big screen monitor over the bar.
Words weren’t really necessary. 
 
Zara sped through the data crystals and the entire OC watched as “current” events in the 
Twelve Colonies occurring after the Destruction, yet yahrens ago now, were covered by 
familiar correspondents from Skorpia that they had all presumed dead long ago. 
 
There was talk of the ongoing war with the Cylons, the professional triad league 
championships, a wide array of local newsworthy items, and finally of the “valiant men 
and woman who had volunteered to journey forth across the stars in search of the planet 
Earth, committed to locating it, and finding out what really happened to the elusive 
Thirteenth Tribe”.
“That’s impossible,” Tigh muttered, shaking his head in denial.
Then the picture flashed to President Adar - also previously thought dead - and he smiled 
warmly as he spoke to his people throughout the Twelve Worlds, courtesy of the 
Skorpian Broadcasting Company, “I personally spoke then I began to believe it.  
I began to believe that Adar's plan had backfired.  
That somehow I had managed to lead the Human Race to ruin." 
He still recalled his absolute horror that instead of being instrumental in destroying the 
Cylons, that he had destroyed the Colonies instead.  
"I had no choice but to pose as a traitor to my people, and pursue this Fleet, in hopes that 
I could somehow turn the tide later." 
Baltar sighed, recalling how he had tried to sway Adama to join with him in attacking 
their enemies while in the ancient Tombs of Kobol.  
However, Adar's ruse had been too convincing.  
Adama believed him to be a traitor . . . and by then, Baltar was believing it himself.  
Intentions do not the man make.  
Results however . . .
"We were both directly deceived by Adar." Adama spoke, his words sounding brittle as 
he looked over to Baltar.  "And everyone else by association."
"Yes, Adama." Tinia replied.  
"Not only did our exodus provide Adar with a chance to discover Earth, tho Commander Adama and have 
sent my blessing, and those of the Lords of Kobol, to him and the other adventurers that 
have taken on this long and difficult, though important, journey of discovery that will 
once and for all determine whether what was written in the Book of the Word was legend, 
or fact.”
The picture fizzled out, and the room was suddenly so quiet, you could hear a cubit drop.
Part 32 - Eugenia
Oh, not again, Omega thought, watching the console screen transmitting the newly 
discovered data crystals. 
Behind him he heard Adama comforting the whimpering Boxey. 
Omega sighed and turned in his chair.
"Commander?"
"Now what?" Adama looked up.
"I think you really need to take a look at this." 
Adama patted Boxey on the shoulder and whispered something to him before joining 
Omega. 
Adama watched the Skorpian data transmission that Omega replayed.
"It's impossible," Adama gasped, his face ashen.
"No, it's a Skorpian news cast," Omega said, deadpan. Adama gave him a quick glare.
"To Commander Adama and have 
sent my blessing, and those of the Lords of Kobol, to him and the other adventurers that 
have taken on this long and difficult, though important, journey of discovery that will 
once and for all determine whether what was written in the Book of the Word was legend, 
or fact.”
The picture fizzled out, and the room was suddenly so quiet, you could hear a cubit drop.
Part 32 - Eugenia
Oh, not again, Omega thought, watching the console screen transmitting the newly 
discovered data crystals. 
Behind him he heard Adama comforting the whimpering Boxey. 
Omega sighed and turned in his chair.
"Commander?"
"Now what?" Adama looked up.
"I think you really need to take a look at this." 
Adama patted Boxey on the shoulder and whispered something to him before joining 
Omega. 
Adama watched the Skorpian data transmission that Omega replayed.
"It's impossible," Adama gasped, his face ashen.
"No, it's a Skorpian news cast," Omega said, deadpan. Adama gave him a quick glare.
"To Commander Adama and have 
sent my blessing, and those of the Lords of Kobol, to him and the other adventurers that 
have taken on this long and difficult, though important, journey of discovery that will 
once and for all determine whether what was written in the Book of the Word was legend, 
or fact.”
The picture fizzled out, and the room was suddenly so quiet, you could hear a cubit drop.
Part 32 - Eugenia
Oh, not again, Omega thought, watching the console screen transmitting the newly 
discovered data crystals. 
Behind him he heard Adama comforting the whimpering Boxey. 
Omega sighed and turned in his chair.
"Commander?"
"Now what?" Adama looked up.
"I think you really need to take a look at this." 
Adama patted Boxey on the shoulder and whispered something to him before joining 
Omega. 
Adama watched the Skorpian data transmission that Omega replayed.
"It's impossible," Adama gasped, his face ashen.
"No, it's a Skorpian news cast," Omega said, deadpan. Adama gave him a quick glare.
"To Commander Adama and have 
sent my blessing, and those of the Lords of Kobol, to him and the other adventurers that 
have taken on this long and difficult, though important, journey of discovery that will 
once and for all determine whether what was written in the Book of the Word was legend, 
or fact.”
The picture fizzled out, and the room was suddenly so quiet, you could hear a cubit drop.
Part 32 - Eugenia
Oh, not again, Omega thought, watching the console screen transmitting the newly 
discovered data crystals. 
Behind him he heard Adama comforting the whimpering Boxey. 
Omega sighed and turned in his chair.
"Commander?"
"Now what?" Adama looked up.
"I think you really need to take a look at this." 
Adama patted Boxey on the shoulder and whispered something to him before joining 
Omega. 
Adama watched the Skorpian data transmission that Omega replayed.
"It's impossible," Adama gasped, his face ashen.
"No, it's a Skorpian news cast," Omega said, deadpan. Adama gave him a quick glare.
"To Commander Adama and have 
sent my blessing, and those of the Lords of Kobol, to him and the other adventurers that 
have taken on this long and difficult, though important, journey of discovery that will 
once and for all determine whether what was written in the Book of the Word was legend, 
or fact.”
The picture fizzled out, and the room was suddenly so quiet, you could hear a cubit drop.
Part 32 - Eugenia
Oh, not again, Omega thought, watching the console screen transmitting the newly 
discovered data crystals. 
Behind him he heard Adama comforting the whimpering Boxey. 
Omega sighed and turned in his chair.
"Commander?"
"Now what?" Adama looked up.
"I think you really need to take a look at this." 
Adama patted Boxey on the shoulder and whispered something to him before joining 
Omega. 
Adama watched the Skorpian data transmission that Omega replayed.
"It's impossible," Adama gasped, his face ashen.
"No, it's a Skorpian news cast," Omega said, deadpan. Adama gave him a quick glare.
"To Commander Adama and have 
sent my blessing, and those of the Lords of Kobol, to him and the other adventurers that 
have taken on this long and difficult, though important, journey of discovery that will 
once and for all determine whether what was written in the Book of the Word was legend, 
or fact.”
The picture fizzled out, and the room was suddenly so quiet, you could hear a cubit drop.
Part 32 - Eugenia
Oh, not again, Omega thought, watching the console screen transmitting the newly 
discovered data crystals. 
Behind him he heard Adama comforting the whimpering Boxey. 
Omega sighed and turned in his chair.
"Commander?"
"Now what?" Adama looked up.
"I think you really need to take a look at this." 
Adama patted Boxey on the shoulder and whispered something to him before joining 
Omega. 
Adama watched the Skorpian data transmission that Omega replayed.
"It's impossible," Adama gasped, his face ashen.
"No, it's a Skorpian news cast," Omega said, deadpan. Adama gave him a quick glare.
"Trough you, but 
it distracted the Cylons long enough for the counterattack to move against Cylon itself, 
and destroy their homeworld."
"Then the reports from Proteus were true?" Adama asked.
"They were.  The Colonies once again thrive."
"And we search the galaxy on a journey that could take generations . . .all because of 
Adar's obsession with the Thirteenth Tribe." Adama demanded.
"An obsession that he thought he shared with you." Tinia suggested quietly.  "He would 
not have entrusted such an expedition to any other man."
"At this moment, Siress Tinia," Adama muttered, his voice rising.  
"I don't find that particularly comforting."
"I understand." Tinia agreed.
"So now what?" Sire Anton asked.
"Indeed," muttered Baltar, well aware that their time was running out.  
In thirty centons Lucifer would be launching their attack . . .
PART 39 - Eugenia
'A night equinus. 
It was a night equinus', Starbuck thought. 
'Here I am standing in the buff, well, nearly in the buff, in the middle of a crhis... this must be some sort of trick... "
"But who - " Omega began and stopped as he noted an urgent incoming transmission on 
another line. 
He tapped the keys of his console and another familiar face appeared. 
The man was grinning madly and holding a dark brown jar in one hand.
"Greetings, Adama, old friend. I'm b - a - a - a - c - k!" Baltar sang.
Part 33 - Lisa Zaza
Adama simply stared at the transmission screen as Baltar laughed back at him for a while. 
 
It was a long while. 
It was beginning to look like Baltar's face was getting sore, as he began massaging his 
transmandibular joints,but still he laughed. 
 
 
It started as a chuckle, grew into a rip - roaring, gut - wrenching, slap - happy bellow, 
then gradually faded to the occasional snort.
"Don't you have anything to say, Adama?" 
Baltar finally taunted him, wondering if he should cut back on the "happy" pills he'd been 
popping.
Finally, Omega glanced back at his Commander, elbowing him in the ribs ever so 
slightly. "Sirhis... this must be some sort of trick... "
"But who - " Omega began and stopped as he noted an urgent incoming transmission on 
another line. 
He tapped the keys of his console and another familiar face appeared. 
The man was grinning madly and holding a dark brown jar in one hand.
"Greetings, Adama, old friend. I'm b - a - a - a - c - k!" Baltar sang.
Part 33 - Lisa Zaza
Adama simply stared at the transmission screen as Baltar laughed back at him for a while. 
 
It was a long while. 
It was beginning to look like Baltar's face was getting sore, as he began massaging his 
transmandibular joints,but still he laughed. 
 
 
It started as a chuckle, grew into a rip - roaring, gut - wrenching, slap - happy bellow, 
then gradually faded to the occasional snort.
"Don't you have anything to say, Adama?" 
Baltar finally taunted him, wondering if he should cut back on the "happy" pills he'd been 
popping.
Finally, Omega glanced back at his Commander, elbowing him in the ribs ever so 
slightly. "Sirhis... this must be some sort of trick... "
"But who - " Omega began and stopped as he noted an urgent incoming transmission on 
another line. 
He tapped the keys of his console and another familiar face appeared. 
The man was grinning madly and holding a dark brown jar in one hand.
"Greetings, Adama, old friend. I'm b - a - a - a - c - k!" Baltar sang.
Part 33 - Lisa Zaza
Adama simply stared at the transmission screen as Baltar laughed back at him for a while. 
 
It was a long while. 
It was beginning to look like Baltar's face was getting sore, as he began massaging his 
transmandibular joints,but still he laughed. 
 
 
It started as a chuckle, grew into a rip - roaring, gut - wrenching, slap - happy bellow, 
then gradually faded to the occasional snort.
"Don't you have anything to say, Adama?" 
Baltar finally taunted him, wondering if he should cut back on the "happy" pills he'd been 
popping.
Finally, Omega glanced back at his Commander, elbowing him in the ribs ever so 
slightly. "Sirhis... this must be some sort of trick... "
"But who - " Omega began and stopped as he noted an urgent incoming transmission on 
another line. 
He tapped the keys of his console and another familiar face appeared. 
The man was grinning madly and holding a dark brown jar in one hand.
"Greetings, Adama, old friend. I'm b - a - a - a - c - k!" Baltar sang.
Part 33 - Lisa Zaza
Adama simply stared at the transmission screen as Baltar laughed back at him for a while. 
 
It was a long while. 
It was beginning to look like Baltar's face was getting sore, as he began massaging his 
transmandibular joints,but still he laughed. 
 
 
It started as a chuckle, grew into a rip - roaring, gut - wrenching, slap - happy bellow, 
then gradually faded to the occasional snort.
"Don't you have anything to say, Adama?" 
Baltar finally taunted him, wondering if he should cut back on the "happy" pills he'd been 
popping.
Finally, Omega glanced back at his Commander, elbowing him in the ribs ever so 
slightly. "Sirhis... this must be some sort of trick... "
"But who - " Omega began and stopped as he noted an urgent incoming transmission on 
another line. 
He tapped the keys of his console and another familiar face appeared. 
The man was grinning madly and holding a dark brown jar in one hand.
"Greetings, Adama, old friend. I'm b - a - a - a - c - k!" Baltar sang.
Part 33 - Lisa Zaza
Adama simply stared at the transmission screen as Baltar laughed back at him for a while. 
 
It was a long while. 
It was beginning to look like Baltar's face was getting sore, as he began massaging his 
transmandibular joints,but still he laughed. 
 
 
It started as a chuckle, grew into a rip - roaring, gut - wrenching, slap - happy bellow, 
then gradually faded to the occasional snort.
"Don't you have anything to say, Adama?" 
Baltar finally taunted him, wondering if he should cut back on the "happy" pills he'd been 
popping.
Finally, Omega glanced back at his Commander, elbowing him in the ribs ever so 
slightly. "Sirhis... this must be some sort of trick... "
"But who - " Omega began and stopped as he noted an urgent incoming transmission on 
another line. 
He tapped the keys of his console and another familiar face appeared. 
The man was grinning madly and holding a dark brown jar in one hand.
"Greetings, Adama, old friend. I'm b - a - a - a - c - k!" Baltar sang.
Part 33 - Lisa Zaza
Adama simply stared at the transmission screen as Baltar laughed back at him for a while. 
 
It was a long while. 
It was beginning to look like Baltar's face was getting sore, as he began massaging his 
transmandibular joints,but still he laughed. 
 
 
It started as a chuckle, grew into a rip - roaring, gut - wrenching, slap - happy bellow, 
then gradually faded to the occasional snort.
"Don't you have anything to say, Adama?" 
Baltar finally taunted him, wondering if he should cut back on the "happy" pills he'd been 
popping.
Finally, Omega glanced back at his Commander, elbowing him in the ribs ever so 
slightly. "Sir?"
"So ... you're back."
Apollo dropped the glass of ale he was holding. 
 
"Sorry," he muttered to the warrior he was supposed to be passing it to, as he brushed off 
the worst of the mess. 
He climbed off his bar stool, heading towards the small gathering of insurgents, President 
Adar's words ringing through his head: 
I personally spoke to Commander Adama and have sent my blessing, and those of the 
Lords of Kobol, to him and the other adventurers that have taken on this long and 
difficult, though important, journey of discovery that will once and for all determine 
whether what was written in the Book of the Word was legend, or fact.
"You okay, buddy?" Starbuck asked, not accustomed to the good Captain dropping 
anything. 
 
His friend was peculiarly pale, and his mouth was opening and closing like a Caprican 
sea cuda seeking molecules of life - sustaining oxygen.
"As okay as anyone could be right now," Apollo returned, shaking his head as he 
continued to watch data transmissions froowd in the 
Officers' Club with people waving guns during a red alert.  
Why couldn't I be having one of those other dreams?  
One where ladies are attending to my every whim.'
"Come on, Yuuma, let some of us go," Apollo said, breaking Starbuck from his reverie.
"I offered to let some of you go," Yuuma said. 
"She won't let her prize go."  Yuuma glanced at Shaula.
"There are insurgents among the insurgents?" Starbuck smiled at Shaula.
"Some of us can be reasonable," Shaula said, looking up at Starbuck. 
She was cute in a feisty way.  
Off to one side, Cassiopeia shrugged. 
Typical Starbuck behaviour.
"So how about a trade?" Starbuck asked.  
"You let me go to save the fleet, and I take you to dinner?"
"A private dinner?"
"On the Rising Star if you want." Starbuck grinned.  
"I've got a few connections there."
"Promise?"  Shaula looked at him with desire.
"Of course, on my word as a Warrior," Starbuck said.  
When several women giggled, he added: "Don't listen to them.  
They're just jealou?"
"So ... you're back."
Apollo dropped the glass of ale he was holding. 
 
"Sorry," he muttered to the warrior he was supposed to be passing it to, as he brushed off 
the worst of the mess. 
He climbed off his bar stool, heading towards the small gathering of insurgents, President 
Adar's words ringing through his head: 
I personally spoke to Commander Adama and have sent my blessing, and those of the 
Lords of Kobol, to him and the other adventurers that have taken on this long and 
difficult, though important, journey of discovery that will once and for all determine 
whether what was written in the Book of the Word was legend, or fact.
"You okay, buddy?" Starbuck asked, not accustomed to the good Captain dropping 
anything. 
 
His friend was peculiarly pale, and his mouth was opening and closing like a Caprican 
sea cuda seeking molecules of life - sustaining oxygen.
"As okay as anyone could be right now," Apollo returned, shaking his head as he 
continued to watch data transmissions fro?"
"So ... you're back."
Apollo dropped the glass of ale he was holding. 
 
"Sorry," he muttered to the warrior he was supposed to be passing it to, as he brushed off 
the worst of the mess. 
He climbed off his bar stool, heading towards the small gathering of insurgents, President 
Adar's words ringing through his head: 
I personally spoke to Commander Adama and have sent my blessing, and those of the 
Lords of Kobol, to him and the other adventurers that have taken on this long and 
difficult, though important, journey of discovery that will once and for all determine 
whether what was written in the Book of the Word was legend, or fact.
"You okay, buddy?" Starbuck asked, not accustomed to the good Captain dropping 
anything. 
 
His friend was peculiarly pale, and his mouth was opening and closing like a Caprican 
sea cuda seeking molecules of life - sustaining oxygen.
"As okay as anyone could be right now," Apollo returned, shaking his head as he 
continued to watch data transmissions fro?"
"So ... you're back."
Apollo dropped the glass of ale he was holding. 
 
"Sorry," he muttered to the warrior he was supposed to be passing it to, as he brushed off 
the worst of the mess. 
He climbed off his bar stool, heading towards the small gathering of insurgents, President 
Adar's words ringing through his head: 
I personally spoke to Commander Adama and have sent my blessing, and those of the 
Lords of Kobol, to him and the other adventurers that have taken on this long and 
difficult, though important, journey of discovery that will once and for all determine 
whether what was written in the Book of the Word was legend, or fact.
"You okay, buddy?" Starbuck asked, not accustomed to the good Captain dropping 
anything. 
 
His friend was peculiarly pale, and his mouth was opening and closing like a Caprican 
sea cuda seeking molecules of life - sustaining oxygen.
"As okay as anyone could be right now," Apollo returned, shaking his head as he 
continued to watch data transmissions fro?"
"So ... you're back."
Apollo dropped the glass of ale he was holding. 
 
"Sorry," he muttered to the warrior he was supposed to be passing it to, as he brushed off 
the worst of the mess. 
He climbed off his bar stool, heading towards the small gathering of insurgents, President 
Adar's words ringing through his head: 
I personally spoke to Commander Adama and have sent my blessing, and those of the 
Lords of Kobol, to him and the other adventurers that have taken on this long and 
difficult, though important, journey of discovery that will once and for all determine 
whether what was written in the Book of the Word was legend, or fact.
"You okay, buddy?" Starbuck asked, not accustomed to the good Captain dropping 
anything. 
 
His friend was peculiarly pale, and his mouth was opening and closing like a Caprican 
sea cuda seeking molecules of life - sustaining oxygen.
"As okay as anyone could be right now," Apollo returned, shaking his head as he 
continued to watch data transmissions fro?"
"So ... you're back."
Apollo dropped the glass of ale he was holding. 
 
"Sorry," he muttered to the warrior he was supposed to be passing it to, as he brushed off 
the worst of the mess. 
He climbed off his bar stool, heading towards the small gathering of insurgents, President 
Adar's words ringing through his head: 
I personally spoke to Commander Adama and have sent my blessing, and those of the 
Lords of Kobol, to him and the other adventurers that have taken on this long and 
difficult, though important, journey of discovery that will once and for all determine 
whether what was written in the Book of the Word was legend, or fact.
"You okay, buddy?" Starbuck asked, not accustomed to the good Captain dropping 
anything. 
 
His friend was peculiarly pale, and his mouth was opening and closing like a Caprican 
sea cuda seeking molecules of life - sustaining oxygen.
"As okay as anyone could be right now," Apollo returned, shaking his head as he 
continued to watch data transmissions fros."
"How do we know you'll return?" Yuuma said, and then his gaze fell on Apollo.  
"Your wingman stays."
"What?" Apollo gasped.
"Hey, you know I shoot better than you," Starbuck said. 
Embarrassment crossed his face.  "Wait, that didn't sound right."
"You know I have to do all that tactical stuff.  
You just get to go out and blast Cylons."
"And I'm good at it."
"Are we ever going to leave!" Giles shouted.
"Yes, go," Yuuma sighed.  
There was a stampede for the door. 
As Athena approached him, he gazed appreciately at her decolletage and he seized her 
elbow.  
"Not you.  
You're staying."
 
' I've either gone mad or I'm having a really, REALLY bad dream,' Baltar thought. 
  A memory returned to him, the memory of his battlestar hitting light speed and leaving 
his shuttle stranded.  
Only to be captured by the Cylons.  
That had been a bad day.  
Deserted and at the mercy of the enemy.  
He had bluffed his way through it having no other choice, his life on the line.
Imperious Leader m the Colonies that Zara was skimming 
through.
"It can't be real!" Starbuck insisted, smiling at Shaula as he caught her eying him shyly.
"Sure looks real." Apollo murmured in return, recalling a discussion he'd had with his 
father pre - Destruction on Adar's longterm plan of launching an exploratory mission to 
Earth, to find out what had happened to the legendary thirteenth tribe. 
 
The President had been a devoted Kobollian and substantiating long forgotten "myths" 
and "legends" as written in the ancient Text, had started as a hobby and had turned into a 
fervent passion. 
 
Apollo's father and the President had many a time discussed long into the night how one 
day Adama would lead such a mission, finally solving the ancient riddle. 
 
But had Adama intentionally mislead them all to carry out their plans? 
 
He just couldn't believe it. 
 
Wouldn't believe it. 
But his rational mind was meanwhile screaming in his ear that the evidence certainly 
looked compelling ...
"Commander, om the Colonies that Zara was skimming 
through.
"It can't be real!" Starbuck insisted, smiling at Shaula as he caught her eying him shyly.
"Sure looks real." Apollo murmured in return, recalling a discussion he'd had with his 
father pre - Destruction on Adar's longterm plan of launching an exploratory mission to 
Earth, to find out what had happened to the legendary thirteenth tribe. 
 
The President had been a devoted Kobollian and substantiating long forgotten "myths" 
and "legends" as written in the ancient Text, had started as a hobby and had turned into a 
fervent passion. 
 
Apollo's father and the President had many a time discussed long into the night how one 
day Adama would lead such a mission, finally solving the ancient riddle. 
 
But had Adama intentionally mislead them all to carry out their plans? 
 
He just couldn't believe it. 
 
Wouldn't believe it. 
But his rational mind was meanwhile screaming in his ear that the evidence certainly 
looked compelling ...
"Commander, om the Colonies that Zara was skimming 
through.
"It can't be real!" Starbuck insisted, smiling at Shaula as he caught her eying him shyly.
"Sure looks real." Apollo murmured in return, recalling a discussion he'd had with his 
father pre - Destruction on Adar's longterm plan of launching an exploratory mission to 
Earth, to find out what had happened to the legendary thirteenth tribe. 
 
The President had been a devoted Kobollian and substantiating long forgotten "myths" 
and "legends" as written in the ancient Text, had started as a hobby and had turned into a 
fervent passion. 
 
Apollo's father and the President had many a time discussed long into the night how one 
day Adama would lead such a mission, finally solving the ancient riddle. 
 
But had Adama intentionally mislead them all to carry out their plans? 
 
He just couldn't believe it. 
 
Wouldn't believe it. 
But his rational mind was meanwhile screaming in his ear that the evidence certainly 
looked compelling ...
"Commander, om the Colonies that Zara was skimming 
through.
"It can't be real!" Starbuck insisted, smiling at Shaula as he caught her eying him shyly.
"Sure looks real." Apollo murmured in return, recalling a discussion he'd had with his 
father pre - Destruction on Adar's longterm plan of launching an exploratory mission to 
Earth, to find out what had happened to the legendary thirteenth tribe. 
 
The President had been a devoted Kobollian and substantiating long forgotten "myths" 
and "legends" as written in the ancient Text, had started as a hobby and had turned into a 
fervent passion. 
 
Apollo's father and the President had many a time discussed long into the night how one 
day Adama would lead such a mission, finally solving the ancient riddle. 
 
But had Adama intentionally mislead them all to carry out their plans? 
 
He just couldn't believe it. 
 
Wouldn't believe it. 
But his rational mind was meanwhile screaming in his ear that the evidence certainly 
looked compelling ...
"Commander, om the Colonies that Zara was skimming 
through.
"It can't be real!" Starbuck insisted, smiling at Shaula as he caught her eying him shyly.
"Sure looks real." Apollo murmured in return, recalling a discussion he'd had with his 
father pre - Destruction on Adar's longterm plan of launching an exploratory mission to 
Earth, to find out what had happened to the legendary thirteenth tribe. 
 
The President had been a devoted Kobollian and substantiating long forgotten "myths" 
and "legends" as written in the ancient Text, had started as a hobby and had turned into a 
fervent passion. 
 
Apollo's father and the President had many a time discussed long into the night how one 
day Adama would lead such a mission, finally solving the ancient riddle. 
 
But had Adama intentionally mislead them all to carry out their plans? 
 
He just couldn't believe it. 
 
Wouldn't believe it. 
But his rational mind was meanwhile screaming in his ear that the evidence certainly 
looked compelling ...
"Commander, om the Colonies that Zara was skimming 
through.
"It can't be real!" Starbuck insisted, smiling at Shaula as he caught her eying him shyly.
"Sure looks real." Apollo murmured in return, recalling a discussion he'd had with his 
father pre - Destruction on Adar's longterm plan of launching an exploratory mission to 
Earth, to find out what had happened to the legendary thirteenth tribe. 
 
The President had been a devoted Kobollian and substantiating long forgotten "myths" 
and "legends" as written in the ancient Text, had started as a hobby and had turned into a 
fervent passion. 
 
Apollo's father and the President had many a time discussed long into the night how one 
day Adama would lead such a mission, finally solving the ancient riddle. 
 
But had Adama intentionally mislead them all to carry out their plans? 
 
He just couldn't believe it. 
 
Wouldn't believe it. 
But his rational mind was meanwhile screaming in his ear that the evidence certainly 
looked compelling ...
"Commander, ohad played him just as President Adar had.
The Cylon ruler had concocted some scheme that his underlings wouldn't accept an 
Armistice, that within the complicated system of the Cylon hierarchy the Imperious 
Leader needed to mislead his own subjects to accomplish an Armistice with the 
Colonies.  
While the upper echelons of Cylons had tired of the never-ending war, the centurion 
classes where fixated on destroying the Colonies with such a purpose that only an 
Armistice between the Alliance and the Colonies would be enough to convince the 
centurions to halt.
It would only take a little fabrication on Baltar's part to justify a human speaking with the 
Imperious Leader.  
Just a bit of a misleading story of a lone human willing to sell out the Colonies. 
Surely as an accomplished bureautician, Baltar could make it believable, couldn't he?
And he had fallen for it.
 

'This is not real', Adama thought. 
'I've finally gone insane from the pressure.'
He looked at Tinia and then the other Couur scanners picked up three Cylon Base Stars just entering this quadrant 
on a heading ... " Omega glanced at his instruments, then pointed at the navigation board. 
 
"Oh, forget it. 
 
Right there!"
Adama swallowed down his pride, and with it some saliva to ease its way down his 
throat. 
 
Before him was the man who might just have the answers he sought. 
"Baltar."
"Yes, Adama." 
He returned smugly. 
 
"From the IFB transmissions we've picked up, you seem to be in some kind of picklon."
"Picklon?" Adama asked.
"Never mind," Baltar shrugged. "But your warriors are locked up by a group of 
insurgents. 
Seems the Fleet is defenseless."
"Omega, bring the Fleet to Red Alert." Adama ordered. 
"Scramble all fighters."
"It's hopeless, Adama!" Baltar roared, then began to laugh some more.
"Frack!" Boomer jumped to his feet as the klaxon sounded through the OC. 
Immediately, weapons again took aim at any warriors who joined him.
"Sit down!" Yuuma roared. 
"I will shoot the first warrior who ur scanners picked up three Cylon Base Stars just entering this quadrant 
on a heading ... " Omega glanced at his instruments, then pointed at the navigation board. 
 
"Oh, forget it. 
 
Right there!"
Adama swallowed down his pride, and with it some saliva to ease its way down his 
throat. 
 
Before him was the man who might just have the answers he sought. 
"Baltar."
"Yes, Adama." 
He returned smugly. 
 
"From the IFB transmissions we've picked up, you seem to be in some kind of picklon."
"Picklon?" Adama asked.
"Never mind," Baltar shrugged. "But your warriors are locked up by a group of 
insurgents. 
Seems the Fleet is defenseless."
"Omega, bring the Fleet to Red Alert." Adama ordered. 
"Scramble all fighters."
"It's hopeless, Adama!" Baltar roared, then began to laugh some more.
"Frack!" Boomer jumped to his feet as the klaxon sounded through the OC. 
Immediately, weapons again took aim at any warriors who joined him.
"Sit down!" Yuuma roared. 
"I will shoot the first warrior who ur scanners picked up three Cylon Base Stars just entering this quadrant 
on a heading ... " Omega glanced at his instruments, then pointed at the navigation board. 
 
"Oh, forget it. 
 
Right there!"
Adama swallowed down his pride, and with it some saliva to ease its way down his 
throat. 
 
Before him was the man who might just have the answers he sought. 
"Baltar."
"Yes, Adama." 
He returned smugly. 
 
"From the IFB transmissions we've picked up, you seem to be in some kind of picklon."
"Picklon?" Adama asked.
"Never mind," Baltar shrugged. "But your warriors are locked up by a group of 
insurgents. 
Seems the Fleet is defenseless."
"Omega, bring the Fleet to Red Alert." Adama ordered. 
"Scramble all fighters."
"It's hopeless, Adama!" Baltar roared, then began to laugh some more.
"Frack!" Boomer jumped to his feet as the klaxon sounded through the OC. 
Immediately, weapons again took aim at any warriors who joined him.
"Sit down!" Yuuma roared. 
"I will shoot the first warrior who ur scanners picked up three Cylon Base Stars just entering this quadrant 
on a heading ... " Omega glanced at his instruments, then pointed at the navigation board. 
 
"Oh, forget it. 
 
Right there!"
Adama swallowed down his pride, and with it some saliva to ease its way down his 
throat. 
 
Before him was the man who might just have the answers he sought. 
"Baltar."
"Yes, Adama." 
He returned smugly. 
 
"From the IFB transmissions we've picked up, you seem to be in some kind of picklon."
"Picklon?" Adama asked.
"Never mind," Baltar shrugged. "But your warriors are locked up by a group of 
insurgents. 
Seems the Fleet is defenseless."
"Omega, bring the Fleet to Red Alert." Adama ordered. 
"Scramble all fighters."
"It's hopeless, Adama!" Baltar roared, then began to laugh some more.
"Frack!" Boomer jumped to his feet as the klaxon sounded through the OC. 
Immediately, weapons again took aim at any warriors who joined him.
"Sit down!" Yuuma roared. 
"I will shoot the first warrior who ur scanners picked up three Cylon Base Stars just entering this quadrant 
on a heading ... " Omega glanced at his instruments, then pointed at the navigation board. 
 
"Oh, forget it. 
 
Right there!"
Adama swallowed down his pride, and with it some saliva to ease its way down his 
throat. 
 
Before him was the man who might just have the answers he sought. 
"Baltar."
"Yes, Adama." 
He returned smugly. 
 
"From the IFB transmissions we've picked up, you seem to be in some kind of picklon."
"Picklon?" Adama asked.
"Never mind," Baltar shrugged. "But your warriors are locked up by a group of 
insurgents. 
Seems the Fleet is defenseless."
"Omega, bring the Fleet to Red Alert." Adama ordered. 
"Scramble all fighters."
"It's hopeless, Adama!" Baltar roared, then began to laugh some more.
"Frack!" Boomer jumped to his feet as the klaxon sounded through the OC. 
Immediately, weapons again took aim at any warriors who joined him.
"Sit down!" Yuuma roared. 
"I will shoot the first warrior who ur scanners picked up three Cylon Base Stars just entering this quadrant 
on a heading ... " Omega glanced at his instruments, then pointed at the navigation board. 
 
"Oh, forget it. 
 
Right there!"
Adama swallowed down his pride, and with it some saliva to ease its way down his 
throat. 
 
Before him was the man who might just have the answers he sought. 
"Baltar."
"Yes, Adama." 
He returned smugly. 
 
"From the IFB transmissions we've picked up, you seem to be in some kind of picklon."
"Picklon?" Adama asked.
"Never mind," Baltar shrugged. "But your warriors are locked up by a group of 
insurgents. 
Seems the Fleet is defenseless."
"Omega, bring the Fleet to Red Alert." Adama ordered. 
"Scramble all fighters."
"It's hopeless, Adama!" Baltar roared, then began to laugh some more.
"Frack!" Boomer jumped to his feet as the klaxon sounded through the OC. 
Immediately, weapons again took aim at any warriors who joined him.
"Sit down!" Yuuma roared. 
"I will shoot the first warrior who ncil members.  
They looked as baffled as he felt, except for Tinia who looked miserable.
"Adama, I was sworn to silence by Adar.  
I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?"  Adama smiled, his normally calm reserve cracking.  
"I now have to decide whether to continue this. this. charade, or turn the fleet around."
"Commander, you can't do that," Tinia said.  
Her eyes suspiciously wet with unshed tears.  
"There is still a danger to the Colonies from the Alliance.  
While Adar planned a counterstrike, successfully as it turned out, the Colonies may still 
be subject to a retaliatory attack from the Cylon forces that are chasing the fleet."
"We're a decoy."
"Yes, but Adar also wanted you to find Earth and the Thirteenth Tribe.  
If that Tribe did not suffer the same dark ages the Colonies did, they may be able to assist 
us against the Cylons once and for all."
"If they can." Adama muttered.  
Next to him he heard a thud. 
It was repeated and repeated.  
He looked down to see Baltar slumped over the tabledoes not obey me in five microns. 
Five, four, three, two ... " he raised his weapon, aiming for Boomer.
"The Fleet is under attack!" Boomer yelled, as he slowly lowered himself into his seat 
with his hands raised.
"A likely deception, Yuuma." Shaula suggested. 
"Adama thinks we will give up our hostages if we think our lives are at risk from an 
outside threat."
"You're willing to take that chance?" Apollo asked, slowly lowering himself to his knees 
and cursing the stains that would set in his beige uniform pants. 
What were they thinking? 
"This could be a Cylon attack."
"The Cylon forces are no longer a risk. 
The President himself has said so!" Yuuma returned. "I look through the viewport, and 
what do I see? 
Stars. 
Colonial ships. 
No Cylons." He sneered at the Strike Captain. 
"As Shaula says, it is a deception." He waved his hands in the air. 
"Our lives are a deception!"
"Let the Commander answer your charges. 
Let him explain!" Apollo insisted.
"With lies?" Yuuma asked. 
"Wedoes not obey me in five microns. 
Five, four, three, two ... " he raised his weapon, aiming for Boomer.
"The Fleet is under attack!" Boomer yelled, as he slowly lowered himself into his seat 
with his hands raised.
"A likely deception, Yuuma." Shaula suggested. 
"Adama thinks we will give up our hostages if we think our lives are at risk from an 
outside threat."
"You're willing to take that chance?" Apollo asked, slowly lowering himself to his knees 
and cursing the stains that would set in his beige uniform pants. 
What were they thinking? 
"This could be a Cylon attack."
"The Cylon forces are no longer a risk. 
The President himself has said so!" Yuuma returned. "I look through the viewport, and 
what do I see? 
Stars. 
Colonial ships. 
No Cylons." He sneered at the Strike Captain. 
"As Shaula says, it is a deception." He waved his hands in the air. 
"Our lives are a deception!"
"Let the Commander answer your charges. 
Let him explain!" Apollo insisted.
"With lies?" Yuuma asked. 
"Wedoes not obey me in five microns. 
Five, four, three, two ... " he raised his weapon, aiming for Boomer.
"The Fleet is under attack!" Boomer yelled, as he slowly lowered himself into his seat 
with his hands raised.
"A likely deception, Yuuma." Shaula suggested. 
"Adama thinks we will give up our hostages if we think our lives are at risk from an 
outside threat."
"You're willing to take that chance?" Apollo asked, slowly lowering himself to his knees 
and cursing the stains that would set in his beige uniform pants. 
What were they thinking? 
"This could be a Cylon attack."
"The Cylon forces are no longer a risk. 
The President himself has said so!" Yuuma returned. "I look through the viewport, and 
what do I see? 
Stars. 
Colonial ships. 
No Cylons." He sneered at the Strike Captain. 
"As Shaula says, it is a deception." He waved his hands in the air. 
"Our lives are a deception!"
"Let the Commander answer your charges. 
Let him explain!" Apollo insisted.
"With lies?" Yuuma asked. 
"Wedoes not obey me in five microns. 
Five, four, three, two ... " he raised his weapon, aiming for Boomer.
"The Fleet is under attack!" Boomer yelled, as he slowly lowered himself into his seat 
with his hands raised.
"A likely deception, Yuuma." Shaula suggested. 
"Adama thinks we will give up our hostages if we think our lives are at risk from an 
outside threat."
"You're willing to take that chance?" Apollo asked, slowly lowering himself to his knees 
and cursing the stains that would set in his beige uniform pants. 
What were they thinking? 
"This could be a Cylon attack."
"The Cylon forces are no longer a risk. 
The President himself has said so!" Yuuma returned. "I look through the viewport, and 
what do I see? 
Stars. 
Colonial ships. 
No Cylons." He sneered at the Strike Captain. 
"As Shaula says, it is a deception." He waved his hands in the air. 
"Our lives are a deception!"
"Let the Commander answer your charges. 
Let him explain!" Apollo insisted.
"With lies?" Yuuma asked. 
"Wedoes not obey me in five microns. 
Five, four, three, two ... " he raised his weapon, aiming for Boomer.
"The Fleet is under attack!" Boomer yelled, as he slowly lowered himself into his seat 
with his hands raised.
"A likely deception, Yuuma." Shaula suggested. 
"Adama thinks we will give up our hostages if we think our lives are at risk from an 
outside threat."
"You're willing to take that chance?" Apollo asked, slowly lowering himself to his knees 
and cursing the stains that would set in his beige uniform pants. 
What were they thinking? 
"This could be a Cylon attack."
"The Cylon forces are no longer a risk. 
The President himself has said so!" Yuuma returned. "I look through the viewport, and 
what do I see? 
Stars. 
Colonial ships. 
No Cylons." He sneered at the Strike Captain. 
"As Shaula says, it is a deception." He waved his hands in the air. 
"Our lives are a deception!"
"Let the Commander answer your charges. 
Let him explain!" Apollo insisted.
"With lies?" Yuuma asked. 
"Wedoes not obey me in five microns. 
Five, four, three, two ... " he raised his weapon, aiming for Boomer.
"The Fleet is under attack!" Boomer yelled, as he slowly lowered himself into his seat 
with his hands raised.
"A likely deception, Yuuma." Shaula suggested. 
"Adama thinks we will give up our hostages if we think our lives are at risk from an 
outside threat."
"You're willing to take that chance?" Apollo asked, slowly lowering himself to his knees 
and cursing the stains that would set in his beige uniform pants. 
What were they thinking? 
"This could be a Cylon attack."
"The Cylon forces are no longer a risk. 
The President himself has said so!" Yuuma returned. "I look through the viewport, and 
what do I see? 
Stars. 
Colonial ships. 
No Cylons." He sneered at the Strike Captain. 
"As Shaula says, it is a deception." He waved his hands in the air. 
"Our lives are a deception!"
"Let the Commander answer your charges. 
Let him explain!" Apollo insisted.
"With lies?" Yuuma asked. 
"We, banging his forehead against it.
"What are you doing?" Adama asked.
"I'm trying to render myself insensate," Baltar said, his voice wavering.
"I have something that more effective."
"You do?"  Baltar looked up, and Adama saw the pain in his eyes and the desperation to 
escape it for even a few microns.
"Taurean brandy."
"Oh, Lords, it's been so long since I've had any of the strong stuff."
"Gentleman, Ladies, my comrade and I need to confer privately."  Adama nodded to the 
Council... .
 
Part 40 - Semut 
And now..... "Where's the drinks cart?" asked Sire Uri, looking around, andd getting irate.  
"Someone tell me that!  
Where the Hades Hole is the drinkies cart???" 
"Right here!" called a voice, and they all turned. 
A young man in odd attire was pushing a cart, loaded with various liquors and wines.  
"Get while they're chilled!" 
"Hey, Michael," said Adama. "Good to see you again. "How are things at the ranch?" 
"Just great, Lorne, We're between reel, in syndication, so I came over to're tired of your lies. 
It's time for change!"
"Commander, twenty warriors on rest period answered the klaxon." Omega informed him 
glumly.
"Twenty Vipers? 
Against three Base Ships?" Adama asked, feeling sick.
"Yes, sir."
"Adama ... "
Adama turned, seeing Siress Tinia waiting behind him. 
Her gentle concern was reflected on her attractive features. 
"Siress Tinia, it really isn't a good time ... "
"I believe I have some of the answers that you seek ... " Tinia began.
"Do you happen to have two fully functional battlestars under your Council Robes? 
That would come in much handier right about now." Adama replied testily, then paused 
as she glanced down at her robes quizzically. "No, I don't suppose you do."
"No." She replied quietly. 
"But I think that Baltar may also be interested in what I have to say. 
For you have both been mislead by President Adar to achieve his ends."
"What?" Baltar stopped laughing. 
"Did she just say what I thought she said?"
"He has pretty good reception," Rige're tired of your lies. 
It's time for change!"
"Commander, twenty warriors on rest period answered the klaxon." Omega informed him 
glumly.
"Twenty Vipers? 
Against three Base Ships?" Adama asked, feeling sick.
"Yes, sir."
"Adama ... "
Adama turned, seeing Siress Tinia waiting behind him. 
Her gentle concern was reflected on her attractive features. 
"Siress Tinia, it really isn't a good time ... "
"I believe I have some of the answers that you seek ... " Tinia began.
"Do you happen to have two fully functional battlestars under your Council Robes? 
That would come in much handier right about now." Adama replied testily, then paused 
as she glanced down at her robes quizzically. "No, I don't suppose you do."
"No." She replied quietly. 
"But I think that Baltar may also be interested in what I have to say. 
For you have both been mislead by President Adar to achieve his ends."
"What?" Baltar stopped laughing. 
"Did she just say what I thought she said?"
"He has pretty good reception," Rige're tired of your lies. 
It's time for change!"
"Commander, twenty warriors on rest period answered the klaxon." Omega informed him 
glumly.
"Twenty Vipers? 
Against three Base Ships?" Adama asked, feeling sick.
"Yes, sir."
"Adama ... "
Adama turned, seeing Siress Tinia waiting behind him. 
Her gentle concern was reflected on her attractive features. 
"Siress Tinia, it really isn't a good time ... "
"I believe I have some of the answers that you seek ... " Tinia began.
"Do you happen to have two fully functional battlestars under your Council Robes? 
That would come in much handier right about now." Adama replied testily, then paused 
as she glanced down at her robes quizzically. "No, I don't suppose you do."
"No." She replied quietly. 
"But I think that Baltar may also be interested in what I have to say. 
For you have both been mislead by President Adar to achieve his ends."
"What?" Baltar stopped laughing. 
"Did she just say what I thought she said?"
"He has pretty good reception," Rige're tired of your lies. 
It's time for change!"
"Commander, twenty warriors on rest period answered the klaxon." Omega informed him 
glumly.
"Twenty Vipers? 
Against three Base Ships?" Adama asked, feeling sick.
"Yes, sir."
"Adama ... "
Adama turned, seeing Siress Tinia waiting behind him. 
Her gentle concern was reflected on her attractive features. 
"Siress Tinia, it really isn't a good time ... "
"I believe I have some of the answers that you seek ... " Tinia began.
"Do you happen to have two fully functional battlestars under your Council Robes? 
That would come in much handier right about now." Adama replied testily, then paused 
as she glanced down at her robes quizzically. "No, I don't suppose you do."
"No." She replied quietly. 
"But I think that Baltar may also be interested in what I have to say. 
For you have both been mislead by President Adar to achieve his ends."
"What?" Baltar stopped laughing. 
"Did she just say what I thought she said?"
"He has pretty good reception," Rige're tired of your lies. 
It's time for change!"
"Commander, twenty warriors on rest period answered the klaxon." Omega informed him 
glumly.
"Twenty Vipers? 
Against three Base Ships?" Adama asked, feeling sick.
"Yes, sir."
"Adama ... "
Adama turned, seeing Siress Tinia waiting behind him. 
Her gentle concern was reflected on her attractive features. 
"Siress Tinia, it really isn't a good time ... "
"I believe I have some of the answers that you seek ... " Tinia began.
"Do you happen to have two fully functional battlestars under your Council Robes? 
That would come in much handier right about now." Adama replied testily, then paused 
as she glanced down at her robes quizzically. "No, I don't suppose you do."
"No." She replied quietly. 
"But I think that Baltar may also be interested in what I have to say. 
For you have both been mislead by President Adar to achieve his ends."
"What?" Baltar stopped laughing. 
"Did she just say what I thought she said?"
"He has pretty good reception," Rige're tired of your lies. 
It's time for change!"
"Commander, twenty warriors on rest period answered the klaxon." Omega informed him 
glumly.
"Twenty Vipers? 
Against three Base Ships?" Adama asked, feeling sick.
"Yes, sir."
"Adama ... "
Adama turned, seeing Siress Tinia waiting behind him. 
Her gentle concern was reflected on her attractive features. 
"Siress Tinia, it really isn't a good time ... "
"I believe I have some of the answers that you seek ... " Tinia began.
"Do you happen to have two fully functional battlestars under your Council Robes? 
That would come in much handier right about now." Adama replied testily, then paused 
as she glanced down at her robes quizzically. "No, I don't suppose you do."
"No." She replied quietly. 
"But I think that Baltar may also be interested in what I have to say. 
For you have both been mislead by President Adar to achieve his ends."
"What?" Baltar stopped laughing. 
"Did she just say what I thought she said?"
"He has pretty good reception," Rige see how things 
were with you." 
He picked up a bottle. "Here. Jack Daniels. Just for you." 
"Thank, Mike." "No problem, Lorne." 
"Okay everybody, next scene in five minutes!" 
"Right, Mr. Larson," said someone, and the drinks man was gone.
Part 41 - Carla
"Wait!" 
Everyone's head turned as a slim blonde woman with pointed ears appeared from thin air.
"I'm really Tasha Yar's daughter! She gave birth to me in an alternate time-line and ...  
wait a minute.  
Isn't this the USS Enterprise?"
"No!" the Colonials cried in unison.
"One to beam up!" the woman cried into her own shoulder and apparently disintegrated 
right before their eyes.
"What's that furry thing she left on the floor?"
Part 42 - Kai Lanio
In that very moment as the strange woman was seemingly killed in a most horrible way 
and; by the Look off her Face didn't even mind, the scanner terminals on the main Bridge 
Of the  mighty Battlestar did take lock On a eaven Mightier ship that ziped near by.  
 
Athe huge vessel  seemd tol commented.
"Yes, Baltar." Adama nodded, glancing between Tinia and the screen. 
"I think perhaps we should have you come aboard under a flag of truce."
"Like the last time?" Baltar sneered, but internally he writhed as he wondered if what he 
always suspected was about to be revealed to him ... and Adama. 
It would be worth the possible consequences. 
"Alright. 
But no tricks, Adama. 
 
I'm not stupid, I remember the last time. 
 
Give me your word of honour that I won't be dropped on some God forsaken planet again 
to rot!" 
He paused and then turned quickly, looking back into the vidfeed. 
 
"Or locked up on the Prison Barge." 
He hesitated and then added, "Or tortured." 
Then he frowned, wiping the sweat from his brow, and said quietly, "Or executed ... "
Omega glanced at his Commander.
Adama nodded. "You have my word as a warrior, Baltar." 
That may be all you have left after this, old man.
Part 34 - Senmut
"Lords of Kobol!" muttered Adama, as the signal faded out. "HIM! What in
Hl commented.
"Yes, Baltar." Adama nodded, glancing between Tinia and the screen. 
"I think perhaps we should have you come aboard under a flag of truce."
"Like the last time?" Baltar sneered, but internally he writhed as he wondered if what he 
always suspected was about to be revealed to him ... and Adama. 
It would be worth the possible consequences. 
"Alright. 
But no tricks, Adama. 
 
I'm not stupid, I remember the last time. 
 
Give me your word of honour that I won't be dropped on some God forsaken planet again 
to rot!" 
He paused and then turned quickly, looking back into the vidfeed. 
 
"Or locked up on the Prison Barge." 
He hesitated and then added, "Or tortured." 
Then he frowned, wiping the sweat from his brow, and said quietly, "Or executed ... "
Omega glanced at his Commander.
Adama nodded. "You have my word as a warrior, Baltar." 
That may be all you have left after this, old man.
Part 34 - Senmut
"Lords of Kobol!" muttered Adama, as the signal faded out. "HIM! What in
Hl commented.
"Yes, Baltar." Adama nodded, glancing between Tinia and the screen. 
"I think perhaps we should have you come aboard under a flag of truce."
"Like the last time?" Baltar sneered, but internally he writhed as he wondered if what he 
always suspected was about to be revealed to him ... and Adama. 
It would be worth the possible consequences. 
"Alright. 
But no tricks, Adama. 
 
I'm not stupid, I remember the last time. 
 
Give me your word of honour that I won't be dropped on some God forsaken planet again 
to rot!" 
He paused and then turned quickly, looking back into the vidfeed. 
 
"Or locked up on the Prison Barge." 
He hesitated and then added, "Or tortured." 
Then he frowned, wiping the sweat from his brow, and said quietly, "Or executed ... "
Omega glanced at his Commander.
Adama nodded. "You have my word as a warrior, Baltar." 
That may be all you have left after this, old man.
Part 34 - Senmut
"Lords of Kobol!" muttered Adama, as the signal faded out. "HIM! What in
Hl commented.
"Yes, Baltar." Adama nodded, glancing between Tinia and the screen. 
"I think perhaps we should have you come aboard under a flag of truce."
"Like the last time?" Baltar sneered, but internally he writhed as he wondered if what he 
always suspected was about to be revealed to him ... and Adama. 
It would be worth the possible consequences. 
"Alright. 
But no tricks, Adama. 
 
I'm not stupid, I remember the last time. 
 
Give me your word of honour that I won't be dropped on some God forsaken planet again 
to rot!" 
He paused and then turned quickly, looking back into the vidfeed. 
 
"Or locked up on the Prison Barge." 
He hesitated and then added, "Or tortured." 
Then he frowned, wiping the sweat from his brow, and said quietly, "Or executed ... "
Omega glanced at his Commander.
Adama nodded. "You have my word as a warrior, Baltar." 
That may be all you have left after this, old man.
Part 34 - Senmut
"Lords of Kobol!" muttered Adama, as the signal faded out. "HIM! What in
Hl commented.
"Yes, Baltar." Adama nodded, glancing between Tinia and the screen. 
"I think perhaps we should have you come aboard under a flag of truce."
"Like the last time?" Baltar sneered, but internally he writhed as he wondered if what he 
always suspected was about to be revealed to him ... and Adama. 
It would be worth the possible consequences. 
"Alright. 
But no tricks, Adama. 
 
I'm not stupid, I remember the last time. 
 
Give me your word of honour that I won't be dropped on some God forsaken planet again 
to rot!" 
He paused and then turned quickly, looking back into the vidfeed. 
 
"Or locked up on the Prison Barge." 
He hesitated and then added, "Or tortured." 
Then he frowned, wiping the sweat from his brow, and said quietly, "Or executed ... "
Omega glanced at his Commander.
Adama nodded. "You have my word as a warrior, Baltar." 
That may be all you have left after this, old man.
Part 34 - Senmut
"Lords of Kobol!" muttered Adama, as the signal faded out. "HIM! What in
Hl commented.
"Yes, Baltar." Adama nodded, glancing between Tinia and the screen. 
"I think perhaps we should have you come aboard under a flag of truce."
"Like the last time?" Baltar sneered, but internally he writhed as he wondered if what he 
always suspected was about to be revealed to him ... and Adama. 
It would be worth the possible consequences. 
"Alright. 
But no tricks, Adama. 
 
I'm not stupid, I remember the last time. 
 
Give me your word of honour that I won't be dropped on some God forsaken planet again 
to rot!" 
He paused and then turned quickly, looking back into the vidfeed. 
 
"Or locked up on the Prison Barge." 
He hesitated and then added, "Or tortured." 
Then he frowned, wiping the sweat from his brow, and said quietly, "Or executed ... "
Omega glanced at his Commander.
Adama nodded. "You have my word as a warrior, Baltar." 
That may be all you have left after this, old man.
Part 34 - Senmut
"Lords of Kobol!" muttered Adama, as the signal faded out. "HIM! What in
H be Painted red and traveld at nearly lightspeed,.. and on a 87° 
Trajectory; so  not without imense investment on sublight fuel to be followed.  
 
The  Officer On duty was about to  raise his Commander despite all the problems he 
knew he was dealing with (the Bridge DID have a  IFB channel On one of the Survialcne 
monitors on nighshift)  
 
But then  One of the unused systems activated  
One of the  crossreferencing channel not used since the Pegasuss encounter! and a male 
voice  boomed through the bridge: 
If you're in trouble he will save the day  
He's brave and he's fearless come what may  
Without him the mission would go astray  
He's Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer
Without him life would be much grimmer  
He's handsome, trim, and no-one slimmer  
He will never need a zimmer     
He's Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer 
More reliable than a garden trimmer  
He's never been mistaken for Yul Brynner  
He's not bald, and his head doesn't glimmer 
Master of the wit and the repartee  
Hisades Hole do we do now?"
"Who are we gonna call?" said Omega.
"Who ya gonna call?" said Rigel, standing up. "Who ya gonna call?
Bal - Busters!"
"Oh God! 
murmured Tigh.
Part 35 - Eugenia
In the Officers' Club, the standoff continued.
"For Sagan's Sake," Starbuck pleaded, now feeling a bit ridiculous without his uniform. 
"Let us go defend the fleet. 
There are other forces out there that could attack the fleet besides the Cylons."
"Such as?"
"The Eastern Alliance," Boomer said.
"The Ship of Lights," Tigh said, standing next to Boomer.
"I thought they were for us," Apollo said.
"Not all of them. 
What did Count Iblis do your brain?" Frowning, Sheba asked Apollo.
"There's also.um." Athena paused as she racked her memories. 
Starbuck watched her, entranced by both sets of her racks. ".um.."
"Yes? 
We're waiting," Shaula snapped, noting even Yuuma was getting distracted as Athena 
absent - mindedly tapped her temple causing those portions of her anatomy to jiggle in 
ways that men found fascades Hole do we do now?"
"Who are we gonna call?" said Omega.
"Who ya gonna call?" said Rigel, standing up. "Who ya gonna call?
Bal - Busters!"
"Oh God! 
murmured Tigh.
Part 35 - Eugenia
In the Officers' Club, the standoff continued.
"For Sagan's Sake," Starbuck pleaded, now feeling a bit ridiculous without his uniform. 
"Let us go defend the fleet. 
There are other forces out there that could attack the fleet besides the Cylons."
"Such as?"
"The Eastern Alliance," Boomer said.
"The Ship of Lights," Tigh said, standing next to Boomer.
"I thought they were for us," Apollo said.
"Not all of them. 
What did Count Iblis do your brain?" Frowning, Sheba asked Apollo.
"There's also.um." Athena paused as she racked her memories. 
Starbuck watched her, entranced by both sets of her racks. ".um.."
"Yes? 
We're waiting," Shaula snapped, noting even Yuuma was getting distracted as Athena 
absent - mindedly tapped her temple causing those portions of her anatomy to jiggle in 
ways that men found fascades Hole do we do now?"
"Who are we gonna call?" said Omega.
"Who ya gonna call?" said Rigel, standing up. "Who ya gonna call?
Bal - Busters!"
"Oh God! 
murmured Tigh.
Part 35 - Eugenia
In the Officers' Club, the standoff continued.
"For Sagan's Sake," Starbuck pleaded, now feeling a bit ridiculous without his uniform. 
"Let us go defend the fleet. 
There are other forces out there that could attack the fleet besides the Cylons."
"Such as?"
"The Eastern Alliance," Boomer said.
"The Ship of Lights," Tigh said, standing next to Boomer.
"I thought they were for us," Apollo said.
"Not all of them. 
What did Count Iblis do your brain?" Frowning, Sheba asked Apollo.
"There's also.um." Athena paused as she racked her memories. 
Starbuck watched her, entranced by both sets of her racks. ".um.."
"Yes? 
We're waiting," Shaula snapped, noting even Yuuma was getting distracted as Athena 
absent - mindedly tapped her temple causing those portions of her anatomy to jiggle in 
ways that men found fascades Hole do we do now?"
"Who are we gonna call?" said Omega.
"Who ya gonna call?" said Rigel, standing up. "Who ya gonna call?
Bal - Busters!"
"Oh God! 
murmured Tigh.
Part 35 - Eugenia
In the Officers' Club, the standoff continued.
"For Sagan's Sake," Starbuck pleaded, now feeling a bit ridiculous without his uniform. 
"Let us go defend the fleet. 
There are other forces out there that could attack the fleet besides the Cylons."
"Such as?"
"The Eastern Alliance," Boomer said.
"The Ship of Lights," Tigh said, standing next to Boomer.
"I thought they were for us," Apollo said.
"Not all of them. 
What did Count Iblis do your brain?" Frowning, Sheba asked Apollo.
"There's also.um." Athena paused as she racked her memories. 
Starbuck watched her, entranced by both sets of her racks. ".um.."
"Yes? 
We're waiting," Shaula snapped, noting even Yuuma was getting distracted as Athena 
absent - mindedly tapped her temple causing those portions of her anatomy to jiggle in 
ways that men found fascades Hole do we do now?"
"Who are we gonna call?" said Omega.
"Who ya gonna call?" said Rigel, standing up. "Who ya gonna call?
Bal - Busters!"
"Oh God! 
murmured Tigh.
Part 35 - Eugenia
In the Officers' Club, the standoff continued.
"For Sagan's Sake," Starbuck pleaded, now feeling a bit ridiculous without his uniform. 
"Let us go defend the fleet. 
There are other forces out there that could attack the fleet besides the Cylons."
"Such as?"
"The Eastern Alliance," Boomer said.
"The Ship of Lights," Tigh said, standing next to Boomer.
"I thought they were for us," Apollo said.
"Not all of them. 
What did Count Iblis do your brain?" Frowning, Sheba asked Apollo.
"There's also.um." Athena paused as she racked her memories. 
Starbuck watched her, entranced by both sets of her racks. ".um.."
"Yes? 
We're waiting," Shaula snapped, noting even Yuuma was getting distracted as Athena 
absent - mindedly tapped her temple causing those portions of her anatomy to jiggle in 
ways that men found fascades Hole do we do now?"
"Who are we gonna call?" said Omega.
"Who ya gonna call?" said Rigel, standing up. "Who ya gonna call?
Bal - Busters!"
"Oh God! 
murmured Tigh.
Part 35 - Eugenia
In the Officers' Club, the standoff continued.
"For Sagan's Sake," Starbuck pleaded, now feeling a bit ridiculous without his uniform. 
"Let us go defend the fleet. 
There are other forces out there that could attack the fleet besides the Cylons."
"Such as?"
"The Eastern Alliance," Boomer said.
"The Ship of Lights," Tigh said, standing next to Boomer.
"I thought they were for us," Apollo said.
"Not all of them. 
What did Count Iblis do your brain?" Frowning, Sheba asked Apollo.
"There's also.um." Athena paused as she racked her memories. 
Starbuck watched her, entranced by both sets of her racks. ".um.."
"Yes? 
We're waiting," Shaula snapped, noting even Yuuma was getting distracted as Athena 
absent - mindedly tapped her temple causing those portions of her anatomy to jiggle in 
ways that men found fasc command of space directives is uncanny  
How come he's such a genius? Don't ask me!  
Ask Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer
He's also a fantastic swimmer  
And if  you play your cards right  
Then he just might come round for dinner  
He's Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer
No rhymes l eft now apart from quimmer  
He'd better fade us out before we get to schlimmer  
Fade out you stupid plimmer" 
The whole Nightshift Crew sat With open moutths,..as the Song ended, and  without 
eaven One Word decided to NEVER mention this enocunter Ever! 
Part 43 - Carla
Suddenly, the computer began speaking in a very soothing voice, "My name is Holly.  
Open the pod bay doors, Adama!" 
Part 44 - Kai Lanio
While the giantd bulk of the "Red Dwarf" was already About to exit the sensor range of 
the fleet  
the Young night shift commander got his senses together And answered 
"Um,... the Commander is not avaialible At the moment, it would be nice If you Call 
again if you come Again In our reach"
Knowing how much eneinating.
"Lucifer, listen up, and get this straight," Baltar ordered to the raider's scanner that now 
showed Lucifer. 
His jaw felt sore from the fit of laughter that had seized him as if by some unknown force 
beyond his control. 
For a brief moment, he wondered about his sanity. 
All he had wanted was the opportunity to use his precious supply of hot fudge sauce and 
if he could annoy Adama in the process, so all the more satisfying. 
Now Adama was up to something, inviting him over under a sign of truce, not sending 
out Vipers when his fleet of raiders was almost on the fleet.
"You know I always listen," Lucifer inclined his head slightly.
"Yes, you do, but the concept of understanding what I say seems to elude you.often."
"I am merely doing my best to serve you. 
Perhaps you have not made yourself clear to me." 
Although Lucifer's tone was humble, Baltar scowled suspecting mockery on the IL's part.
"If I made myself any clearer, I would be invisible."
"That would be quite an achievement inating.
"Lucifer, listen up, and get this straight," Baltar ordered to the raider's scanner that now 
showed Lucifer. 
His jaw felt sore from the fit of laughter that had seized him as if by some unknown force 
beyond his control. 
For a brief moment, he wondered about his sanity. 
All he had wanted was the opportunity to use his precious supply of hot fudge sauce and 
if he could annoy Adama in the process, so all the more satisfying. 
Now Adama was up to something, inviting him over under a sign of truce, not sending 
out Vipers when his fleet of raiders was almost on the fleet.
"You know I always listen," Lucifer inclined his head slightly.
"Yes, you do, but the concept of understanding what I say seems to elude you.often."
"I am merely doing my best to serve you. 
Perhaps you have not made yourself clear to me." 
Although Lucifer's tone was humble, Baltar scowled suspecting mockery on the IL's part.
"If I made myself any clearer, I would be invisible."
"That would be quite an achievement inating.
"Lucifer, listen up, and get this straight," Baltar ordered to the raider's scanner that now 
showed Lucifer. 
His jaw felt sore from the fit of laughter that had seized him as if by some unknown force 
beyond his control. 
For a brief moment, he wondered about his sanity. 
All he had wanted was the opportunity to use his precious supply of hot fudge sauce and 
if he could annoy Adama in the process, so all the more satisfying. 
Now Adama was up to something, inviting him over under a sign of truce, not sending 
out Vipers when his fleet of raiders was almost on the fleet.
"You know I always listen," Lucifer inclined his head slightly.
"Yes, you do, but the concept of understanding what I say seems to elude you.often."
"I am merely doing my best to serve you. 
Perhaps you have not made yourself clear to me." 
Although Lucifer's tone was humble, Baltar scowled suspecting mockery on the IL's part.
"If I made myself any clearer, I would be invisible."
"That would be quite an achievement inating.
"Lucifer, listen up, and get this straight," Baltar ordered to the raider's scanner that now 
showed Lucifer. 
His jaw felt sore from the fit of laughter that had seized him as if by some unknown force 
beyond his control. 
For a brief moment, he wondered about his sanity. 
All he had wanted was the opportunity to use his precious supply of hot fudge sauce and 
if he could annoy Adama in the process, so all the more satisfying. 
Now Adama was up to something, inviting him over under a sign of truce, not sending 
out Vipers when his fleet of raiders was almost on the fleet.
"You know I always listen," Lucifer inclined his head slightly.
"Yes, you do, but the concept of understanding what I say seems to elude you.often."
"I am merely doing my best to serve you. 
Perhaps you have not made yourself clear to me." 
Although Lucifer's tone was humble, Baltar scowled suspecting mockery on the IL's part.
"If I made myself any clearer, I would be invisible."
"That would be quite an achievement inating.
"Lucifer, listen up, and get this straight," Baltar ordered to the raider's scanner that now 
showed Lucifer. 
His jaw felt sore from the fit of laughter that had seized him as if by some unknown force 
beyond his control. 
For a brief moment, he wondered about his sanity. 
All he had wanted was the opportunity to use his precious supply of hot fudge sauce and 
if he could annoy Adama in the process, so all the more satisfying. 
Now Adama was up to something, inviting him over under a sign of truce, not sending 
out Vipers when his fleet of raiders was almost on the fleet.
"You know I always listen," Lucifer inclined his head slightly.
"Yes, you do, but the concept of understanding what I say seems to elude you.often."
"I am merely doing my best to serve you. 
Perhaps you have not made yourself clear to me." 
Although Lucifer's tone was humble, Baltar scowled suspecting mockery on the IL's part.
"If I made myself any clearer, I would be invisible."
"That would be quite an achievement inating.
"Lucifer, listen up, and get this straight," Baltar ordered to the raider's scanner that now 
showed Lucifer. 
His jaw felt sore from the fit of laughter that had seized him as if by some unknown force 
beyond his control. 
For a brief moment, he wondered about his sanity. 
All he had wanted was the opportunity to use his precious supply of hot fudge sauce and 
if he could annoy Adama in the process, so all the more satisfying. 
Now Adama was up to something, inviting him over under a sign of truce, not sending 
out Vipers when his fleet of raiders was almost on the fleet.
"You know I always listen," Lucifer inclined his head slightly.
"Yes, you do, but the concept of understanding what I say seems to elude you.often."
"I am merely doing my best to serve you. 
Perhaps you have not made yourself clear to me." 
Although Lucifer's tone was humble, Baltar scowled suspecting mockery on the IL's part.
"If I made myself any clearer, I would be invisible."
"That would be quite an achievement rgy was needed to slow down and return; he was quite shure 
never in his life to see that Monstrous ship ever again.
 

Part 45 - Eugenia
PREVIOUSLY ON: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER
Suddenly, the computer began speaking in a very soothing voice, "My name is Holly. 
Open the pod bay doors, Adama!" 
AND NOW: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER 
"Frak, Adama, WHAT is in this stuff?" Baltar held the glass of Taurean brandy and 
stared at it.  
"I shouldn't be hallucinating this fast...and if I am, I want it with hot fudge sauce and 
women..." 
"Perhaps we traveled through one of those space-time anomaly things?" Tinia asked a bit 
baffled and still looking at the furry thing on the floor left from before. A curious purring 
came from it, but Tinia couldn't tell how it was making the noise. She picked it up and 
absent-mindedly stroked it, the purring calming her. 
"If it's a space-time anomaly, I wish it would get us back home," Adama muttered.
"I can't go back home," Baltar said, downing another swallowon - "
"Shut up!" Baltar snapped. 
No doubt Lucifer would like for him to be invisible and non - existent. 
"Adama has invited me over for a private discussion. 
Why, I don't know." 
Baltar thought back to centons earlier when the distinguished woman had said something 
about President Adar had misled them both. 
He could understand Adar misleading him. 
After all it was fairly expected in bureautician circles, but Adar misleading Adama? 
It had seemed to him while on the Council, that Adar and Adama got along famously, had 
known each other for some time, had partaken in long discussions about history and the 
Book of the Word and.Earth?
Even back then, Adama had been interested in finding Earth, and so had Adar. 
What if - ?
"Baltar, I am awaiting your orders." 
Lucifer's words broke into his thoughts.
"Of course," Baltar said, returning to the present matter. 
"I am accepting Adama's offer to meet. 
I will not, however, leave myself at his mercy this time. 
My raider will rendezvous withon - "
"Shut up!" Baltar snapped. 
No doubt Lucifer would like for him to be invisible and non - existent. 
"Adama has invited me over for a private discussion. 
Why, I don't know." 
Baltar thought back to centons earlier when the distinguished woman had said something 
about President Adar had misled them both. 
He could understand Adar misleading him. 
After all it was fairly expected in bureautician circles, but Adar misleading Adama? 
It had seemed to him while on the Council, that Adar and Adama got along famously, had 
known each other for some time, had partaken in long discussions about history and the 
Book of the Word and.Earth?
Even back then, Adama had been interested in finding Earth, and so had Adar. 
What if - ?
"Baltar, I am awaiting your orders." 
Lucifer's words broke into his thoughts.
"Of course," Baltar said, returning to the present matter. 
"I am accepting Adama's offer to meet. 
I will not, however, leave myself at his mercy this time. 
My raider will rendezvous withon - "
"Shut up!" Baltar snapped. 
No doubt Lucifer would like for him to be invisible and non - existent. 
"Adama has invited me over for a private discussion. 
Why, I don't know." 
Baltar thought back to centons earlier when the distinguished woman had said something 
about President Adar had misled them both. 
He could understand Adar misleading him. 
After all it was fairly expected in bureautician circles, but Adar misleading Adama? 
It had seemed to him while on the Council, that Adar and Adama got along famously, had 
known each other for some time, had partaken in long discussions about history and the 
Book of the Word and.Earth?
Even back then, Adama had been interested in finding Earth, and so had Adar. 
What if - ?
"Baltar, I am awaiting your orders." 
Lucifer's words broke into his thoughts.
"Of course," Baltar said, returning to the present matter. 
"I am accepting Adama's offer to meet. 
I will not, however, leave myself at his mercy this time. 
My raider will rendezvous withon - "
"Shut up!" Baltar snapped. 
No doubt Lucifer would like for him to be invisible and non - existent. 
"Adama has invited me over for a private discussion. 
Why, I don't know." 
Baltar thought back to centons earlier when the distinguished woman had said something 
about President Adar had misled them both. 
He could understand Adar misleading him. 
After all it was fairly expected in bureautician circles, but Adar misleading Adama? 
It had seemed to him while on the Council, that Adar and Adama got along famously, had 
known each other for some time, had partaken in long discussions about history and the 
Book of the Word and.Earth?
Even back then, Adama had been interested in finding Earth, and so had Adar. 
What if - ?
"Baltar, I am awaiting your orders." 
Lucifer's words broke into his thoughts.
"Of course," Baltar said, returning to the present matter. 
"I am accepting Adama's offer to meet. 
I will not, however, leave myself at his mercy this time. 
My raider will rendezvous withon - "
"Shut up!" Baltar snapped. 
No doubt Lucifer would like for him to be invisible and non - existent. 
"Adama has invited me over for a private discussion. 
Why, I don't know." 
Baltar thought back to centons earlier when the distinguished woman had said something 
about President Adar had misled them both. 
He could understand Adar misleading him. 
After all it was fairly expected in bureautician circles, but Adar misleading Adama? 
It had seemed to him while on the Council, that Adar and Adama got along famously, had 
known each other for some time, had partaken in long discussions about history and the 
Book of the Word and.Earth?
Even back then, Adama had been interested in finding Earth, and so had Adar. 
What if - ?
"Baltar, I am awaiting your orders." 
Lucifer's words broke into his thoughts.
"Of course," Baltar said, returning to the present matter. 
"I am accepting Adama's offer to meet. 
I will not, however, leave myself at his mercy this time. 
My raider will rendezvous withon - "
"Shut up!" Baltar snapped. 
No doubt Lucifer would like for him to be invisible and non - existent. 
"Adama has invited me over for a private discussion. 
Why, I don't know." 
Baltar thought back to centons earlier when the distinguished woman had said something 
about President Adar had misled them both. 
He could understand Adar misleading him. 
After all it was fairly expected in bureautician circles, but Adar misleading Adama? 
It had seemed to him while on the Council, that Adar and Adama got along famously, had 
known each other for some time, had partaken in long discussions about history and the 
Book of the Word and.Earth?
Even back then, Adama had been interested in finding Earth, and so had Adar. 
What if - ?
"Baltar, I am awaiting your orders." 
Lucifer's words broke into his thoughts.
"Of course," Baltar said, returning to the present matter. 
"I am accepting Adama's offer to meet. 
I will not, however, leave myself at his mercy this time. 
My raider will rendezvous with the _Galactica_. 
Perhaps I can find something of advantage to the Cylon Empire." 
To himself he added, _And use that hot fudge sauce._
"What possible advantage could you find that we do not already have against the human 
fleet?" 
Lucifer asked. 
"The readouts indicate that the Galactica has not launched any fighters against us. 
Clearly they are at a disadvantage."
"So you think." 
Baltar smiled. 
"It has come to my attention that Adama may have reserves that could annihilate our 
Baseships. 
Would you like to take that chance?" 
Baltar waited for the IL to answer. 
It was more of a bluff on his part he knew, yet was it a bluff if such a possibility existed? 
And what had the Siress meant that Adar had misled him?
"Yes.I concur that it may be for the greater good of the Empire to verify such 
information," Lucifer said, hesitantly.
"Good. 
Now, listen." 
Baltar grinned, relieved that something was going his way. 
"Have the remaining attack fleet hold positions. Should I not establish s. "Why not?" 
"Don't be an idiot, Adama.  
Now that I know Adar's little scheme, he set me up." 
"But I've just told you the truth," Tinia said, still petting the furry thing. 
"In more ways than one," Baltar chugged the last of the Taurean brandy in his glass and 
refilled it.  
"I'm doomed. I'll be blamed for the losses during the Armistice anyway..."  
His voice trailed off, and he looked so miserable that Tinia went over to him. 
She rested a hand on his shoulder. "I know what happened. I could tell Adar - "
SKREECH! 
The furry thing she held suddenly erupted into frightful, high-pitched screams.  
Baltar stumbled back, looking at the thing in horror.  
He pointed. "I know that thing!" 
"You do?" Tinia asked, as the furry thing resumed purring. 
"It's EVIL! Get rid of it!" "How can it be evil?" Adama scowled at Baltar. 
"Trust me; I know." Baltar shivered.  
"I think you've been drinking too much." 
"No," Baltar said, shaking his head, "I haven't drank enough." Something else was 
naggin the _Galactica_. 
Perhaps I can find something of advantage to the Cylon Empire." 
To himself he added, _And use that hot fudge sauce._
"What possible advantage could you find that we do not already have against the human 
fleet?" 
Lucifer asked. 
"The readouts indicate that the Galactica has not launched any fighters against us. 
Clearly they are at a disadvantage."
"So you think." 
Baltar smiled. 
"It has come to my attention that Adama may have reserves that could annihilate our 
Baseships. 
Would you like to take that chance?" 
Baltar waited for the IL to answer. 
It was more of a bluff on his part he knew, yet was it a bluff if such a possibility existed? 
And what had the Siress meant that Adar had misled him?
"Yes.I concur that it may be for the greater good of the Empire to verify such 
information," Lucifer said, hesitantly.
"Good. 
Now, listen." 
Baltar grinned, relieved that something was going his way. 
"Have the remaining attack fleet hold positions. Should I not establish s the _Galactica_. 
Perhaps I can find something of advantage to the Cylon Empire." 
To himself he added, _And use that hot fudge sauce._
"What possible advantage could you find that we do not already have against the human 
fleet?" 
Lucifer asked. 
"The readouts indicate that the Galactica has not launched any fighters against us. 
Clearly they are at a disadvantage."
"So you think." 
Baltar smiled. 
"It has come to my attention that Adama may have reserves that could annihilate our 
Baseships. 
Would you like to take that chance?" 
Baltar waited for the IL to answer. 
It was more of a bluff on his part he knew, yet was it a bluff if such a possibility existed? 
And what had the Siress meant that Adar had misled him?
"Yes.I concur that it may be for the greater good of the Empire to verify such 
information," Lucifer said, hesitantly.
"Good. 
Now, listen." 
Baltar grinned, relieved that something was going his way. 
"Have the remaining attack fleet hold positions. Should I not establish s the _Galactica_. 
Perhaps I can find something of advantage to the Cylon Empire." 
To himself he added, _And use that hot fudge sauce._
"What possible advantage could you find that we do not already have against the human 
fleet?" 
Lucifer asked. 
"The readouts indicate that the Galactica has not launched any fighters against us. 
Clearly they are at a disadvantage."
"So you think." 
Baltar smiled. 
"It has come to my attention that Adama may have reserves that could annihilate our 
Baseships. 
Would you like to take that chance?" 
Baltar waited for the IL to answer. 
It was more of a bluff on his part he knew, yet was it a bluff if such a possibility existed? 
And what had the Siress meant that Adar had misled him?
"Yes.I concur that it may be for the greater good of the Empire to verify such 
information," Lucifer said, hesitantly.
"Good. 
Now, listen." 
Baltar grinned, relieved that something was going his way. 
"Have the remaining attack fleet hold positions. Should I not establish s the _Galactica_. 
Perhaps I can find something of advantage to the Cylon Empire." 
To himself he added, _And use that hot fudge sauce._
"What possible advantage could you find that we do not already have against the human 
fleet?" 
Lucifer asked. 
"The readouts indicate that the Galactica has not launched any fighters against us. 
Clearly they are at a disadvantage."
"So you think." 
Baltar smiled. 
"It has come to my attention that Adama may have reserves that could annihilate our 
Baseships. 
Would you like to take that chance?" 
Baltar waited for the IL to answer. 
It was more of a bluff on his part he knew, yet was it a bluff if such a possibility existed? 
And what had the Siress meant that Adar had misled him?
"Yes.I concur that it may be for the greater good of the Empire to verify such 
information," Lucifer said, hesitantly.
"Good. 
Now, listen." 
Baltar grinned, relieved that something was going his way. 
"Have the remaining attack fleet hold positions. Should I not establish s the _Galactica_. 
Perhaps I can find something of advantage to the Cylon Empire." 
To himself he added, _And use that hot fudge sauce._
"What possible advantage could you find that we do not already have against the human 
fleet?" 
Lucifer asked. 
"The readouts indicate that the Galactica has not launched any fighters against us. 
Clearly they are at a disadvantage."
"So you think." 
Baltar smiled. 
"It has come to my attention that Adama may have reserves that could annihilate our 
Baseships. 
Would you like to take that chance?" 
Baltar waited for the IL to answer. 
It was more of a bluff on his part he knew, yet was it a bluff if such a possibility existed? 
And what had the Siress meant that Adar had misled him?
"Yes.I concur that it may be for the greater good of the Empire to verify such 
information," Lucifer said, hesitantly.
"Good. 
Now, listen." 
Baltar grinned, relieved that something was going his way. 
"Have the remaining attack fleet hold positions. Should I not establish some kind of 
communication with you in one centar, proceed with the attack as planned."
"But that would mean you would be on the fleet."
"All the better for Adama to keep his word of honour," Baltar said. 
If he was going to die then he would arrange it so that Adama would meet the same fate.
Part 36 - Lisa Zaza
Apollo blew out a deep breath, as every male insurgent in the room seemed to focus 
intently on his little sister's bosom as they held tightly to their waving weapons. 
He took a quick glance at Sheba's plunging neckline, wishing he could be burying his 
head there instead of dealing with rebels and consecutive attacks, before getting back to 
the matter at hand. 
The klaxon was still blaring, and most of the pilots were unavailable to answer the call to 
duty. 
"Look, Yuuma, we don't seem to be getting anywhere here. 
What exactly do you want? 
The IFB has televised your evidence. 
Now what? 
The Fleet is at risk. 
We don't sound a red alert as a bluff. 
It isn't done."
"Why shoulg at him.  
Something he needed to do, but in all the recent weirdness, he couldn't remember what it 
was. . . 
Part 46 - Carla 
PREVIOUSLY ON:  A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER 
 
"Frak, Adama, WHAT is in this stuff?" 
SKREECH! 
The furry thing she held suddenly erupted into frightful, high-pitched screams. 
Baltar stumbled back, looking at the thing in horror. 
He pointed.  "I know that thing!"
"You do?" Tinia asked, as the furry thing resumed purring. 
"It's EVIL!  Get rid of it!" 
"How can it be evil?" Adama scowled at Baltar.
"Trust me; I know."  Baltar shivered.
"I think you've been drinking too much."
"No," Baltar said, shaking his head, "I haven't drank enough."
Something else was nagging at him.  Something he needed to do, but in all the recent 
weirdness, he couldn't remember what it 
was. . . 
AND NOW: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER
The furry thing suddenly began to expand and out stepped Count Iblis.
"I am Baron Silbi!" he cried. 
"No you are not," said Adama, "you are obviously Couome kind of 
communication with you in one centar, proceed with the attack as planned."
"But that would mean you would be on the fleet."
"All the better for Adama to keep his word of honour," Baltar said. 
If he was going to die then he would arrange it so that Adama would meet the same fate.
Part 36 - Lisa Zaza
Apollo blew out a deep breath, as every male insurgent in the room seemed to focus 
intently on his little sister's bosom as they held tightly to their waving weapons. 
He took a quick glance at Sheba's plunging neckline, wishing he could be burying his 
head there instead of dealing with rebels and consecutive attacks, before getting back to 
the matter at hand. 
The klaxon was still blaring, and most of the pilots were unavailable to answer the call to 
duty. 
"Look, Yuuma, we don't seem to be getting anywhere here. 
What exactly do you want? 
The IFB has televised your evidence. 
Now what? 
The Fleet is at risk. 
We don't sound a red alert as a bluff. 
It isn't done."
"Why shoulome kind of 
communication with you in one centar, proceed with the attack as planned."
"But that would mean you would be on the fleet."
"All the better for Adama to keep his word of honour," Baltar said. 
If he was going to die then he would arrange it so that Adama would meet the same fate.
Part 36 - Lisa Zaza
Apollo blew out a deep breath, as every male insurgent in the room seemed to focus 
intently on his little sister's bosom as they held tightly to their waving weapons. 
He took a quick glance at Sheba's plunging neckline, wishing he could be burying his 
head there instead of dealing with rebels and consecutive attacks, before getting back to 
the matter at hand. 
The klaxon was still blaring, and most of the pilots were unavailable to answer the call to 
duty. 
"Look, Yuuma, we don't seem to be getting anywhere here. 
What exactly do you want? 
The IFB has televised your evidence. 
Now what? 
The Fleet is at risk. 
We don't sound a red alert as a bluff. 
It isn't done."
"Why shoulome kind of 
communication with you in one centar, proceed with the attack as planned."
"But that would mean you would be on the fleet."
"All the better for Adama to keep his word of honour," Baltar said. 
If he was going to die then he would arrange it so that Adama would meet the same fate.
Part 36 - Lisa Zaza
Apollo blew out a deep breath, as every male insurgent in the room seemed to focus 
intently on his little sister's bosom as they held tightly to their waving weapons. 
He took a quick glance at Sheba's plunging neckline, wishing he could be burying his 
head there instead of dealing with rebels and consecutive attacks, before getting back to 
the matter at hand. 
The klaxon was still blaring, and most of the pilots were unavailable to answer the call to 
duty. 
"Look, Yuuma, we don't seem to be getting anywhere here. 
What exactly do you want? 
The IFB has televised your evidence. 
Now what? 
The Fleet is at risk. 
We don't sound a red alert as a bluff. 
It isn't done."
"Why shoulome kind of 
communication with you in one centar, proceed with the attack as planned."
"But that would mean you would be on the fleet."
"All the better for Adama to keep his word of honour," Baltar said. 
If he was going to die then he would arrange it so that Adama would meet the same fate.
Part 36 - Lisa Zaza
Apollo blew out a deep breath, as every male insurgent in the room seemed to focus 
intently on his little sister's bosom as they held tightly to their waving weapons. 
He took a quick glance at Sheba's plunging neckline, wishing he could be burying his 
head there instead of dealing with rebels and consecutive attacks, before getting back to 
the matter at hand. 
The klaxon was still blaring, and most of the pilots were unavailable to answer the call to 
duty. 
"Look, Yuuma, we don't seem to be getting anywhere here. 
What exactly do you want? 
The IFB has televised your evidence. 
Now what? 
The Fleet is at risk. 
We don't sound a red alert as a bluff. 
It isn't done."
"Why shoulome kind of 
communication with you in one centar, proceed with the attack as planned."
"But that would mean you would be on the fleet."
"All the better for Adama to keep his word of honour," Baltar said. 
If he was going to die then he would arrange it so that Adama would meet the same fate.
Part 36 - Lisa Zaza
Apollo blew out a deep breath, as every male insurgent in the room seemed to focus 
intently on his little sister's bosom as they held tightly to their waving weapons. 
He took a quick glance at Sheba's plunging neckline, wishing he could be burying his 
head there instead of dealing with rebels and consecutive attacks, before getting back to 
the matter at hand. 
The klaxon was still blaring, and most of the pilots were unavailable to answer the call to 
duty. 
"Look, Yuuma, we don't seem to be getting anywhere here. 
What exactly do you want? 
The IFB has televised your evidence. 
Now what? 
The Fleet is at risk. 
We don't sound a red alert as a bluff. 
It isn't done."
"Why should I believe that?" Yumma replied with a sneer, pulling his gaze from the sexy 
dark - haired Lieutenant with effort.
"It's in the regulation manual." Apollo replied, pulling his copy from his back pocket.
"You know, if you didn't carry that around with you all the time, your pants would fit 
better." Starbuck mentioned, recalling how Apollo had once mentioned that the uniform 
pants never fit him quite right, and in fact, bagged at his astrum. 
(Or maybe that was Richard Hatch in the narrated version of Saga.) 
Starbuck had never verified this startling news, feeling queer about actually taking a look, 
but he was willing to bet Apollo had checked out - one way or the other - how the rest of 
the squadron's pants fit. 
Most likely by asking Sheba. 
He hoped.
"I like the way yours fit." Shaula mentioned to him, looking sidelong at Yuuma's 
reaction. 
He bristled angrily.
"Thanks." Starbuck smiled at the female insurgent, who on closer inspection was kind of 
cute. 
In a rebellious sort of way.nt Iblis."
"Am not!"
"Are too!" 
Part 47 - Senmut
PREVIOUSLY ON: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER
"No," Baltar said, shaking his head, "I haven't drank enough." 
Something else was nagging at him. Something he needed to do, but in all the recent 
weirdness, he couldn't remember what it was. . .
AND NOW: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER 
"Baltar, HOW do you know it's evil?" asked Tinia. "Tell us!"
"I just know, is all! I feel it, right down to my ver Kor!"
"Ah."
Part 48 - Robert Hanczyk
"Okay. You got me, Commander. My name is actually Mudd, Harry Mudd."  
He twisted the one end of his long mustache.
Part 49 - Lisa Zaza
Abruptly he noticed the other half was missing . . .
Part 50 Carla
"I hear there was supposed to be a Pyramid Night to Remember tonight," he said. 
"Not now," said Baltar, "there's something I was trying to remember." 
"EEEEK!" screamed Tinia, "It's that Eastern Alliance man, Leiter!"
"We will make you talk!" screamed Leiter as he lunged for Tinia's necklace.
He was vapourized by a d I believe that?" Yumma replied with a sneer, pulling his gaze from the sexy 
dark - haired Lieutenant with effort.
"It's in the regulation manual." Apollo replied, pulling his copy from his back pocket.
"You know, if you didn't carry that around with you all the time, your pants would fit 
better." Starbuck mentioned, recalling how Apollo had once mentioned that the uniform 
pants never fit him quite right, and in fact, bagged at his astrum. 
(Or maybe that was Richard Hatch in the narrated version of Saga.) 
Starbuck had never verified this startling news, feeling queer about actually taking a look, 
but he was willing to bet Apollo had checked out - one way or the other - how the rest of 
the squadron's pants fit. 
Most likely by asking Sheba. 
He hoped.
"I like the way yours fit." Shaula mentioned to him, looking sidelong at Yuuma's 
reaction. 
He bristled angrily.
"Thanks." Starbuck smiled at the female insurgent, who on closer inspection was kind of 
cute. 
In a rebellious sort of way.d I believe that?" Yumma replied with a sneer, pulling his gaze from the sexy 
dark - haired Lieutenant with effort.
"It's in the regulation manual." Apollo replied, pulling his copy from his back pocket.
"You know, if you didn't carry that around with you all the time, your pants would fit 
better." Starbuck mentioned, recalling how Apollo had once mentioned that the uniform 
pants never fit him quite right, and in fact, bagged at his astrum. 
(Or maybe that was Richard Hatch in the narrated version of Saga.) 
Starbuck had never verified this startling news, feeling queer about actually taking a look, 
but he was willing to bet Apollo had checked out - one way or the other - how the rest of 
the squadron's pants fit. 
Most likely by asking Sheba. 
He hoped.
"I like the way yours fit." Shaula mentioned to him, looking sidelong at Yuuma's 
reaction. 
He bristled angrily.
"Thanks." Starbuck smiled at the female insurgent, who on closer inspection was kind of 
cute. 
In a rebellious sort of way.d I believe that?" Yumma replied with a sneer, pulling his gaze from the sexy 
dark - haired Lieutenant with effort.
"It's in the regulation manual." Apollo replied, pulling his copy from his back pocket.
"You know, if you didn't carry that around with you all the time, your pants would fit 
better." Starbuck mentioned, recalling how Apollo had once mentioned that the uniform 
pants never fit him quite right, and in fact, bagged at his astrum. 
(Or maybe that was Richard Hatch in the narrated version of Saga.) 
Starbuck had never verified this startling news, feeling queer about actually taking a look, 
but he was willing to bet Apollo had checked out - one way or the other - how the rest of 
the squadron's pants fit. 
Most likely by asking Sheba. 
He hoped.
"I like the way yours fit." Shaula mentioned to him, looking sidelong at Yuuma's 
reaction. 
He bristled angrily.
"Thanks." Starbuck smiled at the female insurgent, who on closer inspection was kind of 
cute. 
In a rebellious sort of way.d I believe that?" Yumma replied with a sneer, pulling his gaze from the sexy 
dark - haired Lieutenant with effort.
"It's in the regulation manual." Apollo replied, pulling his copy from his back pocket.
"You know, if you didn't carry that around with you all the time, your pants would fit 
better." Starbuck mentioned, recalling how Apollo had once mentioned that the uniform 
pants never fit him quite right, and in fact, bagged at his astrum. 
(Or maybe that was Richard Hatch in the narrated version of Saga.) 
Starbuck had never verified this startling news, feeling queer about actually taking a look, 
but he was willing to bet Apollo had checked out - one way or the other - how the rest of 
the squadron's pants fit. 
Most likely by asking Sheba. 
He hoped.
"I like the way yours fit." Shaula mentioned to him, looking sidelong at Yuuma's 
reaction. 
He bristled angrily.
"Thanks." Starbuck smiled at the female insurgent, who on closer inspection was kind of 
cute. 
In a rebellious sort of way.d I believe that?" Yumma replied with a sneer, pulling his gaze from the sexy 
dark - haired Lieutenant with effort.
"It's in the regulation manual." Apollo replied, pulling his copy from his back pocket.
"You know, if you didn't carry that around with you all the time, your pants would fit 
better." Starbuck mentioned, recalling how Apollo had once mentioned that the uniform 
pants never fit him quite right, and in fact, bagged at his astrum. 
(Or maybe that was Richard Hatch in the narrated version of Saga.) 
Starbuck had never verified this startling news, feeling queer about actually taking a look, 
but he was willing to bet Apollo had checked out - one way or the other - how the rest of 
the squadron's pants fit. 
Most likely by asking Sheba. 
He hoped.
"I like the way yours fit." Shaula mentioned to him, looking sidelong at Yuuma's 
reaction. 
He bristled angrily.
"Thanks." Starbuck smiled at the female insurgent, who on closer inspection was kind of 
cute. 
In a rebellious sort of way.
"Aye, I do as well." Adultress 58 told him, crawling low across the floor until she was 
next to him. 
She ran a hand up one leg resting it possessively on his thigh, and smiling as he jumped 
in reaction to the intimate touch. 
"Now, where were we, lad? 
Tell me about this Starbuckin'. 
I tend to be thinkin' it's somewhat related to me forefather's ... never did know which one 
was me own blood ... to me forefather's original sin." She smiled provocatively.
"Uh ... " he swallowed the lump in his throat as Shaula also smiled at him and licked her 
lips ferally. 
"No, it's just a name."
"Well, names do mean something ... or at least they used to." Shaula added.
"What does yours mean?" Starbuck asked, hoping to change the subject.
"The raised tail of a scorpian." She replied with a bright smile.
"I ... see." He glanced over to the Captain. 
"Back to you, Apollo. 
Yuuma. 
Anyone."
"Maybe you should carry a reg manual in your back pocket too." Boomer added 
helpfully.
"I'll try and keep thatbeam of light that came from Harry Mudd's belt buckle. 
"Now, where is the Pyramid game?" cried Mudd.
"Not now," said Baltar, "there's something I was trying to remember."
"EEEEK!" screamed Tinia, "It's a time loop!"
Part 51 - Liza Zara
Abruptly, the music started and the Councilmembers jumped to the feet 
forming a dance line and began wailing:
Let's do the Time Loop again! 
It's just a jump to the left 
And then a step to the right 
With your hands on your hips 
You bring your knees in tight 
But it's the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane, 
Let's do the Time Loop again! 
Part 52 - Carla
"Does anyone here play the Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules?" 
Mudd pulled out some Pyramid cards and began marking them with a Sharpee. 
He turned to Tinia and pointed at her necklace, "Great galloping Romulan  
fashion designers!  
My good woman!  
Why is your necklace glowing, and what have you done with Norman?"
Part 53 - Carla
"Adama," Tinia said as she eyed Mudd's Sharpee, "I
"Aye, I do as well." Adultress 58 told him, crawling low across the floor until she was 
next to him. 
She ran a hand up one leg resting it possessively on his thigh, and smiling as he jumped 
in reaction to the intimate touch. 
"Now, where were we, lad? 
Tell me about this Starbuckin'. 
I tend to be thinkin' it's somewhat related to me forefather's ... never did know which one 
was me own blood ... to me forefather's original sin." She smiled provocatively.
"Uh ... " he swallowed the lump in his throat as Shaula also smiled at him and licked her 
lips ferally. 
"No, it's just a name."
"Well, names do mean something ... or at least they used to." Shaula added.
"What does yours mean?" Starbuck asked, hoping to change the subject.
"The raised tail of a scorpian." She replied with a bright smile.
"I ... see." He glanced over to the Captain. 
"Back to you, Apollo. 
Yuuma. 
Anyone."
"Maybe you should carry a reg manual in your back pocket too." Boomer added 
helpfully.
"I'll try and keep that
"Aye, I do as well." Adultress 58 told him, crawling low across the floor until she was 
next to him. 
She ran a hand up one leg resting it possessively on his thigh, and smiling as he jumped 
in reaction to the intimate touch. 
"Now, where were we, lad? 
Tell me about this Starbuckin'. 
I tend to be thinkin' it's somewhat related to me forefather's ... never did know which one 
was me own blood ... to me forefather's original sin." She smiled provocatively.
"Uh ... " he swallowed the lump in his throat as Shaula also smiled at him and licked her 
lips ferally. 
"No, it's just a name."
"Well, names do mean something ... or at least they used to." Shaula added.
"What does yours mean?" Starbuck asked, hoping to change the subject.
"The raised tail of a scorpian." She replied with a bright smile.
"I ... see." He glanced over to the Captain. 
"Back to you, Apollo. 
Yuuma. 
Anyone."
"Maybe you should carry a reg manual in your back pocket too." Boomer added 
helpfully.
"I'll try and keep that
"Aye, I do as well." Adultress 58 told him, crawling low across the floor until she was 
next to him. 
She ran a hand up one leg resting it possessively on his thigh, and smiling as he jumped 
in reaction to the intimate touch. 
"Now, where were we, lad? 
Tell me about this Starbuckin'. 
I tend to be thinkin' it's somewhat related to me forefather's ... never did know which one 
was me own blood ... to me forefather's original sin." She smiled provocatively.
"Uh ... " he swallowed the lump in his throat as Shaula also smiled at him and licked her 
lips ferally. 
"No, it's just a name."
"Well, names do mean something ... or at least they used to." Shaula added.
"What does yours mean?" Starbuck asked, hoping to change the subject.
"The raised tail of a scorpian." She replied with a bright smile.
"I ... see." He glanced over to the Captain. 
"Back to you, Apollo. 
Yuuma. 
Anyone."
"Maybe you should carry a reg manual in your back pocket too." Boomer added 
helpfully.
"I'll try and keep that
"Aye, I do as well." Adultress 58 told him, crawling low across the floor until she was 
next to him. 
She ran a hand up one leg resting it possessively on his thigh, and smiling as he jumped 
in reaction to the intimate touch. 
"Now, where were we, lad? 
Tell me about this Starbuckin'. 
I tend to be thinkin' it's somewhat related to me forefather's ... never did know which one 
was me own blood ... to me forefather's original sin." She smiled provocatively.
"Uh ... " he swallowed the lump in his throat as Shaula also smiled at him and licked her 
lips ferally. 
"No, it's just a name."
"Well, names do mean something ... or at least they used to." Shaula added.
"What does yours mean?" Starbuck asked, hoping to change the subject.
"The raised tail of a scorpian." She replied with a bright smile.
"I ... see." He glanced over to the Captain. 
"Back to you, Apollo. 
Yuuma. 
Anyone."
"Maybe you should carry a reg manual in your back pocket too." Boomer added 
helpfully.
"I'll try and keep that
"Aye, I do as well." Adultress 58 told him, crawling low across the floor until she was 
next to him. 
She ran a hand up one leg resting it possessively on his thigh, and smiling as he jumped 
in reaction to the intimate touch. 
"Now, where were we, lad? 
Tell me about this Starbuckin'. 
I tend to be thinkin' it's somewhat related to me forefather's ... never did know which one 
was me own blood ... to me forefather's original sin." She smiled provocatively.
"Uh ... " he swallowed the lump in his throat as Shaula also smiled at him and licked her 
lips ferally. 
"No, it's just a name."
"Well, names do mean something ... or at least they used to." Shaula added.
"What does yours mean?" Starbuck asked, hoping to change the subject.
"The raised tail of a scorpian." She replied with a bright smile.
"I ... see." He glanced over to the Captain. 
"Back to you, Apollo. 
Yuuma. 
Anyone."
"Maybe you should carry a reg manual in your back pocket too." Boomer added 
helpfully.
"I'll try and keep that think you should decide now 
whether you're going to turn back to the Colonies or continue searching for Earth.  
No matter what happens, those are your two options.  
Going back would mean confronting Adar and going forward would be uncertain.  
Why has Yuuma taken our warriors hostage?  
Why Now? 
Has Croad run out of Ambrosia?  
I think we should tune in to the IFB network and find out if the reporters have stopped 
bickering.  
We need to know if Adar has timed this wanton interruption of the Pyramid tournament 
with some dastardly surprise attack.  
We need to know what everyone's wearing. We must assault the shuttle bay!"
"Get hold of yourself, Tinia,"  
Adama tossed some Taurean Brandy on Siress Tinia's necklace.  
Breaking open and landing on the floor with a hiss and a puff of bluish black smoke, the 
bulky necklace opened a portal to Hades in 
the floor.  
Max von Sydow popped out of it, "Needful, my astrum," he cried in disgust and 
disappeared back through the spinning vortex in in mind." Starbuck replied with a glower.
 
"Cylon Raider requesting permission to land, Commander." Rigel reported.
"Direct them to Alpha Bay." Adama replied, "I'll meet Baltar there. 
Siress Tinia? 
Will you join us?"
"I think it would be best if I wait in Council chambers, Adama." She replied.
 
Memories came flooding back as Baltar's Raider came to a stop. Iblis. 
For a moment he wondered if somehow this could be yet another trick to return him to 
the Fleet by the mysterious Count who had sounded exactly like the voice of the original 
Imperious Leader. 
Then, he took a deep breath, steadying himself for what lay ahead. 
"Stay here, and await my orders," he directed his centurions.
"By your command."
"Of course."
He touched down lightly on the deck, not for the first time reflecting on the path his life 
had taken when he had been forced to become an enemy operative in order to survive. 
More than anything he was curious to see what the Siress would reveal. 
He had thought through the in mind." Starbuck replied with a glower.
 
"Cylon Raider requesting permission to land, Commander." Rigel reported.
"Direct them to Alpha Bay." Adama replied, "I'll meet Baltar there. 
Siress Tinia? 
Will you join us?"
"I think it would be best if I wait in Council chambers, Adama." She replied.
 
Memories came flooding back as Baltar's Raider came to a stop. Iblis. 
For a moment he wondered if somehow this could be yet another trick to return him to 
the Fleet by the mysterious Count who had sounded exactly like the voice of the original 
Imperious Leader. 
Then, he took a deep breath, steadying himself for what lay ahead. 
"Stay here, and await my orders," he directed his centurions.
"By your command."
"Of course."
He touched down lightly on the deck, not for the first time reflecting on the path his life 
had taken when he had been forced to become an enemy operative in order to survive. 
More than anything he was curious to see what the Siress would reveal. 
He had thought through the in mind." Starbuck replied with a glower.
 
"Cylon Raider requesting permission to land, Commander." Rigel reported.
"Direct them to Alpha Bay." Adama replied, "I'll meet Baltar there. 
Siress Tinia? 
Will you join us?"
"I think it would be best if I wait in Council chambers, Adama." She replied.
 
Memories came flooding back as Baltar's Raider came to a stop. Iblis. 
For a moment he wondered if somehow this could be yet another trick to return him to 
the Fleet by the mysterious Count who had sounded exactly like the voice of the original 
Imperious Leader. 
Then, he took a deep breath, steadying himself for what lay ahead. 
"Stay here, and await my orders," he directed his centurions.
"By your command."
"Of course."
He touched down lightly on the deck, not for the first time reflecting on the path his life 
had taken when he had been forced to become an enemy operative in order to survive. 
More than anything he was curious to see what the Siress would reveal. 
He had thought through the in mind." Starbuck replied with a glower.
 
"Cylon Raider requesting permission to land, Commander." Rigel reported.
"Direct them to Alpha Bay." Adama replied, "I'll meet Baltar there. 
Siress Tinia? 
Will you join us?"
"I think it would be best if I wait in Council chambers, Adama." She replied.
 
Memories came flooding back as Baltar's Raider came to a stop. Iblis. 
For a moment he wondered if somehow this could be yet another trick to return him to 
the Fleet by the mysterious Count who had sounded exactly like the voice of the original 
Imperious Leader. 
Then, he took a deep breath, steadying himself for what lay ahead. 
"Stay here, and await my orders," he directed his centurions.
"By your command."
"Of course."
He touched down lightly on the deck, not for the first time reflecting on the path his life 
had taken when he had been forced to become an enemy operative in order to survive. 
More than anything he was curious to see what the Siress would reveal. 
He had thought through the in mind." Starbuck replied with a glower.
 
"Cylon Raider requesting permission to land, Commander." Rigel reported.
"Direct them to Alpha Bay." Adama replied, "I'll meet Baltar there. 
Siress Tinia? 
Will you join us?"
"I think it would be best if I wait in Council chambers, Adama." She replied.
 
Memories came flooding back as Baltar's Raider came to a stop. Iblis. 
For a moment he wondered if somehow this could be yet another trick to return him to 
the Fleet by the mysterious Count who had sounded exactly like the voice of the original 
Imperious Leader. 
Then, he took a deep breath, steadying himself for what lay ahead. 
"Stay here, and await my orders," he directed his centurions.
"By your command."
"Of course."
He touched down lightly on the deck, not for the first time reflecting on the path his life 
had taken when he had been forced to become an enemy operative in order to survive. 
More than anything he was curious to see what the Siress would reveal. 
He had thought through the in mind." Starbuck replied with a glower.
 
"Cylon Raider requesting permission to land, Commander." Rigel reported.
"Direct them to Alpha Bay." Adama replied, "I'll meet Baltar there. 
Siress Tinia? 
Will you join us?"
"I think it would be best if I wait in Council chambers, Adama." She replied.
 
Memories came flooding back as Baltar's Raider came to a stop. Iblis. 
For a moment he wondered if somehow this could be yet another trick to return him to 
the Fleet by the mysterious Count who had sounded exactly like the voice of the original 
Imperious Leader. 
Then, he took a deep breath, steadying himself for what lay ahead. 
"Stay here, and await my orders," he directed his centurions.
"By your command."
"Of course."
He touched down lightly on the deck, not for the first time reflecting on the path his life 
had taken when he had been forced to become an enemy operative in order to survive. 
More than anything he was curious to see what the Siress would reveal. 
He had thought through the the floor.
Part 54 - Robert Hanczyk
But it's the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane," (Baltar tightened his belt buckle 
another notch) 
"Let's do the Time Warp again!"
'There's something I'm trying to remember.'
"It's so dreamy, oh fantasy free me So you can't see me, no not at all In another 
dimension, with voyeuristic intention." 
(A pointy ear voice in Baltar's head said, "This is most illogical." Baltar scratched his left 
ear, really tried to feel if there were any "points" to this)
"Well-secluded, I see all  
With a bit of a mind flip  
You're there in the time slip  
And nothing can ever be the same 
You're spaced out on sensation, like you're under 
sedation 
Let's do the Time Warp again!"
Baltar began to walk around in circles with his left hand on his hip, and his right hand 
waving back and forth in the air above his head.
"Let's do the Time Warp again!"
A pink bunny with sunglasses rolled in from the corridor, followed Baltar around his 
walking circle, beating its chain of events that had taken him from Adar's appointed 
Liaison with the Cylons for the negotiation of a peace treaty, to public enemy number 
one. 
Never before had he considered the doddering old fool of a President into the equation. 
Perhaps he had underestimated Adar. 
Strangely, the fact that Adama might also have done so was encouraging. 
Amusing, even.
"Baltar."
Then he was standing before Adama and the two studied each other through curious and 
suspicious eyes for a moment. 
"What's this all about, Adama?" Baltar asked abruptly, not willing to let go of the idea 
that he was being set up.
"Siress Tinia promises she will reveal what she knows." Adama admitted, motioning for 
his mortal enemy to follow him.
 
"This is typical of the behaviour of our most decorated officers." Yuuma snapped as he 
indicated the nearly naked Starbuck with Adultress 58 and Shaula fawning over him, and 
then glanced over at Sheba, Athena and Dietra. 
"Disgusting."
"Starbuck's behaviour isn't typical o chain of events that had taken him from Adar's appointed 
Liaison with the Cylons for the negotiation of a peace treaty, to public enemy number 
one. 
Never before had he considered the doddering old fool of a President into the equation. 
Perhaps he had underestimated Adar. 
Strangely, the fact that Adama might also have done so was encouraging. 
Amusing, even.
"Baltar."
Then he was standing before Adama and the two studied each other through curious and 
suspicious eyes for a moment. 
"What's this all about, Adama?" Baltar asked abruptly, not willing to let go of the idea 
that he was being set up.
"Siress Tinia promises she will reveal what she knows." Adama admitted, motioning for 
his mortal enemy to follow him.
 
"This is typical of the behaviour of our most decorated officers." Yuuma snapped as he 
indicated the nearly naked Starbuck with Adultress 58 and Shaula fawning over him, and 
then glanced over at Sheba, Athena and Dietra. 
"Disgusting."
"Starbuck's behaviour isn't typical o chain of events that had taken him from Adar's appointed 
Liaison with the Cylons for the negotiation of a peace treaty, to public enemy number 
one. 
Never before had he considered the doddering old fool of a President into the equation. 
Perhaps he had underestimated Adar. 
Strangely, the fact that Adama might also have done so was encouraging. 
Amusing, even.
"Baltar."
Then he was standing before Adama and the two studied each other through curious and 
suspicious eyes for a moment. 
"What's this all about, Adama?" Baltar asked abruptly, not willing to let go of the idea 
that he was being set up.
"Siress Tinia promises she will reveal what she knows." Adama admitted, motioning for 
his mortal enemy to follow him.
 
"This is typical of the behaviour of our most decorated officers." Yuuma snapped as he 
indicated the nearly naked Starbuck with Adultress 58 and Shaula fawning over him, and 
then glanced over at Sheba, Athena and Dietra. 
"Disgusting."
"Starbuck's behaviour isn't typical o chain of events that had taken him from Adar's appointed 
Liaison with the Cylons for the negotiation of a peace treaty, to public enemy number 
one. 
Never before had he considered the doddering old fool of a President into the equation. 
Perhaps he had underestimated Adar. 
Strangely, the fact that Adama might also have done so was encouraging. 
Amusing, even.
"Baltar."
Then he was standing before Adama and the two studied each other through curious and 
suspicious eyes for a moment. 
"What's this all about, Adama?" Baltar asked abruptly, not willing to let go of the idea 
that he was being set up.
"Siress Tinia promises she will reveal what she knows." Adama admitted, motioning for 
his mortal enemy to follow him.
 
"This is typical of the behaviour of our most decorated officers." Yuuma snapped as he 
indicated the nearly naked Starbuck with Adultress 58 and Shaula fawning over him, and 
then glanced over at Sheba, Athena and Dietra. 
"Disgusting."
"Starbuck's behaviour isn't typical o chain of events that had taken him from Adar's appointed 
Liaison with the Cylons for the negotiation of a peace treaty, to public enemy number 
one. 
Never before had he considered the doddering old fool of a President into the equation. 
Perhaps he had underestimated Adar. 
Strangely, the fact that Adama might also have done so was encouraging. 
Amusing, even.
"Baltar."
Then he was standing before Adama and the two studied each other through curious and 
suspicious eyes for a moment. 
"What's this all about, Adama?" Baltar asked abruptly, not willing to let go of the idea 
that he was being set up.
"Siress Tinia promises she will reveal what she knows." Adama admitted, motioning for 
his mortal enemy to follow him.
 
"This is typical of the behaviour of our most decorated officers." Yuuma snapped as he 
indicated the nearly naked Starbuck with Adultress 58 and Shaula fawning over him, and 
then glanced over at Sheba, Athena and Dietra. 
"Disgusting."
"Starbuck's behaviour isn't typical o chain of events that had taken him from Adar's appointed 
Liaison with the Cylons for the negotiation of a peace treaty, to public enemy number 
one. 
Never before had he considered the doddering old fool of a President into the equation. 
Perhaps he had underestimated Adar. 
Strangely, the fact that Adama might also have done so was encouraging. 
Amusing, even.
"Baltar."
Then he was standing before Adama and the two studied each other through curious and 
suspicious eyes for a moment. 
"What's this all about, Adama?" Baltar asked abruptly, not willing to let go of the idea 
that he was being set up.
"Siress Tinia promises she will reveal what she knows." Adama admitted, motioning for 
his mortal enemy to follow him.
 
"This is typical of the behaviour of our most decorated officers." Yuuma snapped as he 
indicated the nearly naked Starbuck with Adultress 58 and Shaula fawning over him, and 
then glanced over at Sheba, Athena and Dietra. 
"Disgusting."
"Starbuck's behaviour isn't typical o drum. It just kept going, and going... and going...
 
Part 55 - Carla
 
"Wait," cried Baltar, "Lucifer is going to attack! Quick! Where's the rest of the Taurean 
Brandy?" 
Part 56
Through the Star doted darkness of vast space the attack squad Of  
Cylon raiders neared more and more to the last ships Of the fleet; 
 
The Colonial emergency Squad just launched with Minutes delay as the  
the panicked crises for help echoed in the radiocoms. 
 
The raiders came Into firing range to those poor helpless transports  
space buses and other refugee ships that were filled with thousands of  
refugees and were practically siting ducks for the well armed Cylon  
Warmachines 
 
But,.. they Did nothing,.. they kept a Straight formation heading  
directly for the Galactica and the lead Raider opend a conection to  
the Battleship: "this is The Cylon Pyramid delegation, Hailing under a  
Flag of truce. 
3 Raiders requesting landing clearance for Galactica alpha Landing bay " 
 
Luciver's voice was f anything but ... Starbuck." Apollo replied with a 
shrug. 
"And I'm guessing it was Starbuck - induced behaviour that caused these ladies to show 
up here looking so ... " Three sets of eyes stared at him, warning him to chose his next 
words carefully. 
"Enchanting."
"Hey, I resemble that remark ... I mean... ." Starbuck huffed. 
"Actually, they ... "
"Not now, Starbuck." Apollo cut him off. 
"And for Sagan's sake, put some clothes on. 
You've been grandstanding for 20 episodes. 
Freeman, throw him an apron or something would you?"
The women present "aahed" in disappointment than laughed and cheered as the barkeep 
tossed Starbuck a ...
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"Not now, Starbuck." Apollo cut him off. 
"And for Sagan's sake, put some clothes on. 
You've been grandstanding for 20 episodes. Freeman, throw him an apron or something 
would you?" 
The women present "aahed" in disappointment than laughed and cheered as the barkeep 
tossed Staf anything but ... Starbuck." Apollo replied with a 
shrug. 
"And I'm guessing it was Starbuck - induced behaviour that caused these ladies to show 
up here looking so ... " Three sets of eyes stared at him, warning him to chose his next 
words carefully. 
"Enchanting."
"Hey, I resemble that remark ... I mean... ." Starbuck huffed. 
"Actually, they ... "
"Not now, Starbuck." Apollo cut him off. 
"And for Sagan's sake, put some clothes on. 
You've been grandstanding for 20 episodes. 
Freeman, throw him an apron or something would you?"
The women present "aahed" in disappointment than laughed and cheered as the barkeep 
tossed Starbuck a ...
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PREVIOUSLY IN: 
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"Not now, Starbuck." Apollo cut him off. 
"And for Sagan's sake, put some clothes on. 
You've been grandstanding for 20 episodes. Freeman, throw him an apron or something 
would you?" 
The women present "aahed" in disappointment than laughed and cheered as the barkeep 
tossed Staf anything but ... Starbuck." Apollo replied with a 
shrug. 
"And I'm guessing it was Starbuck - induced behaviour that caused these ladies to show 
up here looking so ... " Three sets of eyes stared at him, warning him to chose his next 
words carefully. 
"Enchanting."
"Hey, I resemble that remark ... I mean... ." Starbuck huffed. 
"Actually, they ... "
"Not now, Starbuck." Apollo cut him off. 
"And for Sagan's sake, put some clothes on. 
You've been grandstanding for 20 episodes. 
Freeman, throw him an apron or something would you?"
The women present "aahed" in disappointment than laughed and cheered as the barkeep 
tossed Starbuck a ...
Part 37 - Eugenia
PREVIOUSLY IN: 
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"Not now, Starbuck." Apollo cut him off. 
"And for Sagan's sake, put some clothes on. 
You've been grandstanding for 20 episodes. Freeman, throw him an apron or something 
would you?" 
The women present "aahed" in disappointment than laughed and cheered as the barkeep 
tossed Staf anything but ... Starbuck." Apollo replied with a 
shrug. 
"And I'm guessing it was Starbuck - induced behaviour that caused these ladies to show 
up here looking so ... " Three sets of eyes stared at him, warning him to chose his next 
words carefully. 
"Enchanting."
"Hey, I resemble that remark ... I mean... ." Starbuck huffed. 
"Actually, they ... "
"Not now, Starbuck." Apollo cut him off. 
"And for Sagan's sake, put some clothes on. 
You've been grandstanding for 20 episodes. 
Freeman, throw him an apron or something would you?"
The women present "aahed" in disappointment than laughed and cheered as the barkeep 
tossed Starbuck a ...
Part 37 - Eugenia
PREVIOUSLY IN: 
"A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER" - PART 36
"Not now, Starbuck." Apollo cut him off. 
"And for Sagan's sake, put some clothes on. 
You've been grandstanding for 20 episodes. Freeman, throw him an apron or something 
would you?" 
The women present "aahed" in disappointment than laughed and cheered as the barkeep 
tossed Staf anything but ... Starbuck." Apollo replied with a 
shrug. 
"And I'm guessing it was Starbuck - induced behaviour that caused these ladies to show 
up here looking so ... " Three sets of eyes stared at him, warning him to chose his next 
words carefully. 
"Enchanting."
"Hey, I resemble that remark ... I mean... ." Starbuck huffed. 
"Actually, they ... "
"Not now, Starbuck." Apollo cut him off. 
"And for Sagan's sake, put some clothes on. 
You've been grandstanding for 20 episodes. 
Freeman, throw him an apron or something would you?"
The women present "aahed" in disappointment than laughed and cheered as the barkeep 
tossed Starbuck a ...
Part 37 - Eugenia
PREVIOUSLY IN: 
"A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER" - PART 36
"Not now, Starbuck." Apollo cut him off. 
"And for Sagan's sake, put some clothes on. 
You've been grandstanding for 20 episodes. Freeman, throw him an apron or something 
would you?" 
The women present "aahed" in disappointment than laughed and cheered as the barkeep 
tossed Staf anything but ... Starbuck." Apollo replied with a 
shrug. 
"And I'm guessing it was Starbuck - induced behaviour that caused these ladies to show 
up here looking so ... " Three sets of eyes stared at him, warning him to chose his next 
words carefully. 
"Enchanting."
"Hey, I resemble that remark ... I mean... ." Starbuck huffed. 
"Actually, they ... "
"Not now, Starbuck." Apollo cut him off. 
"And for Sagan's sake, put some clothes on. 
You've been grandstanding for 20 episodes. 
Freeman, throw him an apron or something would you?"
The women present "aahed" in disappointment than laughed and cheered as the barkeep 
tossed Starbuck a ...
Part 37 - Eugenia
PREVIOUSLY IN: 
"A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER" - PART 36
"Not now, Starbuck." Apollo cut him off. 
"And for Sagan's sake, put some clothes on. 
You've been grandstanding for 20 episodes. Freeman, throw him an apron or something 
would you?" 
The women present "aahed" in disappointment than laughed and cheered as the barkeep 
tossed Stastill echoing through the bridge Of the behemoth  
Galactica; as the one responsible for the night shift Flipped 
 
He gigeld and started To weep,.. "why on MY shift,.." 
 
He pulled himself together; and let an Ordonance put him through to  
were Adama was Just,.. having a private meeting with Baltar. 
Ignoring the strange Singing - he informed Adama that they had  
Cylon raiders requesting Landing clearance!
============================================================
Part 57
Adama closed his eyes, and just hoped it would all miraculously go away. Somehow the insanity 
had erupted into pure, unadulterated chaos. He took a few deep breath, the heady aroma of the 
Taurean Brandy wafting up and assaulting his senses. Dear God, what else could possbily go 
wrong? 
And so He answered . . .  
The door flew open, and the entire Council entered his quarters which he and Baltar had 
somehow managed to escape to, while the Council was singing and strange and unusual 
characters and creatures were marbuck a ...
AND NOW: 
"A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER" - PART 37
.a hand towel, a very small hand towel that had seen better days and was now thin and 
wet with grog, ambrosia, ale, Fruity Foo - Foo and anything else Apollo had spilled.
"What am I supposed to cover with this?" Starbuck asked Freeman. 
"It's not big enough." 
The women in the room exchanged sly looks and giggled.
"Not nearly enough.," Adultress drawled, looking down and sizing Starbuck up.
"Um.could we put a hold on this?" 
Starbuck shuffled a bit away from Adultress and Shaula.
"Certainly, what would you like for me to hold?" Adultress followed him, taking his 
elbow to prevent his escape.
"Hey, he's my hostage," Shaula said, taking Starbuck's other arm.
"Ladies, ladies, let's not fight." 
Starbuck smiled. 
He gave Apollo a desperate glance. 
"Speaking of fighting."
"Yes, the sooner we launch our Vipers, the better." Tigh stepped towards Yuuma.
"I still don't believe we're under attack." Yuuma snapped, bringing his gun to bearrbuck a ...
AND NOW: 
"A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER" - PART 37
.a hand towel, a very small hand towel that had seen better days and was now thin and 
wet with grog, ambrosia, ale, Fruity Foo - Foo and anything else Apollo had spilled.
"What am I supposed to cover with this?" Starbuck asked Freeman. 
"It's not big enough." 
The women in the room exchanged sly looks and giggled.
"Not nearly enough.," Adultress drawled, looking down and sizing Starbuck up.
"Um.could we put a hold on this?" 
Starbuck shuffled a bit away from Adultress and Shaula.
"Certainly, what would you like for me to hold?" Adultress followed him, taking his 
elbow to prevent his escape.
"Hey, he's my hostage," Shaula said, taking Starbuck's other arm.
"Ladies, ladies, let's not fight." 
Starbuck smiled. 
He gave Apollo a desperate glance. 
"Speaking of fighting."
"Yes, the sooner we launch our Vipers, the better." Tigh stepped towards Yuuma.
"I still don't believe we're under attack." Yuuma snapped, bringing his gun to bearrbuck a ...
AND NOW: 
"A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER" - PART 37
.a hand towel, a very small hand towel that had seen better days and was now thin and 
wet with grog, ambrosia, ale, Fruity Foo - Foo and anything else Apollo had spilled.
"What am I supposed to cover with this?" Starbuck asked Freeman. 
"It's not big enough." 
The women in the room exchanged sly looks and giggled.
"Not nearly enough.," Adultress drawled, looking down and sizing Starbuck up.
"Um.could we put a hold on this?" 
Starbuck shuffled a bit away from Adultress and Shaula.
"Certainly, what would you like for me to hold?" Adultress followed him, taking his 
elbow to prevent his escape.
"Hey, he's my hostage," Shaula said, taking Starbuck's other arm.
"Ladies, ladies, let's not fight." 
Starbuck smiled. 
He gave Apollo a desperate glance. 
"Speaking of fighting."
"Yes, the sooner we launch our Vipers, the better." Tigh stepped towards Yuuma.
"I still don't believe we're under attack." Yuuma snapped, bringing his gun to bearrbuck a ...
AND NOW: 
"A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER" - PART 37
.a hand towel, a very small hand towel that had seen better days and was now thin and 
wet with grog, ambrosia, ale, Fruity Foo - Foo and anything else Apollo had spilled.
"What am I supposed to cover with this?" Starbuck asked Freeman. 
"It's not big enough." 
The women in the room exchanged sly looks and giggled.
"Not nearly enough.," Adultress drawled, looking down and sizing Starbuck up.
"Um.could we put a hold on this?" 
Starbuck shuffled a bit away from Adultress and Shaula.
"Certainly, what would you like for me to hold?" Adultress followed him, taking his 
elbow to prevent his escape.
"Hey, he's my hostage," Shaula said, taking Starbuck's other arm.
"Ladies, ladies, let's not fight." 
Starbuck smiled. 
He gave Apollo a desperate glance. 
"Speaking of fighting."
"Yes, the sooner we launch our Vipers, the better." Tigh stepped towards Yuuma.
"I still don't believe we're under attack." Yuuma snapped, bringing his gun to bearrbuck a ...
AND NOW: 
"A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER" - PART 37
.a hand towel, a very small hand towel that had seen better days and was now thin and 
wet with grog, ambrosia, ale, Fruity Foo - Foo and anything else Apollo had spilled.
"What am I supposed to cover with this?" Starbuck asked Freeman. 
"It's not big enough." 
The women in the room exchanged sly looks and giggled.
"Not nearly enough.," Adultress drawled, looking down and sizing Starbuck up.
"Um.could we put a hold on this?" 
Starbuck shuffled a bit away from Adultress and Shaula.
"Certainly, what would you like for me to hold?" Adultress followed him, taking his 
elbow to prevent his escape.
"Hey, he's my hostage," Shaula said, taking Starbuck's other arm.
"Ladies, ladies, let's not fight." 
Starbuck smiled. 
He gave Apollo a desperate glance. 
"Speaking of fighting."
"Yes, the sooner we launch our Vipers, the better." Tigh stepped towards Yuuma.
"I still don't believe we're under attack." Yuuma snapped, bringing his gun to bearrbuck a ...
AND NOW: 
"A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER" - PART 37
.a hand towel, a very small hand towel that had seen better days and was now thin and 
wet with grog, ambrosia, ale, Fruity Foo - Foo and anything else Apollo had spilled.
"What am I supposed to cover with this?" Starbuck asked Freeman. 
"It's not big enough." 
The women in the room exchanged sly looks and giggled.
"Not nearly enough.," Adultress drawled, looking down and sizing Starbuck up.
"Um.could we put a hold on this?" 
Starbuck shuffled a bit away from Adultress and Shaula.
"Certainly, what would you like for me to hold?" Adultress followed him, taking his 
elbow to prevent his escape.
"Hey, he's my hostage," Shaula said, taking Starbuck's other arm.
"Ladies, ladies, let's not fight." 
Starbuck smiled. 
He gave Apollo a desperate glance. 
"Speaking of fighting."
"Yes, the sooner we launch our Vipers, the better." Tigh stepped towards Yuuma.
"I still don't believe we're under attack." Yuuma snapped, bringing his gun to bearking cameo appearances. Yes, it had started as a serious 
meeting to decide their future, but it had turned into a three-ring circus!  
"Adama, I'm dismayed and appalled that you would retreat to the privacy of your quarters, and 
the depths of your Taurean Brandy at a time like this." Sire Uri droned, a scowl on his features. 
"Privacy?" Adama asked quietly, looking around at the others. "What privacy?" 
"I believe you should be more concerned about the depths right now, old friend." Baltar amended, 
a slight smile flitting across his features as he topped up Adama's glass. 
"You are wise beyond your reputation, Baltar." Adama sniffed. 
"I've been trying to tell you that for yahrens." Baltar replied, taking a drink from his own glass and 
then swirling the liquid in his glass. "Like a gentle whirlpool, it lulls one complacently into 
accepting its finer qualities . . . then its true nature suddenly shows itself, revealing the menacing 
vortex it really is." 
Adama smiled, nodding slowly before lo on the 
Colonel.
"Look, you don't need ALL of us, do you?" Tigh crossed his arms and glared at Yuuma 
and his insurgents. 
This was worse than dealing with Baltar when he and his motley crew had seized the 
Council. 
"Let the pilots go. 
You have me. 
Adama's second - in - command. 
Isn't that enough of a bargaining chip for you?"
"Well." Yuuma considered the matter.
"He's got a point," one of his flunkeys said. 
Yuuma surveyed the room. 
The IFB was still filming, Zara still eager for a story. If the Fleet was truly under attack, 
she would have the evidence that he had prevented the Fleet from defending itself. 
Frak, he would be public enemy number one. 
Baltar would be forgotten. 
No one remembered anything for more than a few sectons, particularly with the IFB 
always on the lookout for a new scandal. 
A zillion hectares from home and the IFB still worried about ratings.
"All right, the pilots only."
"Thank you," Tigh said. 
He motioned to the pilots to leave. 
With a sense of urg on the 
Colonel.
"Look, you don't need ALL of us, do you?" Tigh crossed his arms and glared at Yuuma 
and his insurgents. 
This was worse than dealing with Baltar when he and his motley crew had seized the 
Council. 
"Let the pilots go. 
You have me. 
Adama's second - in - command. 
Isn't that enough of a bargaining chip for you?"
"Well." Yuuma considered the matter.
"He's got a point," one of his flunkeys said. 
Yuuma surveyed the room. 
The IFB was still filming, Zara still eager for a story. If the Fleet was truly under attack, 
she would have the evidence that he had prevented the Fleet from defending itself. 
Frak, he would be public enemy number one. 
Baltar would be forgotten. 
No one remembered anything for more than a few sectons, particularly with the IFB 
always on the lookout for a new scandal. 
A zillion hectares from home and the IFB still worried about ratings.
"All right, the pilots only."
"Thank you," Tigh said. 
He motioned to the pilots to leave. 
With a sense of urg on the 
Colonel.
"Look, you don't need ALL of us, do you?" Tigh crossed his arms and glared at Yuuma 
and his insurgents. 
This was worse than dealing with Baltar when he and his motley crew had seized the 
Council. 
"Let the pilots go. 
You have me. 
Adama's second - in - command. 
Isn't that enough of a bargaining chip for you?"
"Well." Yuuma considered the matter.
"He's got a point," one of his flunkeys said. 
Yuuma surveyed the room. 
The IFB was still filming, Zara still eager for a story. If the Fleet was truly under attack, 
she would have the evidence that he had prevented the Fleet from defending itself. 
Frak, he would be public enemy number one. 
Baltar would be forgotten. 
No one remembered anything for more than a few sectons, particularly with the IFB 
always on the lookout for a new scandal. 
A zillion hectares from home and the IFB still worried about ratings.
"All right, the pilots only."
"Thank you," Tigh said. 
He motioned to the pilots to leave. 
With a sense of urg on the 
Colonel.
"Look, you don't need ALL of us, do you?" Tigh crossed his arms and glared at Yuuma 
and his insurgents. 
This was worse than dealing with Baltar when he and his motley crew had seized the 
Council. 
"Let the pilots go. 
You have me. 
Adama's second - in - command. 
Isn't that enough of a bargaining chip for you?"
"Well." Yuuma considered the matter.
"He's got a point," one of his flunkeys said. 
Yuuma surveyed the room. 
The IFB was still filming, Zara still eager for a story. If the Fleet was truly under attack, 
she would have the evidence that he had prevented the Fleet from defending itself. 
Frak, he would be public enemy number one. 
Baltar would be forgotten. 
No one remembered anything for more than a few sectons, particularly with the IFB 
always on the lookout for a new scandal. 
A zillion hectares from home and the IFB still worried about ratings.
"All right, the pilots only."
"Thank you," Tigh said. 
He motioned to the pilots to leave. 
With a sense of urg on the 
Colonel.
"Look, you don't need ALL of us, do you?" Tigh crossed his arms and glared at Yuuma 
and his insurgents. 
This was worse than dealing with Baltar when he and his motley crew had seized the 
Council. 
"Let the pilots go. 
You have me. 
Adama's second - in - command. 
Isn't that enough of a bargaining chip for you?"
"Well." Yuuma considered the matter.
"He's got a point," one of his flunkeys said. 
Yuuma surveyed the room. 
The IFB was still filming, Zara still eager for a story. If the Fleet was truly under attack, 
she would have the evidence that he had prevented the Fleet from defending itself. 
Frak, he would be public enemy number one. 
Baltar would be forgotten. 
No one remembered anything for more than a few sectons, particularly with the IFB 
always on the lookout for a new scandal. 
A zillion hectares from home and the IFB still worried about ratings.
"All right, the pilots only."
"Thank you," Tigh said. 
He motioned to the pilots to leave. 
With a sense of urg on the 
Colonel.
"Look, you don't need ALL of us, do you?" Tigh crossed his arms and glared at Yuuma 
and his insurgents. 
This was worse than dealing with Baltar when he and his motley crew had seized the 
Council. 
"Let the pilots go. 
You have me. 
Adama's second - in - command. 
Isn't that enough of a bargaining chip for you?"
"Well." Yuuma considered the matter.
"He's got a point," one of his flunkeys said. 
Yuuma surveyed the room. 
The IFB was still filming, Zara still eager for a story. If the Fleet was truly under attack, 
she would have the evidence that he had prevented the Fleet from defending itself. 
Frak, he would be public enemy number one. 
Baltar would be forgotten. 
No one remembered anything for more than a few sectons, particularly with the IFB 
always on the lookout for a new scandal. 
A zillion hectares from home and the IFB still worried about ratings.
"All right, the pilots only."
"Thank you," Tigh said. 
He motioned to the pilots to leave. 
With a sense of urgoking up at Uri. "You were saying?" 
"I believe there is something that we haven't considered." 
"I doubt that." Baltar replied, putting his feet up on Adama's desk. 
"The people." Uri added, looking to Tinia. 
"Yes, there is that." She replied. "We could lose their confidence completely if we don't show 
them that we're still in charge here." She looked at Adama briefly, then Baltar, before addressing 
the Council further. "If we turn back now, after yahrens of moving towards Earth, we could end up 
with utter arnarchy and . . . a revolution." 
"Messy." Baltar summed up. 
"Yes." Tinia agreed. "However, if we convince the people that the best course of action is to 
continue to move forward . . ." 
"But Adar deceived us! We can't let him get away . . ." Adama stood up, spilling his brandy. 
"Please, Adama! I understand your anger and your need to face off against Adar, but we must put 
the good of the Fleet before your . . . lust for revenge." She dropped his gaze. 
"Is that how you see it?" Adaency, they started for the Officers' Club door.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Shaula cried, refusing to release Starbuck. 
The other pilots froze. 
Giles moaned 
he had almost been the first one out.
"What's wrong now?" Yuuma looked at her, clearly exasperated.
"He's not dressed."
 
She poked Starbuck in the ribs. 
" He can't fly a Viper without the proper attire."
"I can dress fast!" Starbuck yelped. 
"I've had lots of practice escaping from angry husbands and boyfriends!"
Baltar paused. Siress Tinia? Yes, yes, now it came back to him. 
The woman who had been with Adama when he had the Council at his mercy. 
The successors to a bickering bunch of bureauticians led by Adar who had seemed the 
most simple of all. 
Yet, it was Adar who had appointed him as the Liaison to the Cylon Empire, praising 
Baltar's diplomacy and persuasiveness. 
And he had believed it.
In retrospect, it now seemed like Adar and the Council had just duped the new guy on the 
Council.
"Are you going to stand there all day?" Adency, they started for the Officers' Club door.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Shaula cried, refusing to release Starbuck. 
The other pilots froze. 
Giles moaned 
he had almost been the first one out.
"What's wrong now?" Yuuma looked at her, clearly exasperated.
"He's not dressed."
 
She poked Starbuck in the ribs. 
" He can't fly a Viper without the proper attire."
"I can dress fast!" Starbuck yelped. 
"I've had lots of practice escaping from angry husbands and boyfriends!"
Baltar paused. Siress Tinia? Yes, yes, now it came back to him. 
The woman who had been with Adama when he had the Council at his mercy. 
The successors to a bickering bunch of bureauticians led by Adar who had seemed the 
most simple of all. 
Yet, it was Adar who had appointed him as the Liaison to the Cylon Empire, praising 
Baltar's diplomacy and persuasiveness. 
And he had believed it.
In retrospect, it now seemed like Adar and the Council had just duped the new guy on the 
Council.
"Are you going to stand there all day?" Adency, they started for the Officers' Club door.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Shaula cried, refusing to release Starbuck. 
The other pilots froze. 
Giles moaned 
he had almost been the first one out.
"What's wrong now?" Yuuma looked at her, clearly exasperated.
"He's not dressed."
 
She poked Starbuck in the ribs. 
" He can't fly a Viper without the proper attire."
"I can dress fast!" Starbuck yelped. 
"I've had lots of practice escaping from angry husbands and boyfriends!"
Baltar paused. Siress Tinia? Yes, yes, now it came back to him. 
The woman who had been with Adama when he had the Council at his mercy. 
The successors to a bickering bunch of bureauticians led by Adar who had seemed the 
most simple of all. 
Yet, it was Adar who had appointed him as the Liaison to the Cylon Empire, praising 
Baltar's diplomacy and persuasiveness. 
And he had believed it.
In retrospect, it now seemed like Adar and the Council had just duped the new guy on the 
Council.
"Are you going to stand there all day?" Adency, they started for the Officers' Club door.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Shaula cried, refusing to release Starbuck. 
The other pilots froze. 
Giles moaned 
he had almost been the first one out.
"What's wrong now?" Yuuma looked at her, clearly exasperated.
"He's not dressed."
 
She poked Starbuck in the ribs. 
" He can't fly a Viper without the proper attire."
"I can dress fast!" Starbuck yelped. 
"I've had lots of practice escaping from angry husbands and boyfriends!"
Baltar paused. Siress Tinia? Yes, yes, now it came back to him. 
The woman who had been with Adama when he had the Council at his mercy. 
The successors to a bickering bunch of bureauticians led by Adar who had seemed the 
most simple of all. 
Yet, it was Adar who had appointed him as the Liaison to the Cylon Empire, praising 
Baltar's diplomacy and persuasiveness. 
And he had believed it.
In retrospect, it now seemed like Adar and the Council had just duped the new guy on the 
Council.
"Are you going to stand there all day?" Adency, they started for the Officers' Club door.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Shaula cried, refusing to release Starbuck. 
The other pilots froze. 
Giles moaned 
he had almost been the first one out.
"What's wrong now?" Yuuma looked at her, clearly exasperated.
"He's not dressed."
 
She poked Starbuck in the ribs. 
" He can't fly a Viper without the proper attire."
"I can dress fast!" Starbuck yelped. 
"I've had lots of practice escaping from angry husbands and boyfriends!"
Baltar paused. Siress Tinia? Yes, yes, now it came back to him. 
The woman who had been with Adama when he had the Council at his mercy. 
The successors to a bickering bunch of bureauticians led by Adar who had seemed the 
most simple of all. 
Yet, it was Adar who had appointed him as the Liaison to the Cylon Empire, praising 
Baltar's diplomacy and persuasiveness. 
And he had believed it.
In retrospect, it now seemed like Adar and the Council had just duped the new guy on the 
Council.
"Are you going to stand there all day?" Adency, they started for the Officers' Club door.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Shaula cried, refusing to release Starbuck. 
The other pilots froze. 
Giles moaned 
he had almost been the first one out.
"What's wrong now?" Yuuma looked at her, clearly exasperated.
"He's not dressed."
 
She poked Starbuck in the ribs. 
" He can't fly a Viper without the proper attire."
"I can dress fast!" Starbuck yelped. 
"I've had lots of practice escaping from angry husbands and boyfriends!"
Baltar paused. Siress Tinia? Yes, yes, now it came back to him. 
The woman who had been with Adama when he had the Council at his mercy. 
The successors to a bickering bunch of bureauticians led by Adar who had seemed the 
most simple of all. 
Yet, it was Adar who had appointed him as the Liaison to the Cylon Empire, praising 
Baltar's diplomacy and persuasiveness. 
And he had believed it.
In retrospect, it now seemed like Adar and the Council had just duped the new guy on the 
Council.
"Are you going to stand there all day?" Adma asked, his voice brittle. 
"I'm only saying that as a representative of the people, I must put my own desires aside, and do 
what is best for them. As should you, Adama." 
"Well, you've had a little more time to get used to the idea, Tinia. You alone seem to have been 
aware of Adar's plan all along. And obviously condoned it." Adama shot back, his sense of 
personal injustice far surpassing all else. 
"Now, now . . ." Uri soothed him. "Unfortunately, Siress Tinia is correct. A grave injustice has 
been done regarding Baltar, and I for one believe that instead of sending him back to the Cylons, 
we should welcome him back to our fold. We have much to atone for really." 
Baltar narrowed his eyes, not expecting this. Not at all. He glanced at Adama who looked 
strangely resigned, but as to what . . . 
"And our President and military leader was mislead and betrayed by Adar, making him look like 
an utter fool." Uri smiled slightly. "How does it feel, Adama?"  
"Go on, Uri. Get it over with." Adamama asked, in his deep growl.
"Where are the Warriors?" Baltar responded, suspicious that Adama was alone.
"The Warriors?"
"Yes, the forces you command, remember?" Baltar permitted himself a smile at Adama's 
unease. "I didn't detect any Vipers launched and you don't seem to be accompanied by the 
ever annoying trio."
"They're busy," Adama muttered.
"All of them?" Baltar rocked back on his heels rather enjoying the moment. 
"You permitted your entire Warrior force to attend a pyramid game? How unwise."
"Do you want to hear what Siress Tinia has to say or not?"
"Why not?" Baltar shrugged. "I could use a laugh." As Adama escorted him through the 
Galactica's corridors, Baltar checked his chronometer.
 
Tinia paced the Council chambers silently rehearsing the best way to tell Adama and 
Baltar of President Adar's plan. ; 
It had been for the overall good of the Colonies, Adar had promised her, his assistant in 
the matter. ; 
While Adar had impressed upon her that only enough information had beeama asked, in his deep growl.
"Where are the Warriors?" Baltar responded, suspicious that Adama was alone.
"The Warriors?"
"Yes, the forces you command, remember?" Baltar permitted himself a smile at Adama's 
unease. "I didn't detect any Vipers launched and you don't seem to be accompanied by the 
ever annoying trio."
"They're busy," Adama muttered.
"All of them?" Baltar rocked back on his heels rather enjoying the moment. 
"You permitted your entire Warrior force to attend a pyramid game? How unwise."
"Do you want to hear what Siress Tinia has to say or not?"
"Why not?" Baltar shrugged. "I could use a laugh." As Adama escorted him through the 
Galactica's corridors, Baltar checked his chronometer.
 
Tinia paced the Council chambers silently rehearsing the best way to tell Adama and 
Baltar of President Adar's plan. ; 
It had been for the overall good of the Colonies, Adar had promised her, his assistant in 
the matter. ; 
While Adar had impressed upon her that only enough information had beeama asked, in his deep growl.
"Where are the Warriors?" Baltar responded, suspicious that Adama was alone.
"The Warriors?"
"Yes, the forces you command, remember?" Baltar permitted himself a smile at Adama's 
unease. "I didn't detect any Vipers launched and you don't seem to be accompanied by the 
ever annoying trio."
"They're busy," Adama muttered.
"All of them?" Baltar rocked back on his heels rather enjoying the moment. 
"You permitted your entire Warrior force to attend a pyramid game? How unwise."
"Do you want to hear what Siress Tinia has to say or not?"
"Why not?" Baltar shrugged. "I could use a laugh." As Adama escorted him through the 
Galactica's corridors, Baltar checked his chronometer.
 
Tinia paced the Council chambers silently rehearsing the best way to tell Adama and 
Baltar of President Adar's plan. ; 
It had been for the overall good of the Colonies, Adar had promised her, his assistant in 
the matter. ; 
While Adar had impressed upon her that only enough information had beeama asked, in his deep growl.
"Where are the Warriors?" Baltar responded, suspicious that Adama was alone.
"The Warriors?"
"Yes, the forces you command, remember?" Baltar permitted himself a smile at Adama's 
unease. "I didn't detect any Vipers launched and you don't seem to be accompanied by the 
ever annoying trio."
"They're busy," Adama muttered.
"All of them?" Baltar rocked back on his heels rather enjoying the moment. 
"You permitted your entire Warrior force to attend a pyramid game? How unwise."
"Do you want to hear what Siress Tinia has to say or not?"
"Why not?" Baltar shrugged. "I could use a laugh." As Adama escorted him through the 
Galactica's corridors, Baltar checked his chronometer.
 
Tinia paced the Council chambers silently rehearsing the best way to tell Adama and 
Baltar of President Adar's plan. ; 
It had been for the overall good of the Colonies, Adar had promised her, his assistant in 
the matter. ; 
While Adar had impressed upon her that only enough information had beeama asked, in his deep growl.
"Where are the Warriors?" Baltar responded, suspicious that Adama was alone.
"The Warriors?"
"Yes, the forces you command, remember?" Baltar permitted himself a smile at Adama's 
unease. "I didn't detect any Vipers launched and you don't seem to be accompanied by the 
ever annoying trio."
"They're busy," Adama muttered.
"All of them?" Baltar rocked back on his heels rather enjoying the moment. 
"You permitted your entire Warrior force to attend a pyramid game? How unwise."
"Do you want to hear what Siress Tinia has to say or not?"
"Why not?" Baltar shrugged. "I could use a laugh." As Adama escorted him through the 
Galactica's corridors, Baltar checked his chronometer.
 
Tinia paced the Council chambers silently rehearsing the best way to tell Adama and 
Baltar of President Adar's plan. ; 
It had been for the overall good of the Colonies, Adar had promised her, his assistant in 
the matter. ; 
While Adar had impressed upon her that only enough information had beeama asked, in his deep growl.
"Where are the Warriors?" Baltar responded, suspicious that Adama was alone.
"The Warriors?"
"Yes, the forces you command, remember?" Baltar permitted himself a smile at Adama's 
unease. "I didn't detect any Vipers launched and you don't seem to be accompanied by the 
ever annoying trio."
"They're busy," Adama muttered.
"All of them?" Baltar rocked back on his heels rather enjoying the moment. 
"You permitted your entire Warrior force to attend a pyramid game? How unwise."
"Do you want to hear what Siress Tinia has to say or not?"
"Why not?" Baltar shrugged. "I could use a laugh." As Adama escorted him through the 
Galactica's corridors, Baltar checked his chronometer.
 
Tinia paced the Council chambers silently rehearsing the best way to tell Adama and 
Baltar of President Adar's plan. ; 
It had been for the overall good of the Colonies, Adar had promised her, his assistant in 
the matter. ; 
While Adar had impressed upon her that only enough information had beea replied evenly. 
"What we need, ladies and gentlemen, is what our people refer to as a 'fall guy'. Someone to take 
the blame, and the punishment, for this unseemly disaster." Uri's face dropped solemnly as he 
moved to stand behind Adama's chair. However, his eyes flashed malignantly. "I believe if we had 
your resignation from both the Council and your command of the Galactica, that we could avoid 
any discussion of possible incarceration, Adama." 
Adama glanced up at Tinia, but she refused to meet his eyes. He saw her wipe a tear away 
surreptitiously. "I see." 
"I believe you do." Uri smiled. "Shall we take a vote? All in favour?" 
Ten hands around the small office reluctantly went up, one after the other. Baltar merely sat there 
shaking his head in disbelief. 
"I believe the motion is carried." Uri smiled, and with a swish of his robes, he departed, the others 
not far behind him. Tinia paused at the door, still not able to meet Adama's eyes, then turned on 
her heel and left. 
"Adama . n given to 
select individuals based on their need to know, she had thought that as members of the 
Council, Adama and Baltar had known the full extent of Adar's plan and had been acting 
in concert with the Council's plan.
Yet as Adama had gathered the Fleet and started their voyage, it had dawned on her that 
Adar had not fully briefed Adama. ; As she had been held on that shuttle as Baltar's 
hostage, it had become clear to her that Baltar had been just as uninformed as Adama of 
Adar's scheme.
Since the Destruction, both men had been at each other throats, sometimes quite literally, 
suspecting the other of wrongdoing.  They had neither the motivation nor time to sit 
down and actually talk with each other, to share information, to put the pieces of the 
puzzle together.
She had no doubt they would take the news very, very badly.
If only Yuuma and his insurgents hadn't taken the Officers' Club. 
If only the IFB hadn't been there filming the pyramid game. 
If only they hadn't stopped at Protn given to 
select individuals based on their need to know, she had thought that as members of the 
Council, Adama and Baltar had known the full extent of Adar's plan and had been acting 
in concert with the Council's plan.
Yet as Adama had gathered the Fleet and started their voyage, it had dawned on her that 
Adar had not fully briefed Adama. ; As she had been held on that shuttle as Baltar's 
hostage, it had become clear to her that Baltar had been just as uninformed as Adama of 
Adar's scheme.
Since the Destruction, both men had been at each other throats, sometimes quite literally, 
suspecting the other of wrongdoing.  They had neither the motivation nor time to sit 
down and actually talk with each other, to share information, to put the pieces of the 
puzzle together.
She had no doubt they would take the news very, very badly.
If only Yuuma and his insurgents hadn't taken the Officers' Club. 
If only the IFB hadn't been there filming the pyramid game. 
If only they hadn't stopped at Protn given to 
select individuals based on their need to know, she had thought that as members of the 
Council, Adama and Baltar had known the full extent of Adar's plan and had been acting 
in concert with the Council's plan.
Yet as Adama had gathered the Fleet and started their voyage, it had dawned on her that 
Adar had not fully briefed Adama. ; As she had been held on that shuttle as Baltar's 
hostage, it had become clear to her that Baltar had been just as uninformed as Adama of 
Adar's scheme.
Since the Destruction, both men had been at each other throats, sometimes quite literally, 
suspecting the other of wrongdoing.  They had neither the motivation nor time to sit 
down and actually talk with each other, to share information, to put the pieces of the 
puzzle together.
She had no doubt they would take the news very, very badly.
If only Yuuma and his insurgents hadn't taken the Officers' Club. 
If only the IFB hadn't been there filming the pyramid game. 
If only they hadn't stopped at Protn given to 
select individuals based on their need to know, she had thought that as members of the 
Council, Adama and Baltar had known the full extent of Adar's plan and had been acting 
in concert with the Council's plan.
Yet as Adama had gathered the Fleet and started their voyage, it had dawned on her that 
Adar had not fully briefed Adama. ; As she had been held on that shuttle as Baltar's 
hostage, it had become clear to her that Baltar had been just as uninformed as Adama of 
Adar's scheme.
Since the Destruction, both men had been at each other throats, sometimes quite literally, 
suspecting the other of wrongdoing.  They had neither the motivation nor time to sit 
down and actually talk with each other, to share information, to put the pieces of the 
puzzle together.
She had no doubt they would take the news very, very badly.
If only Yuuma and his insurgents hadn't taken the Officers' Club. 
If only the IFB hadn't been there filming the pyramid game. 
If only they hadn't stopped at Protn given to 
select individuals based on their need to know, she had thought that as members of the 
Council, Adama and Baltar had known the full extent of Adar's plan and had been acting 
in concert with the Council's plan.
Yet as Adama had gathered the Fleet and started their voyage, it had dawned on her that 
Adar had not fully briefed Adama. ; As she had been held on that shuttle as Baltar's 
hostage, it had become clear to her that Baltar had been just as uninformed as Adama of 
Adar's scheme.
Since the Destruction, both men had been at each other throats, sometimes quite literally, 
suspecting the other of wrongdoing.  They had neither the motivation nor time to sit 
down and actually talk with each other, to share information, to put the pieces of the 
puzzle together.
She had no doubt they would take the news very, very badly.
If only Yuuma and his insurgents hadn't taken the Officers' Club. 
If only the IFB hadn't been there filming the pyramid game. 
If only they hadn't stopped at Protn given to 
select individuals based on their need to know, she had thought that as members of the 
Council, Adama and Baltar had known the full extent of Adar's plan and had been acting 
in concert with the Council's plan.
Yet as Adama had gathered the Fleet and started their voyage, it had dawned on her that 
Adar had not fully briefed Adama. ; As she had been held on that shuttle as Baltar's 
hostage, it had become clear to her that Baltar had been just as uninformed as Adama of 
Adar's scheme.
Since the Destruction, both men had been at each other throats, sometimes quite literally, 
suspecting the other of wrongdoing.  They had neither the motivation nor time to sit 
down and actually talk with each other, to share information, to put the pieces of the 
puzzle together.
She had no doubt they would take the news very, very badly.
If only Yuuma and his insurgents hadn't taken the Officers' Club. 
If only the IFB hadn't been there filming the pyramid game. 
If only they hadn't stopped at Prot. ." Baltar pulled his feet off the desk, and sat forward. 
"Not now, Baltar . . ." Adama whispered, sinking heavily into his chair. "Not now . . ." 
"But Lucifer . . ." 
"That's not my concern any longer"
======================================================
Part 58
Dr. Zee appeared behind Adama. "Don't worry. I have everything under control."
Batlar frowned. "Who is this creepy kid?" The eyes of Dr. Zee turned red.
======================================================
Part 59
"I don't know," Adama shrugged, studying the red eyes, and calling for
Security. "But it's obvious he made it to the brandy before us."
======================================================
Part 60
"But wait..." Adama put a hand to his face and stared blankly for a moment.
"Who snuck into my quarters as I was sleeping and glued daggit fur to my
face? Someone needs to go to the brig for insubordination..."

Dr. Zee grinned evilly.
======================================================
Part 61
Adama yelled, "And Geus. 
If only Croad hadn't received Adar's transmission. 
If only she could walk out the nearest airlock and avoid Adama's wrath. 
If only... .
Part 38 - Lisa Zara
Adama and Baltar entered the Council chambers together, yet taking undue care to 
distance themselves from each other physically as they passed through the doors.  
With a slight smile, Tinia noticed how both men refused to cede ground to the other, so 
instead they each opened a door to accommodate two men passing through the 
entranceway consecutively.  
In some ways it reminded her more of two small boys battling, then two bureauticians 
and military commanders preparing for a meeting.
"I thank you both for coming." Tinia nodded towards them, motioning towards two chairs 
that she had purposely pulled out.  
Baltar headed for one, and began to sit, however, Adama shook his head.
"I'd prefer to stand." The Galactica commander stated.
Baltar then hesitated and sighed - as though not wanting to be at a perceived 
disadvantage.  
Heus. 
If only Croad hadn't received Adar's transmission. 
If only she could walk out the nearest airlock and avoid Adama's wrath. 
If only... .
Part 38 - Lisa Zara
Adama and Baltar entered the Council chambers together, yet taking undue care to 
distance themselves from each other physically as they passed through the doors.  
With a slight smile, Tinia noticed how both men refused to cede ground to the other, so 
instead they each opened a door to accommodate two men passing through the 
entranceway consecutively.  
In some ways it reminded her more of two small boys battling, then two bureauticians 
and military commanders preparing for a meeting.
"I thank you both for coming." Tinia nodded towards them, motioning towards two chairs 
that she had purposely pulled out.  
Baltar headed for one, and began to sit, however, Adama shook his head.
"I'd prefer to stand." The Galactica commander stated.
Baltar then hesitated and sighed - as though not wanting to be at a perceived 
disadvantage.  
Heus. 
If only Croad hadn't received Adar's transmission. 
If only she could walk out the nearest airlock and avoid Adama's wrath. 
If only... .
Part 38 - Lisa Zara
Adama and Baltar entered the Council chambers together, yet taking undue care to 
distance themselves from each other physically as they passed through the doors.  
With a slight smile, Tinia noticed how both men refused to cede ground to the other, so 
instead they each opened a door to accommodate two men passing through the 
entranceway consecutively.  
In some ways it reminded her more of two small boys battling, then two bureauticians 
and military commanders preparing for a meeting.
"I thank you both for coming." Tinia nodded towards them, motioning towards two chairs 
that she had purposely pulled out.  
Baltar headed for one, and began to sit, however, Adama shook his head.
"I'd prefer to stand." The Galactica commander stated.
Baltar then hesitated and sighed - as though not wanting to be at a perceived 
disadvantage.  
Heus. 
If only Croad hadn't received Adar's transmission. 
If only she could walk out the nearest airlock and avoid Adama's wrath. 
If only... .
Part 38 - Lisa Zara
Adama and Baltar entered the Council chambers together, yet taking undue care to 
distance themselves from each other physically as they passed through the doors.  
With a slight smile, Tinia noticed how both men refused to cede ground to the other, so 
instead they each opened a door to accommodate two men passing through the 
entranceway consecutively.  
In some ways it reminded her more of two small boys battling, then two bureauticians 
and military commanders preparing for a meeting.
"I thank you both for coming." Tinia nodded towards them, motioning towards two chairs 
that she had purposely pulled out.  
Baltar headed for one, and began to sit, however, Adama shook his head.
"I'd prefer to stand." The Galactica commander stated.
Baltar then hesitated and sighed - as though not wanting to be at a perceived 
disadvantage.  
Heus. 
If only Croad hadn't received Adar's transmission. 
If only she could walk out the nearest airlock and avoid Adama's wrath. 
If only... .
Part 38 - Lisa Zara
Adama and Baltar entered the Council chambers together, yet taking undue care to 
distance themselves from each other physically as they passed through the doors.  
With a slight smile, Tinia noticed how both men refused to cede ground to the other, so 
instead they each opened a door to accommodate two men passing through the 
entranceway consecutively.  
In some ways it reminded her more of two small boys battling, then two bureauticians 
and military commanders preparing for a meeting.
"I thank you both for coming." Tinia nodded towards them, motioning towards two chairs 
that she had purposely pulled out.  
Baltar headed for one, and began to sit, however, Adama shook his head.
"I'd prefer to stand." The Galactica commander stated.
Baltar then hesitated and sighed - as though not wanting to be at a perceived 
disadvantage.  
Heus. 
If only Croad hadn't received Adar's transmission. 
If only she could walk out the nearest airlock and avoid Adama's wrath. 
If only... .
Part 38 - Lisa Zara
Adama and Baltar entered the Council chambers together, yet taking undue care to 
distance themselves from each other physically as they passed through the doors.  
With a slight smile, Tinia noticed how both men refused to cede ground to the other, so 
instead they each opened a door to accommodate two men passing through the 
entranceway consecutively.  
In some ways it reminded her more of two small boys battling, then two bureauticians 
and military commanders preparing for a meeting.
"I thank you both for coming." Tinia nodded towards them, motioning towards two chairs 
that she had purposely pulled out.  
Baltar headed for one, and began to sit, however, Adama shook his head.
"I'd prefer to stand." The Galactica commander stated.
Baltar then hesitated and sighed - as though not wanting to be at a perceived 
disadvantage.  
Het Me A Doctor!!!!"

<over the PA system>  "Calling Dr. Howard, Dr. Fine, Dr. Howard. Calling
Dr. Howard, Dr. Fine, Dr. Howard."

Dr. Howard: "Helloooooooo"

Dr. Fine: "Helloooooooooooooooo"

Curly Joe: "Hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

All three in unison.  "Hello."

Adama was really puzzled as three people zoomed into the room singing. "Who
are you?"

The chubby, bald one spoke first. "Why, I'm Curly Joe. Dr. Howard, not this
Dr. Howard, but the other Dr. Howard, was unable to make it today. You
see..."

Moe konked Joe on the top of his head, Joe's head that is.

"Oopf." Joe put his hand on his head.

"Shut up. I'm the boss here." The man with the black hair turned to Adama.
"I'm Moe."

The curly hair dude, not Curly Joe, but the guy with the curly hair
interrupted. "I'm Larry."

Moe turned around and slapped Larry in the face.

"Hey."

"Quiet," Moe growled. "You called the doctor. What do you need doctored?"

"Yeah, we doctor good," Joe jumped in.
=====================e remained standing as well, with a nod at Tinia. 
"Siress Tinia."
"Count Baltar." Tinia nodded back, noting his surprise at her choice of words.  
It had been a long time indeed, since anyone had accorded him the use of his title.  
"I appreciate you coming to listen.  
I know the last time you boarded the Galactica, it did not turn out to your satisfaction."
"You have a gift for understatement, Siress." 
Baltar returned, shuddering at his memory of exile on a small planet where his most 
consistent companions had been his resentment and hatred for Adama. 
Hope and good fortune had abandoned him early on.
"I promise you, this time will be different." Tinia vowed.  
"It is time that everyone present knew the truth."
"Which truth is that?" Baltar asked sceptically.
"Yes, please do tell us . . ." A brisk voice from across the room stated.
Adama turned to see Sires Uri, Anton, Montrose, Domra, Feo, Geller, Antipas and 
Siresses Lydia and Tallaya enter the room in a tight group.  
"I see you're ale remained standing as well, with a nod at Tinia. 
"Siress Tinia."
"Count Baltar." Tinia nodded back, noting his surprise at her choice of words.  
It had been a long time indeed, since anyone had accorded him the use of his title.  
"I appreciate you coming to listen.  
I know the last time you boarded the Galactica, it did not turn out to your satisfaction."
"You have a gift for understatement, Siress." 
Baltar returned, shuddering at his memory of exile on a small planet where his most 
consistent companions had been his resentment and hatred for Adama. 
Hope and good fortune had abandoned him early on.
"I promise you, this time will be different." Tinia vowed.  
"It is time that everyone present knew the truth."
"Which truth is that?" Baltar asked sceptically.
"Yes, please do tell us . . ." A brisk voice from across the room stated.
Adama turned to see Sires Uri, Anton, Montrose, Domra, Feo, Geller, Antipas and 
Siresses Lydia and Tallaya enter the room in a tight group.  
"I see you're ale remained standing as well, with a nod at Tinia. 
"Siress Tinia."
"Count Baltar." Tinia nodded back, noting his surprise at her choice of words.  
It had been a long time indeed, since anyone had accorded him the use of his title.  
"I appreciate you coming to listen.  
I know the last time you boarded the Galactica, it did not turn out to your satisfaction."
"You have a gift for understatement, Siress." 
Baltar returned, shuddering at his memory of exile on a small planet where his most 
consistent companions had been his resentment and hatred for Adama. 
Hope and good fortune had abandoned him early on.
"I promise you, this time will be different." Tinia vowed.  
"It is time that everyone present knew the truth."
"Which truth is that?" Baltar asked sceptically.
"Yes, please do tell us . . ." A brisk voice from across the room stated.
Adama turned to see Sires Uri, Anton, Montrose, Domra, Feo, Geller, Antipas and 
Siresses Lydia and Tallaya enter the room in a tight group.  
"I see you're ale remained standing as well, with a nod at Tinia. 
"Siress Tinia."
"Count Baltar." Tinia nodded back, noting his surprise at her choice of words.  
It had been a long time indeed, since anyone had accorded him the use of his title.  
"I appreciate you coming to listen.  
I know the last time you boarded the Galactica, it did not turn out to your satisfaction."
"You have a gift for understatement, Siress." 
Baltar returned, shuddering at his memory of exile on a small planet where his most 
consistent companions had been his resentment and hatred for Adama. 
Hope and good fortune had abandoned him early on.
"I promise you, this time will be different." Tinia vowed.  
"It is time that everyone present knew the truth."
"Which truth is that?" Baltar asked sceptically.
"Yes, please do tell us . . ." A brisk voice from across the room stated.
Adama turned to see Sires Uri, Anton, Montrose, Domra, Feo, Geller, Antipas and 
Siresses Lydia and Tallaya enter the room in a tight group.  
"I see you're ale remained standing as well, with a nod at Tinia. 
"Siress Tinia."
"Count Baltar." Tinia nodded back, noting his surprise at her choice of words.  
It had been a long time indeed, since anyone had accorded him the use of his title.  
"I appreciate you coming to listen.  
I know the last time you boarded the Galactica, it did not turn out to your satisfaction."
"You have a gift for understatement, Siress." 
Baltar returned, shuddering at his memory of exile on a small planet where his most 
consistent companions had been his resentment and hatred for Adama. 
Hope and good fortune had abandoned him early on.
"I promise you, this time will be different." Tinia vowed.  
"It is time that everyone present knew the truth."
"Which truth is that?" Baltar asked sceptically.
"Yes, please do tell us . . ." A brisk voice from across the room stated.
Adama turned to see Sires Uri, Anton, Montrose, Domra, Feo, Geller, Antipas and 
Siresses Lydia and Tallaya enter the room in a tight group.  
"I see you're ale remained standing as well, with a nod at Tinia. 
"Siress Tinia."
"Count Baltar." Tinia nodded back, noting his surprise at her choice of words.  
It had been a long time indeed, since anyone had accorded him the use of his title.  
"I appreciate you coming to listen.  
I know the last time you boarded the Galactica, it did not turn out to your satisfaction."
"You have a gift for understatement, Siress." 
Baltar returned, shuddering at his memory of exile on a small planet where his most 
consistent companions had been his resentment and hatred for Adama. 
Hope and good fortune had abandoned him early on.
"I promise you, this time will be different." Tinia vowed.  
"It is time that everyone present knew the truth."
"Which truth is that?" Baltar asked sceptically.
"Yes, please do tell us . . ." A brisk voice from across the room stated.
Adama turned to see Sires Uri, Anton, Montrose, Domra, Feo, Geller, Antipas and 
Siresses Lydia and Tallaya enter the room in a tight group.  
"I see you're al=================================
Part 62
"All right, obviously someone here has just had a psychotic break,"
reflected Adama, "and I'm... very much afraid that *I* did. What *were*
Baltar and I drinking?!"
======================================================
Part 63
Omega ran his hands through his hair. The fleet had gone mad. The Colonel
was being held hostage in the Officers' Club but some nut. The IFB was
broadcasting this and of course every ship in the fleet was desperately
trying to contact Commander Adama. Adama had been called into some
emergency Council meeting. Baltar was supposedly meeting with Adama about
the squadrons of Cylon raiders waiting and now some sparkly-headed Cylon
calling himself Lucifer was requesting landing clearance.

"I didn't sign up for this!" Omega whimpered. "I'm just the communications
guy! Who is in charge here?!"

***

"What? I'm needed on the bridge!" Athena protested, shaking off Yuuma.

"Someone else can do the 'Launch Vipers when ready.' stuff,l here."
"Eleven of twelve, Adama.  
Good enough to proceed." Uri replied, trying to recall who was missing.  
It eluded him for the moment.
I'd be happy to fill in," Baltar said with a smile.  
"After all, I never officially gave up my original seat on the Quorum." He fingered his 
medallion.
"Traitor!" Montrose hissed.  
"Things won't go so well for you this time, Baltar!"
"Enough!" Tinia snapped.  
"Baltar is here under a flag of truce.  
At one time that used to mean something to our people."
"Many things were different before this maggot infested vermin . . ." Anton winced, 
"Pardon me, did I say that out loud?." 
He glanced back at Baltar before continuing, "before Baltar betrayed the Colonies and 
brought about the destruction of our civilization."
"Well, then that's the first thing you need to know." Tinia informed them.  
"Baltar did not betray the Colonies.  
They are quite intact--as illustrated on the recovered data crystals. 
Baltar was following President Adar's orders to the l here."
"Eleven of twelve, Adama.  
Good enough to proceed." Uri replied, trying to recall who was missing.  
It eluded him for the moment.
I'd be happy to fill in," Baltar said with a smile.  
"After all, I never officially gave up my original seat on the Quorum." He fingered his 
medallion.
"Traitor!" Montrose hissed.  
"Things won't go so well for you this time, Baltar!"
"Enough!" Tinia snapped.  
"Baltar is here under a flag of truce.  
At one time that used to mean something to our people."
"Many things were different before this maggot infested vermin . . ." Anton winced, 
"Pardon me, did I say that out loud?." 
He glanced back at Baltar before continuing, "before Baltar betrayed the Colonies and 
brought about the destruction of our civilization."
"Well, then that's the first thing you need to know." Tinia informed them.  
"Baltar did not betray the Colonies.  
They are quite intact--as illustrated on the recovered data crystals. 
Baltar was following President Adar's orders to the l here."
"Eleven of twelve, Adama.  
Good enough to proceed." Uri replied, trying to recall who was missing.  
It eluded him for the moment.
I'd be happy to fill in," Baltar said with a smile.  
"After all, I never officially gave up my original seat on the Quorum." He fingered his 
medallion.
"Traitor!" Montrose hissed.  
"Things won't go so well for you this time, Baltar!"
"Enough!" Tinia snapped.  
"Baltar is here under a flag of truce.  
At one time that used to mean something to our people."
"Many things were different before this maggot infested vermin . . ." Anton winced, 
"Pardon me, did I say that out loud?." 
He glanced back at Baltar before continuing, "before Baltar betrayed the Colonies and 
brought about the destruction of our civilization."
"Well, then that's the first thing you need to know." Tinia informed them.  
"Baltar did not betray the Colonies.  
They are quite intact--as illustrated on the recovered data crystals. 
Baltar was following President Adar's orders to the l here."
"Eleven of twelve, Adama.  
Good enough to proceed." Uri replied, trying to recall who was missing.  
It eluded him for the moment.
I'd be happy to fill in," Baltar said with a smile.  
"After all, I never officially gave up my original seat on the Quorum." He fingered his 
medallion.
"Traitor!" Montrose hissed.  
"Things won't go so well for you this time, Baltar!"
"Enough!" Tinia snapped.  
"Baltar is here under a flag of truce.  
At one time that used to mean something to our people."
"Many things were different before this maggot infested vermin . . ." Anton winced, 
"Pardon me, did I say that out loud?." 
He glanced back at Baltar before continuing, "before Baltar betrayed the Colonies and 
brought about the destruction of our civilization."
"Well, then that's the first thing you need to know." Tinia informed them.  
"Baltar did not betray the Colonies.  
They are quite intact--as illustrated on the recovered data crystals. 
Baltar was following President Adar's orders to the l here."
"Eleven of twelve, Adama.  
Good enough to proceed." Uri replied, trying to recall who was missing.  
It eluded him for the moment.
I'd be happy to fill in," Baltar said with a smile.  
"After all, I never officially gave up my original seat on the Quorum." He fingered his 
medallion.
"Traitor!" Montrose hissed.  
"Things won't go so well for you this time, Baltar!"
"Enough!" Tinia snapped.  
"Baltar is here under a flag of truce.  
At one time that used to mean something to our people."
"Many things were different before this maggot infested vermin . . ." Anton winced, 
"Pardon me, did I say that out loud?." 
He glanced back at Baltar before continuing, "before Baltar betrayed the Colonies and 
brought about the destruction of our civilization."
"Well, then that's the first thing you need to know." Tinia informed them.  
"Baltar did not betray the Colonies.  
They are quite intact--as illustrated on the recovered data crystals. 
Baltar was following President Adar's orders to the l here."
"Eleven of twelve, Adama.  
Good enough to proceed." Uri replied, trying to recall who was missing.  
It eluded him for the moment.
I'd be happy to fill in," Baltar said with a smile.  
"After all, I never officially gave up my original seat on the Quorum." He fingered his 
medallion.
"Traitor!" Montrose hissed.  
"Things won't go so well for you this time, Baltar!"
"Enough!" Tinia snapped.  
"Baltar is here under a flag of truce.  
At one time that used to mean something to our people."
"Many things were different before this maggot infested vermin . . ." Anton winced, 
"Pardon me, did I say that out loud?." 
He glanced back at Baltar before continuing, "before Baltar betrayed the Colonies and 
brought about the destruction of our civilization."
"Well, then that's the first thing you need to know." Tinia informed them.  
"Baltar did not betray the Colonies.  
They are quite intact--as illustrated on the recovered data crystals. 
Baltar was following President Adar's orders to the " Yuuma said.

"Is that all you think that I do on the bridge?" Athena huffed and crossed
her arms which made the view of her cleavage that much more fascinating.
The remaining men, Tigh, Zeke, and Yuuma stared at the sight.

"Hey, wait," Apollo protested. "That's my sister you're oogling!"

"Oh, she is, is she?" Yuuma smiled. "Now, if I recall, you're Captain
Apollo, Adama's son which would make her Adama's daughter."

"Good going," Athena said, glaring at Apollo. "Making things worse as usual."

"I did not!" Apollo automatically protested.

"Yes, you did," Cassie said.

"You certainly did," Adultress agreed.

"I have to concur." Tigh nodded.

Outnumbered, Apollo looked as if he wanted to hide under the bar.

"So, just what do you plan to do with her?" Shaula asked Yuuma.

***

In his office, Adama handed Baltar the second - or was it the third? -
bottle of Taurean brandy. He had thought President Adar was his friend, had
integrity, had trusted him, and now, he discovered he had letter."   
Baltar suddenly felt lightheaded as they all stared at him in astonishment and scepticism.  
He sat down heavily on the Council chair, disbelieving that he had heard a member of the 
newly appointed Council of Twelve support him. 
"It's true.  I was to convince the Cylons that we had all our military forces either at the 
gathering for the signing of the Armistice, or far enough away that they would be 
redundant to the attack.  
But it was not so . . . or at least I believed that to be the case . . . at first."   
"Adar had planned a counterattack." Tinia nodded.  
"While the Galactica rerouted to Caprica, our surviving battlestars made to rendezvous 
with the rest of the Fleet. 
The rest of our military forces.  
Every battlecruiser, fighter, warship in the Star System."   
"But there were no other surviving Battlestars!" Adama cried.    
"The Atlantia was a necessary sacrifice, Adama.  
We knew that the President's ship would be the first target.  
It was the decisive victory thletter."   
Baltar suddenly felt lightheaded as they all stared at him in astonishment and scepticism.  
He sat down heavily on the Council chair, disbelieving that he had heard a member of the 
newly appointed Council of Twelve support him. 
"It's true.  I was to convince the Cylons that we had all our military forces either at the 
gathering for the signing of the Armistice, or far enough away that they would be 
redundant to the attack.  
But it was not so . . . or at least I believed that to be the case . . . at first."   
"Adar had planned a counterattack." Tinia nodded.  
"While the Galactica rerouted to Caprica, our surviving battlestars made to rendezvous 
with the rest of the Fleet. 
The rest of our military forces.  
Every battlecruiser, fighter, warship in the Star System."   
"But there were no other surviving Battlestars!" Adama cried.    
"The Atlantia was a necessary sacrifice, Adama.  
We knew that the President's ship would be the first target.  
It was the decisive victory thletter."   
Baltar suddenly felt lightheaded as they all stared at him in astonishment and scepticism.  
He sat down heavily on the Council chair, disbelieving that he had heard a member of the 
newly appointed Council of Twelve support him. 
"It's true.  I was to convince the Cylons that we had all our military forces either at the 
gathering for the signing of the Armistice, or far enough away that they would be 
redundant to the attack.  
But it was not so . . . or at least I believed that to be the case . . . at first."   
"Adar had planned a counterattack." Tinia nodded.  
"While the Galactica rerouted to Caprica, our surviving battlestars made to rendezvous 
with the rest of the Fleet. 
The rest of our military forces.  
Every battlecruiser, fighter, warship in the Star System."   
"But there were no other surviving Battlestars!" Adama cried.    
"The Atlantia was a necessary sacrifice, Adama.  
We knew that the President's ship would be the first target.  
It was the decisive victory thletter."   
Baltar suddenly felt lightheaded as they all stared at him in astonishment and scepticism.  
He sat down heavily on the Council chair, disbelieving that he had heard a member of the 
newly appointed Council of Twelve support him. 
"It's true.  I was to convince the Cylons that we had all our military forces either at the 
gathering for the signing of the Armistice, or far enough away that they would be 
redundant to the attack.  
But it was not so . . . or at least I believed that to be the case . . . at first."   
"Adar had planned a counterattack." Tinia nodded.  
"While the Galactica rerouted to Caprica, our surviving battlestars made to rendezvous 
with the rest of the Fleet. 
The rest of our military forces.  
Every battlecruiser, fighter, warship in the Star System."   
"But there were no other surviving Battlestars!" Adama cried.    
"The Atlantia was a necessary sacrifice, Adama.  
We knew that the President's ship would be the first target.  
It was the decisive victory thletter."   
Baltar suddenly felt lightheaded as they all stared at him in astonishment and scepticism.  
He sat down heavily on the Council chair, disbelieving that he had heard a member of the 
newly appointed Council of Twelve support him. 
"It's true.  I was to convince the Cylons that we had all our military forces either at the 
gathering for the signing of the Armistice, or far enough away that they would be 
redundant to the attack.  
But it was not so . . . or at least I believed that to be the case . . . at first."   
"Adar had planned a counterattack." Tinia nodded.  
"While the Galactica rerouted to Caprica, our surviving battlestars made to rendezvous 
with the rest of the Fleet. 
The rest of our military forces.  
Every battlecruiser, fighter, warship in the Star System."   
"But there were no other surviving Battlestars!" Adama cried.    
"The Atlantia was a necessary sacrifice, Adama.  
We knew that the President's ship would be the first target.  
It was the decisive victory thletter."   
Baltar suddenly felt lightheaded as they all stared at him in astonishment and scepticism.  
He sat down heavily on the Council chair, disbelieving that he had heard a member of the 
newly appointed Council of Twelve support him. 
"It's true.  I was to convince the Cylons that we had all our military forces either at the 
gathering for the signing of the Armistice, or far enough away that they would be 
redundant to the attack.  
But it was not so . . . or at least I believed that to be the case . . . at first."   
"Adar had planned a counterattack." Tinia nodded.  
"While the Galactica rerouted to Caprica, our surviving battlestars made to rendezvous 
with the rest of the Fleet. 
The rest of our military forces.  
Every battlecruiser, fighter, warship in the Star System."   
"But there were no other surviving Battlestars!" Adama cried.    
"The Atlantia was a necessary sacrifice, Adama.  
We knew that the President's ship would be the first target.  
It was the decisive victory thbeen misled...

"I can't believe it. I...was...was..." Baltar moaned, his voice slurred,
handing Adama back the bottle after taking a drink. They had long since
passed the niceties of pouring the brandy in glasses.

"...used..." Adama said, taking the bottle and downing a swallow.

"...manip...mani...mani...manilupated..." "...duped..."

"...fooled..." Baltar took the bottle from Adama. Both men's eyes were
unfocussed as they tried to look at each other. Baltar gave a crooked smile
as they both came to the same conclusion.

"...BETRAYED!..." they chorused.

***
"Dietra, give me back my pants!" Starbuck yelled as the pilots ran down the
corridors toward the launch bays. Starbuck had been retrieving his uniform
en route, but Dietra had been faster when they reached that item of
apparel. "This is not the time to play 'Undress Starbuck!'"

"When will I ever get this chance again?" Dietra called, waving his pants.

======================================================
Part 64
A tall womaat the Cylons needed to distract them from what was truly 
going on around them. 
Thank the nine Lords of Kobol for battle chaos, as it covered much.  
Adar escaped from his flagship at the last centon." Tinia admitted quietly, bowing her 
head in memory of the thousands of men and women who had unwittingly fallen due to a 
bureaucratic and military manoeuvre that necessitated its destruction as a ruse.  
"On return from Caprica, the Galactica did not detect the surviving Battlestars because 
they were beyond your scanner range.  
Adar re-amassed our forces beyond the Old Moon for a direct strike against the planet, 
Cylon."
"Why would Adar purposely  mislead me?  
Have me lead the remains of our people across the galaxy in search of sanctuary, if they 
were mounting a counterattack?" Adama asked incredulously.
"Because he wanted you to find Earth.  
To verify what is written in the Book of The Word.  
As well as act as a much needed decoy to dissuade further attacks against the Colonies." 
Tiat the Cylons needed to distract them from what was truly 
going on around them. 
Thank the nine Lords of Kobol for battle chaos, as it covered much.  
Adar escaped from his flagship at the last centon." Tinia admitted quietly, bowing her 
head in memory of the thousands of men and women who had unwittingly fallen due to a 
bureaucratic and military manoeuvre that necessitated its destruction as a ruse.  
"On return from Caprica, the Galactica did not detect the surviving Battlestars because 
they were beyond your scanner range.  
Adar re-amassed our forces beyond the Old Moon for a direct strike against the planet, 
Cylon."
"Why would Adar purposely  mislead me?  
Have me lead the remains of our people across the galaxy in search of sanctuary, if they 
were mounting a counterattack?" Adama asked incredulously.
"Because he wanted you to find Earth.  
To verify what is written in the Book of The Word.  
As well as act as a much needed decoy to dissuade further attacks against the Colonies." 
Tiat the Cylons needed to distract them from what was truly 
going on around them. 
Thank the nine Lords of Kobol for battle chaos, as it covered much.  
Adar escaped from his flagship at the last centon." Tinia admitted quietly, bowing her 
head in memory of the thousands of men and women who had unwittingly fallen due to a 
bureaucratic and military manoeuvre that necessitated its destruction as a ruse.  
"On return from Caprica, the Galactica did not detect the surviving Battlestars because 
they were beyond your scanner range.  
Adar re-amassed our forces beyond the Old Moon for a direct strike against the planet, 
Cylon."
"Why would Adar purposely  mislead me?  
Have me lead the remains of our people across the galaxy in search of sanctuary, if they 
were mounting a counterattack?" Adama asked incredulously.
"Because he wanted you to find Earth.  
To verify what is written in the Book of The Word.  
As well as act as a much needed decoy to dissuade further attacks against the Colonies." 
Tiat the Cylons needed to distract them from what was truly 
going on around them. 
Thank the nine Lords of Kobol for battle chaos, as it covered much.  
Adar escaped from his flagship at the last centon." Tinia admitted quietly, bowing her 
head in memory of the thousands of men and women who had unwittingly fallen due to a 
bureaucratic and military manoeuvre that necessitated its destruction as a ruse.  
"On return from Caprica, the Galactica did not detect the surviving Battlestars because 
they were beyond your scanner range.  
Adar re-amassed our forces beyond the Old Moon for a direct strike against the planet, 
Cylon."
"Why would Adar purposely  mislead me?  
Have me lead the remains of our people across the galaxy in search of sanctuary, if they 
were mounting a counterattack?" Adama asked incredulously.
"Because he wanted you to find Earth.  
To verify what is written in the Book of The Word.  
As well as act as a much needed decoy to dissuade further attacks against the Colonies." 
Tiat the Cylons needed to distract them from what was truly 
going on around them. 
Thank the nine Lords of Kobol for battle chaos, as it covered much.  
Adar escaped from his flagship at the last centon." Tinia admitted quietly, bowing her 
head in memory of the thousands of men and women who had unwittingly fallen due to a 
bureaucratic and military manoeuvre that necessitated its destruction as a ruse.  
"On return from Caprica, the Galactica did not detect the surviving Battlestars because 
they were beyond your scanner range.  
Adar re-amassed our forces beyond the Old Moon for a direct strike against the planet, 
Cylon."
"Why would Adar purposely  mislead me?  
Have me lead the remains of our people across the galaxy in search of sanctuary, if they 
were mounting a counterattack?" Adama asked incredulously.
"Because he wanted you to find Earth.  
To verify what is written in the Book of The Word.  
As well as act as a much needed decoy to dissuade further attacks against the Colonies." 
Tiat the Cylons needed to distract them from what was truly 
going on around them. 
Thank the nine Lords of Kobol for battle chaos, as it covered much.  
Adar escaped from his flagship at the last centon." Tinia admitted quietly, bowing her 
head in memory of the thousands of men and women who had unwittingly fallen due to a 
bureaucratic and military manoeuvre that necessitated its destruction as a ruse.  
"On return from Caprica, the Galactica did not detect the surviving Battlestars because 
they were beyond your scanner range.  
Adar re-amassed our forces beyond the Old Moon for a direct strike against the planet, 
Cylon."
"Why would Adar purposely  mislead me?  
Have me lead the remains of our people across the galaxy in search of sanctuary, if they 
were mounting a counterattack?" Adama asked incredulously.
"Because he wanted you to find Earth.  
To verify what is written in the Book of The Word.  
As well as act as a much needed decoy to dissuade further attacks against the Colonies." 
Tin with flowing red hair dashed past, stopped suddenly upon
hearing Starbuck's words, laughed "It's *always* time to play 'Undress
Starbuck'!", and grabbed Starbuck's pants away from Dietra. Then she
blinked, looked surprised, and continued, "Oh, sorry. I'm Zellie, from an
alternate universe. I'm not even *in* this storyline, silly writer." She
handed Starbuck's pants back to Dietra. "Carry on!" She ran back the other
way and disappeared.

"Who was that?" asked Dietra. "I don't know a Zellie on GALACTICA."

"I think I wish I did..." Starbuck reflected with a lecherous grin.

"What plant vapors have you been smoking to have a hallucination like that?"

"A hallucination -- that you could also see -- who wants to steal my pants?"

"Yeah," she agreed.

"You want to steal my pants and I'm not hallucinating *you*," Starbuck
pointed out. "So give them back!"

"No." Dietra started running again.

"Frack..." Starbuck sighed, and pursued.

======================================================
nia replied softly.  
"Long had he wanted to launch an exploratory mission to retrace the path of the 
Thirteenth Tribe and prove beyond doubt that the Book of the Word is not the ramblings 
of prophets and mystics, but the Truth.  
The One and Only Truth." Tinia explained, knowing from Adar that he and Adama had 
spent many a centar speaking of such a mission.  
It was the very reason that Adar had selected Adama, knowing he would gravitate 
towards Earth, and would be willing to leave their beloved homeworlds behind. 
 The heart of an explorer . . .  
"Many of our people never received word of our exodus. 
Most weren't meant to.  
Adar's agents made sure that only a small percentage of our population had the means 
and capability to rendezvous with the Galactica.  
At the time, in all the confusion, you believed they were all that remained.  
It was not so."
"And I continued to play into the ruse, agreeing that only a meagre amount of survivors 
could have escaped." 
Baltar mused.  
"But tnia replied softly.  
"Long had he wanted to launch an exploratory mission to retrace the path of the 
Thirteenth Tribe and prove beyond doubt that the Book of the Word is not the ramblings 
of prophets and mystics, but the Truth.  
The One and Only Truth." Tinia explained, knowing from Adar that he and Adama had 
spent many a centar speaking of such a mission.  
It was the very reason that Adar had selected Adama, knowing he would gravitate 
towards Earth, and would be willing to leave their beloved homeworlds behind. 
 The heart of an explorer . . .  
"Many of our people never received word of our exodus. 
Most weren't meant to.  
Adar's agents made sure that only a small percentage of our population had the means 
and capability to rendezvous with the Galactica.  
At the time, in all the confusion, you believed they were all that remained.  
It was not so."
"And I continued to play into the ruse, agreeing that only a meagre amount of survivors 
could have escaped." 
Baltar mused.  
"But tnia replied softly.  
"Long had he wanted to launch an exploratory mission to retrace the path of the 
Thirteenth Tribe and prove beyond doubt that the Book of the Word is not the ramblings 
of prophets and mystics, but the Truth.  
The One and Only Truth." Tinia explained, knowing from Adar that he and Adama had 
spent many a centar speaking of such a mission.  
It was the very reason that Adar had selected Adama, knowing he would gravitate 
towards Earth, and would be willing to leave their beloved homeworlds behind. 
 The heart of an explorer . . .  
"Many of our people never received word of our exodus. 
Most weren't meant to.  
Adar's agents made sure that only a small percentage of our population had the means 
and capability to rendezvous with the Galactica.  
At the time, in all the confusion, you believed they were all that remained.  
It was not so."
"And I continued to play into the ruse, agreeing that only a meagre amount of survivors 
could have escaped." 
Baltar mused.  
"But tnia replied softly.  
"Long had he wanted to launch an exploratory mission to retrace the path of the 
Thirteenth Tribe and prove beyond doubt that the Book of the Word is not the ramblings 
of prophets and mystics, but the Truth.  
The One and Only Truth." Tinia explained, knowing from Adar that he and Adama had 
spent many a centar speaking of such a mission.  
It was the very reason that Adar had selected Adama, knowing he would gravitate 
towards Earth, and would be willing to leave their beloved homeworlds behind. 
 The heart of an explorer . . .  
"Many of our people never received word of our exodus. 
Most weren't meant to.  
Adar's agents made sure that only a small percentage of our population had the means 
and capability to rendezvous with the Galactica.  
At the time, in all the confusion, you believed they were all that remained.  
It was not so."
"And I continued to play into the ruse, agreeing that only a meagre amount of survivors 
could have escaped." 
Baltar mused.  
"But tnia replied softly.  
"Long had he wanted to launch an exploratory mission to retrace the path of the 
Thirteenth Tribe and prove beyond doubt that the Book of the Word is not the ramblings 
of prophets and mystics, but the Truth.  
The One and Only Truth." Tinia explained, knowing from Adar that he and Adama had 
spent many a centar speaking of such a mission.  
It was the very reason that Adar had selected Adama, knowing he would gravitate 
towards Earth, and would be willing to leave their beloved homeworlds behind. 
 The heart of an explorer . . .  
"Many of our people never received word of our exodus. 
Most weren't meant to.  
Adar's agents made sure that only a small percentage of our population had the means 
and capability to rendezvous with the Galactica.  
At the time, in all the confusion, you believed they were all that remained.  
It was not so."
"And I continued to play into the ruse, agreeing that only a meagre amount of survivors 
could have escaped." 
Baltar mused.  
"But tnia replied softly.  
"Long had he wanted to launch an exploratory mission to retrace the path of the 
Thirteenth Tribe and prove beyond doubt that the Book of the Word is not the ramblings 
of prophets and mystics, but the Truth.  
The One and Only Truth." Tinia explained, knowing from Adar that he and Adama had 
spent many a centar speaking of such a mission.  
It was the very reason that Adar had selected Adama, knowing he would gravitate 
towards Earth, and would be willing to leave their beloved homeworlds behind. 
 The heart of an explorer . . .  
"Many of our people never received word of our exodus. 
Most weren't meant to.  
Adar's agents made sure that only a small percentage of our population had the means 
and capability to rendezvous with the Galactica.  
At the time, in all the confusion, you believed they were all that remained.  
It was not so."
"And I continued to play into the ruse, agreeing that only a meagre amount of survivors 
could have escaped." 
Baltar mused.  
"But then I began to believe it.  
I began to believe that Adar's plan had backfired.  
That somehow I had managed to lead the Human Race to ruin." 
He still recalled his absolute horror that instead of being instrumental in destroying the 
Cylons, that he had destroyed the Colonies instead.  
"I had no choice but to pose as a traitor to my people, and pursue this Fleet, in hopes that 
I could somehow turn the tide later." 
Baltar sighed, recalling how he had tried to sway Adama to join with him in attacking 
their enemies while in the ancient Tombs of Kobol.  
However, Adar's ruse had been too convincing.  
Adama believed him to be a traitor . . . and by then, Baltar was believing it himself.  
Intentions do not the man make.  
Results however . . .
"We were both directly deceived by Adar." Adama spoke, his words sounding brittle as 
he looked over to Baltar.  "And everyone else by association."
"Yes, Adama." Tinia replied.  
"Not only did our exodus provide Adar with a chance to discover Earth, thhen I began to believe it.  
I began to believe that Adar's plan had backfired.  
That somehow I had managed to lead the Human Race to ruin." 
He still recalled his absolute horror that instead of being instrumental in destroying the 
Cylons, that he had destroyed the Colonies instead.  
"I had no choice but to pose as a traitor to my people, and pursue this Fleet, in hopes that 
I could somehow turn the tide later." 
Baltar sighed, recalling how he had tried to sway Adama to join with him in attacking 
their enemies while in the ancient Tombs of Kobol.  
However, Adar's ruse had been too convincing.  
Adama believed him to be a traitor . . . and by then, Baltar was believing it himself.  
Intentions do not the man make.  
Results however . . .
"We were both directly deceived by Adar." Adama spoke, his words sounding brittle as 
he looked over to Baltar.  "And everyone else by association."
"Yes, Adama." Tinia replied.  
"Not only did our exodus provide Adar with a chance to discover Earth, thPart 65
Knock knock.

"Who's there?" Baltar called out sing-song from beneath Adama's desk. There
was a fair amount of lint there . . . and some spare change. He pocketed it.

"Komma!" A voice shouted through the hatch, giving testimony to the fact
that the hatch isn't as thick as you may think.

"Komma who?" Adama hollered back, topping up Baltar's glass and sliding it
under the desk to him.

"Komma out here, please. We need some help on the Bridge!"

Adama sighed, lying supine on the floor. "Someone better tell them that I'm
not in charge anymore."

"Well, I don't sink it should . . . hic . . . be me." Baltar replied,
pursing his lips together. "How did I get down here?"

"Gravity." Adama replied.

"Not brandy?"

"One thing I've learned over the yahrens, it's always the gravity of the
situation that we should be paying attention to."

"I need to sink about that."

"Okay."

*

"So, just what do you plan to do with her?" Shaula asked Yuuma again, since
he hadn't answered her hen I began to believe it.  
I began to believe that Adar's plan had backfired.  
That somehow I had managed to lead the Human Race to ruin." 
He still recalled his absolute horror that instead of being instrumental in destroying the 
Cylons, that he had destroyed the Colonies instead.  
"I had no choice but to pose as a traitor to my people, and pursue this Fleet, in hopes that 
I could somehow turn the tide later." 
Baltar sighed, recalling how he had tried to sway Adama to join with him in attacking 
their enemies while in the ancient Tombs of Kobol.  
However, Adar's ruse had been too convincing.  
Adama believed him to be a traitor . . . and by then, Baltar was believing it himself.  
Intentions do not the man make.  
Results however . . .
"We were both directly deceived by Adar." Adama spoke, his words sounding brittle as 
he looked over to Baltar.  "And everyone else by association."
"Yes, Adama." Tinia replied.  
"Not only did our exodus provide Adar with a chance to discover Earth, thhen I began to believe it.  
I began to believe that Adar's plan had backfired.  
That somehow I had managed to lead the Human Race to ruin." 
He still recalled his absolute horror that instead of being instrumental in destroying the 
Cylons, that he had destroyed the Colonies instead.  
"I had no choice but to pose as a traitor to my people, and pursue this Fleet, in hopes that 
I could somehow turn the tide later." 
Baltar sighed, recalling how he had tried to sway Adama to join with him in attacking 
their enemies while in the ancient Tombs of Kobol.  
However, Adar's ruse had been too convincing.  
Adama believed him to be a traitor . . . and by then, Baltar was believing it himself.  
Intentions do not the man make.  
Results however . . .
"We were both directly deceived by Adar." Adama spoke, his words sounding brittle as 
he looked over to Baltar.  "And everyone else by association."
"Yes, Adama." Tinia replied.  
"Not only did our exodus provide Adar with a chance to discover Earth, thhen I began to believe it.  
I began to believe that Adar's plan had backfired.  
That somehow I had managed to lead the Human Race to ruin." 
He still recalled his absolute horror that instead of being instrumental in destroying the 
Cylons, that he had destroyed the Colonies instead.  
"I had no choice but to pose as a traitor to my people, and pursue this Fleet, in hopes that 
I could somehow turn the tide later." 
Baltar sighed, recalling how he had tried to sway Adama to join with him in attacking 
their enemies while in the ancient Tombs of Kobol.  
However, Adar's ruse had been too convincing.  
Adama believed him to be a traitor . . . and by then, Baltar was believing it himself.  
Intentions do not the man make.  
Results however . . .
"We were both directly deceived by Adar." Adama spoke, his words sounding brittle as 
he looked over to Baltar.  "And everyone else by association."
"Yes, Adama." Tinia replied.  
"Not only did our exodus provide Adar with a chance to discover Earth, thhen I began to believe it.  
I began to believe that Adar's plan had backfired.  
That somehow I had managed to lead the Human Race to ruin." 
He still recalled his absolute horror that instead of being instrumental in destroying the 
Cylons, that he had destroyed the Colonies instead.  
"I had no choice but to pose as a traitor to my people, and pursue this Fleet, in hopes that 
I could somehow turn the tide later." 
Baltar sighed, recalling how he had tried to sway Adama to join with him in attacking 
their enemies while in the ancient Tombs of Kobol.  
However, Adar's ruse had been too convincing.  
Adama believed him to be a traitor . . . and by then, Baltar was believing it himself.  
Intentions do not the man make.  
Results however . . .
"We were both directly deceived by Adar." Adama spoke, his words sounding brittle as 
he looked over to Baltar.  "And everyone else by association."
"Yes, Adama." Tinia replied.  
"Not only did our exodus provide Adar with a chance to discover Earth, through you, but 
it distracted the Cylons long enough for the counterattack to move against Cylon itself, 
and destroy their homeworld."
"Then the reports from Proteus were true?" Adama asked.
"They were.  The Colonies once again thrive."
"And we search the galaxy on a journey that could take generations . . .all because of 
Adar's obsession with the Thirteenth Tribe." Adama demanded.
"An obsession that he thought he shared with you." Tinia suggested quietly.  "He would 
not have entrusted such an expedition to any other man."
"At this moment, Siress Tinia," Adama muttered, his voice rising.  
"I don't find that particularly comforting."
"I understand." Tinia agreed.
"So now what?" Sire Anton asked.
"Indeed," muttered Baltar, well aware that their time was running out.  
In thirty centons Lucifer would be launching their attack . . .
PART 39 - Eugenia
'A night equinus. 
It was a night equinus', Starbuck thought. 
'Here I am standing in the buff, well, nearly in the buff, in the middle of a crrough you, but 
it distracted the Cylons long enough for the counterattack to move against Cylon itself, 
and destroy their homeworld."
"Then the reports from Proteus were true?" Adama asked.
"They were.  The Colonies once again thrive."
"And we search the galaxy on a journey that could take generations . . .all because of 
Adar's obsession with the Thirteenth Tribe." Adama demanded.
"An obsession that he thought he shared with you." Tinia suggested quietly.  "He would 
not have entrusted such an expedition to any other man."
"At this moment, Siress Tinia," Adama muttered, his voice rising.  
"I don't find that particularly comforting."
"I understand." Tinia agreed.
"So now what?" Sire Anton asked.
"Indeed," muttered Baltar, well aware that their time was running out.  
In thirty centons Lucifer would be launching their attack . . .
PART 39 - Eugenia
'A night equinus. 
It was a night equinus', Starbuck thought. 
'Here I am standing in the buff, well, nearly in the buff, in the middle of a crthe first time. She glared at Athena, regretting
that she had let the sexy Lieutenant Starbuck go.

"I've decided I want to meet Adama face to face to discuss this. Now."
Yuuma replied with a glint in his eye. "I believe Adama's daughter is my
bargaining chip."

"But there's still the matter of the Cylon attack wave coming towards us.
The Commander needs to be on the Bridge." Tigh pointed out.

"Uh . . . maybe not!" Zara announced, holding a hand up in the air. "I just
heard from our Producer. Adama has been dishonourably discharged from the
Colonial Service, and has lost his seat on the Council. The Council is
making a statement, saying that Adama will be going to Tribunal where they
will decide whether he was culpable or merely gullible." Zara nodded at the
insurgents. "It looks like you've won if Adama's downfall was what you were
after."

"We did it, Yuuma!" Shaula cried, her expression changing from one of joy
to one of anger when she noticed he was paying more attention to Athena's
drough you, but 
it distracted the Cylons long enough for the counterattack to move against Cylon itself, 
and destroy their homeworld."
"Then the reports from Proteus were true?" Adama asked.
"They were.  The Colonies once again thrive."
"And we search the galaxy on a journey that could take generations . . .all because of 
Adar's obsession with the Thirteenth Tribe." Adama demanded.
"An obsession that he thought he shared with you." Tinia suggested quietly.  "He would 
not have entrusted such an expedition to any other man."
"At this moment, Siress Tinia," Adama muttered, his voice rising.  
"I don't find that particularly comforting."
"I understand." Tinia agreed.
"So now what?" Sire Anton asked.
"Indeed," muttered Baltar, well aware that their time was running out.  
In thirty centons Lucifer would be launching their attack . . .
PART 39 - Eugenia
'A night equinus. 
It was a night equinus', Starbuck thought. 
'Here I am standing in the buff, well, nearly in the buff, in the middle of a crrough you, but 
it distracted the Cylons long enough for the counterattack to move against Cylon itself, 
and destroy their homeworld."
"Then the reports from Proteus were true?" Adama asked.
"They were.  The Colonies once again thrive."
"And we search the galaxy on a journey that could take generations . . .all because of 
Adar's obsession with the Thirteenth Tribe." Adama demanded.
"An obsession that he thought he shared with you." Tinia suggested quietly.  "He would 
not have entrusted such an expedition to any other man."
"At this moment, Siress Tinia," Adama muttered, his voice rising.  
"I don't find that particularly comforting."
"I understand." Tinia agreed.
"So now what?" Sire Anton asked.
"Indeed," muttered Baltar, well aware that their time was running out.  
In thirty centons Lucifer would be launching their attack . . .
PART 39 - Eugenia
'A night equinus. 
It was a night equinus', Starbuck thought. 
'Here I am standing in the buff, well, nearly in the buff, in the middle of a crrough you, but 
it distracted the Cylons long enough for the counterattack to move against Cylon itself, 
and destroy their homeworld."
"Then the reports from Proteus were true?" Adama asked.
"They were.  The Colonies once again thrive."
"And we search the galaxy on a journey that could take generations . . .all because of 
Adar's obsession with the Thirteenth Tribe." Adama demanded.
"An obsession that he thought he shared with you." Tinia suggested quietly.  "He would 
not have entrusted such an expedition to any other man."
"At this moment, Siress Tinia," Adama muttered, his voice rising.  
"I don't find that particularly comforting."
"I understand." Tinia agreed.
"So now what?" Sire Anton asked.
"Indeed," muttered Baltar, well aware that their time was running out.  
In thirty centons Lucifer would be launching their attack . . .
PART 39 - Eugenia
'A night equinus. 
It was a night equinus', Starbuck thought. 
'Here I am standing in the buff, well, nearly in the buff, in the middle of a crrough you, but 
it distracted the Cylons long enough for the counterattack to move against Cylon itself, 
and destroy their homeworld."
"Then the reports from Proteus were true?" Adama asked.
"They were.  The Colonies once again thrive."
"And we search the galaxy on a journey that could take generations . . .all because of 
Adar's obsession with the Thirteenth Tribe." Adama demanded.
"An obsession that he thought he shared with you." Tinia suggested quietly.  "He would 
not have entrusted such an expedition to any other man."
"At this moment, Siress Tinia," Adama muttered, his voice rising.  
"I don't find that particularly comforting."
"I understand." Tinia agreed.
"So now what?" Sire Anton asked.
"Indeed," muttered Baltar, well aware that their time was running out.  
In thirty centons Lucifer would be launching their attack . . .
PART 39 - Eugenia
'A night equinus. 
It was a night equinus', Starbuck thought. 
'Here I am standing in the buff, well, nearly in the buff, in the middle of a crowd in the 
Officers' Club with people waving guns during a red alert.  
Why couldn't I be having one of those other dreams?  
One where ladies are attending to my every whim.'
"Come on, Yuuma, let some of us go," Apollo said, breaking Starbuck from his reverie.
"I offered to let some of you go," Yuuma said. 
"She won't let her prize go."  Yuuma glanced at Shaula.
"There are insurgents among the insurgents?" Starbuck smiled at Shaula.
"Some of us can be reasonable," Shaula said, looking up at Starbuck. 
She was cute in a feisty way.  
Off to one side, Cassiopeia shrugged. 
Typical Starbuck behaviour.
"So how about a trade?" Starbuck asked.  
"You let me go to save the fleet, and I take you to dinner?"
"A private dinner?"
"On the Rising Star if you want." Starbuck grinned.  
"I've got a few connections there."
"Promise?"  Shaula looked at him with desire.
"Of course, on my word as a Warrior," Starbuck said.  
When several women giggled, he added: "Don't listen to them.  
They're just jealouowd in the 
Officers' Club with people waving guns during a red alert.  
Why couldn't I be having one of those other dreams?  
One where ladies are attending to my every whim.'
"Come on, Yuuma, let some of us go," Apollo said, breaking Starbuck from his reverie.
"I offered to let some of you go," Yuuma said. 
"She won't let her prize go."  Yuuma glanced at Shaula.
"There are insurgents among the insurgents?" Starbuck smiled at Shaula.
"Some of us can be reasonable," Shaula said, looking up at Starbuck. 
She was cute in a feisty way.  
Off to one side, Cassiopeia shrugged. 
Typical Starbuck behaviour.
"So how about a trade?" Starbuck asked.  
"You let me go to save the fleet, and I take you to dinner?"
"A private dinner?"
"On the Rising Star if you want." Starbuck grinned.  
"I've got a few connections there."
"Promise?"  Shaula looked at him with desire.
"Of course, on my word as a Warrior," Starbuck said.  
When several women giggled, he added: "Don't listen to them.  
They're just jealouecolletage than to the news. She smacked him upside the head.

"Ow!" Yuuma cried, the news somehow free to now cross the synapse that had
been blocked by the view of Athena's perky . . . nature. "We won, Shaula!
Adama is in disgrace. We won!"

Apollo blinked in disbelief, as did Athena and Tigh.

"You are free to go." Yuuma told them as the room broke into celebration.

"Wait a centon, if father's been dishonorably discharged, and we're here,
then who's in charge of the Galactica?" Apollo asked. "Oh, frack . . ."

*

Once or twice, Omega had imagined himself as Commander of a great
Battlestar, defending his ship against the dreaded enemy. Oh, how he would
be heralded as a Hero of the Colonial Nation, a leader of men, a brilliant
tactician! Or maybe not . . .

"What do you mean he won't come out?" Omega moaned.

"He won't come out. I tried everything." Komma assured him. "Begging,
pleading, knock-knock jokes."

"Wait a centon," Rigel interupted. "Why did you go anyway? Surely, there's
owd in the 
Officers' Club with people waving guns during a red alert.  
Why couldn't I be having one of those other dreams?  
One where ladies are attending to my every whim.'
"Come on, Yuuma, let some of us go," Apollo said, breaking Starbuck from his reverie.
"I offered to let some of you go," Yuuma said. 
"She won't let her prize go."  Yuuma glanced at Shaula.
"There are insurgents among the insurgents?" Starbuck smiled at Shaula.
"Some of us can be reasonable," Shaula said, looking up at Starbuck. 
She was cute in a feisty way.  
Off to one side, Cassiopeia shrugged. 
Typical Starbuck behaviour.
"So how about a trade?" Starbuck asked.  
"You let me go to save the fleet, and I take you to dinner?"
"A private dinner?"
"On the Rising Star if you want." Starbuck grinned.  
"I've got a few connections there."
"Promise?"  Shaula looked at him with desire.
"Of course, on my word as a Warrior," Starbuck said.  
When several women giggled, he added: "Don't listen to them.  
They're just jealouowd in the 
Officers' Club with people waving guns during a red alert.  
Why couldn't I be having one of those other dreams?  
One where ladies are attending to my every whim.'
"Come on, Yuuma, let some of us go," Apollo said, breaking Starbuck from his reverie.
"I offered to let some of you go," Yuuma said. 
"She won't let her prize go."  Yuuma glanced at Shaula.
"There are insurgents among the insurgents?" Starbuck smiled at Shaula.
"Some of us can be reasonable," Shaula said, looking up at Starbuck. 
She was cute in a feisty way.  
Off to one side, Cassiopeia shrugged. 
Typical Starbuck behaviour.
"So how about a trade?" Starbuck asked.  
"You let me go to save the fleet, and I take you to dinner?"
"A private dinner?"
"On the Rising Star if you want." Starbuck grinned.  
"I've got a few connections there."
"Promise?"  Shaula looked at him with desire.
"Of course, on my word as a Warrior," Starbuck said.  
When several women giggled, he added: "Don't listen to them.  
They're just jealouowd in the 
Officers' Club with people waving guns during a red alert.  
Why couldn't I be having one of those other dreams?  
One where ladies are attending to my every whim.'
"Come on, Yuuma, let some of us go," Apollo said, breaking Starbuck from his reverie.
"I offered to let some of you go," Yuuma said. 
"She won't let her prize go."  Yuuma glanced at Shaula.
"There are insurgents among the insurgents?" Starbuck smiled at Shaula.
"Some of us can be reasonable," Shaula said, looking up at Starbuck. 
She was cute in a feisty way.  
Off to one side, Cassiopeia shrugged. 
Typical Starbuck behaviour.
"So how about a trade?" Starbuck asked.  
"You let me go to save the fleet, and I take you to dinner?"
"A private dinner?"
"On the Rising Star if you want." Starbuck grinned.  
"I've got a few connections there."
"Promise?"  Shaula looked at him with desire.
"Of course, on my word as a Warrior," Starbuck said.  
When several women giggled, he added: "Don't listen to them.  
They're just jealouowd in the 
Officers' Club with people waving guns during a red alert.  
Why couldn't I be having one of those other dreams?  
One where ladies are attending to my every whim.'
"Come on, Yuuma, let some of us go," Apollo said, breaking Starbuck from his reverie.
"I offered to let some of you go," Yuuma said. 
"She won't let her prize go."  Yuuma glanced at Shaula.
"There are insurgents among the insurgents?" Starbuck smiled at Shaula.
"Some of us can be reasonable," Shaula said, looking up at Starbuck. 
She was cute in a feisty way.  
Off to one side, Cassiopeia shrugged. 
Typical Starbuck behaviour.
"So how about a trade?" Starbuck asked.  
"You let me go to save the fleet, and I take you to dinner?"
"A private dinner?"
"On the Rising Star if you want." Starbuck grinned.  
"I've got a few connections there."
"Promise?"  Shaula looked at him with desire.
"Of course, on my word as a Warrior," Starbuck said.  
When several women giggled, he added: "Don't listen to them.  
They're just jealous."
"How do we know you'll return?" Yuuma said, and then his gaze fell on Apollo.  
"Your wingman stays."
"What?" Apollo gasped.
"Hey, you know I shoot better than you," Starbuck said. 
Embarrassment crossed his face.  "Wait, that didn't sound right."
"You know I have to do all that tactical stuff.  
You just get to go out and blast Cylons."
"And I'm good at it."
"Are we ever going to leave!" Giles shouted.
"Yes, go," Yuuma sighed.  
There was a stampede for the door. 
As Athena approached him, he gazed appreciately at her decolletage and he seized her 
elbow.  
"Not you.  
You're staying."
 
' I've either gone mad or I'm having a really, REALLY bad dream,' Baltar thought. 
  A memory returned to him, the memory of his battlestar hitting light speed and leaving 
his shuttle stranded.  
Only to be captured by the Cylons.  
That had been a bad day.  
Deserted and at the mercy of the enemy.  
He had bluffed his way through it having no other choice, his life on the line.
Imperious Leader s."
"How do we know you'll return?" Yuuma said, and then his gaze fell on Apollo.  
"Your wingman stays."
"What?" Apollo gasped.
"Hey, you know I shoot better than you," Starbuck said. 
Embarrassment crossed his face.  "Wait, that didn't sound right."
"You know I have to do all that tactical stuff.  
You just get to go out and blast Cylons."
"And I'm good at it."
"Are we ever going to leave!" Giles shouted.
"Yes, go," Yuuma sighed.  
There was a stampede for the door. 
As Athena approached him, he gazed appreciately at her decolletage and he seized her 
elbow.  
"Not you.  
You're staying."
 
' I've either gone mad or I'm having a really, REALLY bad dream,' Baltar thought. 
  A memory returned to him, the memory of his battlestar hitting light speed and leaving 
his shuttle stranded.  
Only to be captured by the Cylons.  
That had been a bad day.  
Deserted and at the mercy of the enemy.  
He had bluffed his way through it having no other choice, his life on the line.
Imperious Leader 
someone more appropriate?"

"Something about having the most appropriate name for the knock-knock
joke." Komma shrugged.  Truthfully, he'd rather be bank in the Computer
Centre. "And don't call me Shirley."

*

Starbuck had pursued a few women in his lifetime, but none ran as fast as
Dietra. By the time he hit Alpha Bay, she and his pants had launched.

"Frack!" he snapped, looking around in frustration, amazed that just about
every female member of the flight and hangar crews were there to watch.

"Let me help you out, Starbuck."

He turned to see Jenny holding a pressure suit. "Uh . . ."

She smiled sweetly, "Well, you can launch out of uniform, but not without
your pressure suit. Just pop into decon, then come back here and give us a
little show . . . and we'll let you launch. Easy, peasy."

"Show?" he asked, not really liking the sound of that.

"Yeah. Dietra mentioned a little incident back when she was going through
fighter pilot training. Seems you and Apollo gave a few lessons."
"How do we know you'll return?" Yuuma said, and then his gaze fell on Apollo.  
"Your wingman stays."
"What?" Apollo gasped.
"Hey, you know I shoot better than you," Starbuck said. 
Embarrassment crossed his face.  "Wait, that didn't sound right."
"You know I have to do all that tactical stuff.  
You just get to go out and blast Cylons."
"And I'm good at it."
"Are we ever going to leave!" Giles shouted.
"Yes, go," Yuuma sighed.  
There was a stampede for the door. 
As Athena approached him, he gazed appreciately at her decolletage and he seized her 
elbow.  
"Not you.  
You're staying."
 
' I've either gone mad or I'm having a really, REALLY bad dream,' Baltar thought. 
  A memory returned to him, the memory of his battlestar hitting light speed and leaving 
his shuttle stranded.  
Only to be captured by the Cylons.  
That had been a bad day.  
Deserted and at the mercy of the enemy.  
He had bluffed his way through it having no other choice, his life on the line.
Imperious Leader s."
"How do we know you'll return?" Yuuma said, and then his gaze fell on Apollo.  
"Your wingman stays."
"What?" Apollo gasped.
"Hey, you know I shoot better than you," Starbuck said. 
Embarrassment crossed his face.  "Wait, that didn't sound right."
"You know I have to do all that tactical stuff.  
You just get to go out and blast Cylons."
"And I'm good at it."
"Are we ever going to leave!" Giles shouted.
"Yes, go," Yuuma sighed.  
There was a stampede for the door. 
As Athena approached him, he gazed appreciately at her decolletage and he seized her 
elbow.  
"Not you.  
You're staying."
 
' I've either gone mad or I'm having a really, REALLY bad dream,' Baltar thought. 
  A memory returned to him, the memory of his battlestar hitting light speed and leaving 
his shuttle stranded.  
Only to be captured by the Cylons.  
That had been a bad day.  
Deserted and at the mercy of the enemy.  
He had bluffed his way through it having no other choice, his life on the line.
Imperious Leader s."
"How do we know you'll return?" Yuuma said, and then his gaze fell on Apollo.  
"Your wingman stays."
"What?" Apollo gasped.
"Hey, you know I shoot better than you," Starbuck said. 
Embarrassment crossed his face.  "Wait, that didn't sound right."
"You know I have to do all that tactical stuff.  
You just get to go out and blast Cylons."
"And I'm good at it."
"Are we ever going to leave!" Giles shouted.
"Yes, go," Yuuma sighed.  
There was a stampede for the door. 
As Athena approached him, he gazed appreciately at her decolletage and he seized her 
elbow.  
"Not you.  
You're staying."
 
' I've either gone mad or I'm having a really, REALLY bad dream,' Baltar thought. 
  A memory returned to him, the memory of his battlestar hitting light speed and leaving 
his shuttle stranded.  
Only to be captured by the Cylons.  
That had been a bad day.  
Deserted and at the mercy of the enemy.  
He had bluffed his way through it having no other choice, his life on the line.
Imperious Leader s."
"How do we know you'll return?" Yuuma said, and then his gaze fell on Apollo.  
"Your wingman stays."
"What?" Apollo gasped.
"Hey, you know I shoot better than you," Starbuck said. 
Embarrassment crossed his face.  "Wait, that didn't sound right."
"You know I have to do all that tactical stuff.  
You just get to go out and blast Cylons."
"And I'm good at it."
"Are we ever going to leave!" Giles shouted.
"Yes, go," Yuuma sighed.  
There was a stampede for the door. 
As Athena approached him, he gazed appreciately at her decolletage and he seized her 
elbow.  
"Not you.  
You're staying."
 
' I've either gone mad or I'm having a really, REALLY bad dream,' Baltar thought. 
  A memory returned to him, the memory of his battlestar hitting light speed and leaving 
his shuttle stranded.  
Only to be captured by the Cylons.  
That had been a bad day.  
Deserted and at the mercy of the enemy.  
He had bluffed his way through it having no other choice, his life on the line.
Imperious Leader had played him just as President Adar had.
The Cylon ruler had concocted some scheme that his underlings wouldn't accept an 
Armistice, that within the complicated system of the Cylon hierarchy the Imperious 
Leader needed to mislead his own subjects to accomplish an Armistice with the 
Colonies.  
While the upper echelons of Cylons had tired of the never-ending war, the centurion 
classes where fixated on destroying the Colonies with such a purpose that only an 
Armistice between the Alliance and the Colonies would be enough to convince the 
centurions to halt.
It would only take a little fabrication on Baltar's part to justify a human speaking with the 
Imperious Leader.  
Just a bit of a misleading story of a lone human willing to sell out the Colonies. 
Surely as an accomplished bureautician, Baltar could make it believable, couldn't he?
And he had fallen for it.
 

'This is not real', Adama thought. 
'I've finally gone insane from the pressure.'
He looked at Tinia and then the other Couhad played him just as President Adar had.
The Cylon ruler had concocted some scheme that his underlings wouldn't accept an 
Armistice, that within the complicated system of the Cylon hierarchy the Imperious 
Leader needed to mislead his own subjects to accomplish an Armistice with the 
Colonies.  
While the upper echelons of Cylons had tired of the never-ending war, the centurion 
classes where fixated on destroying the Colonies with such a purpose that only an 
Armistice between the Alliance and the Colonies would be enough to convince the 
centurions to halt.
It would only take a little fabrication on Baltar's part to justify a human speaking with the 
Imperious Leader.  
Just a bit of a misleading story of a lone human willing to sell out the Colonies. 
Surely as an accomplished bureautician, Baltar could make it believable, couldn't he?
And he had fallen for it.
 

'This is not real', Adama thought. 
'I've finally gone insane from the pressure.'
He looked at Tinia and then the other Cous to your
young and impressionable students while they were only clad in their
pressure suits." Jenny's grinned laciviously. "Payback time, Bucko."

He stared at them a little stunned, blinking when the pressure suit hit him
square in the face, then draped over his shoulder. "You're kidding, right?"

"Nope."

Instinctively, he reached for a fumarello, pulling one from his flight
jacket. He knew he looked a sight, standing there with his tunic, jacket,
briefs and boots on, with his pressure suit thrown over his shoulder like
some kind of ridiculous boa. His pants were probably in gamma quadrant by
now. "All right, if it's a show you want . . ." he grinned, heading for the
decon chamber. "Then it's a show I'll give ya."   

======================================================
Part 66
In the lead Raider, Lucifer pondered the situation. What was the purpose of
the Colonial's strange behaviour? Was Adama engaged in what Baltar had
described as "bluffing"? Why had no one from the Galactica anshad played him just as President Adar had.
The Cylon ruler had concocted some scheme that his underlings wouldn't accept an 
Armistice, that within the complicated system of the Cylon hierarchy the Imperious 
Leader needed to mislead his own subjects to accomplish an Armistice with the 
Colonies.  
While the upper echelons of Cylons had tired of the never-ending war, the centurion 
classes where fixated on destroying the Colonies with such a purpose that only an 
Armistice between the Alliance and the Colonies would be enough to convince the 
centurions to halt.
It would only take a little fabrication on Baltar's part to justify a human speaking with the 
Imperious Leader.  
Just a bit of a misleading story of a lone human willing to sell out the Colonies. 
Surely as an accomplished bureautician, Baltar could make it believable, couldn't he?
And he had fallen for it.
 

'This is not real', Adama thought. 
'I've finally gone insane from the pressure.'
He looked at Tinia and then the other Couhad played him just as President Adar had.
The Cylon ruler had concocted some scheme that his underlings wouldn't accept an 
Armistice, that within the complicated system of the Cylon hierarchy the Imperious 
Leader needed to mislead his own subjects to accomplish an Armistice with the 
Colonies.  
While the upper echelons of Cylons had tired of the never-ending war, the centurion 
classes where fixated on destroying the Colonies with such a purpose that only an 
Armistice between the Alliance and the Colonies would be enough to convince the 
centurions to halt.
It would only take a little fabrication on Baltar's part to justify a human speaking with the 
Imperious Leader.  
Just a bit of a misleading story of a lone human willing to sell out the Colonies. 
Surely as an accomplished bureautician, Baltar could make it believable, couldn't he?
And he had fallen for it.
 

'This is not real', Adama thought. 
'I've finally gone insane from the pressure.'
He looked at Tinia and then the other Couhad played him just as President Adar had.
The Cylon ruler had concocted some scheme that his underlings wouldn't accept an 
Armistice, that within the complicated system of the Cylon hierarchy the Imperious 
Leader needed to mislead his own subjects to accomplish an Armistice with the 
Colonies.  
While the upper echelons of Cylons had tired of the never-ending war, the centurion 
classes where fixated on destroying the Colonies with such a purpose that only an 
Armistice between the Alliance and the Colonies would be enough to convince the 
centurions to halt.
It would only take a little fabrication on Baltar's part to justify a human speaking with the 
Imperious Leader.  
Just a bit of a misleading story of a lone human willing to sell out the Colonies. 
Surely as an accomplished bureautician, Baltar could make it believable, couldn't he?
And he had fallen for it.
 

'This is not real', Adama thought. 
'I've finally gone insane from the pressure.'
He looked at Tinia and then the other Couhad played him just as President Adar had.
The Cylon ruler had concocted some scheme that his underlings wouldn't accept an 
Armistice, that within the complicated system of the Cylon hierarchy the Imperious 
Leader needed to mislead his own subjects to accomplish an Armistice with the 
Colonies.  
While the upper echelons of Cylons had tired of the never-ending war, the centurion 
classes where fixated on destroying the Colonies with such a purpose that only an 
Armistice between the Alliance and the Colonies would be enough to convince the 
centurions to halt.
It would only take a little fabrication on Baltar's part to justify a human speaking with the 
Imperious Leader.  
Just a bit of a misleading story of a lone human willing to sell out the Colonies. 
Surely as an accomplished bureautician, Baltar could make it believable, couldn't he?
And he had fallen for it.
 

'This is not real', Adama thought. 
'I've finally gone insane from the pressure.'
He looked at Tinia and then the other Council members.  
They looked as baffled as he felt, except for Tinia who looked miserable.
"Adama, I was sworn to silence by Adar.  
I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?"  Adama smiled, his normally calm reserve cracking.  
"I now have to decide whether to continue this. this. charade, or turn the fleet around."
"Commander, you can't do that," Tinia said.  
Her eyes suspiciously wet with unshed tears.  
"There is still a danger to the Colonies from the Alliance.  
While Adar planned a counterstrike, successfully as it turned out, the Colonies may still 
be subject to a retaliatory attack from the Cylon forces that are chasing the fleet."
"We're a decoy."
"Yes, but Adar also wanted you to find Earth and the Thirteenth Tribe.  
If that Tribe did not suffer the same dark ages the Colonies did, they may be able to assist 
us against the Cylons once and for all."
"If they can." Adama muttered.  
Next to him he heard a thud. 
It was repeated and repeated.  
He looked down to see Baltar slumped over the tablencil members.  
They looked as baffled as he felt, except for Tinia who looked miserable.
"Adama, I was sworn to silence by Adar.  
I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?"  Adama smiled, his normally calm reserve cracking.  
"I now have to decide whether to continue this. this. charade, or turn the fleet around."
"Commander, you can't do that," Tinia said.  
Her eyes suspiciously wet with unshed tears.  
"There is still a danger to the Colonies from the Alliance.  
While Adar planned a counterstrike, successfully as it turned out, the Colonies may still 
be subject to a retaliatory attack from the Cylon forces that are chasing the fleet."
"We're a decoy."
"Yes, but Adar also wanted you to find Earth and the Thirteenth Tribe.  
If that Tribe did not suffer the same dark ages the Colonies did, they may be able to assist 
us against the Cylons once and for all."
"If they can." Adama muttered.  
Next to him he heard a thud. 
It was repeated and repeated.  
He looked down to see Baltar slumped over the tablewered his
request for landing clearance? Why were humans so bizarre?

"Commander, what are your orders?" one of the centurions said in that
limited metallic voice.

"Oh.let's try making contact again," Lucifer answered in his mellifluous
tones. Not only did the IL series get an upgrade in the brain department,
they received an upgrade in the vocal department as well. The nuances of
meaning conveyed by the mere sound waves of speech intrigued Lucifer. He
had made such an interesting study of Baltar's vocal patterns compared to
Starbuck and what other humans he had been able to observe.

"Yes.?" A weak and confused voice came over the scanner. Lucifer deduced it
was male although strained.

"Omega, pull yourself together," another voice hissed in the background.
This one appeared to belong to a female.

"Greetings, I am Lucifer of the IL series. I am inquiring as to the
whereabouts of my compatriot to clarify his instructions to me," Lucifer
said. Baltar had been quite upset with his orderincil members.  
They looked as baffled as he felt, except for Tinia who looked miserable.
"Adama, I was sworn to silence by Adar.  
I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?"  Adama smiled, his normally calm reserve cracking.  
"I now have to decide whether to continue this. this. charade, or turn the fleet around."
"Commander, you can't do that," Tinia said.  
Her eyes suspiciously wet with unshed tears.  
"There is still a danger to the Colonies from the Alliance.  
While Adar planned a counterstrike, successfully as it turned out, the Colonies may still 
be subject to a retaliatory attack from the Cylon forces that are chasing the fleet."
"We're a decoy."
"Yes, but Adar also wanted you to find Earth and the Thirteenth Tribe.  
If that Tribe did not suffer the same dark ages the Colonies did, they may be able to assist 
us against the Cylons once and for all."
"If they can." Adama muttered.  
Next to him he heard a thud. 
It was repeated and repeated.  
He looked down to see Baltar slumped over the tablencil members.  
They looked as baffled as he felt, except for Tinia who looked miserable.
"Adama, I was sworn to silence by Adar.  
I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?"  Adama smiled, his normally calm reserve cracking.  
"I now have to decide whether to continue this. this. charade, or turn the fleet around."
"Commander, you can't do that," Tinia said.  
Her eyes suspiciously wet with unshed tears.  
"There is still a danger to the Colonies from the Alliance.  
While Adar planned a counterstrike, successfully as it turned out, the Colonies may still 
be subject to a retaliatory attack from the Cylon forces that are chasing the fleet."
"We're a decoy."
"Yes, but Adar also wanted you to find Earth and the Thirteenth Tribe.  
If that Tribe did not suffer the same dark ages the Colonies did, they may be able to assist 
us against the Cylons once and for all."
"If they can." Adama muttered.  
Next to him he heard a thud. 
It was repeated and repeated.  
He looked down to see Baltar slumped over the tablencil members.  
They looked as baffled as he felt, except for Tinia who looked miserable.
"Adama, I was sworn to silence by Adar.  
I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?"  Adama smiled, his normally calm reserve cracking.  
"I now have to decide whether to continue this. this. charade, or turn the fleet around."
"Commander, you can't do that," Tinia said.  
Her eyes suspiciously wet with unshed tears.  
"There is still a danger to the Colonies from the Alliance.  
While Adar planned a counterstrike, successfully as it turned out, the Colonies may still 
be subject to a retaliatory attack from the Cylon forces that are chasing the fleet."
"We're a decoy."
"Yes, but Adar also wanted you to find Earth and the Thirteenth Tribe.  
If that Tribe did not suffer the same dark ages the Colonies did, they may be able to assist 
us against the Cylons once and for all."
"If they can." Adama muttered.  
Next to him he heard a thud. 
It was repeated and repeated.  
He looked down to see Baltar slumped over the tablencil members.  
They looked as baffled as he felt, except for Tinia who looked miserable.
"Adama, I was sworn to silence by Adar.  
I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?"  Adama smiled, his normally calm reserve cracking.  
"I now have to decide whether to continue this. this. charade, or turn the fleet around."
"Commander, you can't do that," Tinia said.  
Her eyes suspiciously wet with unshed tears.  
"There is still a danger to the Colonies from the Alliance.  
While Adar planned a counterstrike, successfully as it turned out, the Colonies may still 
be subject to a retaliatory attack from the Cylon forces that are chasing the fleet."
"We're a decoy."
"Yes, but Adar also wanted you to find Earth and the Thirteenth Tribe.  
If that Tribe did not suffer the same dark ages the Colonies did, they may be able to assist 
us against the Cylons once and for all."
"If they can." Adama muttered.  
Next to him he heard a thud. 
It was repeated and repeated.  
He looked down to see Baltar slumped over the table, banging his forehead against it.
"What are you doing?" Adama asked.
"I'm trying to render myself insensate," Baltar said, his voice wavering.
"I have something that more effective."
"You do?"  Baltar looked up, and Adama saw the pain in his eyes and the desperation to 
escape it for even a few microns.
"Taurean brandy."
"Oh, Lords, it's been so long since I've had any of the strong stuff."
"Gentleman, Ladies, my comrade and I need to confer privately."  Adama nodded to the 
Council... .
 
Part 40 - Semut 
And now..... "Where's the drinks cart?" asked Sire Uri, looking around, andd getting irate.  
"Someone tell me that!  
Where the Hades Hole is the drinkies cart???" 
"Right here!" called a voice, and they all turned. 
A young man in odd attire was pushing a cart, loaded with various liquors and wines.  
"Get while they're chilled!" 
"Hey, Michael," said Adama. "Good to see you again. "How are things at the ranch?" 
"Just great, Lorne, We're between reel, in syndication, so I came over to, banging his forehead against it.
"What are you doing?" Adama asked.
"I'm trying to render myself insensate," Baltar said, his voice wavering.
"I have something that more effective."
"You do?"  Baltar looked up, and Adama saw the pain in his eyes and the desperation to 
escape it for even a few microns.
"Taurean brandy."
"Oh, Lords, it's been so long since I've had any of the strong stuff."
"Gentleman, Ladies, my comrade and I need to confer privately."  Adama nodded to the 
Council... .
 
Part 40 - Semut 
And now..... "Where's the drinks cart?" asked Sire Uri, looking around, andd getting irate.  
"Someone tell me that!  
Where the Hades Hole is the drinkies cart???" 
"Right here!" called a voice, and they all turned. 
A young man in odd attire was pushing a cart, loaded with various liquors and wines.  
"Get while they're chilled!" 
"Hey, Michael," said Adama. "Good to see you again. "How are things at the ranch?" 
"Just great, Lorne, We're between reel, in syndication, so I came over tong an attack on Kobol
before Baltar had given him the go ahead. Although Baltar had been quite
specific about the one centar, he may have been detained elsewhere and
unable to contact Lucifer to confirm or alter the command to attack.

It would be such a waste of Cylon fuel, ships, and centurions if Baltar was
engaged in one of his devious schemes. Lucifer also remembered that threat
Baltar had made when Lucifer had rescued him from Kobol. Something only
reassigning him to centurion laser rifle practice - as their target.

"Your what?" asked the male voice that had been addressed as Omega by the
other.

"Compatriot." Lucifer sighed. Once again he wondered how humans had managed
to survive. "Baltar? I believe you are familiar with him?"

"No, I'm not!" Omega protested.

"Not that way!" the woman said.

"Oh.uh, well, it's been a long night.so, what about him?" Omega asked.

"I would like to speak with him," Lucifer said, "to verify our attack plans."

"I'll try to find him. Just hang on , banging his forehead against it.
"What are you doing?" Adama asked.
"I'm trying to render myself insensate," Baltar said, his voice wavering.
"I have something that more effective."
"You do?"  Baltar looked up, and Adama saw the pain in his eyes and the desperation to 
escape it for even a few microns.
"Taurean brandy."
"Oh, Lords, it's been so long since I've had any of the strong stuff."
"Gentleman, Ladies, my comrade and I need to confer privately."  Adama nodded to the 
Council... .
 
Part 40 - Semut 
And now..... "Where's the drinks cart?" asked Sire Uri, looking around, andd getting irate.  
"Someone tell me that!  
Where the Hades Hole is the drinkies cart???" 
"Right here!" called a voice, and they all turned. 
A young man in odd attire was pushing a cart, loaded with various liquors and wines.  
"Get while they're chilled!" 
"Hey, Michael," said Adama. "Good to see you again. "How are things at the ranch?" 
"Just great, Lorne, We're between reel, in syndication, so I came over to, banging his forehead against it.
"What are you doing?" Adama asked.
"I'm trying to render myself insensate," Baltar said, his voice wavering.
"I have something that more effective."
"You do?"  Baltar looked up, and Adama saw the pain in his eyes and the desperation to 
escape it for even a few microns.
"Taurean brandy."
"Oh, Lords, it's been so long since I've had any of the strong stuff."
"Gentleman, Ladies, my comrade and I need to confer privately."  Adama nodded to the 
Council... .
 
Part 40 - Semut 
And now..... "Where's the drinks cart?" asked Sire Uri, looking around, andd getting irate.  
"Someone tell me that!  
Where the Hades Hole is the drinkies cart???" 
"Right here!" called a voice, and they all turned. 
A young man in odd attire was pushing a cart, loaded with various liquors and wines.  
"Get while they're chilled!" 
"Hey, Michael," said Adama. "Good to see you again. "How are things at the ranch?" 
"Just great, Lorne, We're between reel, in syndication, so I came over to, banging his forehead against it.
"What are you doing?" Adama asked.
"I'm trying to render myself insensate," Baltar said, his voice wavering.
"I have something that more effective."
"You do?"  Baltar looked up, and Adama saw the pain in his eyes and the desperation to 
escape it for even a few microns.
"Taurean brandy."
"Oh, Lords, it's been so long since I've had any of the strong stuff."
"Gentleman, Ladies, my comrade and I need to confer privately."  Adama nodded to the 
Council... .
 
Part 40 - Semut 
And now..... "Where's the drinks cart?" asked Sire Uri, looking around, andd getting irate.  
"Someone tell me that!  
Where the Hades Hole is the drinkies cart???" 
"Right here!" called a voice, and they all turned. 
A young man in odd attire was pushing a cart, loaded with various liquors and wines.  
"Get while they're chilled!" 
"Hey, Michael," said Adama. "Good to see you again. "How are things at the ranch?" 
"Just great, Lorne, We're between reel, in syndication, so I came over to, banging his forehead against it.
"What are you doing?" Adama asked.
"I'm trying to render myself insensate," Baltar said, his voice wavering.
"I have something that more effective."
"You do?"  Baltar looked up, and Adama saw the pain in his eyes and the desperation to 
escape it for even a few microns.
"Taurean brandy."
"Oh, Lords, it's been so long since I've had any of the strong stuff."
"Gentleman, Ladies, my comrade and I need to confer privately."  Adama nodded to the 
Council... .
 
Part 40 - Semut 
And now..... "Where's the drinks cart?" asked Sire Uri, looking around, andd getting irate.  
"Someone tell me that!  
Where the Hades Hole is the drinkies cart???" 
"Right here!" called a voice, and they all turned. 
A young man in odd attire was pushing a cart, loaded with various liquors and wines.  
"Get while they're chilled!" 
"Hey, Michael," said Adama. "Good to see you again. "How are things at the ranch?" 
"Just great, Lorne, We're between reel, in syndication, so I came over to see how things 
were with you." 
He picked up a bottle. "Here. Jack Daniels. Just for you." 
"Thank, Mike." "No problem, Lorne." 
"Okay everybody, next scene in five minutes!" 
"Right, Mr. Larson," said someone, and the drinks man was gone.
Part 41 - Carla
"Wait!" 
Everyone's head turned as a slim blonde woman with pointed ears appeared from thin air.
"I'm really Tasha Yar's daughter! She gave birth to me in an alternate time-line and ...  
wait a minute.  
Isn't this the USS Enterprise?"
"No!" the Colonials cried in unison.
"One to beam up!" the woman cried into her own shoulder and apparently disintegrated 
right before their eyes.
"What's that furry thing she left on the floor?"
Part 42 - Kai Lanio
In that very moment as the strange woman was seemingly killed in a most horrible way 
and; by the Look off her Face didn't even mind, the scanner terminals on the main Bridge 
Of the  mighty Battlestar did take lock On a eaven Mightier ship that ziped near by.  
 
Athe huge vessel  seemd to see how things 
were with you." 
He picked up a bottle. "Here. Jack Daniels. Just for you." 
"Thank, Mike." "No problem, Lorne." 
"Okay everybody, next scene in five minutes!" 
"Right, Mr. Larson," said someone, and the drinks man was gone.
Part 41 - Carla
"Wait!" 
Everyone's head turned as a slim blonde woman with pointed ears appeared from thin air.
"I'm really Tasha Yar's daughter! She gave birth to me in an alternate time-line and ...  
wait a minute.  
Isn't this the USS Enterprise?"
"No!" the Colonials cried in unison.
"One to beam up!" the woman cried into her own shoulder and apparently disintegrated 
right before their eyes.
"What's that furry thing she left on the floor?"
Part 42 - Kai Lanio
In that very moment as the strange woman was seemingly killed in a most horrible way 
and; by the Look off her Face didn't even mind, the scanner terminals on the main Bridge 
Of the  mighty Battlestar did take lock On a eaven Mightier ship that ziped near by.  
 
Athe huge vessel  seemd tofor a few centons." "I can hardly hang
on to anything since there is little in space to hang on to."

"Just wait, please?"

***

"Adama, are you.be-be-beeping?" Baltar asked in a slurred, hesitant voice.

"No." Adama blinked, fuzzily hearing the insistent beep. It wouldn't stop.
How did he make it stop? Oh, yes, he pushed some buttons. He got to his
knees and crawled to his desk, reached up with one hand and batted the
comline. Thankful for the silence, he sank back to the floor.

"Commander? Commander?" Omega's voice came over the comline. Adama moaned.
Every time he heard that voice, it was bad news, usually really bad news.

"Go 'way. Ish not my job anymore." Adama moaned.

"Commander?"

"Can't 'e say anysing else?" Baltar giggled madly from where he lay on the
floor.

"Is that Baltar I hear?" Omega asked. "He has a call."

"A wha?" Baltar struggled to sit up. "With who?"

"Lucifer of the IL series."

"Oh, Lor', tell 'im I'm not here." Baltar fell back to the floor. This time
 see how things 
were with you." 
He picked up a bottle. "Here. Jack Daniels. Just for you." 
"Thank, Mike." "No problem, Lorne." 
"Okay everybody, next scene in five minutes!" 
"Right, Mr. Larson," said someone, and the drinks man was gone.
Part 41 - Carla
"Wait!" 
Everyone's head turned as a slim blonde woman with pointed ears appeared from thin air.
"I'm really Tasha Yar's daughter! She gave birth to me in an alternate time-line and ...  
wait a minute.  
Isn't this the USS Enterprise?"
"No!" the Colonials cried in unison.
"One to beam up!" the woman cried into her own shoulder and apparently disintegrated 
right before their eyes.
"What's that furry thing she left on the floor?"
Part 42 - Kai Lanio
In that very moment as the strange woman was seemingly killed in a most horrible way 
and; by the Look off her Face didn't even mind, the scanner terminals on the main Bridge 
Of the  mighty Battlestar did take lock On a eaven Mightier ship that ziped near by.  
 
Athe huge vessel  seemd to see how things 
were with you." 
He picked up a bottle. "Here. Jack Daniels. Just for you." 
"Thank, Mike." "No problem, Lorne." 
"Okay everybody, next scene in five minutes!" 
"Right, Mr. Larson," said someone, and the drinks man was gone.
Part 41 - Carla
"Wait!" 
Everyone's head turned as a slim blonde woman with pointed ears appeared from thin air.
"I'm really Tasha Yar's daughter! She gave birth to me in an alternate time-line and ...  
wait a minute.  
Isn't this the USS Enterprise?"
"No!" the Colonials cried in unison.
"One to beam up!" the woman cried into her own shoulder and apparently disintegrated 
right before their eyes.
"What's that furry thing she left on the floor?"
Part 42 - Kai Lanio
In that very moment as the strange woman was seemingly killed in a most horrible way 
and; by the Look off her Face didn't even mind, the scanner terminals on the main Bridge 
Of the  mighty Battlestar did take lock On a eaven Mightier ship that ziped near by.  
 
Athe huge vessel  seemd to see how things 
were with you." 
He picked up a bottle. "Here. Jack Daniels. Just for you." 
"Thank, Mike." "No problem, Lorne." 
"Okay everybody, next scene in five minutes!" 
"Right, Mr. Larson," said someone, and the drinks man was gone.
Part 41 - Carla
"Wait!" 
Everyone's head turned as a slim blonde woman with pointed ears appeared from thin air.
"I'm really Tasha Yar's daughter! She gave birth to me in an alternate time-line and ...  
wait a minute.  
Isn't this the USS Enterprise?"
"No!" the Colonials cried in unison.
"One to beam up!" the woman cried into her own shoulder and apparently disintegrated 
right before their eyes.
"What's that furry thing she left on the floor?"
Part 42 - Kai Lanio
In that very moment as the strange woman was seemingly killed in a most horrible way 
and; by the Look off her Face didn't even mind, the scanner terminals on the main Bridge 
Of the  mighty Battlestar did take lock On a eaven Mightier ship that ziped near by.  
 
Athe huge vessel  seemd to see how things 
were with you." 
He picked up a bottle. "Here. Jack Daniels. Just for you." 
"Thank, Mike." "No problem, Lorne." 
"Okay everybody, next scene in five minutes!" 
"Right, Mr. Larson," said someone, and the drinks man was gone.
Part 41 - Carla
"Wait!" 
Everyone's head turned as a slim blonde woman with pointed ears appeared from thin air.
"I'm really Tasha Yar's daughter! She gave birth to me in an alternate time-line and ...  
wait a minute.  
Isn't this the USS Enterprise?"
"No!" the Colonials cried in unison.
"One to beam up!" the woman cried into her own shoulder and apparently disintegrated 
right before their eyes.
"What's that furry thing she left on the floor?"
Part 42 - Kai Lanio
In that very moment as the strange woman was seemingly killed in a most horrible way 
and; by the Look off her Face didn't even mind, the scanner terminals on the main Bridge 
Of the  mighty Battlestar did take lock On a eaven Mightier ship that ziped near by.  
 
Athe huge vessel  seemd to be Painted red and traveld at nearly lightspeed,.. and on a 87° 
Trajectory; so  not without imense investment on sublight fuel to be followed.  
 
The  Officer On duty was about to  raise his Commander despite all the problems he 
knew he was dealing with (the Bridge DID have a  IFB channel On one of the Survialcne 
monitors on nighshift)  
 
But then  One of the unused systems activated  
One of the  crossreferencing channel not used since the Pegasuss encounter! and a male 
voice  boomed through the bridge: 
If you're in trouble he will save the day  
He's brave and he's fearless come what may  
Without him the mission would go astray  
He's Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer
Without him life would be much grimmer  
He's handsome, trim, and no-one slimmer  
He will never need a zimmer     
He's Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer 
More reliable than a garden trimmer  
He's never been mistaken for Yul Brynner  
He's not bald, and his head doesn't glimmer 
Master of the wit and the repartee  
His be Painted red and traveld at nearly lightspeed,.. and on a 87° 
Trajectory; so  not without imense investment on sublight fuel to be followed.  
 
The  Officer On duty was about to  raise his Commander despite all the problems he 
knew he was dealing with (the Bridge DID have a  IFB channel On one of the Survialcne 
monitors on nighshift)  
 
But then  One of the unused systems activated  
One of the  crossreferencing channel not used since the Pegasuss encounter! and a male 
voice  boomed through the bridge: 
If you're in trouble he will save the day  
He's brave and he's fearless come what may  
Without him the mission would go astray  
He's Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer
Without him life would be much grimmer  
He's handsome, trim, and no-one slimmer  
He will never need a zimmer     
He's Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer 
More reliable than a garden trimmer  
He's never been mistaken for Yul Brynner  
He's not bald, and his head doesn't glimmer 
Master of the wit and the repartee  
His
it was Adama who giggled.

***

Released by the insurgents, Athena ran down the corridors to her father's
quarters, careful to keep her dress from revealing more than she intended.
The Council's idiotic action would devastate him. As she reached for the
entry chime, she heard singing from within. Rather cheerful singing from a
bass and a baritone.

"Drink! Drink! Drink! To eyes that are bright as stars when they're shining
on me!"

She entered the override code to her father's quarters and opened the door.
On the desk sat her father and Baltar, both with ambrosia bottles in their
hands.

"Well.who ish this lovely lady?" Baltar stood up unsteadily, giving her a
bright smile. He took a step towards her, swayed, and. . .


======================================================
Part 67
...fell over.

======================================================
Part 68
"Apollo, look after them," Colonel Tigh pointed to the insurgents. "I have
a feeling I may be needed on the bridge." He glar be Painted red and traveld at nearly lightspeed,.. and on a 87° 
Trajectory; so  not without imense investment on sublight fuel to be followed.  
 
The  Officer On duty was about to  raise his Commander despite all the problems he 
knew he was dealing with (the Bridge DID have a  IFB channel On one of the Survialcne 
monitors on nighshift)  
 
But then  One of the unused systems activated  
One of the  crossreferencing channel not used since the Pegasuss encounter! and a male 
voice  boomed through the bridge: 
If you're in trouble he will save the day  
He's brave and he's fearless come what may  
Without him the mission would go astray  
He's Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer
Without him life would be much grimmer  
He's handsome, trim, and no-one slimmer  
He will never need a zimmer     
He's Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer 
More reliable than a garden trimmer  
He's never been mistaken for Yul Brynner  
He's not bald, and his head doesn't glimmer 
Master of the wit and the repartee  
His be Painted red and traveld at nearly lightspeed,.. and on a 87° 
Trajectory; so  not without imense investment on sublight fuel to be followed.  
 
The  Officer On duty was about to  raise his Commander despite all the problems he 
knew he was dealing with (the Bridge DID have a  IFB channel On one of the Survialcne 
monitors on nighshift)  
 
But then  One of the unused systems activated  
One of the  crossreferencing channel not used since the Pegasuss encounter! and a male 
voice  boomed through the bridge: 
If you're in trouble he will save the day  
He's brave and he's fearless come what may  
Without him the mission would go astray  
He's Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer
Without him life would be much grimmer  
He's handsome, trim, and no-one slimmer  
He will never need a zimmer     
He's Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer 
More reliable than a garden trimmer  
He's never been mistaken for Yul Brynner  
He's not bald, and his head doesn't glimmer 
Master of the wit and the repartee  
His be Painted red and traveld at nearly lightspeed,.. and on a 87° 
Trajectory; so  not without imense investment on sublight fuel to be followed.  
 
The  Officer On duty was about to  raise his Commander despite all the problems he 
knew he was dealing with (the Bridge DID have a  IFB channel On one of the Survialcne 
monitors on nighshift)  
 
But then  One of the unused systems activated  
One of the  crossreferencing channel not used since the Pegasuss encounter! and a male 
voice  boomed through the bridge: 
If you're in trouble he will save the day  
He's brave and he's fearless come what may  
Without him the mission would go astray  
He's Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer
Without him life would be much grimmer  
He's handsome, trim, and no-one slimmer  
He will never need a zimmer     
He's Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer 
More reliable than a garden trimmer  
He's never been mistaken for Yul Brynner  
He's not bald, and his head doesn't glimmer 
Master of the wit and the repartee  
His be Painted red and traveld at nearly lightspeed,.. and on a 87° 
Trajectory; so  not without imense investment on sublight fuel to be followed.  
 
The  Officer On duty was about to  raise his Commander despite all the problems he 
knew he was dealing with (the Bridge DID have a  IFB channel On one of the Survialcne 
monitors on nighshift)  
 
But then  One of the unused systems activated  
One of the  crossreferencing channel not used since the Pegasuss encounter! and a male 
voice  boomed through the bridge: 
If you're in trouble he will save the day  
He's brave and he's fearless come what may  
Without him the mission would go astray  
He's Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer
Without him life would be much grimmer  
He's handsome, trim, and no-one slimmer  
He will never need a zimmer     
He's Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer 
More reliable than a garden trimmer  
He's never been mistaken for Yul Brynner  
He's not bald, and his head doesn't glimmer 
Master of the wit and the repartee  
His command of space directives is uncanny  
How come he's such a genius? Don't ask me!  
Ask Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer
He's also a fantastic swimmer  
And if  you play your cards right  
Then he just might come round for dinner  
He's Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer
No rhymes l eft now apart from quimmer  
He'd better fade us out before we get to schlimmer  
Fade out you stupid plimmer" 
The whole Nightshift Crew sat With open moutths,..as the Song ended, and  without 
eaven One Word decided to NEVER mention this enocunter Ever! 
Part 43 - Carla
Suddenly, the computer began speaking in a very soothing voice, "My name is Holly.  
Open the pod bay doors, Adama!" 
Part 44 - Kai Lanio
While the giantd bulk of the "Red Dwarf" was already About to exit the sensor range of 
the fleet  
the Young night shift commander got his senses together And answered 
"Um,... the Commander is not avaialible At the moment, it would be nice If you Call 
again if you come Again In our reach"
Knowing how much ene command of space directives is uncanny  
How come he's such a genius? Don't ask me!  
Ask Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer
He's also a fantastic swimmer  
And if  you play your cards right  
Then he just might come round for dinner  
He's Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer
No rhymes l eft now apart from quimmer  
He'd better fade us out before we get to schlimmer  
Fade out you stupid plimmer" 
The whole Nightshift Crew sat With open moutths,..as the Song ended, and  without 
eaven One Word decided to NEVER mention this enocunter Ever! 
Part 43 - Carla
Suddenly, the computer began speaking in a very soothing voice, "My name is Holly.  
Open the pod bay doors, Adama!" 
Part 44 - Kai Lanio
While the giantd bulk of the "Red Dwarf" was already About to exit the sensor range of 
the fleet  
the Young night shift commander got his senses together And answered 
"Um,... the Commander is not avaialible At the moment, it would be nice If you Call 
again if you come Again In our reach"
Knowing how much eneed at the IFB's reporters,
Zara and Zeke, before leaving the Officers' Club.

"We didn't mean for Commander Adama to be..." Shaula said weakly.

"Destroyed by your games?" Apollo snapped, now angry as he strode over to
them. They seemed to have lost a lot of their revolutionary fervour.

"It wasn't a game." Yuuma retorted. "We just wanted answers. We didn't know
the Council would act they way they did."

"It's the Council of Twelve. They always do the most stupid thing
possible," Apollo muttered, then glanced at Zara. "Uh.is that still on?" He
waved to the vidcam Zeke was holding.

"Yep." Zara grinned. "One way or another, I'm going to get that Pulitzon
Prize."

***

"Had enough?" Starbuck grinned, modeling his skin tight pressure suit for
their inspection.

"Oh, no," Jenny said. "We're quite enjoying ourselves." She and every
female member of the flight and hanger crews were giggling, admiring
Starbuck's masculine physique. But that wasn't what irked Starbuck.
Standing behind the wo command of space directives is uncanny  
How come he's such a genius? Don't ask me!  
Ask Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer
He's also a fantastic swimmer  
And if  you play your cards right  
Then he just might come round for dinner  
He's Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer
No rhymes l eft now apart from quimmer  
He'd better fade us out before we get to schlimmer  
Fade out you stupid plimmer" 
The whole Nightshift Crew sat With open moutths,..as the Song ended, and  without 
eaven One Word decided to NEVER mention this enocunter Ever! 
Part 43 - Carla
Suddenly, the computer began speaking in a very soothing voice, "My name is Holly.  
Open the pod bay doors, Adama!" 
Part 44 - Kai Lanio
While the giantd bulk of the "Red Dwarf" was already About to exit the sensor range of 
the fleet  
the Young night shift commander got his senses together And answered 
"Um,... the Commander is not avaialible At the moment, it would be nice If you Call 
again if you come Again In our reach"
Knowing how much ene command of space directives is uncanny  
How come he's such a genius? Don't ask me!  
Ask Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer
He's also a fantastic swimmer  
And if  you play your cards right  
Then he just might come round for dinner  
He's Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer
No rhymes l eft now apart from quimmer  
He'd better fade us out before we get to schlimmer  
Fade out you stupid plimmer" 
The whole Nightshift Crew sat With open moutths,..as the Song ended, and  without 
eaven One Word decided to NEVER mention this enocunter Ever! 
Part 43 - Carla
Suddenly, the computer began speaking in a very soothing voice, "My name is Holly.  
Open the pod bay doors, Adama!" 
Part 44 - Kai Lanio
While the giantd bulk of the "Red Dwarf" was already About to exit the sensor range of 
the fleet  
the Young night shift commander got his senses together And answered 
"Um,... the Commander is not avaialible At the moment, it would be nice If you Call 
again if you come Again In our reach"
Knowing how much ene command of space directives is uncanny  
How come he's such a genius? Don't ask me!  
Ask Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer
He's also a fantastic swimmer  
And if  you play your cards right  
Then he just might come round for dinner  
He's Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer
No rhymes l eft now apart from quimmer  
He'd better fade us out before we get to schlimmer  
Fade out you stupid plimmer" 
The whole Nightshift Crew sat With open moutths,..as the Song ended, and  without 
eaven One Word decided to NEVER mention this enocunter Ever! 
Part 43 - Carla
Suddenly, the computer began speaking in a very soothing voice, "My name is Holly.  
Open the pod bay doors, Adama!" 
Part 44 - Kai Lanio
While the giantd bulk of the "Red Dwarf" was already About to exit the sensor range of 
the fleet  
the Young night shift commander got his senses together And answered 
"Um,... the Commander is not avaialible At the moment, it would be nice If you Call 
again if you come Again In our reach"
Knowing how much ene command of space directives is uncanny  
How come he's such a genius? Don't ask me!  
Ask Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer
He's also a fantastic swimmer  
And if  you play your cards right  
Then he just might come round for dinner  
He's Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer
No rhymes l eft now apart from quimmer  
He'd better fade us out before we get to schlimmer  
Fade out you stupid plimmer" 
The whole Nightshift Crew sat With open moutths,..as the Song ended, and  without 
eaven One Word decided to NEVER mention this enocunter Ever! 
Part 43 - Carla
Suddenly, the computer began speaking in a very soothing voice, "My name is Holly.  
Open the pod bay doors, Adama!" 
Part 44 - Kai Lanio
While the giantd bulk of the "Red Dwarf" was already About to exit the sensor range of 
the fleet  
the Young night shift commander got his senses together And answered 
"Um,... the Commander is not avaialible At the moment, it would be nice If you Call 
again if you come Again In our reach"
Knowing how much energy was needed to slow down and return; he was quite shure 
never in his life to see that Monstrous ship ever again.
 

Part 45 - Eugenia
PREVIOUSLY ON: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER
Suddenly, the computer began speaking in a very soothing voice, "My name is Holly. 
Open the pod bay doors, Adama!" 
AND NOW: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER 
"Frak, Adama, WHAT is in this stuff?" Baltar held the glass of Taurean brandy and 
stared at it.  
"I shouldn't be hallucinating this fast...and if I am, I want it with hot fudge sauce and 
women..." 
"Perhaps we traveled through one of those space-time anomaly things?" Tinia asked a bit 
baffled and still looking at the furry thing on the floor left from before. A curious purring 
came from it, but Tinia couldn't tell how it was making the noise. She picked it up and 
absent-mindedly stroked it, the purring calming her. 
"If it's a space-time anomaly, I wish it would get us back home," Adama muttered.
"I can't go back home," Baltar said, downing another swallowrgy was needed to slow down and return; he was quite shure 
never in his life to see that Monstrous ship ever again.
 

Part 45 - Eugenia
PREVIOUSLY ON: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER
Suddenly, the computer began speaking in a very soothing voice, "My name is Holly. 
Open the pod bay doors, Adama!" 
AND NOW: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER 
"Frak, Adama, WHAT is in this stuff?" Baltar held the glass of Taurean brandy and 
stared at it.  
"I shouldn't be hallucinating this fast...and if I am, I want it with hot fudge sauce and 
women..." 
"Perhaps we traveled through one of those space-time anomaly things?" Tinia asked a bit 
baffled and still looking at the furry thing on the floor left from before. A curious purring 
came from it, but Tinia couldn't tell how it was making the noise. She picked it up and 
absent-mindedly stroked it, the purring calming her. 
"If it's a space-time anomaly, I wish it would get us back home," Adama muttered.
"I can't go back home," Baltar said, downing another swallowmen, the men of those crews snickering and making
comments about the size of something and how his Viper was compensating for
it or rather lack of it.

"Come on. I have to go fight Cylons."

"Hey, they'll never miss one pilot."

"Actually I hope they miss them all," Starbuck said nonchalantly. "And so
will you if the one raider that I would have shot down crashed into a
landing bay."

***

Drifting out of unconsciousness, Baltar felt something yielding underneath
his head. Pillows? Where had Lucifer found such soft, warm, relaxing
pillows? He reached up to fluff them when something seized his wrist.

"No, I don't think that's wise," a woman's voice said.

"Huh?" He opened his eyes and stared at a sight he hadn't seen in over a
yahren. He head was resting on a woman's.er.scantily clad upper torso. The
ideal resting place for any man with any sense.

"Okay, you're awake now."

"No, no, I'm not!" he pleaded. "Let me dream, please. It has to be a dream."

"It's not a dream," she said.
rgy was needed to slow down and return; he was quite shure 
never in his life to see that Monstrous ship ever again.
 

Part 45 - Eugenia
PREVIOUSLY ON: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER
Suddenly, the computer began speaking in a very soothing voice, "My name is Holly. 
Open the pod bay doors, Adama!" 
AND NOW: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER 
"Frak, Adama, WHAT is in this stuff?" Baltar held the glass of Taurean brandy and 
stared at it.  
"I shouldn't be hallucinating this fast...and if I am, I want it with hot fudge sauce and 
women..." 
"Perhaps we traveled through one of those space-time anomaly things?" Tinia asked a bit 
baffled and still looking at the furry thing on the floor left from before. A curious purring 
came from it, but Tinia couldn't tell how it was making the noise. She picked it up and 
absent-mindedly stroked it, the purring calming her. 
"If it's a space-time anomaly, I wish it would get us back home," Adama muttered.
"I can't go back home," Baltar said, downing another swallowrgy was needed to slow down and return; he was quite shure 
never in his life to see that Monstrous ship ever again.
 

Part 45 - Eugenia
PREVIOUSLY ON: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER
Suddenly, the computer began speaking in a very soothing voice, "My name is Holly. 
Open the pod bay doors, Adama!" 
AND NOW: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER 
"Frak, Adama, WHAT is in this stuff?" Baltar held the glass of Taurean brandy and 
stared at it.  
"I shouldn't be hallucinating this fast...and if I am, I want it with hot fudge sauce and 
women..." 
"Perhaps we traveled through one of those space-time anomaly things?" Tinia asked a bit 
baffled and still looking at the furry thing on the floor left from before. A curious purring 
came from it, but Tinia couldn't tell how it was making the noise. She picked it up and 
absent-mindedly stroked it, the purring calming her. 
"If it's a space-time anomaly, I wish it would get us back home," Adama muttered.
"I can't go back home," Baltar said, downing another swallowrgy was needed to slow down and return; he was quite shure 
never in his life to see that Monstrous ship ever again.
 

Part 45 - Eugenia
PREVIOUSLY ON: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER
Suddenly, the computer began speaking in a very soothing voice, "My name is Holly. 
Open the pod bay doors, Adama!" 
AND NOW: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER 
"Frak, Adama, WHAT is in this stuff?" Baltar held the glass of Taurean brandy and 
stared at it.  
"I shouldn't be hallucinating this fast...and if I am, I want it with hot fudge sauce and 
women..." 
"Perhaps we traveled through one of those space-time anomaly things?" Tinia asked a bit 
baffled and still looking at the furry thing on the floor left from before. A curious purring 
came from it, but Tinia couldn't tell how it was making the noise. She picked it up and 
absent-mindedly stroked it, the purring calming her. 
"If it's a space-time anomaly, I wish it would get us back home," Adama muttered.
"I can't go back home," Baltar said, downing another swallowrgy was needed to slow down and return; he was quite shure 
never in his life to see that Monstrous ship ever again.
 

Part 45 - Eugenia
PREVIOUSLY ON: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER
Suddenly, the computer began speaking in a very soothing voice, "My name is Holly. 
Open the pod bay doors, Adama!" 
AND NOW: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER 
"Frak, Adama, WHAT is in this stuff?" Baltar held the glass of Taurean brandy and 
stared at it.  
"I shouldn't be hallucinating this fast...and if I am, I want it with hot fudge sauce and 
women..." 
"Perhaps we traveled through one of those space-time anomaly things?" Tinia asked a bit 
baffled and still looking at the furry thing on the floor left from before. A curious purring 
came from it, but Tinia couldn't tell how it was making the noise. She picked it up and 
absent-mindedly stroked it, the purring calming her. 
"If it's a space-time anomaly, I wish it would get us back home," Adama muttered.
"I can't go back home," Baltar said, downing another swallow. "Why not?" 
"Don't be an idiot, Adama.  
Now that I know Adar's little scheme, he set me up." 
"But I've just told you the truth," Tinia said, still petting the furry thing. 
"In more ways than one," Baltar chugged the last of the Taurean brandy in his glass and 
refilled it.  
"I'm doomed. I'll be blamed for the losses during the Armistice anyway..."  
His voice trailed off, and he looked so miserable that Tinia went over to him. 
She rested a hand on his shoulder. "I know what happened. I could tell Adar - "
SKREECH! 
The furry thing she held suddenly erupted into frightful, high-pitched screams.  
Baltar stumbled back, looking at the thing in horror.  
He pointed. "I know that thing!" 
"You do?" Tinia asked, as the furry thing resumed purring. 
"It's EVIL! Get rid of it!" "How can it be evil?" Adama scowled at Baltar. 
"Trust me; I know." Baltar shivered.  
"I think you've been drinking too much." 
"No," Baltar said, shaking his head, "I haven't drank enough." Something else was 
naggin. "Why not?" 
"Don't be an idiot, Adama.  
Now that I know Adar's little scheme, he set me up." 
"But I've just told you the truth," Tinia said, still petting the furry thing. 
"In more ways than one," Baltar chugged the last of the Taurean brandy in his glass and 
refilled it.  
"I'm doomed. I'll be blamed for the losses during the Armistice anyway..."  
His voice trailed off, and he looked so miserable that Tinia went over to him. 
She rested a hand on his shoulder. "I know what happened. I could tell Adar - "
SKREECH! 
The furry thing she held suddenly erupted into frightful, high-pitched screams.  
Baltar stumbled back, looking at the thing in horror.  
He pointed. "I know that thing!" 
"You do?" Tinia asked, as the furry thing resumed purring. 
"It's EVIL! Get rid of it!" "How can it be evil?" Adama scowled at Baltar. 
"Trust me; I know." Baltar shivered.  
"I think you've been drinking too much." 
"No," Baltar said, shaking his head, "I haven't drank enough." Something else was 
naggin

"Yes, it is." He nodded, rubbing the side of his face against her.

"No, it isn't." Her hand released his wrist and seized his jaw, forcing him
to look upwards - into a pair of the most beautiful blue eyes, the colour
of the skies of the Colonies. And her hair, the colour of the sun.

"An angel of mercy?" he whispered.

"Nope, just a medtech." she said, holding aloft an injector with her free hand.

"Did you detox him?" another woman said. "Colonel Tigh wants him on the
bridge." Baltar looked over and saw a dark haired woman leaning over Adama
who was asleep on a couch.

"I can't believe the intoxication levels of these two," the blonde woman
answered the other. "They must have drunk everything they could find, but
he's sober enough."

"But I don't want to be sober," Baltar murmured.

"It's only for a little while."

"Promise? With hot fudge sauce on top?" Baltar managed a smile. To his joy,
she smiled back at him.

"Sure, why not?" She shrugged and laughed. "I'm Cassiopeia, by the. "Why not?" 
"Don't be an idiot, Adama.  
Now that I know Adar's little scheme, he set me up." 
"But I've just told you the truth," Tinia said, still petting the furry thing. 
"In more ways than one," Baltar chugged the last of the Taurean brandy in his glass and 
refilled it.  
"I'm doomed. I'll be blamed for the losses during the Armistice anyway..."  
His voice trailed off, and he looked so miserable that Tinia went over to him. 
She rested a hand on his shoulder. "I know what happened. I could tell Adar - "
SKREECH! 
The furry thing she held suddenly erupted into frightful, high-pitched screams.  
Baltar stumbled back, looking at the thing in horror.  
He pointed. "I know that thing!" 
"You do?" Tinia asked, as the furry thing resumed purring. 
"It's EVIL! Get rid of it!" "How can it be evil?" Adama scowled at Baltar. 
"Trust me; I know." Baltar shivered.  
"I think you've been drinking too much." 
"No," Baltar said, shaking his head, "I haven't drank enough." Something else was 
naggin. "Why not?" 
"Don't be an idiot, Adama.  
Now that I know Adar's little scheme, he set me up." 
"But I've just told you the truth," Tinia said, still petting the furry thing. 
"In more ways than one," Baltar chugged the last of the Taurean brandy in his glass and 
refilled it.  
"I'm doomed. I'll be blamed for the losses during the Armistice anyway..."  
His voice trailed off, and he looked so miserable that Tinia went over to him. 
She rested a hand on his shoulder. "I know what happened. I could tell Adar - "
SKREECH! 
The furry thing she held suddenly erupted into frightful, high-pitched screams.  
Baltar stumbled back, looking at the thing in horror.  
He pointed. "I know that thing!" 
"You do?" Tinia asked, as the furry thing resumed purring. 
"It's EVIL! Get rid of it!" "How can it be evil?" Adama scowled at Baltar. 
"Trust me; I know." Baltar shivered.  
"I think you've been drinking too much." 
"No," Baltar said, shaking his head, "I haven't drank enough." Something else was 
naggin. "Why not?" 
"Don't be an idiot, Adama.  
Now that I know Adar's little scheme, he set me up." 
"But I've just told you the truth," Tinia said, still petting the furry thing. 
"In more ways than one," Baltar chugged the last of the Taurean brandy in his glass and 
refilled it.  
"I'm doomed. I'll be blamed for the losses during the Armistice anyway..."  
His voice trailed off, and he looked so miserable that Tinia went over to him. 
She rested a hand on his shoulder. "I know what happened. I could tell Adar - "
SKREECH! 
The furry thing she held suddenly erupted into frightful, high-pitched screams.  
Baltar stumbled back, looking at the thing in horror.  
He pointed. "I know that thing!" 
"You do?" Tinia asked, as the furry thing resumed purring. 
"It's EVIL! Get rid of it!" "How can it be evil?" Adama scowled at Baltar. 
"Trust me; I know." Baltar shivered.  
"I think you've been drinking too much." 
"No," Baltar said, shaking his head, "I haven't drank enough." Something else was 
naggin. "Why not?" 
"Don't be an idiot, Adama.  
Now that I know Adar's little scheme, he set me up." 
"But I've just told you the truth," Tinia said, still petting the furry thing. 
"In more ways than one," Baltar chugged the last of the Taurean brandy in his glass and 
refilled it.  
"I'm doomed. I'll be blamed for the losses during the Armistice anyway..."  
His voice trailed off, and he looked so miserable that Tinia went over to him. 
She rested a hand on his shoulder. "I know what happened. I could tell Adar - "
SKREECH! 
The furry thing she held suddenly erupted into frightful, high-pitched screams.  
Baltar stumbled back, looking at the thing in horror.  
He pointed. "I know that thing!" 
"You do?" Tinia asked, as the furry thing resumed purring. 
"It's EVIL! Get rid of it!" "How can it be evil?" Adama scowled at Baltar. 
"Trust me; I know." Baltar shivered.  
"I think you've been drinking too much." 
"No," Baltar said, shaking his head, "I haven't drank enough." Something else was 
nagging at him.  
Something he needed to do, but in all the recent weirdness, he couldn't remember what it 
was. . . 
Part 46 - Carla 
PREVIOUSLY ON:  A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER 
 
"Frak, Adama, WHAT is in this stuff?" 
SKREECH! 
The furry thing she held suddenly erupted into frightful, high-pitched screams. 
Baltar stumbled back, looking at the thing in horror. 
He pointed.  "I know that thing!"
"You do?" Tinia asked, as the furry thing resumed purring. 
"It's EVIL!  Get rid of it!" 
"How can it be evil?" Adama scowled at Baltar.
"Trust me; I know."  Baltar shivered.
"I think you've been drinking too much."
"No," Baltar said, shaking his head, "I haven't drank enough."
Something else was nagging at him.  Something he needed to do, but in all the recent 
weirdness, he couldn't remember what it 
was. . . 
AND NOW: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER
The furry thing suddenly began to expand and out stepped Count Iblis.
"I am Baron Silbi!" he cried. 
"No you are not," said Adama, "you are obviously Coug at him.  
Something he needed to do, but in all the recent weirdness, he couldn't remember what it 
was. . . 
Part 46 - Carla 
PREVIOUSLY ON:  A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER 
 
"Frak, Adama, WHAT is in this stuff?" 
SKREECH! 
The furry thing she held suddenly erupted into frightful, high-pitched screams. 
Baltar stumbled back, looking at the thing in horror. 
He pointed.  "I know that thing!"
"You do?" Tinia asked, as the furry thing resumed purring. 
"It's EVIL!  Get rid of it!" 
"How can it be evil?" Adama scowled at Baltar.
"Trust me; I know."  Baltar shivered.
"I think you've been drinking too much."
"No," Baltar said, shaking his head, "I haven't drank enough."
Something else was nagging at him.  Something he needed to do, but in all the recent 
weirdness, he couldn't remember what it 
was. . . 
AND NOW: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER
The furry thing suddenly began to expand and out stepped Count Iblis.
"I am Baron Silbi!" he cried. 
"No you are not," said Adama, "you are obviously Cou way."

"Such a fitting name for you: a legendary queen of such beauty that the
goddesses were jealous," he said in an awed tone.

"We can talk later," Cassie said, helping him to his feet. "Right now,
someone else wants to speak to you."

"Who would want to speak with me? Everyone hates me." He shook his head
miserably. "There nothing in it for me."

"Oh, I don't know about that. There could always be something. . ."


======================================================
Part 69
Apollo backed away from Zeke, and the camera.

"What I meant to say is, that the Council of Twelve is often faced with,
er, /challenges/ that . . . look, it's like this, some people are just
/slow/. It doesn't mean that they're stupid. Just /slow/."

Apollo spread his arms and smiled weakly at Zara, who stepped forward . . .


======================================================
Part 70
. . . and fell over.

======================================================
Part 71
"What have you done? What is g at him.  
Something he needed to do, but in all the recent weirdness, he couldn't remember what it 
was. . . 
Part 46 - Carla 
PREVIOUSLY ON:  A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER 
 
"Frak, Adama, WHAT is in this stuff?" 
SKREECH! 
The furry thing she held suddenly erupted into frightful, high-pitched screams. 
Baltar stumbled back, looking at the thing in horror. 
He pointed.  "I know that thing!"
"You do?" Tinia asked, as the furry thing resumed purring. 
"It's EVIL!  Get rid of it!" 
"How can it be evil?" Adama scowled at Baltar.
"Trust me; I know."  Baltar shivered.
"I think you've been drinking too much."
"No," Baltar said, shaking his head, "I haven't drank enough."
Something else was nagging at him.  Something he needed to do, but in all the recent 
weirdness, he couldn't remember what it 
was. . . 
AND NOW: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER
The furry thing suddenly began to expand and out stepped Count Iblis.
"I am Baron Silbi!" he cried. 
"No you are not," said Adama, "you are obviously Coug at him.  
Something he needed to do, but in all the recent weirdness, he couldn't remember what it 
was. . . 
Part 46 - Carla 
PREVIOUSLY ON:  A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER 
 
"Frak, Adama, WHAT is in this stuff?" 
SKREECH! 
The furry thing she held suddenly erupted into frightful, high-pitched screams. 
Baltar stumbled back, looking at the thing in horror. 
He pointed.  "I know that thing!"
"You do?" Tinia asked, as the furry thing resumed purring. 
"It's EVIL!  Get rid of it!" 
"How can it be evil?" Adama scowled at Baltar.
"Trust me; I know."  Baltar shivered.
"I think you've been drinking too much."
"No," Baltar said, shaking his head, "I haven't drank enough."
Something else was nagging at him.  Something he needed to do, but in all the recent 
weirdness, he couldn't remember what it 
was. . . 
AND NOW: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER
The furry thing suddenly began to expand and out stepped Count Iblis.
"I am Baron Silbi!" he cried. 
"No you are not," said Adama, "you are obviously Coug at him.  
Something he needed to do, but in all the recent weirdness, he couldn't remember what it 
was. . . 
Part 46 - Carla 
PREVIOUSLY ON:  A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER 
 
"Frak, Adama, WHAT is in this stuff?" 
SKREECH! 
The furry thing she held suddenly erupted into frightful, high-pitched screams. 
Baltar stumbled back, looking at the thing in horror. 
He pointed.  "I know that thing!"
"You do?" Tinia asked, as the furry thing resumed purring. 
"It's EVIL!  Get rid of it!" 
"How can it be evil?" Adama scowled at Baltar.
"Trust me; I know."  Baltar shivered.
"I think you've been drinking too much."
"No," Baltar said, shaking his head, "I haven't drank enough."
Something else was nagging at him.  Something he needed to do, but in all the recent 
weirdness, he couldn't remember what it 
was. . . 
AND NOW: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER
The furry thing suddenly began to expand and out stepped Count Iblis.
"I am Baron Silbi!" he cried. 
"No you are not," said Adama, "you are obviously Coug at him.  
Something he needed to do, but in all the recent weirdness, he couldn't remember what it 
was. . . 
Part 46 - Carla 
PREVIOUSLY ON:  A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER 
 
"Frak, Adama, WHAT is in this stuff?" 
SKREECH! 
The furry thing she held suddenly erupted into frightful, high-pitched screams. 
Baltar stumbled back, looking at the thing in horror. 
He pointed.  "I know that thing!"
"You do?" Tinia asked, as the furry thing resumed purring. 
"It's EVIL!  Get rid of it!" 
"How can it be evil?" Adama scowled at Baltar.
"Trust me; I know."  Baltar shivered.
"I think you've been drinking too much."
"No," Baltar said, shaking his head, "I haven't drank enough."
Something else was nagging at him.  Something he needed to do, but in all the recent 
weirdness, he couldn't remember what it 
was. . . 
AND NOW: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER
The furry thing suddenly began to expand and out stepped Count Iblis.
"I am Baron Silbi!" he cried. 
"No you are not," said Adama, "you are obviously Count Iblis."
"Am not!"
"Are too!" 
Part 47 - Senmut
PREVIOUSLY ON: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER
"No," Baltar said, shaking his head, "I haven't drank enough." 
Something else was nagging at him. Something he needed to do, but in all the recent 
weirdness, he couldn't remember what it was. . .
AND NOW: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER 
"Baltar, HOW do you know it's evil?" asked Tinia. "Tell us!"
"I just know, is all! I feel it, right down to my ver Kor!"
"Ah."
Part 48 - Robert Hanczyk
"Okay. You got me, Commander. My name is actually Mudd, Harry Mudd."  
He twisted the one end of his long mustache.
Part 49 - Lisa Zaza
Abruptly he noticed the other half was missing . . .
Part 50 Carla
"I hear there was supposed to be a Pyramid Night to Remember tonight," he said. 
"Not now," said Baltar, "there's something I was trying to remember." 
"EEEEK!" screamed Tinia, "It's that Eastern Alliance man, Leiter!"
"We will make you talk!" screamed Leiter as he lunged for Tinia's necklace.
He was vapourized by a nt Iblis."
"Am not!"
"Are too!" 
Part 47 - Senmut
PREVIOUSLY ON: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER
"No," Baltar said, shaking his head, "I haven't drank enough." 
Something else was nagging at him. Something he needed to do, but in all the recent 
weirdness, he couldn't remember what it was. . .
AND NOW: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER 
"Baltar, HOW do you know it's evil?" asked Tinia. "Tell us!"
"I just know, is all! I feel it, right down to my ver Kor!"
"Ah."
Part 48 - Robert Hanczyk
"Okay. You got me, Commander. My name is actually Mudd, Harry Mudd."  
He twisted the one end of his long mustache.
Part 49 - Lisa Zaza
Abruptly he noticed the other half was missing . . .
Part 50 Carla
"I hear there was supposed to be a Pyramid Night to Remember tonight," he said. 
"Not now," said Baltar, "there's something I was trying to remember." 
"EEEEK!" screamed Tinia, "It's that Eastern Alliance man, Leiter!"
"We will make you talk!" screamed Leiter as he lunged for Tinia's necklace.
He was vapourized by a /wrong/ with you?" Yuuma cried, looking at
Apollo in disgust, "Somebody take over for Zara! I must get my message to
the people before the Council realizes that. . . " he turned to look into
the lens of the camera that Zeke still held, opening his mouth to continue
speaking . . .

***

Meanwhile, back on the bridge, Adama and Baltar staggered clumsily up to
the top of the command platform where Tigh stood glaring at the monitor on
Omega'a console, "Commander, not since the Destruction, I mean the
/alleged/ Destruction, of the Colonies have I seen /anything/ like this.
Adama swallowed uncertainly and leaned forward to squint in the direction
of the monitor.

======================================================
Part 72
"Frak, that's a lot of Raiders," Adama muttered. He blinked and shook his
head hoping maybe he was seeing double or triple after downing copious
amounts of Taurean brandy. No such luck, they were all still there.

"Yes, sir, it is." Omega nodded.

"As you can see, sir, Blnt Iblis."
"Am not!"
"Are too!" 
Part 47 - Senmut
PREVIOUSLY ON: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER
"No," Baltar said, shaking his head, "I haven't drank enough." 
Something else was nagging at him. Something he needed to do, but in all the recent 
weirdness, he couldn't remember what it was. . .
AND NOW: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER 
"Baltar, HOW do you know it's evil?" asked Tinia. "Tell us!"
"I just know, is all! I feel it, right down to my ver Kor!"
"Ah."
Part 48 - Robert Hanczyk
"Okay. You got me, Commander. My name is actually Mudd, Harry Mudd."  
He twisted the one end of his long mustache.
Part 49 - Lisa Zaza
Abruptly he noticed the other half was missing . . .
Part 50 Carla
"I hear there was supposed to be a Pyramid Night to Remember tonight," he said. 
"Not now," said Baltar, "there's something I was trying to remember." 
"EEEEK!" screamed Tinia, "It's that Eastern Alliance man, Leiter!"
"We will make you talk!" screamed Leiter as he lunged for Tinia's necklace.
He was vapourized by a nt Iblis."
"Am not!"
"Are too!" 
Part 47 - Senmut
PREVIOUSLY ON: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER
"No," Baltar said, shaking his head, "I haven't drank enough." 
Something else was nagging at him. Something he needed to do, but in all the recent 
weirdness, he couldn't remember what it was. . .
AND NOW: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER 
"Baltar, HOW do you know it's evil?" asked Tinia. "Tell us!"
"I just know, is all! I feel it, right down to my ver Kor!"
"Ah."
Part 48 - Robert Hanczyk
"Okay. You got me, Commander. My name is actually Mudd, Harry Mudd."  
He twisted the one end of his long mustache.
Part 49 - Lisa Zaza
Abruptly he noticed the other half was missing . . .
Part 50 Carla
"I hear there was supposed to be a Pyramid Night to Remember tonight," he said. 
"Not now," said Baltar, "there's something I was trying to remember." 
"EEEEK!" screamed Tinia, "It's that Eastern Alliance man, Leiter!"
"We will make you talk!" screamed Leiter as he lunged for Tinia's necklace.
He was vapourized by a nt Iblis."
"Am not!"
"Are too!" 
Part 47 - Senmut
PREVIOUSLY ON: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER
"No," Baltar said, shaking his head, "I haven't drank enough." 
Something else was nagging at him. Something he needed to do, but in all the recent 
weirdness, he couldn't remember what it was. . .
AND NOW: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER 
"Baltar, HOW do you know it's evil?" asked Tinia. "Tell us!"
"I just know, is all! I feel it, right down to my ver Kor!"
"Ah."
Part 48 - Robert Hanczyk
"Okay. You got me, Commander. My name is actually Mudd, Harry Mudd."  
He twisted the one end of his long mustache.
Part 49 - Lisa Zaza
Abruptly he noticed the other half was missing . . .
Part 50 Carla
"I hear there was supposed to be a Pyramid Night to Remember tonight," he said. 
"Not now," said Baltar, "there's something I was trying to remember." 
"EEEEK!" screamed Tinia, "It's that Eastern Alliance man, Leiter!"
"We will make you talk!" screamed Leiter as he lunged for Tinia's necklace.
He was vapourized by a nt Iblis."
"Am not!"
"Are too!" 
Part 47 - Senmut
PREVIOUSLY ON: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER
"No," Baltar said, shaking his head, "I haven't drank enough." 
Something else was nagging at him. Something he needed to do, but in all the recent 
weirdness, he couldn't remember what it was. . .
AND NOW: A PYRAMID NIGHT TO REMEMBER 
"Baltar, HOW do you know it's evil?" asked Tinia. "Tell us!"
"I just know, is all! I feel it, right down to my ver Kor!"
"Ah."
Part 48 - Robert Hanczyk
"Okay. You got me, Commander. My name is actually Mudd, Harry Mudd."  
He twisted the one end of his long mustache.
Part 49 - Lisa Zaza
Abruptly he noticed the other half was missing . . .
Part 50 Carla
"I hear there was supposed to be a Pyramid Night to Remember tonight," he said. 
"Not now," said Baltar, "there's something I was trying to remember." 
"EEEEK!" screamed Tinia, "It's that Eastern Alliance man, Leiter!"
"We will make you talk!" screamed Leiter as he lunged for Tinia's necklace.
He was vapourized by a beam of light that came from Harry Mudd's belt buckle. 
"Now, where is the Pyramid game?" cried Mudd.
"Not now," said Baltar, "there's something I was trying to remember."
"EEEEK!" screamed Tinia, "It's a time loop!"
Part 51 - Liza Zara
Abruptly, the music started and the Councilmembers jumped to the feet 
forming a dance line and began wailing:
Let's do the Time Loop again! 
It's just a jump to the left 
And then a step to the right 
With your hands on your hips 
You bring your knees in tight 
But it's the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane, 
Let's do the Time Loop again! 
Part 52 - Carla
"Does anyone here play the Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules?" 
Mudd pulled out some Pyramid cards and began marking them with a Sharpee. 
He turned to Tinia and pointed at her necklace, "Great galloping Romulan  
fashion designers!  
My good woman!  
Why is your necklace glowing, and what have you done with Norman?"
Part 53 - Carla
"Adama," Tinia said as she eyed Mudd's Sharpee, "Ibeam of light that came from Harry Mudd's belt buckle. 
"Now, where is the Pyramid game?" cried Mudd.
"Not now," said Baltar, "there's something I was trying to remember."
"EEEEK!" screamed Tinia, "It's a time loop!"
Part 51 - Liza Zara
Abruptly, the music started and the Councilmembers jumped to the feet 
forming a dance line and began wailing:
Let's do the Time Loop again! 
It's just a jump to the left 
And then a step to the right 
With your hands on your hips 
You bring your knees in tight 
But it's the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane, 
Let's do the Time Loop again! 
Part 52 - Carla
"Does anyone here play the Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules?" 
Mudd pulled out some Pyramid cards and began marking them with a Sharpee. 
He turned to Tinia and pointed at her necklace, "Great galloping Romulan  
fashion designers!  
My good woman!  
Why is your necklace glowing, and what have you done with Norman?"
Part 53 - Carla
"Adama," Tinia said as she eyed Mudd's Sharpee, "Iue Squadron is holding position between them and
the fleet," Tigh said, watching Adama closely.

"Very good," Adama said quietly.

"Where did Lushifer get so many Raiders?" Baltar leaned over Adama's
shoulder to look at the monitor. He swayed a bit. The med-tech's concoction
had forced him into a variation of sober, but it gave him a splitting
headache and a terrible queasiness. At least Adama didn't look much better.
"Do we even have enough Centurions to pilot them all?"

"Do you?" Tigh asked and glared at Baltar.

***

/Finally,/ Starbuck thought as he pulled on his pants.

"Oh, look, he does it one leg at a time, just like everyone else," Jenny
said laughing.

"Well, if you had been kind enough to hold them out for me, I could have
jumped into them." Starbuck smiled and stepped into his boots.

"Can we try that?" Jenny asked, handing him his belt.

"Later, all right? I have business with some centurions." He grabbed his
helmet and clambered up into the waiting Viper.

"Umm, Starbeam of light that came from Harry Mudd's belt buckle. 
"Now, where is the Pyramid game?" cried Mudd.
"Not now," said Baltar, "there's something I was trying to remember."
"EEEEK!" screamed Tinia, "It's a time loop!"
Part 51 - Liza Zara
Abruptly, the music started and the Councilmembers jumped to the feet 
forming a dance line and began wailing:
Let's do the Time Loop again! 
It's just a jump to the left 
And then a step to the right 
With your hands on your hips 
You bring your knees in tight 
But it's the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane, 
Let's do the Time Loop again! 
Part 52 - Carla
"Does anyone here play the Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules?" 
Mudd pulled out some Pyramid cards and began marking them with a Sharpee. 
He turned to Tinia and pointed at her necklace, "Great galloping Romulan  
fashion designers!  
My good woman!  
Why is your necklace glowing, and what have you done with Norman?"
Part 53 - Carla
"Adama," Tinia said as she eyed Mudd's Sharpee, "Ibeam of light that came from Harry Mudd's belt buckle. 
"Now, where is the Pyramid game?" cried Mudd.
"Not now," said Baltar, "there's something I was trying to remember."
"EEEEK!" screamed Tinia, "It's a time loop!"
Part 51 - Liza Zara
Abruptly, the music started and the Councilmembers jumped to the feet 
forming a dance line and began wailing:
Let's do the Time Loop again! 
It's just a jump to the left 
And then a step to the right 
With your hands on your hips 
You bring your knees in tight 
But it's the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane, 
Let's do the Time Loop again! 
Part 52 - Carla
"Does anyone here play the Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules?" 
Mudd pulled out some Pyramid cards and began marking them with a Sharpee. 
He turned to Tinia and pointed at her necklace, "Great galloping Romulan  
fashion designers!  
My good woman!  
Why is your necklace glowing, and what have you done with Norman?"
Part 53 - Carla
"Adama," Tinia said as she eyed Mudd's Sharpee, "Ibeam of light that came from Harry Mudd's belt buckle. 
"Now, where is the Pyramid game?" cried Mudd.
"Not now," said Baltar, "there's something I was trying to remember."
"EEEEK!" screamed Tinia, "It's a time loop!"
Part 51 - Liza Zara
Abruptly, the music started and the Councilmembers jumped to the feet 
forming a dance line and began wailing:
Let's do the Time Loop again! 
It's just a jump to the left 
And then a step to the right 
With your hands on your hips 
You bring your knees in tight 
But it's the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane, 
Let's do the Time Loop again! 
Part 52 - Carla
"Does anyone here play the Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules?" 
Mudd pulled out some Pyramid cards and began marking them with a Sharpee. 
He turned to Tinia and pointed at her necklace, "Great galloping Romulan  
fashion designers!  
My good woman!  
Why is your necklace glowing, and what have you done with Norman?"
Part 53 - Carla
"Adama," Tinia said as she eyed Mudd's Sharpee, "Ibeam of light that came from Harry Mudd's belt buckle. 
"Now, where is the Pyramid game?" cried Mudd.
"Not now," said Baltar, "there's something I was trying to remember."
"EEEEK!" screamed Tinia, "It's a time loop!"
Part 51 - Liza Zara
Abruptly, the music started and the Councilmembers jumped to the feet 
forming a dance line and began wailing:
Let's do the Time Loop again! 
It's just a jump to the left 
And then a step to the right 
With your hands on your hips 
You bring your knees in tight 
But it's the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane, 
Let's do the Time Loop again! 
Part 52 - Carla
"Does anyone here play the Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death rules?" 
Mudd pulled out some Pyramid cards and began marking them with a Sharpee. 
He turned to Tinia and pointed at her necklace, "Great galloping Romulan  
fashion designers!  
My good woman!  
Why is your necklace glowing, and what have you done with Norman?"
Part 53 - Carla
"Adama," Tinia said as she eyed Mudd's Sharpee, "I think you should decide now 
whether you're going to turn back to the Colonies or continue searching for Earth.  
No matter what happens, those are your two options.  
Going back would mean confronting Adar and going forward would be uncertain.  
Why has Yuuma taken our warriors hostage?  
Why Now? 
Has Croad run out of Ambrosia?  
I think we should tune in to the IFB network and find out if the reporters have stopped 
bickering.  
We need to know if Adar has timed this wanton interruption of the Pyramid tournament 
with some dastardly surprise attack.  
We need to know what everyone's wearing. We must assault the shuttle bay!"
"Get hold of yourself, Tinia,"  
Adama tossed some Taurean Brandy on Siress Tinia's necklace.  
Breaking open and landing on the floor with a hiss and a puff of bluish black smoke, the 
bulky necklace opened a portal to Hades in 
the floor.  
Max von Sydow popped out of it, "Needful, my astrum," he cried in disgust and 
disappeared back through the spinning vortex in think you should decide now 
whether you're going to turn back to the Colonies or continue searching for Earth.  
No matter what happens, those are your two options.  
Going back would mean confronting Adar and going forward would be uncertain.  
Why has Yuuma taken our warriors hostage?  
Why Now? 
Has Croad run out of Ambrosia?  
I think we should tune in to the IFB network and find out if the reporters have stopped 
bickering.  
We need to know if Adar has timed this wanton interruption of the Pyramid tournament 
with some dastardly surprise attack.  
We need to know what everyone's wearing. We must assault the shuttle bay!"
"Get hold of yourself, Tinia,"  
Adama tossed some Taurean Brandy on Siress Tinia's necklace.  
Breaking open and landing on the floor with a hiss and a puff of bluish black smoke, the 
bulky necklace opened a portal to Hades in 
the floor.  
Max von Sydow popped out of it, "Needful, my astrum," he cried in disgust and 
disappeared back through the spinning vortex inbuck?"

"Yes?" Starbuck settled into the seat. Something familiar, thank the Lords.
Something he could deal with.

"With all available Vipers needed and you getting the last one. . ."
Jenny's voice trailed off as the cockpit cover closed.

"All I care about is that she flies," He said over the comline as he
flipped the switches to power up the Viper. He heard the engines catch and
the whine of the most beautiful fighting machine ever rev up.

"Launch when ready," Rigel's voice said over the comline.

"Launching, finally," Starbuck smiled as he was pushed back into the seat.

"Starbuck, darling, you've come back to me!" A female voice said.

"C.O.R.A.?!"

***

"Humans just have no accuracy regarding time and distances," Lucifer said
to himself. "Even after stealing our superior systems, they still can't get
it right." He was seating in the third observation seat of the raider. The
two centurions seated at the flight, navigation, and weapons consoles
looked at each other, the sliding r think you should decide now 
whether you're going to turn back to the Colonies or continue searching for Earth.  
No matter what happens, those are your two options.  
Going back would mean confronting Adar and going forward would be uncertain.  
Why has Yuuma taken our warriors hostage?  
Why Now? 
Has Croad run out of Ambrosia?  
I think we should tune in to the IFB network and find out if the reporters have stopped 
bickering.  
We need to know if Adar has timed this wanton interruption of the Pyramid tournament 
with some dastardly surprise attack.  
We need to know what everyone's wearing. We must assault the shuttle bay!"
"Get hold of yourself, Tinia,"  
Adama tossed some Taurean Brandy on Siress Tinia's necklace.  
Breaking open and landing on the floor with a hiss and a puff of bluish black smoke, the 
bulky necklace opened a portal to Hades in 
the floor.  
Max von Sydow popped out of it, "Needful, my astrum," he cried in disgust and 
disappeared back through the spinning vortex in think you should decide now 
whether you're going to turn back to the Colonies or continue searching for Earth.  
No matter what happens, those are your two options.  
Going back would mean confronting Adar and going forward would be uncertain.  
Why has Yuuma taken our warriors hostage?  
Why Now? 
Has Croad run out of Ambrosia?  
I think we should tune in to the IFB network and find out if the reporters have stopped 
bickering.  
We need to know if Adar has timed this wanton interruption of the Pyramid tournament 
with some dastardly surprise attack.  
We need to know what everyone's wearing. We must assault the shuttle bay!"
"Get hold of yourself, Tinia,"  
Adama tossed some Taurean Brandy on Siress Tinia's necklace.  
Breaking open and landing on the floor with a hiss and a puff of bluish black smoke, the 
bulky necklace opened a portal to Hades in 
the floor.  
Max von Sydow popped out of it, "Needful, my astrum," he cried in disgust and 
disappeared back through the spinning vortex in think you should decide now 
whether you're going to turn back to the Colonies or continue searching for Earth.  
No matter what happens, those are your two options.  
Going back would mean confronting Adar and going forward would be uncertain.  
Why has Yuuma taken our warriors hostage?  
Why Now? 
Has Croad run out of Ambrosia?  
I think we should tune in to the IFB network and find out if the reporters have stopped 
bickering.  
We need to know if Adar has timed this wanton interruption of the Pyramid tournament 
with some dastardly surprise attack.  
We need to know what everyone's wearing. We must assault the shuttle bay!"
"Get hold of yourself, Tinia,"  
Adama tossed some Taurean Brandy on Siress Tinia's necklace.  
Breaking open and landing on the floor with a hiss and a puff of bluish black smoke, the 
bulky necklace opened a portal to Hades in 
the floor.  
Max von Sydow popped out of it, "Needful, my astrum," he cried in disgust and 
disappeared back through the spinning vortex in think you should decide now 
whether you're going to turn back to the Colonies or continue searching for Earth.  
No matter what happens, those are your two options.  
Going back would mean confronting Adar and going forward would be uncertain.  
Why has Yuuma taken our warriors hostage?  
Why Now? 
Has Croad run out of Ambrosia?  
I think we should tune in to the IFB network and find out if the reporters have stopped 
bickering.  
We need to know if Adar has timed this wanton interruption of the Pyramid tournament 
with some dastardly surprise attack.  
We need to know what everyone's wearing. We must assault the shuttle bay!"
"Get hold of yourself, Tinia,"  
Adama tossed some Taurean Brandy on Siress Tinia's necklace.  
Breaking open and landing on the floor with a hiss and a puff of bluish black smoke, the 
bulky necklace opened a portal to Hades in 
the floor.  
Max von Sydow popped out of it, "Needful, my astrum," he cried in disgust and 
disappeared back through the spinning vortex in the floor.
Part 54 - Robert Hanczyk
But it's the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane," (Baltar tightened his belt buckle 
another notch) 
"Let's do the Time Warp again!"
'There's something I'm trying to remember.'
"It's so dreamy, oh fantasy free me So you can't see me, no not at all In another 
dimension, with voyeuristic intention." 
(A pointy ear voice in Baltar's head said, "This is most illogical." Baltar scratched his left 
ear, really tried to feel if there were any "points" to this)
"Well-secluded, I see all  
With a bit of a mind flip  
You're there in the time slip  
And nothing can ever be the same 
You're spaced out on sensation, like you're under 
sedation 
Let's do the Time Warp again!"
Baltar began to walk around in circles with his left hand on his hip, and his right hand 
waving back and forth in the air above his head.
"Let's do the Time Warp again!"
A pink bunny with sunglasses rolled in from the corridor, followed Baltar around his 
walking circle, beating its the floor.
Part 54 - Robert Hanczyk
But it's the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane," (Baltar tightened his belt buckle 
another notch) 
"Let's do the Time Warp again!"
'There's something I'm trying to remember.'
"It's so dreamy, oh fantasy free me So you can't see me, no not at all In another 
dimension, with voyeuristic intention." 
(A pointy ear voice in Baltar's head said, "This is most illogical." Baltar scratched his left 
ear, really tried to feel if there were any "points" to this)
"Well-secluded, I see all  
With a bit of a mind flip  
You're there in the time slip  
And nothing can ever be the same 
You're spaced out on sensation, like you're under 
sedation 
Let's do the Time Warp again!"
Baltar began to walk around in circles with his left hand on his hip, and his right hand 
waving back and forth in the air above his head.
"Let's do the Time Warp again!"
A pink bunny with sunglasses rolled in from the corridor, followed Baltar around his 
walking circle, beating itsed light under the brow of their helms
halting for just a micron, before they returned to their duties.

"Squadrons from Gehenna have arrived," one centurion droned.

"Ah, how fortunate. Baltar should be pleased." Lucifer sounded as happy as
an IL series Cylon could be. The scanner in the Raider lit up and the
monitor showed the familiar face of Baltar.

"Lush-" he started, then stopped and steadied himself. "Luc-i-fer, I have
been informed that you wiss - wish to speak to me." Baltar said carefully,
slowly.

"Baltar, you appear to be impaired and not operating correctly."

"I'm operating well enough."

"You did not contact me regarding your attack order in one centar as you
specified. In fact, you are 25.5 centons late. There is also something. .
.different. . .about your speech patterns."

"No doubt from the brandy," Baltar muttered with an undertone of misery in
his voice that Lucifer had heard before during long stretches of inactivity
on the Baseship.

"Brandy?"

"It is a human the floor.
Part 54 - Robert Hanczyk
But it's the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane," (Baltar tightened his belt buckle 
another notch) 
"Let's do the Time Warp again!"
'There's something I'm trying to remember.'
"It's so dreamy, oh fantasy free me So you can't see me, no not at all In another 
dimension, with voyeuristic intention." 
(A pointy ear voice in Baltar's head said, "This is most illogical." Baltar scratched his left 
ear, really tried to feel if there were any "points" to this)
"Well-secluded, I see all  
With a bit of a mind flip  
You're there in the time slip  
And nothing can ever be the same 
You're spaced out on sensation, like you're under 
sedation 
Let's do the Time Warp again!"
Baltar began to walk around in circles with his left hand on his hip, and his right hand 
waving back and forth in the air above his head.
"Let's do the Time Warp again!"
A pink bunny with sunglasses rolled in from the corridor, followed Baltar around his 
walking circle, beating its the floor.
Part 54 - Robert Hanczyk
But it's the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane," (Baltar tightened his belt buckle 
another notch) 
"Let's do the Time Warp again!"
'There's something I'm trying to remember.'
"It's so dreamy, oh fantasy free me So you can't see me, no not at all In another 
dimension, with voyeuristic intention." 
(A pointy ear voice in Baltar's head said, "This is most illogical." Baltar scratched his left 
ear, really tried to feel if there were any "points" to this)
"Well-secluded, I see all  
With a bit of a mind flip  
You're there in the time slip  
And nothing can ever be the same 
You're spaced out on sensation, like you're under 
sedation 
Let's do the Time Warp again!"
Baltar began to walk around in circles with his left hand on his hip, and his right hand 
waving back and forth in the air above his head.
"Let's do the Time Warp again!"
A pink bunny with sunglasses rolled in from the corridor, followed Baltar around his 
walking circle, beating its the floor.
Part 54 - Robert Hanczyk
But it's the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane," (Baltar tightened his belt buckle 
another notch) 
"Let's do the Time Warp again!"
'There's something I'm trying to remember.'
"It's so dreamy, oh fantasy free me So you can't see me, no not at all In another 
dimension, with voyeuristic intention." 
(A pointy ear voice in Baltar's head said, "This is most illogical." Baltar scratched his left 
ear, really tried to feel if there were any "points" to this)
"Well-secluded, I see all  
With a bit of a mind flip  
You're there in the time slip  
And nothing can ever be the same 
You're spaced out on sensation, like you're under 
sedation 
Let's do the Time Warp again!"
Baltar began to walk around in circles with his left hand on his hip, and his right hand 
waving back and forth in the air above his head.
"Let's do the Time Warp again!"
A pink bunny with sunglasses rolled in from the corridor, followed Baltar around his 
walking circle, beating its the floor.
Part 54 - Robert Hanczyk
But it's the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane," (Baltar tightened his belt buckle 
another notch) 
"Let's do the Time Warp again!"
'There's something I'm trying to remember.'
"It's so dreamy, oh fantasy free me So you can't see me, no not at all In another 
dimension, with voyeuristic intention." 
(A pointy ear voice in Baltar's head said, "This is most illogical." Baltar scratched his left 
ear, really tried to feel if there were any "points" to this)
"Well-secluded, I see all  
With a bit of a mind flip  
You're there in the time slip  
And nothing can ever be the same 
You're spaced out on sensation, like you're under 
sedation 
Let's do the Time Warp again!"
Baltar began to walk around in circles with his left hand on his hip, and his right hand 
waving back and forth in the air above his head.
"Let's do the Time Warp again!"
A pink bunny with sunglasses rolled in from the corridor, followed Baltar around his 
walking circle, beating its drum. It just kept going, and going... and going...
 
Part 55 - Carla
 
"Wait," cried Baltar, "Lucifer is going to attack! Quick! Where's the rest of the Taurean 
Brandy?" 
Part 56
Through the Star doted darkness of vast space the attack squad Of  
Cylon raiders neared more and more to the last ships Of the fleet; 
 
The Colonial emergency Squad just launched with Minutes delay as the  
the panicked crises for help echoed in the radiocoms. 
 
The raiders came Into firing range to those poor helpless transports  
space buses and other refugee ships that were filled with thousands of  
refugees and were practically siting ducks for the well armed Cylon  
Warmachines 
 
But,.. they Did nothing,.. they kept a Straight formation heading  
directly for the Galactica and the lead Raider opend a conection to  
the Battleship: "this is The Cylon Pyramid delegation, Hailing under a  
Flag of truce. 
3 Raiders requesting landing clearance for Galactica alpha Landing bay " 
 
Luciver's voice was  drum. It just kept going, and going... and going...
 
Part 55 - Carla
 
"Wait," cried Baltar, "Lucifer is going to attack! Quick! Where's the rest of the Taurean 
Brandy?" 
Part 56
Through the Star doted darkness of vast space the attack squad Of  
Cylon raiders neared more and more to the last ships Of the fleet; 
 
The Colonial emergency Squad just launched with Minutes delay as the  
the panicked crises for help echoed in the radiocoms. 
 
The raiders came Into firing range to those poor helpless transports  
space buses and other refugee ships that were filled with thousands of  
refugees and were practically siting ducks for the well armed Cylon  
Warmachines 
 
But,.. they Did nothing,.. they kept a Straight formation heading  
directly for the Galactica and the lead Raider opend a conection to  
the Battleship: "this is The Cylon Pyramid delegation, Hailing under a  
Flag of truce. 
3 Raiders requesting landing clearance for Galactica alpha Landing bay " 
 
Luciver's voice was  drum. It just kept going, and going... and going...
 
Part 55 - Carla
 
"Wait," cried Baltar, "Lucifer is going to attack! Quick! Where's the rest of the Taurean 
Brandy?" 
Part 56
Through the Star doted darkness of vast space the attack squad Of  
Cylon raiders neared more and more to the last ships Of the fleet; 
 
The Colonial emergency Squad just launched with Minutes delay as the  
the panicked crises for help echoed in the radiocoms. 
 
The raiders came Into firing range to those poor helpless transports  
space buses and other refugee ships that were filled with thousands of  
refugees and were practically siting ducks for the well armed Cylon  
Warmachines 
 
But,.. they Did nothing,.. they kept a Straight formation heading  
directly for the Galactica and the lead Raider opend a conection to  
the Battleship: "this is The Cylon Pyramid delegation, Hailing under a  
Flag of truce. 
3 Raiders requesting landing clearance for Galactica alpha Landing bay " 
 
Luciver's voice was  drum. It just kept going, and going... and going...
 
Part 55 - Carla
 
"Wait," cried Baltar, "Lucifer is going to attack! Quick! Where's the rest of the Taurean 
Brandy?" 
Part 56
Through the Star doted darkness of vast space the attack squad Of  
Cylon raiders neared more and more to the last ships Of the fleet; 
 
The Colonial emergency Squad just launched with Minutes delay as the  
the panicked crises for help echoed in the radiocoms. 
 
The raiders came Into firing range to those poor helpless transports  
space buses and other refugee ships that were filled with thousands of  
refugees and were practically siting ducks for the well armed Cylon  
Warmachines 
 
But,.. they Did nothing,.. they kept a Straight formation heading  
directly for the Galactica and the lead Raider opend a conection to  
the Battleship: "this is The Cylon Pyramid delegation, Hailing under a  
Flag of truce. 
3 Raiders requesting landing clearance for Galactica alpha Landing bay " 
 
Luciver's voice was  custom during negotiations to partake in food and drink."

"Is that wise?" Lucifer asked slyly. "It would give an enemy the perfect
opportunity to poison the other."

"It's considered impolite to kill each other while negotiating," Baltar
moaned. He lifted a hand to his forehead. Lucifer wondered if it was the
lighting that was giving Baltar a rather odd ashen colour to his skin.

"And have you finished negotiating?" Lucifer asked.

"Have we finished?" Baltar looked off to one side, desperation in his voice.

"No!" Several voices shouted back in unison causing Baltar to wince.

"We're still negotiating." Baltar turned back to the scanner's pickup. He
swayed alarmingly. "About what, I'm not sure. . ." He trailed off, his face
white.

"He's still negotiating," another human appeared next to Baltar, slipping
an arm around him as he slumped.

It was a type of human that Lucifer had little knowledge of. Longer hair,
smaller, more slender, but with a certain upgrade in the chest area as
rev drum. It just kept going, and going... and going...
 
Part 55 - Carla
 
"Wait," cried Baltar, "Lucifer is going to attack! Quick! Where's the rest of the Taurean 
Brandy?" 
Part 56
Through the Star doted darkness of vast space the attack squad Of  
Cylon raiders neared more and more to the last ships Of the fleet; 
 
The Colonial emergency Squad just launched with Minutes delay as the  
the panicked crises for help echoed in the radiocoms. 
 
The raiders came Into firing range to those poor helpless transports  
space buses and other refugee ships that were filled with thousands of  
refugees and were practically siting ducks for the well armed Cylon  
Warmachines 
 
But,.. they Did nothing,.. they kept a Straight formation heading  
directly for the Galactica and the lead Raider opend a conection to  
the Battleship: "this is The Cylon Pyramid delegation, Hailing under a  
Flag of truce. 
3 Raiders requesting landing clearance for Galactica alpha Landing bay " 
 
Luciver's voice was  drum. It just kept going, and going... and going...
 
Part 55 - Carla
 
"Wait," cried Baltar, "Lucifer is going to attack! Quick! Where's the rest of the Taurean 
Brandy?" 
Part 56
Through the Star doted darkness of vast space the attack squad Of  
Cylon raiders neared more and more to the last ships Of the fleet; 
 
The Colonial emergency Squad just launched with Minutes delay as the  
the panicked crises for help echoed in the radiocoms. 
 
The raiders came Into firing range to those poor helpless transports  
space buses and other refugee ships that were filled with thousands of  
refugees and were practically siting ducks for the well armed Cylon  
Warmachines 
 
But,.. they Did nothing,.. they kept a Straight formation heading  
directly for the Galactica and the lead Raider opend a conection to  
the Battleship: "this is The Cylon Pyramid delegation, Hailing under a  
Flag of truce. 
3 Raiders requesting landing clearance for Galactica alpha Landing bay " 
 
Luciver's voice was still echoing through the bridge Of the behemoth  
Galactica; as the one responsible for the night shift Flipped 
 
He gigeld and started To weep,.. "why on MY shift,.." 
 
He pulled himself together; and let an Ordonance put him through to  
were Adama was Just,.. having a private meeting with Baltar. 
Ignoring the strange Singing - he informed Adama that they had  
Cylon raiders requesting Landing clearance!
============================================================
Part 57
Adama closed his eyes, and just hoped it would all miraculously go away. Somehow the insanity 
had erupted into pure, unadulterated chaos. He took a few deep breath, the heady aroma of the 
Taurean Brandy wafting up and assaulting his senses. Dear God, what else could possbily go 
wrong? 
And so He answered . . .  
The door flew open, and the entire Council entered his quarters which he and Baltar had 
somehow managed to escape to, while the Council was singing and strange and unusual 
characters and creatures were mastill echoing through the bridge Of the behemoth  
Galactica; as the one responsible for the night shift Flipped 
 
He gigeld and started To weep,.. "why on MY shift,.." 
 
He pulled himself together; and let an Ordonance put him through to  
were Adama was Just,.. having a private meeting with Baltar. 
Ignoring the strange Singing - he informed Adama that they had  
Cylon raiders requesting Landing clearance!
============================================================
Part 57
Adama closed his eyes, and just hoped it would all miraculously go away. Somehow the insanity 
had erupted into pure, unadulterated chaos. He took a few deep breath, the heady aroma of the 
Taurean Brandy wafting up and assaulting his senses. Dear God, what else could possbily go 
wrong? 
And so He answered . . .  
The door flew open, and the entire Council entered his quarters which he and Baltar had 
somehow managed to escape to, while the Council was singing and strange and unusual 
characters and creatures were mastill echoing through the bridge Of the behemoth  
Galactica; as the one responsible for the night shift Flipped 
 
He gigeld and started To weep,.. "why on MY shift,.." 
 
He pulled himself together; and let an Ordonance put him through to  
were Adama was Just,.. having a private meeting with Baltar. 
Ignoring the strange Singing - he informed Adama that they had  
Cylon raiders requesting Landing clearance!
============================================================
Part 57
Adama closed his eyes, and just hoped it would all miraculously go away. Somehow the insanity 
had erupted into pure, unadulterated chaos. He took a few deep breath, the heady aroma of the 
Taurean Brandy wafting up and assaulting his senses. Dear God, what else could possbily go 
wrong? 
And so He answered . . .  
The door flew open, and the entire Council entered his quarters which he and Baltar had 
somehow managed to escape to, while the Council was singing and strange and unusual 
characters and creatures were mastill echoing through the bridge Of the behemoth  
Galactica; as the one responsible for the night shift Flipped 
 
He gigeld and started To weep,.. "why on MY shift,.." 
 
He pulled himself together; and let an Ordonance put him through to  
were Adama was Just,.. having a private meeting with Baltar. 
Ignoring the strange Singing - he informed Adama that they had  
Cylon raiders requesting Landing clearance!
============================================================
Part 57
Adama closed his eyes, and just hoped it would all miraculously go away. Somehow the insanity 
had erupted into pure, unadulterated chaos. He took a few deep breath, the heady aroma of the 
Taurean Brandy wafting up and assaulting his senses. Dear God, what else could possbily go 
wrong? 
And so He answered . . .  
The door flew open, and the entire Council entered his quarters which he and Baltar had 
somehow managed to escape to, while the Council was singing and strange and unusual 
characters and creatures were maealed by a few scraps of thin cloth covering the human's body. Lucifer
stared fascinated. Baltar had never mentioned a different model of human.
Was this model of human superior in the same way the IL series was superior
to the centurion model of Cylons?

"Who are you?"

"Cassiopeia. He's. . .uh. . .negotiating with me."

"Oh, Lords," Baltar whimpered, "I think I'm going . . ."


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Part 73
"Oh Lords, C.O.R.A.," please tell me they've made room for the weapons in
this viper!", Starbuck moaned in frustration, "And no steep trajectory
vectors, I must stay conscious to defend the fleet against the enemy!"

"Oh, Starbuck. I haven't let you down. The laser cannons have been
reinstalled in the . . . "

======================================================
Part 74
"...turboflush."

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Part 75
"Baltar," Tigh moved threateningly across the command platform toward the
erstwhile traitor, hstill echoing through the bridge Of the behemoth  
Galactica; as the one responsible for the night shift Flipped 
 
He gigeld and started To weep,.. "why on MY shift,.." 
 
He pulled himself together; and let an Ordonance put him through to  
were Adama was Just,.. having a private meeting with Baltar. 
Ignoring the strange Singing - he informed Adama that they had  
Cylon raiders requesting Landing clearance!
============================================================
Part 57
Adama closed his eyes, and just hoped it would all miraculously go away. Somehow the insanity 
had erupted into pure, unadulterated chaos. He took a few deep breath, the heady aroma of the 
Taurean Brandy wafting up and assaulting his senses. Dear God, what else could possbily go 
wrong? 
And so He answered . . .  
The door flew open, and the entire Council entered his quarters which he and Baltar had 
somehow managed to escape to, while the Council was singing and strange and unusual 
characters and creatures were mastill echoing through the bridge Of the behemoth  
Galactica; as the one responsible for the night shift Flipped 
 
He gigeld and started To weep,.. "why on MY shift,.." 
 
He pulled himself together; and let an Ordonance put him through to  
were Adama was Just,.. having a private meeting with Baltar. 
Ignoring the strange Singing - he informed Adama that they had  
Cylon raiders requesting Landing clearance!
============================================================
Part 57
Adama closed his eyes, and just hoped it would all miraculously go away. Somehow the insanity 
had erupted into pure, unadulterated chaos. He took a few deep breath, the heady aroma of the 
Taurean Brandy wafting up and assaulting his senses. Dear God, what else could possbily go 
wrong? 
And so He answered . . .  
The door flew open, and the entire Council entered his quarters which he and Baltar had 
somehow managed to escape to, while the Council was singing and strange and unusual 
characters and creatures were making cameo appearances. Yes, it had started as a serious 
meeting to decide their future, but it had turned into a three-ring circus!  
"Adama, I'm dismayed and appalled that you would retreat to the privacy of your quarters, and 
the depths of your Taurean Brandy at a time like this." Sire Uri droned, a scowl on his features. 
"Privacy?" Adama asked quietly, looking around at the others. "What privacy?" 
"I believe you should be more concerned about the depths right now, old friend." Baltar amended, 
a slight smile flitting across his features as he topped up Adama's glass. 
"You are wise beyond your reputation, Baltar." Adama sniffed. 
"I've been trying to tell you that for yahrens." Baltar replied, taking a drink from his own glass and 
then swirling the liquid in his glass. "Like a gentle whirlpool, it lulls one complacently into 
accepting its finer qualities . . . then its true nature suddenly shows itself, revealing the menacing 
vortex it really is." 
Adama smiled, nodding slowly before loking cameo appearances. Yes, it had started as a serious 
meeting to decide their future, but it had turned into a three-ring circus!  
"Adama, I'm dismayed and appalled that you would retreat to the privacy of your quarters, and 
the depths of your Taurean Brandy at a time like this." Sire Uri droned, a scowl on his features. 
"Privacy?" Adama asked quietly, looking around at the others. "What privacy?" 
"I believe you should be more concerned about the depths right now, old friend." Baltar amended, 
a slight smile flitting across his features as he topped up Adama's glass. 
"You are wise beyond your reputation, Baltar." Adama sniffed. 
"I've been trying to tell you that for yahrens." Baltar replied, taking a drink from his own glass and 
then swirling the liquid in his glass. "Like a gentle whirlpool, it lulls one complacently into 
accepting its finer qualities . . . then its true nature suddenly shows itself, revealing the menacing 
vortex it really is." 
Adama smiled, nodding slowly before loking cameo appearances. Yes, it had started as a serious 
meeting to decide their future, but it had turned into a three-ring circus!  
"Adama, I'm dismayed and appalled that you would retreat to the privacy of your quarters, and 
the depths of your Taurean Brandy at a time like this." Sire Uri droned, a scowl on his features. 
"Privacy?" Adama asked quietly, looking around at the others. "What privacy?" 
"I believe you should be more concerned about the depths right now, old friend." Baltar amended, 
a slight smile flitting across his features as he topped up Adama's glass. 
"You are wise beyond your reputation, Baltar." Adama sniffed. 
"I've been trying to tell you that for yahrens." Baltar replied, taking a drink from his own glass and 
then swirling the liquid in his glass. "Like a gentle whirlpool, it lulls one complacently into 
accepting its finer qualities . . . then its true nature suddenly shows itself, revealing the menacing 
vortex it really is." 
Adama smiled, nodding slowly before loking cameo appearances. Yes, it had started as a serious 
meeting to decide their future, but it had turned into a three-ring circus!  
"Adama, I'm dismayed and appalled that you would retreat to the privacy of your quarters, and 
the depths of your Taurean Brandy at a time like this." Sire Uri droned, a scowl on his features. 
"Privacy?" Adama asked quietly, looking around at the others. "What privacy?" 
"I believe you should be more concerned about the depths right now, old friend." Baltar amended, 
a slight smile flitting across his features as he topped up Adama's glass. 
"You are wise beyond your reputation, Baltar." Adama sniffed. 
"I've been trying to tell you that for yahrens." Baltar replied, taking a drink from his own glass and 
then swirling the liquid in his glass. "Like a gentle whirlpool, it lulls one complacently into 
accepting its finer qualities . . . then its true nature suddenly shows itself, revealing the menacing 
vortex it really is." 
Adama smiled, nodding slowly before lois long elegant fingers curled in a menacing
approximation of a man about to strangle someone, "if there aren't enough
centurions to fly all of those raiders, then who's flying them?"

"Well, I'm sure /some/ of them are being piloted by centurions," Baltar
regained his balance, after a fashion, and staggered forward, his arm
nearly slipping from Cassiopeia's grasp.

"And the others?" Adama held both sides of his pounding head together with
his hands, as if fearing a leakage of some sort.

"Well, the Imperious Leader sub-contracts some of the larger assault wings
out to an independent group," Baltar moved to stand behind Cassiopeia,
ducking for cover as Lucifer's voice continued emanating from the command
console.

"Baltar, what is the status of the negotiations? We haven' got all daily
cycle, you know. There's a 'getting to know you' brunch at Imperious
Leader's place after the attack, and the celebrity guest is going to
auction off his . . .

***

Yuuma adjusted his tunic and combed hiking cameo appearances. Yes, it had started as a serious 
meeting to decide their future, but it had turned into a three-ring circus!  
"Adama, I'm dismayed and appalled that you would retreat to the privacy of your quarters, and 
the depths of your Taurean Brandy at a time like this." Sire Uri droned, a scowl on his features. 
"Privacy?" Adama asked quietly, looking around at the others. "What privacy?" 
"I believe you should be more concerned about the depths right now, old friend." Baltar amended, 
a slight smile flitting across his features as he topped up Adama's glass. 
"You are wise beyond your reputation, Baltar." Adama sniffed. 
"I've been trying to tell you that for yahrens." Baltar replied, taking a drink from his own glass and 
then swirling the liquid in his glass. "Like a gentle whirlpool, it lulls one complacently into 
accepting its finer qualities . . . then its true nature suddenly shows itself, revealing the menacing 
vortex it really is." 
Adama smiled, nodding slowly before loking cameo appearances. Yes, it had started as a serious 
meeting to decide their future, but it had turned into a three-ring circus!  
"Adama, I'm dismayed and appalled that you would retreat to the privacy of your quarters, and 
the depths of your Taurean Brandy at a time like this." Sire Uri droned, a scowl on his features. 
"Privacy?" Adama asked quietly, looking around at the others. "What privacy?" 
"I believe you should be more concerned about the depths right now, old friend." Baltar amended, 
a slight smile flitting across his features as he topped up Adama's glass. 
"You are wise beyond your reputation, Baltar." Adama sniffed. 
"I've been trying to tell you that for yahrens." Baltar replied, taking a drink from his own glass and 
then swirling the liquid in his glass. "Like a gentle whirlpool, it lulls one complacently into 
accepting its finer qualities . . . then its true nature suddenly shows itself, revealing the menacing 
vortex it really is." 
Adama smiled, nodding slowly before looking up at Uri. "You were saying?" 
"I believe there is something that we haven't considered." 
"I doubt that." Baltar replied, putting his feet up on Adama's desk. 
"The people." Uri added, looking to Tinia. 
"Yes, there is that." She replied. "We could lose their confidence completely if we don't show 
them that we're still in charge here." She looked at Adama briefly, then Baltar, before addressing 
the Council further. "If we turn back now, after yahrens of moving towards Earth, we could end up 
with utter arnarchy and . . . a revolution." 
"Messy." Baltar summed up. 
"Yes." Tinia agreed. "However, if we convince the people that the best course of action is to 
continue to move forward . . ." 
"But Adar deceived us! We can't let him get away . . ." Adama stood up, spilling his brandy. 
"Please, Adama! I understand your anger and your need to face off against Adar, but we must put 
the good of the Fleet before your . . . lust for revenge." She dropped his gaze. 
"Is that how you see it?" Adaoking up at Uri. "You were saying?" 
"I believe there is something that we haven't considered." 
"I doubt that." Baltar replied, putting his feet up on Adama's desk. 
"The people." Uri added, looking to Tinia. 
"Yes, there is that." She replied. "We could lose their confidence completely if we don't show 
them that we're still in charge here." She looked at Adama briefly, then Baltar, before addressing 
the Council further. "If we turn back now, after yahrens of moving towards Earth, we could end up 
with utter arnarchy and . . . a revolution." 
"Messy." Baltar summed up. 
"Yes." Tinia agreed. "However, if we convince the people that the best course of action is to 
continue to move forward . . ." 
"But Adar deceived us! We can't let him get away . . ." Adama stood up, spilling his brandy. 
"Please, Adama! I understand your anger and your need to face off against Adar, but we must put 
the good of the Fleet before your . . . lust for revenge." She dropped his gaze. 
"Is that how you see it?" Adaoking up at Uri. "You were saying?" 
"I believe there is something that we haven't considered." 
"I doubt that." Baltar replied, putting his feet up on Adama's desk. 
"The people." Uri added, looking to Tinia. 
"Yes, there is that." She replied. "We could lose their confidence completely if we don't show 
them that we're still in charge here." She looked at Adama briefly, then Baltar, before addressing 
the Council further. "If we turn back now, after yahrens of moving towards Earth, we could end up 
with utter arnarchy and . . . a revolution." 
"Messy." Baltar summed up. 
"Yes." Tinia agreed. "However, if we convince the people that the best course of action is to 
continue to move forward . . ." 
"But Adar deceived us! We can't let him get away . . ." Adama stood up, spilling his brandy. 
"Please, Adama! I understand your anger and your need to face off against Adar, but we must put 
the good of the Fleet before your . . . lust for revenge." She dropped his gaze. 
"Is that how you see it?" Adas deshevelled hair with the fingers
of one hand, stepping over Zara's snoring form to stand staring into the
camera that Zeke still trained on the insurgent.

"You! Hold that microphone steady," a shaky hand lifted the microphone to
Yuuma's lips, "Friends, Colonials, prison escapees, lend me your ears!"

"Eeew!" Apollo cried, "Why would you want them to do that?"

***

"C.O.R.A. ," Starbuck asked carefully as the viper sped from the launch
tube and into space, "if the laser cannons are installed in the facilities,
then how the frak do I fire them. Please don't answer if this is going to
gross me out."

There was no answer as Starbuck's viper lifted itself to a vertically erect
position relative to the plane on which all of the other vipers were
flying. Starbuck heard the sound of the turboflush initiating and realized
that a volley of laser bursts were being fired from the underside of his
viper.

"C.O.R.A.," Starbuck continued speaking in an eerily quiet voice . . .

=================oking up at Uri. "You were saying?" 
"I believe there is something that we haven't considered." 
"I doubt that." Baltar replied, putting his feet up on Adama's desk. 
"The people." Uri added, looking to Tinia. 
"Yes, there is that." She replied. "We could lose their confidence completely if we don't show 
them that we're still in charge here." She looked at Adama briefly, then Baltar, before addressing 
the Council further. "If we turn back now, after yahrens of moving towards Earth, we could end up 
with utter arnarchy and . . . a revolution." 
"Messy." Baltar summed up. 
"Yes." Tinia agreed. "However, if we convince the people that the best course of action is to 
continue to move forward . . ." 
"But Adar deceived us! We can't let him get away . . ." Adama stood up, spilling his brandy. 
"Please, Adama! I understand your anger and your need to face off against Adar, but we must put 
the good of the Fleet before your . . . lust for revenge." She dropped his gaze. 
"Is that how you see it?" Adaoking up at Uri. "You were saying?" 
"I believe there is something that we haven't considered." 
"I doubt that." Baltar replied, putting his feet up on Adama's desk. 
"The people." Uri added, looking to Tinia. 
"Yes, there is that." She replied. "We could lose their confidence completely if we don't show 
them that we're still in charge here." She looked at Adama briefly, then Baltar, before addressing 
the Council further. "If we turn back now, after yahrens of moving towards Earth, we could end up 
with utter arnarchy and . . . a revolution." 
"Messy." Baltar summed up. 
"Yes." Tinia agreed. "However, if we convince the people that the best course of action is to 
continue to move forward . . ." 
"But Adar deceived us! We can't let him get away . . ." Adama stood up, spilling his brandy. 
"Please, Adama! I understand your anger and your need to face off against Adar, but we must put 
the good of the Fleet before your . . . lust for revenge." She dropped his gaze. 
"Is that how you see it?" Adaoking up at Uri. "You were saying?" 
"I believe there is something that we haven't considered." 
"I doubt that." Baltar replied, putting his feet up on Adama's desk. 
"The people." Uri added, looking to Tinia. 
"Yes, there is that." She replied. "We could lose their confidence completely if we don't show 
them that we're still in charge here." She looked at Adama briefly, then Baltar, before addressing 
the Council further. "If we turn back now, after yahrens of moving towards Earth, we could end up 
with utter arnarchy and . . . a revolution." 
"Messy." Baltar summed up. 
"Yes." Tinia agreed. "However, if we convince the people that the best course of action is to 
continue to move forward . . ." 
"But Adar deceived us! We can't let him get away . . ." Adama stood up, spilling his brandy. 
"Please, Adama! I understand your anger and your need to face off against Adar, but we must put 
the good of the Fleet before your . . . lust for revenge." She dropped his gaze. 
"Is that how you see it?" Adama asked, his voice brittle. 
"I'm only saying that as a representative of the people, I must put my own desires aside, and do 
what is best for them. As should you, Adama." 
"Well, you've had a little more time to get used to the idea, Tinia. You alone seem to have been 
aware of Adar's plan all along. And obviously condoned it." Adama shot back, his sense of 
personal injustice far surpassing all else. 
"Now, now . . ." Uri soothed him. "Unfortunately, Siress Tinia is correct. A grave injustice has 
been done regarding Baltar, and I for one believe that instead of sending him back to the Cylons, 
we should welcome him back to our fold. We have much to atone for really." 
Baltar narrowed his eyes, not expecting this. Not at all. He glanced at Adama who looked 
strangely resigned, but as to what . . . 
"And our President and military leader was mislead and betrayed by Adar, making him look like 
an utter fool." Uri smiled slightly. "How does it feel, Adama?"  
"Go on, Uri. Get it over with." Adamma asked, his voice brittle. 
"I'm only saying that as a representative of the people, I must put my own desires aside, and do 
what is best for them. As should you, Adama." 
"Well, you've had a little more time to get used to the idea, Tinia. You alone seem to have been 
aware of Adar's plan all along. And obviously condoned it." Adama shot back, his sense of 
personal injustice far surpassing all else. 
"Now, now . . ." Uri soothed him. "Unfortunately, Siress Tinia is correct. A grave injustice has 
been done regarding Baltar, and I for one believe that instead of sending him back to the Cylons, 
we should welcome him back to our fold. We have much to atone for really." 
Baltar narrowed his eyes, not expecting this. Not at all. He glanced at Adama who looked 
strangely resigned, but as to what . . . 
"And our President and military leader was mislead and betrayed by Adar, making him look like 
an utter fool." Uri smiled slightly. "How does it feel, Adama?"  
"Go on, Uri. Get it over with." Adamma asked, his voice brittle. 
"I'm only saying that as a representative of the people, I must put my own desires aside, and do 
what is best for them. As should you, Adama." 
"Well, you've had a little more time to get used to the idea, Tinia. You alone seem to have been 
aware of Adar's plan all along. And obviously condoned it." Adama shot back, his sense of 
personal injustice far surpassing all else. 
"Now, now . . ." Uri soothed him. "Unfortunately, Siress Tinia is correct. A grave injustice has 
been done regarding Baltar, and I for one believe that instead of sending him back to the Cylons, 
we should welcome him back to our fold. We have much to atone for really." 
Baltar narrowed his eyes, not expecting this. Not at all. He glanced at Adama who looked 
strangely resigned, but as to what . . . 
"And our President and military leader was mislead and betrayed by Adar, making him look like 
an utter fool." Uri smiled slightly. "How does it feel, Adama?"  
"Go on, Uri. Get it over with." Adam=====================================
Part 76
"As a duly elected member of the Council," Sire Domra spoke shrilly as he
rushed up the steps to the command platform and shook his finger in Adama's
still ashen face, "I must insist . . . "


======================================================
Part 77
"As Commander, *I* must insist that you be careful how loudly you speak
right now," Adama warned queasily, daring to interrupt. "I think... I may
throw up on the deck. That could be cathartic, but you wouldn't appreciate
it, not standing there."

=====================================================
Part 78
Lucifer cleared the circuits in the universal joint between his head and
his starched collar, and continued, " . . . celebrity guest is going to
auction off his collection of Hasari action figures. Our Leader has one for
every yahren they were occupied by us, including the rebel Ovion with the
detachable mandibles and jointed limbs."

***

"Shup up, Skipper!" Yuuma shouted and backed upma asked, his voice brittle. 
"I'm only saying that as a representative of the people, I must put my own desires aside, and do 
what is best for them. As should you, Adama." 
"Well, you've had a little more time to get used to the idea, Tinia. You alone seem to have been 
aware of Adar's plan all along. And obviously condoned it." Adama shot back, his sense of 
personal injustice far surpassing all else. 
"Now, now . . ." Uri soothed him. "Unfortunately, Siress Tinia is correct. A grave injustice has 
been done regarding Baltar, and I for one believe that instead of sending him back to the Cylons, 
we should welcome him back to our fold. We have much to atone for really." 
Baltar narrowed his eyes, not expecting this. Not at all. He glanced at Adama who looked 
strangely resigned, but as to what . . . 
"And our President and military leader was mislead and betrayed by Adar, making him look like 
an utter fool." Uri smiled slightly. "How does it feel, Adama?"  
"Go on, Uri. Get it over with." Adamma asked, his voice brittle. 
"I'm only saying that as a representative of the people, I must put my own desires aside, and do 
what is best for them. As should you, Adama." 
"Well, you've had a little more time to get used to the idea, Tinia. You alone seem to have been 
aware of Adar's plan all along. And obviously condoned it." Adama shot back, his sense of 
personal injustice far surpassing all else. 
"Now, now . . ." Uri soothed him. "Unfortunately, Siress Tinia is correct. A grave injustice has 
been done regarding Baltar, and I for one believe that instead of sending him back to the Cylons, 
we should welcome him back to our fold. We have much to atone for really." 
Baltar narrowed his eyes, not expecting this. Not at all. He glanced at Adama who looked 
strangely resigned, but as to what . . . 
"And our President and military leader was mislead and betrayed by Adar, making him look like 
an utter fool." Uri smiled slightly. "How does it feel, Adama?"  
"Go on, Uri. Get it over with." Adamma asked, his voice brittle. 
"I'm only saying that as a representative of the people, I must put my own desires aside, and do 
what is best for them. As should you, Adama." 
"Well, you've had a little more time to get used to the idea, Tinia. You alone seem to have been 
aware of Adar's plan all along. And obviously condoned it." Adama shot back, his sense of 
personal injustice far surpassing all else. 
"Now, now . . ." Uri soothed him. "Unfortunately, Siress Tinia is correct. A grave injustice has 
been done regarding Baltar, and I for one believe that instead of sending him back to the Cylons, 
we should welcome him back to our fold. We have much to atone for really." 
Baltar narrowed his eyes, not expecting this. Not at all. He glanced at Adama who looked 
strangely resigned, but as to what . . . 
"And our President and military leader was mislead and betrayed by Adar, making him look like 
an utter fool." Uri smiled slightly. "How does it feel, Adama?"  
"Go on, Uri. Get it over with." Adama replied evenly. 
"What we need, ladies and gentlemen, is what our people refer to as a 'fall guy'. Someone to take 
the blame, and the punishment, for this unseemly disaster." Uri's face dropped solemnly as he 
moved to stand behind Adama's chair. However, his eyes flashed malignantly. "I believe if we had 
your resignation from both the Council and your command of the Galactica, that we could avoid 
any discussion of possible incarceration, Adama." 
Adama glanced up at Tinia, but she refused to meet his eyes. He saw her wipe a tear away 
surreptitiously. "I see." 
"I believe you do." Uri smiled. "Shall we take a vote? All in favour?" 
Ten hands around the small office reluctantly went up, one after the other. Baltar merely sat there 
shaking his head in disbelief. 
"I believe the motion is carried." Uri smiled, and with a swish of his robes, he departed, the others 
not far behind him. Tinia paused at the door, still not able to meet Adama's eyes, then turned on 
her heel and left. 
"Adama . a replied evenly. 
"What we need, ladies and gentlemen, is what our people refer to as a 'fall guy'. Someone to take 
the blame, and the punishment, for this unseemly disaster." Uri's face dropped solemnly as he 
moved to stand behind Adama's chair. However, his eyes flashed malignantly. "I believe if we had 
your resignation from both the Council and your command of the Galactica, that we could avoid 
any discussion of possible incarceration, Adama." 
Adama glanced up at Tinia, but she refused to meet his eyes. He saw her wipe a tear away 
surreptitiously. "I see." 
"I believe you do." Uri smiled. "Shall we take a vote? All in favour?" 
Ten hands around the small office reluctantly went up, one after the other. Baltar merely sat there 
shaking his head in disbelief. 
"I believe the motion is carried." Uri smiled, and with a swish of his robes, he departed, the others 
not far behind him. Tinia paused at the door, still not able to meet Adama's eyes, then turned on 
her heel and left. 
"Adama . a replied evenly. 
"What we need, ladies and gentlemen, is what our people refer to as a 'fall guy'. Someone to take 
the blame, and the punishment, for this unseemly disaster." Uri's face dropped solemnly as he 
moved to stand behind Adama's chair. However, his eyes flashed malignantly. "I believe if we had 
your resignation from both the Council and your command of the Galactica, that we could avoid 
any discussion of possible incarceration, Adama." 
Adama glanced up at Tinia, but she refused to meet his eyes. He saw her wipe a tear away 
surreptitiously. "I see." 
"I believe you do." Uri smiled. "Shall we take a vote? All in favour?" 
Ten hands around the small office reluctantly went up, one after the other. Baltar merely sat there 
shaking his head in disbelief. 
"I believe the motion is carried." Uri smiled, and with a swish of his robes, he departed, the others 
not far behind him. Tinia paused at the door, still not able to meet Adama's eyes, then turned on 
her heel and left. 
"Adama . , tripping over Zara.

***

Starbuck maneuvered his control stick to hide the underside of his viper
from the other warriors, cleared his throat and continued speaking,
"C.O.R.A. . . . "

***

"What's that viper doing?", Omega stared at the display on his console in
disbelief, as he handed the Commander a bucket.

=====================================================
Part 79
"Not now," said Baltar, his head beginning to clear as a plan of action
that would satisfy Adar, the Council and the Cylons, came to him, only the
Lords of Kobol knew How, in the form of a script written in crayon on a
stone tablet, "there's something I was trying to remember."

"EEEEK!" screamed Tinia, "It's a time loop!"

Abruptly, eerily and distantly familiar music started and the
Council-members all crowded onto the command platform, forming a dance line
and wailing in various Colonial dialects, some truly bad:

Let's do the Time Loop again!
It's just a jump to the left
And then a step to the right
With ya replied evenly. 
"What we need, ladies and gentlemen, is what our people refer to as a 'fall guy'. Someone to take 
the blame, and the punishment, for this unseemly disaster." Uri's face dropped solemnly as he 
moved to stand behind Adama's chair. However, his eyes flashed malignantly. "I believe if we had 
your resignation from both the Council and your command of the Galactica, that we could avoid 
any discussion of possible incarceration, Adama." 
Adama glanced up at Tinia, but she refused to meet his eyes. He saw her wipe a tear away 
surreptitiously. "I see." 
"I believe you do." Uri smiled. "Shall we take a vote? All in favour?" 
Ten hands around the small office reluctantly went up, one after the other. Baltar merely sat there 
shaking his head in disbelief. 
"I believe the motion is carried." Uri smiled, and with a swish of his robes, he departed, the others 
not far behind him. Tinia paused at the door, still not able to meet Adama's eyes, then turned on 
her heel and left. 
"Adama . a replied evenly. 
"What we need, ladies and gentlemen, is what our people refer to as a 'fall guy'. Someone to take 
the blame, and the punishment, for this unseemly disaster." Uri's face dropped solemnly as he 
moved to stand behind Adama's chair. However, his eyes flashed malignantly. "I believe if we had 
your resignation from both the Council and your command of the Galactica, that we could avoid 
any discussion of possible incarceration, Adama." 
Adama glanced up at Tinia, but she refused to meet his eyes. He saw her wipe a tear away 
surreptitiously. "I see." 
"I believe you do." Uri smiled. "Shall we take a vote? All in favour?" 
Ten hands around the small office reluctantly went up, one after the other. Baltar merely sat there 
shaking his head in disbelief. 
"I believe the motion is carried." Uri smiled, and with a swish of his robes, he departed, the others 
not far behind him. Tinia paused at the door, still not able to meet Adama's eyes, then turned on 
her heel and left. 
"Adama . a replied evenly. 
"What we need, ladies and gentlemen, is what our people refer to as a 'fall guy'. Someone to take 
the blame, and the punishment, for this unseemly disaster." Uri's face dropped solemnly as he 
moved to stand behind Adama's chair. However, his eyes flashed malignantly. "I believe if we had 
your resignation from both the Council and your command of the Galactica, that we could avoid 
any discussion of possible incarceration, Adama." 
Adama glanced up at Tinia, but she refused to meet his eyes. He saw her wipe a tear away 
surreptitiously. "I see." 
"I believe you do." Uri smiled. "Shall we take a vote? All in favour?" 
Ten hands around the small office reluctantly went up, one after the other. Baltar merely sat there 
shaking his head in disbelief. 
"I believe the motion is carried." Uri smiled, and with a swish of his robes, he departed, the others 
not far behind him. Tinia paused at the door, still not able to meet Adama's eyes, then turned on 
her heel and left. 
"Adama . . ." Baltar pulled his feet off the desk, and sat forward. 
"Not now, Baltar . . ." Adama whispered, sinking heavily into his chair. "Not now . . ." 
"But Lucifer . . ." 
"That's not my concern any longer"
======================================================
Part 58
Dr. Zee appeared behind Adama. "Don't worry. I have everything under control."
Batlar frowned. "Who is this creepy kid?" The eyes of Dr. Zee turned red.
======================================================
Part 59
"I don't know," Adama shrugged, studying the red eyes, and calling for
Security. "But it's obvious he made it to the brandy before us."
======================================================
Part 60
"But wait..." Adama put a hand to his face and stared blankly for a moment.
"Who snuck into my quarters as I was sleeping and glued daggit fur to my
face? Someone needs to go to the brig for insubordination..."

Dr. Zee grinned evilly.
======================================================
Part 61
Adama yelled, "And G. ." Baltar pulled his feet off the desk, and sat forward. 
"Not now, Baltar . . ." Adama whispered, sinking heavily into his chair. "Not now . . ." 
"But Lucifer . . ." 
"That's not my concern any longer"
======================================================
Part 58
Dr. Zee appeared behind Adama. "Don't worry. I have everything under control."
Batlar frowned. "Who is this creepy kid?" The eyes of Dr. Zee turned red.
======================================================
Part 59
"I don't know," Adama shrugged, studying the red eyes, and calling for
Security. "But it's obvious he made it to the brandy before us."
======================================================
Part 60
"But wait..." Adama put a hand to his face and stared blankly for a moment.
"Who snuck into my quarters as I was sleeping and glued daggit fur to my
face? Someone needs to go to the brig for insubordination..."

Dr. Zee grinned evilly.
======================================================
Part 61
Adama yelled, "And G. ." Baltar pulled his feet off the desk, and sat forward. 
"Not now, Baltar . . ." Adama whispered, sinking heavily into his chair. "Not now . . ." 
"But Lucifer . . ." 
"That's not my concern any longer"
======================================================
Part 58
Dr. Zee appeared behind Adama. "Don't worry. I have everything under control."
Batlar frowned. "Who is this creepy kid?" The eyes of Dr. Zee turned red.
======================================================
Part 59
"I don't know," Adama shrugged, studying the red eyes, and calling for
Security. "But it's obvious he made it to the brandy before us."
======================================================
Part 60
"But wait..." Adama put a hand to his face and stared blankly for a moment.
"Who snuck into my quarters as I was sleeping and glued daggit fur to my
face? Someone needs to go to the brig for insubordination..."

Dr. Zee grinned evilly.
======================================================
Part 61
Adama yelled, "And Gour hands on your hips
You bring your knees in tight
But it's the pelvic thrust that
really drives you insane,
Let's do the Time Loop again!

=====================================================
Part 80
Shimmering light abounded, encompassing the universe in a smattering of
energy that converged on the magnificent Ship of Lights. Lightness, hope,
benevolence, virtue, the Beings basked in the brilliance of goodness,
keeping their constant vigil over those that obviously beared watching.

"Johannes, there's this little group of Humans on a runaway moon that seem
to get in whole lot less trouble and their leader doesn't need to be signed
up to Ethyholics Anonymous."

The disembodied voice came from nowhere, yet everywhere as the Celestial
Choir harmonized somewhere beyond Hope, and just a little bit to the left
of Faith. Johannes--who was also known as John-- sighed, and somewhere a
shooting star flew across the galaxy. "It must be Iblis' influence. I know
these people. While primitive and . ." Baltar pulled his feet off the desk, and sat forward. 
"Not now, Baltar . . ." Adama whispered, sinking heavily into his chair. "Not now . . ." 
"But Lucifer . . ." 
"That's not my concern any longer"
======================================================
Part 58
Dr. Zee appeared behind Adama. "Don't worry. I have everything under control."
Batlar frowned. "Who is this creepy kid?" The eyes of Dr. Zee turned red.
======================================================
Part 59
"I don't know," Adama shrugged, studying the red eyes, and calling for
Security. "But it's obvious he made it to the brandy before us."
======================================================
Part 60
"But wait..." Adama put a hand to his face and stared blankly for a moment.
"Who snuck into my quarters as I was sleeping and glued daggit fur to my
face? Someone needs to go to the brig for insubordination..."

Dr. Zee grinned evilly.
======================================================
Part 61
Adama yelled, "And G. ." Baltar pulled his feet off the desk, and sat forward. 
"Not now, Baltar . . ." Adama whispered, sinking heavily into his chair. "Not now . . ." 
"But Lucifer . . ." 
"That's not my concern any longer"
======================================================
Part 58
Dr. Zee appeared behind Adama. "Don't worry. I have everything under control."
Batlar frowned. "Who is this creepy kid?" The eyes of Dr. Zee turned red.
======================================================
Part 59
"I don't know," Adama shrugged, studying the red eyes, and calling for
Security. "But it's obvious he made it to the brandy before us."
======================================================
Part 60
"But wait..." Adama put a hand to his face and stared blankly for a moment.
"Who snuck into my quarters as I was sleeping and glued daggit fur to my
face? Someone needs to go to the brig for insubordination..."

Dr. Zee grinned evilly.
======================================================
Part 61
Adama yelled, "And G. ." Baltar pulled his feet off the desk, and sat forward. 
"Not now, Baltar . . ." Adama whispered, sinking heavily into his chair. "Not now . . ." 
"But Lucifer . . ." 
"That's not my concern any longer"
======================================================
Part 58
Dr. Zee appeared behind Adama. "Don't worry. I have everything under control."
Batlar frowned. "Who is this creepy kid?" The eyes of Dr. Zee turned red.
======================================================
Part 59
"I don't know," Adama shrugged, studying the red eyes, and calling for
Security. "But it's obvious he made it to the brandy before us."
======================================================
Part 60
"But wait..." Adama put a hand to his face and stared blankly for a moment.
"Who snuck into my quarters as I was sleeping and glued daggit fur to my
face? Someone needs to go to the brig for insubordination..."

Dr. Zee grinned evilly.
======================================================
Part 61
Adama yelled, "And Get Me A Doctor!!!!"

<over the PA system>  "Calling Dr. Howard, Dr. Fine, Dr. Howard. Calling
Dr. Howard, Dr. Fine, Dr. Howard."

Dr. Howard: "Helloooooooo"

Dr. Fine: "Helloooooooooooooooo"

Curly Joe: "Hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

All three in unison.  "Hello."

Adama was really puzzled as three people zoomed into the room singing. "Who
are you?"

The chubby, bald one spoke first. "Why, I'm Curly Joe. Dr. Howard, not this
Dr. Howard, but the other Dr. Howard, was unable to make it today. You
see..."

Moe konked Joe on the top of his head, Joe's head that is.

"Oopf." Joe put his hand on his head.

"Shut up. I'm the boss here." The man with the black hair turned to Adama.
"I'm Moe."

The curly hair dude, not Curly Joe, but the guy with the curly hair
interrupted. "I'm Larry."

Moe turned around and slapped Larry in the face.

"Hey."

"Quiet," Moe growled. "You called the doctor. What do you need doctored?"

"Yeah, we doctor good," Joe jumped in.
=====================et Me A Doctor!!!!"

<over the PA system>  "Calling Dr. Howard, Dr. Fine, Dr. Howard. Calling
Dr. Howard, Dr. Fine, Dr. Howard."

Dr. Howard: "Helloooooooo"

Dr. Fine: "Helloooooooooooooooo"

Curly Joe: "Hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

All three in unison.  "Hello."

Adama was really puzzled as three people zoomed into the room singing. "Who
are you?"

The chubby, bald one spoke first. "Why, I'm Curly Joe. Dr. Howard, not this
Dr. Howard, but the other Dr. Howard, was unable to make it today. You
see..."

Moe konked Joe on the top of his head, Joe's head that is.

"Oopf." Joe put his hand on his head.

"Shut up. I'm the boss here." The man with the black hair turned to Adama.
"I'm Moe."

The curly hair dude, not Curly Joe, but the guy with the curly hair
interrupted. "I'm Larry."

Moe turned around and slapped Larry in the face.

"Hey."

"Quiet," Moe growled. "You called the doctor. What do you need doctored?"

"Yeah, we doctor good," Joe jumped in.
=====================et Me A Doctor!!!!"

<over the PA system>  "Calling Dr. Howard, Dr. Fine, Dr. Howard. Calling
Dr. Howard, Dr. Fine, Dr. Howard."

Dr. Howard: "Helloooooooo"

Dr. Fine: "Helloooooooooooooooo"

Curly Joe: "Hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

All three in unison.  "Hello."

Adama was really puzzled as three people zoomed into the room singing. "Who
are you?"

The chubby, bald one spoke first. "Why, I'm Curly Joe. Dr. Howard, not this
Dr. Howard, but the other Dr. Howard, was unable to make it today. You
see..."

Moe konked Joe on the top of his head, Joe's head that is.

"Oopf." Joe put his hand on his head.

"Shut up. I'm the boss here." The man with the black hair turned to Adama.
"I'm Moe."

The curly hair dude, not Curly Joe, but the guy with the curly hair
interrupted. "I'm Larry."

Moe turned around and slapped Larry in the face.

"Hey."

"Quiet," Moe growled. "You called the doctor. What do you need doctored?"

"Yeah, we doctor good," Joe jumped in.
=====================et Me A Doctor!!!!"

<over the PA system>  "Calling Dr. Howard, Dr. Fine, Dr. Howard. Calling
Dr. Howard, Dr. Fine, Dr. Howard."

Dr. Howard: "Helloooooooo"

Dr. Fine: "Helloooooooooooooooo"

Curly Joe: "Hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

All three in unison.  "Hello."

Adama was really puzzled as three people zoomed into the room singing. "Who
are you?"

The chubby, bald one spoke first. "Why, I'm Curly Joe. Dr. Howard, not this
Dr. Howard, but the other Dr. Howard, was unable to make it today. You
see..."

Moe konked Joe on the top of his head, Joe's head that is.

"Oopf." Joe put his hand on his head.

"Shut up. I'm the boss here." The man with the black hair turned to Adama.
"I'm Moe."

The curly hair dude, not Curly Joe, but the guy with the curly hair
interrupted. "I'm Larry."

Moe turned around and slapped Larry in the face.

"Hey."

"Quiet," Moe growled. "You called the doctor. What do you need doctored?"

"Yeah, we doctor good," Joe jumped in.
=====================et Me A Doctor!!!!"

<over the PA system>  "Calling Dr. Howard, Dr. Fine, Dr. Howard. Calling
Dr. Howard, Dr. Fine, Dr. Howard."

Dr. Howard: "Helloooooooo"

Dr. Fine: "Helloooooooooooooooo"

Curly Joe: "Hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

All three in unison.  "Hello."

Adama was really puzzled as three people zoomed into the room singing. "Who
are you?"

The chubby, bald one spoke first. "Why, I'm Curly Joe. Dr. Howard, not this
Dr. Howard, but the other Dr. Howard, was unable to make it today. You
see..."

Moe konked Joe on the top of his head, Joe's head that is.

"Oopf." Joe put his hand on his head.

"Shut up. I'm the boss here." The man with the black hair turned to Adama.
"I'm Moe."

The curly hair dude, not Curly Joe, but the guy with the curly hair
interrupted. "I'm Larry."

Moe turned around and slapped Larry in the face.

"Hey."

"Quiet," Moe growled. "You called the doctor. What do you need doctored?"

"Yeah, we doctor good," Joe jumped in.
=====================a bit dense, they are essentially good."

"We will continue to watch, and if it is as you say, we may need to visit
them once again."

"Well, that's more than I expected, but less than I desired." John replied.

"Desire is the root of all evil."

"Is it?" He replied, looking down upon the ragtag Fleet once again. "I
thought it was hot fudge sauce. My mistake."

=====================================================
Part 81
"Never mind the Ships of Light", Baltar cried, "I've had a wonderfully
brilliant idea," he struggled out of the Time Loop Conga Line, "Why is the
Council of the Twelve dancing on the command platform?"

At that moment the command platform collapsed and Adama dropped his bucket.

***

"Help me up, Adulteress!", Yuuma wailed plaintively as Zara rolled over and
tripped Zeke, breaking the camera and unconsciously ending her chance for a
Pulitzon Prize.

***

Dad! Dad! The aliens from the Ships of Lights fixed Muffy!

=================================================et Me A Doctor!!!!"

<over the PA system>  "Calling Dr. Howard, Dr. Fine, Dr. Howard. Calling
Dr. Howard, Dr. Fine, Dr. Howard."

Dr. Howard: "Helloooooooo"

Dr. Fine: "Helloooooooooooooooo"

Curly Joe: "Hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

All three in unison.  "Hello."

Adama was really puzzled as three people zoomed into the room singing. "Who
are you?"

The chubby, bald one spoke first. "Why, I'm Curly Joe. Dr. Howard, not this
Dr. Howard, but the other Dr. Howard, was unable to make it today. You
see..."

Moe konked Joe on the top of his head, Joe's head that is.

"Oopf." Joe put his hand on his head.

"Shut up. I'm the boss here." The man with the black hair turned to Adama.
"I'm Moe."

The curly hair dude, not Curly Joe, but the guy with the curly hair
interrupted. "I'm Larry."

Moe turned around and slapped Larry in the face.

"Hey."

"Quiet," Moe growled. "You called the doctor. What do you need doctored?"

"Yeah, we doctor good," Joe jumped in.
======================================================
Part 62
"All right, obviously someone here has just had a psychotic break,"
reflected Adama, "and I'm... very much afraid that *I* did. What *were*
Baltar and I drinking?!"
======================================================
Part 63
Omega ran his hands through his hair. The fleet had gone mad. The Colonel
was being held hostage in the Officers' Club but some nut. The IFB was
broadcasting this and of course every ship in the fleet was desperately
trying to contact Commander Adama. Adama had been called into some
emergency Council meeting. Baltar was supposedly meeting with Adama about
the squadrons of Cylon raiders waiting and now some sparkly-headed Cylon
calling himself Lucifer was requesting landing clearance.

"I didn't sign up for this!" Omega whimpered. "I'm just the communications
guy! Who is in charge here?!"

***

"What? I'm needed on the bridge!" Athena protested, shaking off Yuuma.

"Someone else can do the 'Launch Vipers when ready.' stuff,=================================
Part 62
"All right, obviously someone here has just had a psychotic break,"
reflected Adama, "and I'm... very much afraid that *I* did. What *were*
Baltar and I drinking?!"
======================================================
Part 63
Omega ran his hands through his hair. The fleet had gone mad. The Colonel
was being held hostage in the Officers' Club but some nut. The IFB was
broadcasting this and of course every ship in the fleet was desperately
trying to contact Commander Adama. Adama had been called into some
emergency Council meeting. Baltar was supposedly meeting with Adama about
the squadrons of Cylon raiders waiting and now some sparkly-headed Cylon
calling himself Lucifer was requesting landing clearance.

"I didn't sign up for this!" Omega whimpered. "I'm just the communications
guy! Who is in charge here?!"

***

"What? I'm needed on the bridge!" Athena protested, shaking off Yuuma.

"Someone else can do the 'Launch Vipers when ready.' stuff,=================================
Part 62
"All right, obviously someone here has just had a psychotic break,"
reflected Adama, "and I'm... very much afraid that *I* did. What *were*
Baltar and I drinking?!"
======================================================
Part 63
Omega ran his hands through his hair. The fleet had gone mad. The Colonel
was being held hostage in the Officers' Club but some nut. The IFB was
broadcasting this and of course every ship in the fleet was desperately
trying to contact Commander Adama. Adama had been called into some
emergency Council meeting. Baltar was supposedly meeting with Adama about
the squadrons of Cylon raiders waiting and now some sparkly-headed Cylon
calling himself Lucifer was requesting landing clearance.

"I didn't sign up for this!" Omega whimpered. "I'm just the communications
guy! Who is in charge here?!"

***

"What? I'm needed on the bridge!" Athena protested, shaking off Yuuma.

"Someone else can do the 'Launch Vipers when ready.' stuff,=================================
Part 62
"All right, obviously someone here has just had a psychotic break,"
reflected Adama, "and I'm... very much afraid that *I* did. What *were*
Baltar and I drinking?!"
======================================================
Part 63
Omega ran his hands through his hair. The fleet had gone mad. The Colonel
was being held hostage in the Officers' Club but some nut. The IFB was
broadcasting this and of course every ship in the fleet was desperately
trying to contact Commander Adama. Adama had been called into some
emergency Council meeting. Baltar was supposedly meeting with Adama about
the squadrons of Cylon raiders waiting and now some sparkly-headed Cylon
calling himself Lucifer was requesting landing clearance.

"I didn't sign up for this!" Omega whimpered. "I'm just the communications
guy! Who is in charge here?!"

***

"What? I'm needed on the bridge!" Athena protested, shaking off Yuuma.

"Someone else can do the 'Launch Vipers when ready.' stuff,=================================
Part 62
"All right, obviously someone here has just had a psychotic break,"
reflected Adama, "and I'm... very much afraid that *I* did. What *were*
Baltar and I drinking?!"
======================================================
Part 63
Omega ran his hands through his hair. The fleet had gone mad. The Colonel
was being held hostage in the Officers' Club but some nut. The IFB was
broadcasting this and of course every ship in the fleet was desperately
trying to contact Commander Adama. Adama had been called into some
emergency Council meeting. Baltar was supposedly meeting with Adama about
the squadrons of Cylon raiders waiting and now some sparkly-headed Cylon
calling himself Lucifer was requesting landing clearance.

"I didn't sign up for this!" Omega whimpered. "I'm just the communications
guy! Who is in charge here?!"

***

"What? I'm needed on the bridge!" Athena protested, shaking off Yuuma.

"Someone else can do the 'Launch Vipers when ready.' stuff,====
Part 82
Athena, never thoroughly explaining her abrupt escape from Yuuma and the
insurgents and her subsequent appearance in her father's quarters to anyone
except for Colonel Tigh (she was always his favourite), dug frantically
throught the rubble, rescuing her Father, his bucket, Baltar, Omega and the
Council, fixed a broken finger nail with a portable laser buffer and pulled
a deck of Sharpee marked Pyramid cards from the bosom of her dress.

"Are the 'Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death' rules still in play?"

***

"Please put the nose down, C.O.R.A.! You're embarrassing me in front of the
guys, and I'm pretty sure that Cylon raider just waggled at me. Can I smoke
when the safety harness light is on?"

=====================================================
Part 83
"Commander!" Tigh interrupted.

"What is it, Tigh?" Baltar called out.

"I think he means me." Adama pointed out, raising his head from his bucket.

"Oh, sorry.  Didn't mean to step on any toes." Baltar replied, w=================================
Part 62
"All right, obviously someone here has just had a psychotic break,"
reflected Adama, "and I'm... very much afraid that *I* did. What *were*
Baltar and I drinking?!"
======================================================
Part 63
Omega ran his hands through his hair. The fleet had gone mad. The Colonel
was being held hostage in the Officers' Club but some nut. The IFB was
broadcasting this and of course every ship in the fleet was desperately
trying to contact Commander Adama. Adama had been called into some
emergency Council meeting. Baltar was supposedly meeting with Adama about
the squadrons of Cylon raiders waiting and now some sparkly-headed Cylon
calling himself Lucifer was requesting landing clearance.

"I didn't sign up for this!" Omega whimpered. "I'm just the communications
guy! Who is in charge here?!"

***

"What? I'm needed on the bridge!" Athena protested, shaking off Yuuma.

"Someone else can do the 'Launch Vipers when ready.' stuff," Yuuma said.

"Is that all you think that I do on the bridge?" Athena huffed and crossed
her arms which made the view of her cleavage that much more fascinating.
The remaining men, Tigh, Zeke, and Yuuma stared at the sight.

"Hey, wait," Apollo protested. "That's my sister you're oogling!"

"Oh, she is, is she?" Yuuma smiled. "Now, if I recall, you're Captain
Apollo, Adama's son which would make her Adama's daughter."

"Good going," Athena said, glaring at Apollo. "Making things worse as usual."

"I did not!" Apollo automatically protested.

"Yes, you did," Cassie said.

"You certainly did," Adultress agreed.

"I have to concur." Tigh nodded.

Outnumbered, Apollo looked as if he wanted to hide under the bar.

"So, just what do you plan to do with her?" Shaula asked Yuuma.

***

In his office, Adama handed Baltar the second - or was it the third? -
bottle of Taurean brandy. He had thought President Adar was his friend, had
integrity, had trusted him, and now, he discovered he had " Yuuma said.

"Is that all you think that I do on the bridge?" Athena huffed and crossed
her arms which made the view of her cleavage that much more fascinating.
The remaining men, Tigh, Zeke, and Yuuma stared at the sight.

"Hey, wait," Apollo protested. "That's my sister you're oogling!"

"Oh, she is, is she?" Yuuma smiled. "Now, if I recall, you're Captain
Apollo, Adama's son which would make her Adama's daughter."

"Good going," Athena said, glaring at Apollo. "Making things worse as usual."

"I did not!" Apollo automatically protested.

"Yes, you did," Cassie said.

"You certainly did," Adultress agreed.

"I have to concur." Tigh nodded.

Outnumbered, Apollo looked as if he wanted to hide under the bar.

"So, just what do you plan to do with her?" Shaula asked Yuuma.

***

In his office, Adama handed Baltar the second - or was it the third? -
bottle of Taurean brandy. He had thought President Adar was his friend, had
integrity, had trusted him, and now, he discovered he had " Yuuma said.

"Is that all you think that I do on the bridge?" Athena huffed and crossed
her arms which made the view of her cleavage that much more fascinating.
The remaining men, Tigh, Zeke, and Yuuma stared at the sight.

"Hey, wait," Apollo protested. "That's my sister you're oogling!"

"Oh, she is, is she?" Yuuma smiled. "Now, if I recall, you're Captain
Apollo, Adama's son which would make her Adama's daughter."

"Good going," Athena said, glaring at Apollo. "Making things worse as usual."

"I did not!" Apollo automatically protested.

"Yes, you did," Cassie said.

"You certainly did," Adultress agreed.

"I have to concur." Tigh nodded.

Outnumbered, Apollo looked as if he wanted to hide under the bar.

"So, just what do you plan to do with her?" Shaula asked Yuuma.

***

In his office, Adama handed Baltar the second - or was it the third? -
bottle of Taurean brandy. He had thought President Adar was his friend, had
integrity, had trusted him, and now, he discovered he had " Yuuma said.

"Is that all you think that I do on the bridge?" Athena huffed and crossed
her arms which made the view of her cleavage that much more fascinating.
The remaining men, Tigh, Zeke, and Yuuma stared at the sight.

"Hey, wait," Apollo protested. "That's my sister you're oogling!"

"Oh, she is, is she?" Yuuma smiled. "Now, if I recall, you're Captain
Apollo, Adama's son which would make her Adama's daughter."

"Good going," Athena said, glaring at Apollo. "Making things worse as usual."

"I did not!" Apollo automatically protested.

"Yes, you did," Cassie said.

"You certainly did," Adultress agreed.

"I have to concur." Tigh nodded.

Outnumbered, Apollo looked as if he wanted to hide under the bar.

"So, just what do you plan to do with her?" Shaula asked Yuuma.

***

In his office, Adama handed Baltar the second - or was it the third? -
bottle of Taurean brandy. He had thought President Adar was his friend, had
integrity, had trusted him, and now, he discovered he had " Yuuma said.

"Is that all you think that I do on the bridge?" Athena huffed and crossed
her arms which made the view of her cleavage that much more fascinating.
The remaining men, Tigh, Zeke, and Yuuma stared at the sight.

"Hey, wait," Apollo protested. "That's my sister you're oogling!"

"Oh, she is, is she?" Yuuma smiled. "Now, if I recall, you're Captain
Apollo, Adama's son which would make her Adama's daughter."

"Good going," Athena said, glaring at Apollo. "Making things worse as usual."

"I did not!" Apollo automatically protested.

"Yes, you did," Cassie said.

"You certainly did," Adultress agreed.

"I have to concur." Tigh nodded.

Outnumbered, Apollo looked as if he wanted to hide under the bar.

"So, just what do you plan to do with her?" Shaula asked Yuuma.

***

In his office, Adama handed Baltar the second - or was it the third? -
bottle of Taurean brandy. He had thought President Adar was his friend, had
integrity, had trusted him, and now, he discovered he had iping the
sweat from his brow.

"Really?" Adama drawled. "What exactly did you mean to do when you invited
the Cylons to an Armistice that they had no intention of honouring?"

"I . . . I can't remember. It was Adar's idea. Well, it had nothing to do
with toes anyhow. That much I do remember . . ." he recalled, through the
fogging, pounding organism he called his brain . . .

"Commander?"

"Yes, Tigh?" They said together. Baltar grinned at Adama.

"Somehow Recon Viper One has ended up being launched."

"Recon Viper One? You mean the Test Viper with the new weapons system?"

"Yes, Sir. The Whirly." Tigh replied with a wince.

Adama groaned. "It hasn't been tested yet. What if it backfires, or even
worse still, gets plugged up? How in Hades hole . . .?"

"Starbuck took her, Sir." Omega piped up. "CORA seemed to malfunction. The
computer was supposed to prevent any premature ejection of the fighter
through the launch tube."

"Referred to in several circles as 'launching'." Adama replie" Yuuma said.

"Is that all you think that I do on the bridge?" Athena huffed and crossed
her arms which made the view of her cleavage that much more fascinating.
The remaining men, Tigh, Zeke, and Yuuma stared at the sight.

"Hey, wait," Apollo protested. "That's my sister you're oogling!"

"Oh, she is, is she?" Yuuma smiled. "Now, if I recall, you're Captain
Apollo, Adama's son which would make her Adama's daughter."

"Good going," Athena said, glaring at Apollo. "Making things worse as usual."

"I did not!" Apollo automatically protested.

"Yes, you did," Cassie said.

"You certainly did," Adultress agreed.

"I have to concur." Tigh nodded.

Outnumbered, Apollo looked as if he wanted to hide under the bar.

"So, just what do you plan to do with her?" Shaula asked Yuuma.

***

In his office, Adama handed Baltar the second - or was it the third? -
bottle of Taurean brandy. He had thought President Adar was his friend, had
integrity, had trusted him, and now, he discovered he had been misled...

"I can't believe it. I...was...was..." Baltar moaned, his voice slurred,
handing Adama back the bottle after taking a drink. They had long since
passed the niceties of pouring the brandy in glasses.

"...used..." Adama said, taking the bottle and downing a swallow.

"...manip...mani...mani...manilupated..." "...duped..."

"...fooled..." Baltar took the bottle from Adama. Both men's eyes were
unfocussed as they tried to look at each other. Baltar gave a crooked smile
as they both came to the same conclusion.

"...BETRAYED!..." they chorused.

***
"Dietra, give me back my pants!" Starbuck yelled as the pilots ran down the
corridors toward the launch bays. Starbuck had been retrieving his uniform
en route, but Dietra had been faster when they reached that item of
apparel. "This is not the time to play 'Undress Starbuck!'"

"When will I ever get this chance again?" Dietra called, waving his pants.

======================================================
Part 64
A tall womabeen misled...

"I can't believe it. I...was...was..." Baltar moaned, his voice slurred,
handing Adama back the bottle after taking a drink. They had long since
passed the niceties of pouring the brandy in glasses.

"...used..." Adama said, taking the bottle and downing a swallow.

"...manip...mani...mani...manilupated..." "...duped..."

"...fooled..." Baltar took the bottle from Adama. Both men's eyes were
unfocussed as they tried to look at each other. Baltar gave a crooked smile
as they both came to the same conclusion.

"...BETRAYED!..." they chorused.

***
"Dietra, give me back my pants!" Starbuck yelled as the pilots ran down the
corridors toward the launch bays. Starbuck had been retrieving his uniform
en route, but Dietra had been faster when they reached that item of
apparel. "This is not the time to play 'Undress Starbuck!'"

"When will I ever get this chance again?" Dietra called, waving his pants.

======================================================
Part 64
A tall womabeen misled...

"I can't believe it. I...was...was..." Baltar moaned, his voice slurred,
handing Adama back the bottle after taking a drink. They had long since
passed the niceties of pouring the brandy in glasses.

"...used..." Adama said, taking the bottle and downing a swallow.

"...manip...mani...mani...manilupated..." "...duped..."

"...fooled..." Baltar took the bottle from Adama. Both men's eyes were
unfocussed as they tried to look at each other. Baltar gave a crooked smile
as they both came to the same conclusion.

"...BETRAYED!..." they chorused.

***
"Dietra, give me back my pants!" Starbuck yelled as the pilots ran down the
corridors toward the launch bays. Starbuck had been retrieving his uniform
en route, but Dietra had been faster when they reached that item of
apparel. "This is not the time to play 'Undress Starbuck!'"

"When will I ever get this chance again?" Dietra called, waving his pants.

======================================================
Part 64
A tall womabeen misled...

"I can't believe it. I...was...was..." Baltar moaned, his voice slurred,
handing Adama back the bottle after taking a drink. They had long since
passed the niceties of pouring the brandy in glasses.

"...used..." Adama said, taking the bottle and downing a swallow.

"...manip...mani...mani...manilupated..." "...duped..."

"...fooled..." Baltar took the bottle from Adama. Both men's eyes were
unfocussed as they tried to look at each other. Baltar gave a crooked smile
as they both came to the same conclusion.

"...BETRAYED!..." they chorused.

***
"Dietra, give me back my pants!" Starbuck yelled as the pilots ran down the
corridors toward the launch bays. Starbuck had been retrieving his uniform
en route, but Dietra had been faster when they reached that item of
apparel. "This is not the time to play 'Undress Starbuck!'"

"When will I ever get this chance again?" Dietra called, waving his pants.

======================================================
Part 64
A tall womabeen misled...

"I can't believe it. I...was...was..." Baltar moaned, his voice slurred,
handing Adama back the bottle after taking a drink. They had long since
passed the niceties of pouring the brandy in glasses.

"...used..." Adama said, taking the bottle and downing a swallow.

"...manip...mani...mani...manilupated..." "...duped..."

"...fooled..." Baltar took the bottle from Adama. Both men's eyes were
unfocussed as they tried to look at each other. Baltar gave a crooked smile
as they both came to the same conclusion.

"...BETRAYED!..." they chorused.

***
"Dietra, give me back my pants!" Starbuck yelled as the pilots ran down the
corridors toward the launch bays. Starbuck had been retrieving his uniform
en route, but Dietra had been faster when they reached that item of
apparel. "This is not the time to play 'Undress Starbuck!'"

"When will I ever get this chance again?" Dietra called, waving his pants.

======================================================
Part 64
A tall womad with another
groan. "Oh Lords, give me strength . . . and an antiemetic."
=====================================================
Part 84
Up in the Celestial Chamber, a signal came in on the Gamma Frequency, but
because no Galactican had ever subscribed to voice mail, no-one heard the
eerie voice that broke throught the static and said, . . .

=====================================================
Part 85
..."There are those who believe that life here began out there... far
across the universe..."

=====================================================
Part 86
"Yumma, are you alright?", Apollo cried as Adulteress goosed his bum.

"Stay back!" Yuuma stared stonily at the prone bodies of Zara and Zeke,
"Are you trying to wipe out all who oppose Adama, or are you just plain
clumsy?"

***

"Dad! Dad! Muffy's Glowing!"

***

"Adama, I have the solution!," Baltar crawled over the remains of the
command platform.

=====================================================
Part 87
"Baltar", Lbeen misled...

"I can't believe it. I...was...was..." Baltar moaned, his voice slurred,
handing Adama back the bottle after taking a drink. They had long since
passed the niceties of pouring the brandy in glasses.

"...used..." Adama said, taking the bottle and downing a swallow.

"...manip...mani...mani...manilupated..." "...duped..."

"...fooled..." Baltar took the bottle from Adama. Both men's eyes were
unfocussed as they tried to look at each other. Baltar gave a crooked smile
as they both came to the same conclusion.

"...BETRAYED!..." they chorused.

***
"Dietra, give me back my pants!" Starbuck yelled as the pilots ran down the
corridors toward the launch bays. Starbuck had been retrieving his uniform
en route, but Dietra had been faster when they reached that item of
apparel. "This is not the time to play 'Undress Starbuck!'"

"When will I ever get this chance again?" Dietra called, waving his pants.

======================================================
Part 64
A tall woman with flowing red hair dashed past, stopped suddenly upon
hearing Starbuck's words, laughed "It's *always* time to play 'Undress
Starbuck'!", and grabbed Starbuck's pants away from Dietra. Then she
blinked, looked surprised, and continued, "Oh, sorry. I'm Zellie, from an
alternate universe. I'm not even *in* this storyline, silly writer." She
handed Starbuck's pants back to Dietra. "Carry on!" She ran back the other
way and disappeared.

"Who was that?" asked Dietra. "I don't know a Zellie on GALACTICA."

"I think I wish I did..." Starbuck reflected with a lecherous grin.

"What plant vapors have you been smoking to have a hallucination like that?"

"A hallucination -- that you could also see -- who wants to steal my pants?"

"Yeah," she agreed.

"You want to steal my pants and I'm not hallucinating *you*," Starbuck
pointed out. "So give them back!"

"No." Dietra started running again.

"Frack..." Starbuck sighed, and pursued.

======================================================
n with flowing red hair dashed past, stopped suddenly upon
hearing Starbuck's words, laughed "It's *always* time to play 'Undress
Starbuck'!", and grabbed Starbuck's pants away from Dietra. Then she
blinked, looked surprised, and continued, "Oh, sorry. I'm Zellie, from an
alternate universe. I'm not even *in* this storyline, silly writer." She
handed Starbuck's pants back to Dietra. "Carry on!" She ran back the other
way and disappeared.

"Who was that?" asked Dietra. "I don't know a Zellie on GALACTICA."

"I think I wish I did..." Starbuck reflected with a lecherous grin.

"What plant vapors have you been smoking to have a hallucination like that?"

"A hallucination -- that you could also see -- who wants to steal my pants?"

"Yeah," she agreed.

"You want to steal my pants and I'm not hallucinating *you*," Starbuck
pointed out. "So give them back!"

"No." Dietra started running again.

"Frack..." Starbuck sighed, and pursued.

======================================================
n with flowing red hair dashed past, stopped suddenly upon
hearing Starbuck's words, laughed "It's *always* time to play 'Undress
Starbuck'!", and grabbed Starbuck's pants away from Dietra. Then she
blinked, looked surprised, and continued, "Oh, sorry. I'm Zellie, from an
alternate universe. I'm not even *in* this storyline, silly writer." She
handed Starbuck's pants back to Dietra. "Carry on!" She ran back the other
way and disappeared.

"Who was that?" asked Dietra. "I don't know a Zellie on GALACTICA."

"I think I wish I did..." Starbuck reflected with a lecherous grin.

"What plant vapors have you been smoking to have a hallucination like that?"

"A hallucination -- that you could also see -- who wants to steal my pants?"

"Yeah," she agreed.

"You want to steal my pants and I'm not hallucinating *you*," Starbuck
pointed out. "So give them back!"

"No." Dietra started running again.

"Frack..." Starbuck sighed, and pursued.

======================================================
n with flowing red hair dashed past, stopped suddenly upon
hearing Starbuck's words, laughed "It's *always* time to play 'Undress
Starbuck'!", and grabbed Starbuck's pants away from Dietra. Then she
blinked, looked surprised, and continued, "Oh, sorry. I'm Zellie, from an
alternate universe. I'm not even *in* this storyline, silly writer." She
handed Starbuck's pants back to Dietra. "Carry on!" She ran back the other
way and disappeared.

"Who was that?" asked Dietra. "I don't know a Zellie on GALACTICA."

"I think I wish I did..." Starbuck reflected with a lecherous grin.

"What plant vapors have you been smoking to have a hallucination like that?"

"A hallucination -- that you could also see -- who wants to steal my pants?"

"Yeah," she agreed.

"You want to steal my pants and I'm not hallucinating *you*," Starbuck
pointed out. "So give them back!"

"No." Dietra started running again.

"Frack..." Starbuck sighed, and pursued.

======================================================
n with flowing red hair dashed past, stopped suddenly upon
hearing Starbuck's words, laughed "It's *always* time to play 'Undress
Starbuck'!", and grabbed Starbuck's pants away from Dietra. Then she
blinked, looked surprised, and continued, "Oh, sorry. I'm Zellie, from an
alternate universe. I'm not even *in* this storyline, silly writer." She
handed Starbuck's pants back to Dietra. "Carry on!" She ran back the other
way and disappeared.

"Who was that?" asked Dietra. "I don't know a Zellie on GALACTICA."

"I think I wish I did..." Starbuck reflected with a lecherous grin.

"What plant vapors have you been smoking to have a hallucination like that?"

"A hallucination -- that you could also see -- who wants to steal my pants?"

"Yeah," she agreed.

"You want to steal my pants and I'm not hallucinating *you*," Starbuck
pointed out. "So give them back!"

"No." Dietra started running again.

"Frack..." Starbuck sighed, and pursued.

======================================================
n with flowing red hair dashed past, stopped suddenly upon
hearing Starbuck's words, laughed "It's *always* time to play 'Undress
Starbuck'!", and grabbed Starbuck's pants away from Dietra. Then she
blinked, looked surprised, and continued, "Oh, sorry. I'm Zellie, from an
alternate universe. I'm not even *in* this storyline, silly writer." She
handed Starbuck's pants back to Dietra. "Carry on!" She ran back the other
way and disappeared.

"Who was that?" asked Dietra. "I don't know a Zellie on GALACTICA."

"I think I wish I did..." Starbuck reflected with a lecherous grin.

"What plant vapors have you been smoking to have a hallucination like that?"

"A hallucination -- that you could also see -- who wants to steal my pants?"

"Yeah," she agreed.

"You want to steal my pants and I'm not hallucinating *you*," Starbuck
pointed out. "So give them back!"

"No." Dietra started running again.

"Frack..." Starbuck sighed, and pursued.

======================================================
ucifer swept gracefully into the command centre, shoving Domra
into a bulkhead and stooping to flash down at Baltar, "We've decided,
because of the /other/ raider pilots, to settle this dispute with a game of
Pyramid. Are the 'Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death' rules still in
play?"

=====================================================
Part 88
"Who hotwired C.O.R.A?" Giles asked, as he watched the maneuvers of Recon
Viper One. He could barely suppress his laughter despite the ranks of Cylon
Raiders before him. C.O.R.A. could just fly /over/ the raiders and. .
.well. . .take a dump.

"I didn't hotwire anything!" Giles heard Starbuck's voice over the com-line.

"You know I would do anything for you, Starbuck," C.O.R.A. purred.

"Hey, guys, Starbuck's got C.O.R.A!"

"Sounds like /she's/ got him," Jolly snickered.

"You overrode your programming for me?" Starbuck asked C.O.R.A.

"Of course, darling."

***

"Muffy's not glowing," Apollo said, reassuring Boxey. The Daggit's fur was
Part 65
Knock knock.

"Who's there?" Baltar called out sing-song from beneath Adama's desk. There
was a fair amount of lint there . . . and some spare change. He pocketed it.

"Komma!" A voice shouted through the hatch, giving testimony to the fact
that the hatch isn't as thick as you may think.

"Komma who?" Adama hollered back, topping up Baltar's glass and sliding it
under the desk to him.

"Komma out here, please. We need some help on the Bridge!"

Adama sighed, lying supine on the floor. "Someone better tell them that I'm
not in charge anymore."

"Well, I don't sink it should . . . hic . . . be me." Baltar replied,
pursing his lips together. "How did I get down here?"

"Gravity." Adama replied.

"Not brandy?"

"One thing I've learned over the yahrens, it's always the gravity of the
situation that we should be paying attention to."

"I need to sink about that."

"Okay."

*

"So, just what do you plan to do with her?" Shaula asked Yuuma again, since
he hadn't answered her Part 65
Knock knock.

"Who's there?" Baltar called out sing-song from beneath Adama's desk. There
was a fair amount of lint there . . . and some spare change. He pocketed it.

"Komma!" A voice shouted through the hatch, giving testimony to the fact
that the hatch isn't as thick as you may think.

"Komma who?" Adama hollered back, topping up Baltar's glass and sliding it
under the desk to him.

"Komma out here, please. We need some help on the Bridge!"

Adama sighed, lying supine on the floor. "Someone better tell them that I'm
not in charge anymore."

"Well, I don't sink it should . . . hic . . . be me." Baltar replied,
pursing his lips together. "How did I get down here?"

"Gravity." Adama replied.

"Not brandy?"

"One thing I've learned over the yahrens, it's always the gravity of the
situation that we should be paying attention to."

"I need to sink about that."

"Okay."

*

"So, just what do you plan to do with her?" Shaula asked Yuuma again, since
he hadn't answered her Part 65
Knock knock.

"Who's there?" Baltar called out sing-song from beneath Adama's desk. There
was a fair amount of lint there . . . and some spare change. He pocketed it.

"Komma!" A voice shouted through the hatch, giving testimony to the fact
that the hatch isn't as thick as you may think.

"Komma who?" Adama hollered back, topping up Baltar's glass and sliding it
under the desk to him.

"Komma out here, please. We need some help on the Bridge!"

Adama sighed, lying supine on the floor. "Someone better tell them that I'm
not in charge anymore."

"Well, I don't sink it should . . . hic . . . be me." Baltar replied,
pursing his lips together. "How did I get down here?"

"Gravity." Adama replied.

"Not brandy?"

"One thing I've learned over the yahrens, it's always the gravity of the
situation that we should be paying attention to."

"I need to sink about that."

"Okay."

*

"So, just what do you plan to do with her?" Shaula asked Yuuma again, since
he hadn't answered her Part 65
Knock knock.

"Who's there?" Baltar called out sing-song from beneath Adama's desk. There
was a fair amount of lint there . . . and some spare change. He pocketed it.

"Komma!" A voice shouted through the hatch, giving testimony to the fact
that the hatch isn't as thick as you may think.

"Komma who?" Adama hollered back, topping up Baltar's glass and sliding it
under the desk to him.

"Komma out here, please. We need some help on the Bridge!"

Adama sighed, lying supine on the floor. "Someone better tell them that I'm
not in charge anymore."

"Well, I don't sink it should . . . hic . . . be me." Baltar replied,
pursing his lips together. "How did I get down here?"

"Gravity." Adama replied.

"Not brandy?"

"One thing I've learned over the yahrens, it's always the gravity of the
situation that we should be paying attention to."

"I need to sink about that."

"Okay."

*

"So, just what do you plan to do with her?" Shaula asked Yuuma again, since
he hadn't answered her Part 65
Knock knock.

"Who's there?" Baltar called out sing-song from beneath Adama's desk. There
was a fair amount of lint there . . . and some spare change. He pocketed it.

"Komma!" A voice shouted through the hatch, giving testimony to the fact
that the hatch isn't as thick as you may think.

"Komma who?" Adama hollered back, topping up Baltar's glass and sliding it
under the desk to him.

"Komma out here, please. We need some help on the Bridge!"

Adama sighed, lying supine on the floor. "Someone better tell them that I'm
not in charge anymore."

"Well, I don't sink it should . . . hic . . . be me." Baltar replied,
pursing his lips together. "How did I get down here?"

"Gravity." Adama replied.

"Not brandy?"

"One thing I've learned over the yahrens, it's always the gravity of the
situation that we should be paying attention to."

"I need to sink about that."

"Okay."

*

"So, just what do you plan to do with her?" Shaula asked Yuuma again, since
he hadn't answered her Part 65
Knock knock.

"Who's there?" Baltar called out sing-song from beneath Adama's desk. There
was a fair amount of lint there . . . and some spare change. He pocketed it.

"Komma!" A voice shouted through the hatch, giving testimony to the fact
that the hatch isn't as thick as you may think.

"Komma who?" Adama hollered back, topping up Baltar's glass and sliding it
under the desk to him.

"Komma out here, please. We need some help on the Bridge!"

Adama sighed, lying supine on the floor. "Someone better tell them that I'm
not in charge anymore."

"Well, I don't sink it should . . . hic . . . be me." Baltar replied,
pursing his lips together. "How did I get down here?"

"Gravity." Adama replied.

"Not brandy?"

"One thing I've learned over the yahrens, it's always the gravity of the
situation that we should be paying attention to."

"I need to sink about that."

"Okay."

*

"So, just what do you plan to do with her?" Shaula asked Yuuma again, since
he hadn't answered her 
now white. Apollo looked around for anyone else dressed in white.

"Yes, I'm here," John appeared out of nowhere.

"Did you know about President Adar's actions?"

"Well, we could hardly /not/ know about them." John smiled.

"But if your people knew, then why didn't they stop it?" Apollo's anger
started to creep into his voice. "Why didn't you send someone to do
something? Like you had me do on Terra?"

"Unfortunately we can't interfere. . ."

"But you did on Terra. If you hadn't sent me, the Eastern Alliance would
have - "

"Captain, sometimes we can bend the rules, but it is beyond even us to
control everything." John shook his head. "It is a large universe."

"Tell me about it." Apollo muttered thinking about the distance the fleet
had gone.

Across the room, Shaula nudged Yuuma and pointed at Apollo. "Why is he
talking to the wall?"

"I don't know. Nothing makes sense any more," Yuuma sighed.

***

Baltar rubbed his eyes with his hands. The last few centons had been. .
.odd.the first time. She glared at Athena, regretting
that she had let the sexy Lieutenant Starbuck go.

"I've decided I want to meet Adama face to face to discuss this. Now."
Yuuma replied with a glint in his eye. "I believe Adama's daughter is my
bargaining chip."

"But there's still the matter of the Cylon attack wave coming towards us.
The Commander needs to be on the Bridge." Tigh pointed out.

"Uh . . . maybe not!" Zara announced, holding a hand up in the air. "I just
heard from our Producer. Adama has been dishonourably discharged from the
Colonial Service, and has lost his seat on the Council. The Council is
making a statement, saying that Adama will be going to Tribunal where they
will decide whether he was culpable or merely gullible." Zara nodded at the
insurgents. "It looks like you've won if Adama's downfall was what you were
after."

"We did it, Yuuma!" Shaula cried, her expression changing from one of joy
to one of anger when she noticed he was paying more attention to Athena's
dthe first time. She glared at Athena, regretting
that she had let the sexy Lieutenant Starbuck go.

"I've decided I want to meet Adama face to face to discuss this. Now."
Yuuma replied with a glint in his eye. "I believe Adama's daughter is my
bargaining chip."

"But there's still the matter of the Cylon attack wave coming towards us.
The Commander needs to be on the Bridge." Tigh pointed out.

"Uh . . . maybe not!" Zara announced, holding a hand up in the air. "I just
heard from our Producer. Adama has been dishonourably discharged from the
Colonial Service, and has lost his seat on the Council. The Council is
making a statement, saying that Adama will be going to Tribunal where they
will decide whether he was culpable or merely gullible." Zara nodded at the
insurgents. "It looks like you've won if Adama's downfall was what you were
after."

"We did it, Yuuma!" Shaula cried, her expression changing from one of joy
to one of anger when she noticed he was paying more attention to Athena's
dthe first time. She glared at Athena, regretting
that she had let the sexy Lieutenant Starbuck go.

"I've decided I want to meet Adama face to face to discuss this. Now."
Yuuma replied with a glint in his eye. "I believe Adama's daughter is my
bargaining chip."

"But there's still the matter of the Cylon attack wave coming towards us.
The Commander needs to be on the Bridge." Tigh pointed out.

"Uh . . . maybe not!" Zara announced, holding a hand up in the air. "I just
heard from our Producer. Adama has been dishonourably discharged from the
Colonial Service, and has lost his seat on the Council. The Council is
making a statement, saying that Adama will be going to Tribunal where they
will decide whether he was culpable or merely gullible." Zara nodded at the
insurgents. "It looks like you've won if Adama's downfall was what you were
after."

"We did it, Yuuma!" Shaula cried, her expression changing from one of joy
to one of anger when she noticed he was paying more attention to Athena's
dthe first time. She glared at Athena, regretting
that she had let the sexy Lieutenant Starbuck go.

"I've decided I want to meet Adama face to face to discuss this. Now."
Yuuma replied with a glint in his eye. "I believe Adama's daughter is my
bargaining chip."

"But there's still the matter of the Cylon attack wave coming towards us.
The Commander needs to be on the Bridge." Tigh pointed out.

"Uh . . . maybe not!" Zara announced, holding a hand up in the air. "I just
heard from our Producer. Adama has been dishonourably discharged from the
Colonial Service, and has lost his seat on the Council. The Council is
making a statement, saying that Adama will be going to Tribunal where they
will decide whether he was culpable or merely gullible." Zara nodded at the
insurgents. "It looks like you've won if Adama's downfall was what you were
after."

"We did it, Yuuma!" Shaula cried, her expression changing from one of joy
to one of anger when she noticed he was paying more attention to Athena's
dthe first time. She glared at Athena, regretting
that she had let the sexy Lieutenant Starbuck go.

"I've decided I want to meet Adama face to face to discuss this. Now."
Yuuma replied with a glint in his eye. "I believe Adama's daughter is my
bargaining chip."

"But there's still the matter of the Cylon attack wave coming towards us.
The Commander needs to be on the Bridge." Tigh pointed out.

"Uh . . . maybe not!" Zara announced, holding a hand up in the air. "I just
heard from our Producer. Adama has been dishonourably discharged from the
Colonial Service, and has lost his seat on the Council. The Council is
making a statement, saying that Adama will be going to Tribunal where they
will decide whether he was culpable or merely gullible." Zara nodded at the
insurgents. "It looks like you've won if Adama's downfall was what you were
after."

"We did it, Yuuma!" Shaula cried, her expression changing from one of joy
to one of anger when she noticed he was paying more attention to Athena's
dthe first time. She glared at Athena, regretting
that she had let the sexy Lieutenant Starbuck go.

"I've decided I want to meet Adama face to face to discuss this. Now."
Yuuma replied with a glint in his eye. "I believe Adama's daughter is my
bargaining chip."

"But there's still the matter of the Cylon attack wave coming towards us.
The Commander needs to be on the Bridge." Tigh pointed out.

"Uh . . . maybe not!" Zara announced, holding a hand up in the air. "I just
heard from our Producer. Adama has been dishonourably discharged from the
Colonial Service, and has lost his seat on the Council. The Council is
making a statement, saying that Adama will be going to Tribunal where they
will decide whether he was culpable or merely gullible." Zara nodded at the
insurgents. "It looks like you've won if Adama's downfall was what you were
after."

"We did it, Yuuma!" Shaula cried, her expression changing from one of joy
to one of anger when she noticed he was paying more attention to Athena's
d The Council dancing, time repeating, the command platform giving way,
a beautiful dark-haired woman hauling him out the rubble, his angel of
mercy lost in the chaos, and now Lucifer on the /Galactica's/ bridge
flashing him?

"How did you get up here?" Adama asked, his voice wavering, his face pale.

"I was granted landing clearance, of course," Lucifer bowed slightly.

"Oh. Tigh?" Adama looked to the Colonel.

"Yes, we did. We were trying to minimize the casualties."

"Good, very good. Er. . ." Adama paused, trying to recall the IL series
Cylon's designation.

"Lucifer," Baltar said to Adama.

". . .Lucifer, what did you want to discuss?" It had been a long day and
only seemed to be getting longer.

"A game of Pyramid. 'Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death' Rules."

"Right, who will be the players?"

"It appears that the game that was interrupted had six players."

"In two teams," Tigh added.

"I suppose I shall have to summon another associate of mine." Lucifer said.
A sense ecolletage than to the news. She smacked him upside the head.

"Ow!" Yuuma cried, the news somehow free to now cross the synapse that had
been blocked by the view of Athena's perky . . . nature. "We won, Shaula!
Adama is in disgrace. We won!"

Apollo blinked in disbelief, as did Athena and Tigh.

"You are free to go." Yuuma told them as the room broke into celebration.

"Wait a centon, if father's been dishonorably discharged, and we're here,
then who's in charge of the Galactica?" Apollo asked. "Oh, frack . . ."

*

Once or twice, Omega had imagined himself as Commander of a great
Battlestar, defending his ship against the dreaded enemy. Oh, how he would
be heralded as a Hero of the Colonial Nation, a leader of men, a brilliant
tactician! Or maybe not . . .

"What do you mean he won't come out?" Omega moaned.

"He won't come out. I tried everything." Komma assured him. "Begging,
pleading, knock-knock jokes."

"Wait a centon," Rigel interupted. "Why did you go anyway? Surely, there's
ecolletage than to the news. She smacked him upside the head.

"Ow!" Yuuma cried, the news somehow free to now cross the synapse that had
been blocked by the view of Athena's perky . . . nature. "We won, Shaula!
Adama is in disgrace. We won!"

Apollo blinked in disbelief, as did Athena and Tigh.

"You are free to go." Yuuma told them as the room broke into celebration.

"Wait a centon, if father's been dishonorably discharged, and we're here,
then who's in charge of the Galactica?" Apollo asked. "Oh, frack . . ."

*

Once or twice, Omega had imagined himself as Commander of a great
Battlestar, defending his ship against the dreaded enemy. Oh, how he would
be heralded as a Hero of the Colonial Nation, a leader of men, a brilliant
tactician! Or maybe not . . .

"What do you mean he won't come out?" Omega moaned.

"He won't come out. I tried everything." Komma assured him. "Begging,
pleading, knock-knock jokes."

"Wait a centon," Rigel interupted. "Why did you go anyway? Surely, there's
ecolletage than to the news. She smacked him upside the head.

"Ow!" Yuuma cried, the news somehow free to now cross the synapse that had
been blocked by the view of Athena's perky . . . nature. "We won, Shaula!
Adama is in disgrace. We won!"

Apollo blinked in disbelief, as did Athena and Tigh.

"You are free to go." Yuuma told them as the room broke into celebration.

"Wait a centon, if father's been dishonorably discharged, and we're here,
then who's in charge of the Galactica?" Apollo asked. "Oh, frack . . ."

*

Once or twice, Omega had imagined himself as Commander of a great
Battlestar, defending his ship against the dreaded enemy. Oh, how he would
be heralded as a Hero of the Colonial Nation, a leader of men, a brilliant
tactician! Or maybe not . . .

"What do you mean he won't come out?" Omega moaned.

"He won't come out. I tried everything." Komma assured him. "Begging,
pleading, knock-knock jokes."

"Wait a centon," Rigel interupted. "Why did you go anyway? Surely, there's
ecolletage than to the news. She smacked him upside the head.

"Ow!" Yuuma cried, the news somehow free to now cross the synapse that had
been blocked by the view of Athena's perky . . . nature. "We won, Shaula!
Adama is in disgrace. We won!"

Apollo blinked in disbelief, as did Athena and Tigh.

"You are free to go." Yuuma told them as the room broke into celebration.

"Wait a centon, if father's been dishonorably discharged, and we're here,
then who's in charge of the Galactica?" Apollo asked. "Oh, frack . . ."

*

Once or twice, Omega had imagined himself as Commander of a great
Battlestar, defending his ship against the dreaded enemy. Oh, how he would
be heralded as a Hero of the Colonial Nation, a leader of men, a brilliant
tactician! Or maybe not . . .

"What do you mean he won't come out?" Omega moaned.

"He won't come out. I tried everything." Komma assured him. "Begging,
pleading, knock-knock jokes."

"Wait a centon," Rigel interupted. "Why did you go anyway? Surely, there's
ecolletage than to the news. She smacked him upside the head.

"Ow!" Yuuma cried, the news somehow free to now cross the synapse that had
been blocked by the view of Athena's perky . . . nature. "We won, Shaula!
Adama is in disgrace. We won!"

Apollo blinked in disbelief, as did Athena and Tigh.

"You are free to go." Yuuma told them as the room broke into celebration.

"Wait a centon, if father's been dishonorably discharged, and we're here,
then who's in charge of the Galactica?" Apollo asked. "Oh, frack . . ."

*

Once or twice, Omega had imagined himself as Commander of a great
Battlestar, defending his ship against the dreaded enemy. Oh, how he would
be heralded as a Hero of the Colonial Nation, a leader of men, a brilliant
tactician! Or maybe not . . .

"What do you mean he won't come out?" Omega moaned.

"He won't come out. I tried everything." Komma assured him. "Begging,
pleading, knock-knock jokes."

"Wait a centon," Rigel interupted. "Why did you go anyway? Surely, there's
ecolletage than to the news. She smacked him upside the head.

"Ow!" Yuuma cried, the news somehow free to now cross the synapse that had
been blocked by the view of Athena's perky . . . nature. "We won, Shaula!
Adama is in disgrace. We won!"

Apollo blinked in disbelief, as did Athena and Tigh.

"You are free to go." Yuuma told them as the room broke into celebration.

"Wait a centon, if father's been dishonorably discharged, and we're here,
then who's in charge of the Galactica?" Apollo asked. "Oh, frack . . ."

*

Once or twice, Omega had imagined himself as Commander of a great
Battlestar, defending his ship against the dreaded enemy. Oh, how he would
be heralded as a Hero of the Colonial Nation, a leader of men, a brilliant
tactician! Or maybe not . . .

"What do you mean he won't come out?" Omega moaned.

"He won't come out. I tried everything." Komma assured him. "Begging,
pleading, knock-knock jokes."

"Wait a centon," Rigel interupted. "Why did you go anyway? Surely, there's
of dread come over Baltar. Lucifer wouldn't send for /that/
particular Cylon, would he? "And Baltar will fill our third position."

"No! I don't want to be on your team! Adama, you heard Adar, the Siress! I
was as much a victim in this as any of you! More, since you didn't believe
me!" Baltar protested.

"Look, I just want to get this over with," Adama snapped.

"You can't make me!" Baltar's eyes widened with near hysteria. "I want to
go home! It's been so long since I had a decent turbo-wash!"

"Hot fudge sauce," a female voice sang softly behind Baltar. He turned and
there she was. His angel of mercy.

"You promise?" he whimpered, wondering how she kept that dress on.

"Yes." She smiled.

"Now, Commander," Lucifer said, "who shall represent your side?"


=====================================================
Part 89
Belching loudly, and with a half-naked flozon on each arm, Sire Uri
stumbled in.

"Whass 'veryone lookin' at?"

grinning in the way only Cylons can, Lucifer said...

someone more appropriate?"

"Something about having the most appropriate name for the knock-knock
joke." Komma shrugged.  Truthfully, he'd rather be bank in the Computer
Centre. "And don't call me Shirley."

*

Starbuck had pursued a few women in his lifetime, but none ran as fast as
Dietra. By the time he hit Alpha Bay, she and his pants had launched.

"Frack!" he snapped, looking around in frustration, amazed that just about
every female member of the flight and hangar crews were there to watch.

"Let me help you out, Starbuck."

He turned to see Jenny holding a pressure suit. "Uh . . ."

She smiled sweetly, "Well, you can launch out of uniform, but not without
your pressure suit. Just pop into decon, then come back here and give us a
little show . . . and we'll let you launch. Easy, peasy."

"Show?" he asked, not really liking the sound of that.

"Yeah. Dietra mentioned a little incident back when she was going through
fighter pilot training. Seems you and Apollo gave a few lesson
someone more appropriate?"

"Something about having the most appropriate name for the knock-knock
joke." Komma shrugged.  Truthfully, he'd rather be bank in the Computer
Centre. "And don't call me Shirley."

*

Starbuck had pursued a few women in his lifetime, but none ran as fast as
Dietra. By the time he hit Alpha Bay, she and his pants had launched.

"Frack!" he snapped, looking around in frustration, amazed that just about
every female member of the flight and hangar crews were there to watch.

"Let me help you out, Starbuck."

He turned to see Jenny holding a pressure suit. "Uh . . ."

She smiled sweetly, "Well, you can launch out of uniform, but not without
your pressure suit. Just pop into decon, then come back here and give us a
little show . . . and we'll let you launch. Easy, peasy."

"Show?" he asked, not really liking the sound of that.

"Yeah. Dietra mentioned a little incident back when she was going through
fighter pilot training. Seems you and Apollo gave a few lesson
someone more appropriate?"

"Something about having the most appropriate name for the knock-knock
joke." Komma shrugged.  Truthfully, he'd rather be bank in the Computer
Centre. "And don't call me Shirley."

*

Starbuck had pursued a few women in his lifetime, but none ran as fast as
Dietra. By the time he hit Alpha Bay, she and his pants had launched.

"Frack!" he snapped, looking around in frustration, amazed that just about
every female member of the flight and hangar crews were there to watch.

"Let me help you out, Starbuck."

He turned to see Jenny holding a pressure suit. "Uh . . ."

She smiled sweetly, "Well, you can launch out of uniform, but not without
your pressure suit. Just pop into decon, then come back here and give us a
little show . . . and we'll let you launch. Easy, peasy."

"Show?" he asked, not really liking the sound of that.

"Yeah. Dietra mentioned a little incident back when she was going through
fighter pilot training. Seems you and Apollo gave a few lesson
someone more appropriate?"

"Something about having the most appropriate name for the knock-knock
joke." Komma shrugged.  Truthfully, he'd rather be bank in the Computer
Centre. "And don't call me Shirley."

*

Starbuck had pursued a few women in his lifetime, but none ran as fast as
Dietra. By the time he hit Alpha Bay, she and his pants had launched.

"Frack!" he snapped, looking around in frustration, amazed that just about
every female member of the flight and hangar crews were there to watch.

"Let me help you out, Starbuck."

He turned to see Jenny holding a pressure suit. "Uh . . ."

She smiled sweetly, "Well, you can launch out of uniform, but not without
your pressure suit. Just pop into decon, then come back here and give us a
little show . . . and we'll let you launch. Easy, peasy."

"Show?" he asked, not really liking the sound of that.

"Yeah. Dietra mentioned a little incident back when she was going through
fighter pilot training. Seems you and Apollo gave a few lesson
someone more appropriate?"

"Something about having the most appropriate name for the knock-knock
joke." Komma shrugged.  Truthfully, he'd rather be bank in the Computer
Centre. "And don't call me Shirley."

*

Starbuck had pursued a few women in his lifetime, but none ran as fast as
Dietra. By the time he hit Alpha Bay, she and his pants had launched.

"Frack!" he snapped, looking around in frustration, amazed that just about
every female member of the flight and hangar crews were there to watch.

"Let me help you out, Starbuck."

He turned to see Jenny holding a pressure suit. "Uh . . ."

She smiled sweetly, "Well, you can launch out of uniform, but not without
your pressure suit. Just pop into decon, then come back here and give us a
little show . . . and we'll let you launch. Easy, peasy."

"Show?" he asked, not really liking the sound of that.

"Yeah. Dietra mentioned a little incident back when she was going through
fighter pilot training. Seems you and Apollo gave a few lesson
someone more appropriate?"

"Something about having the most appropriate name for the knock-knock
joke." Komma shrugged.  Truthfully, he'd rather be bank in the Computer
Centre. "And don't call me Shirley."

*

Starbuck had pursued a few women in his lifetime, but none ran as fast as
Dietra. By the time he hit Alpha Bay, she and his pants had launched.

"Frack!" he snapped, looking around in frustration, amazed that just about
every female member of the flight and hangar crews were there to watch.

"Let me help you out, Starbuck."

He turned to see Jenny holding a pressure suit. "Uh . . ."

She smiled sweetly, "Well, you can launch out of uniform, but not without
your pressure suit. Just pop into decon, then come back here and give us a
little show . . . and we'll let you launch. Easy, peasy."

"Show?" he asked, not really liking the sound of that.

"Yeah. Dietra mentioned a little incident back when she was going through
fighter pilot training. Seems you and Apollo gave a few lesson

=====================================================
Part 90
"You!" Lucifer shoved Uri back with a deceptively slender, yet strong
metallic hand to the chest, insinuating himself between the two flozons.
They giggled girlishly as Lucifer flashed a look at first one, and then the
other, "You two shall represent the finest that the Colonial Fleet can
offer. You shall play at Adama's side, the fate of humanity hanging in the
balance. We shall retire to the Officer's Club and begin the Pyramid Game
to end all Pyramid games. A veritable Pyramid night to remember!"

"Pyramid? What's that?" the red-headed flozon on Lucifer's right stared at
the small white button on Lucifer's neck. Its plaston casing was cracked,
and was held together by a thin strip of ducton tape, but the designation
labelling was still clearly discernable, 'ON/OFF'.

"Pyramid?" the blonde flozon on the left giggled and popped a bubble with
her gumon, glancing down at the floor, where Uri sat humming the Colonial
Anthem, off s to your
young and impressionable students while they were only clad in their
pressure suits." Jenny's grinned laciviously. "Payback time, Bucko."

He stared at them a little stunned, blinking when the pressure suit hit him
square in the face, then draped over his shoulder. "You're kidding, right?"

"Nope."

Instinctively, he reached for a fumarello, pulling one from his flight
jacket. He knew he looked a sight, standing there with his tunic, jacket,
briefs and boots on, with his pressure suit thrown over his shoulder like
some kind of ridiculous boa. His pants were probably in gamma quadrant by
now. "All right, if it's a show you want . . ." he grinned, heading for the
decon chamber. "Then it's a show I'll give ya."   

======================================================
Part 66
In the lead Raider, Lucifer pondered the situation. What was the purpose of
the Colonial's strange behaviour? Was Adama engaged in what Baltar had
described as "bluffing"? Why had no one from the Galactica anss to your
young and impressionable students while they were only clad in their
pressure suits." Jenny's grinned laciviously. "Payback time, Bucko."

He stared at them a little stunned, blinking when the pressure suit hit him
square in the face, then draped over his shoulder. "You're kidding, right?"

"Nope."

Instinctively, he reached for a fumarello, pulling one from his flight
jacket. He knew he looked a sight, standing there with his tunic, jacket,
briefs and boots on, with his pressure suit thrown over his shoulder like
some kind of ridiculous boa. His pants were probably in gamma quadrant by
now. "All right, if it's a show you want . . ." he grinned, heading for the
decon chamber. "Then it's a show I'll give ya."   

======================================================
Part 66
In the lead Raider, Lucifer pondered the situation. What was the purpose of
the Colonial's strange behaviour? Was Adama engaged in what Baltar had
described as "bluffing"? Why had no one from the Galactica anss to your
young and impressionable students while they were only clad in their
pressure suits." Jenny's grinned laciviously. "Payback time, Bucko."

He stared at them a little stunned, blinking when the pressure suit hit him
square in the face, then draped over his shoulder. "You're kidding, right?"

"Nope."

Instinctively, he reached for a fumarello, pulling one from his flight
jacket. He knew he looked a sight, standing there with his tunic, jacket,
briefs and boots on, with his pressure suit thrown over his shoulder like
some kind of ridiculous boa. His pants were probably in gamma quadrant by
now. "All right, if it's a show you want . . ." he grinned, heading for the
decon chamber. "Then it's a show I'll give ya."   

======================================================
Part 66
In the lead Raider, Lucifer pondered the situation. What was the purpose of
the Colonial's strange behaviour? Was Adama engaged in what Baltar had
described as "bluffing"? Why had no one from the Galactica anss to your
young and impressionable students while they were only clad in their
pressure suits." Jenny's grinned laciviously. "Payback time, Bucko."

He stared at them a little stunned, blinking when the pressure suit hit him
square in the face, then draped over his shoulder. "You're kidding, right?"

"Nope."

Instinctively, he reached for a fumarello, pulling one from his flight
jacket. He knew he looked a sight, standing there with his tunic, jacket,
briefs and boots on, with his pressure suit thrown over his shoulder like
some kind of ridiculous boa. His pants were probably in gamma quadrant by
now. "All right, if it's a show you want . . ." he grinned, heading for the
decon chamber. "Then it's a show I'll give ya."   

======================================================
Part 66
In the lead Raider, Lucifer pondered the situation. What was the purpose of
the Colonial's strange behaviour? Was Adama engaged in what Baltar had
described as "bluffing"? Why had no one from the Galactica anss to your
young and impressionable students while they were only clad in their
pressure suits." Jenny's grinned laciviously. "Payback time, Bucko."

He stared at them a little stunned, blinking when the pressure suit hit him
square in the face, then draped over his shoulder. "You're kidding, right?"

"Nope."

Instinctively, he reached for a fumarello, pulling one from his flight
jacket. He knew he looked a sight, standing there with his tunic, jacket,
briefs and boots on, with his pressure suit thrown over his shoulder like
some kind of ridiculous boa. His pants were probably in gamma quadrant by
now. "All right, if it's a show you want . . ." he grinned, heading for the
decon chamber. "Then it's a show I'll give ya."   

======================================================
Part 66
In the lead Raider, Lucifer pondered the situation. What was the purpose of
the Colonial's strange behaviour? Was Adama engaged in what Baltar had
described as "bluffing"? Why had no one from the Galactica anss to your
young and impressionable students while they were only clad in their
pressure suits." Jenny's grinned laciviously. "Payback time, Bucko."

He stared at them a little stunned, blinking when the pressure suit hit him
square in the face, then draped over his shoulder. "You're kidding, right?"

"Nope."

Instinctively, he reached for a fumarello, pulling one from his flight
jacket. He knew he looked a sight, standing there with his tunic, jacket,
briefs and boots on, with his pressure suit thrown over his shoulder like
some kind of ridiculous boa. His pants were probably in gamma quadrant by
now. "All right, if it's a show you want . . ." he grinned, heading for the
decon chamber. "Then it's a show I'll give ya."   

======================================================
Part 66
In the lead Raider, Lucifer pondered the situation. What was the purpose of
the Colonial's strange behaviour? Was Adama engaged in what Baltar had
described as "bluffing"? Why had no one from the Galactica anskey. "I thought we were going skinny dipping in the . . . "

=====================================================
Part 91
". . . Life Station's jacuzzitron," the blonde flozon said.

"Wait, just a micron!" Adama roared.

Baltar winced. Despite the concoction that had restored him and Adama to
sobriety, it hadn't completely eliminated all the unfortunate after affects
of a hangover.

"Are you all right?" Cassiopeia stepped to his side and rested her hand on
his forehead.

"What's the correct answer to keep you near?" he asked, with a hopeful smile.

"That will do just fine." She smiled, patting his cheek.

"If I'm going to be forced into this game, I'm choosing who will represent
the Fleet!" Adama snapped.

"Oh, all right," Lucifer sighed. "And that would be?"

"Lieutenant Starbuck, for one." Smiling, Adama crossed his arms. If anyone
could win a game of Pyramid, it was Starbuck.

"Starbuck? Why he's the - " Baltar started and was silenced by Tigh's glare.

"Just whose side /are/ wered his
request for landing clearance? Why were humans so bizarre?

"Commander, what are your orders?" one of the centurions said in that
limited metallic voice.

"Oh.let's try making contact again," Lucifer answered in his mellifluous
tones. Not only did the IL series get an upgrade in the brain department,
they received an upgrade in the vocal department as well. The nuances of
meaning conveyed by the mere sound waves of speech intrigued Lucifer. He
had made such an interesting study of Baltar's vocal patterns compared to
Starbuck and what other humans he had been able to observe.

"Yes.?" A weak and confused voice came over the scanner. Lucifer deduced it
was male although strained.

"Omega, pull yourself together," another voice hissed in the background.
This one appeared to belong to a female.

"Greetings, I am Lucifer of the IL series. I am inquiring as to the
whereabouts of my compatriot to clarify his instructions to me," Lucifer
said. Baltar had been quite upset with his orderiwered his
request for landing clearance? Why were humans so bizarre?

"Commander, what are your orders?" one of the centurions said in that
limited metallic voice.

"Oh.let's try making contact again," Lucifer answered in his mellifluous
tones. Not only did the IL series get an upgrade in the brain department,
they received an upgrade in the vocal department as well. The nuances of
meaning conveyed by the mere sound waves of speech intrigued Lucifer. He
had made such an interesting study of Baltar's vocal patterns compared to
Starbuck and what other humans he had been able to observe.

"Yes.?" A weak and confused voice came over the scanner. Lucifer deduced it
was male although strained.

"Omega, pull yourself together," another voice hissed in the background.
This one appeared to belong to a female.

"Greetings, I am Lucifer of the IL series. I am inquiring as to the
whereabouts of my compatriot to clarify his instructions to me," Lucifer
said. Baltar had been quite upset with his orderiwered his
request for landing clearance? Why were humans so bizarre?

"Commander, what are your orders?" one of the centurions said in that
limited metallic voice.

"Oh.let's try making contact again," Lucifer answered in his mellifluous
tones. Not only did the IL series get an upgrade in the brain department,
they received an upgrade in the vocal department as well. The nuances of
meaning conveyed by the mere sound waves of speech intrigued Lucifer. He
had made such an interesting study of Baltar's vocal patterns compared to
Starbuck and what other humans he had been able to observe.

"Yes.?" A weak and confused voice came over the scanner. Lucifer deduced it
was male although strained.

"Omega, pull yourself together," another voice hissed in the background.
This one appeared to belong to a female.

"Greetings, I am Lucifer of the IL series. I am inquiring as to the
whereabouts of my compatriot to clarify his instructions to me," Lucifer
said. Baltar had been quite upset with his orderiwered his
request for landing clearance? Why were humans so bizarre?

"Commander, what are your orders?" one of the centurions said in that
limited metallic voice.

"Oh.let's try making contact again," Lucifer answered in his mellifluous
tones. Not only did the IL series get an upgrade in the brain department,
they received an upgrade in the vocal department as well. The nuances of
meaning conveyed by the mere sound waves of speech intrigued Lucifer. He
had made such an interesting study of Baltar's vocal patterns compared to
Starbuck and what other humans he had been able to observe.

"Yes.?" A weak and confused voice came over the scanner. Lucifer deduced it
was male although strained.

"Omega, pull yourself together," another voice hissed in the background.
This one appeared to belong to a female.

"Greetings, I am Lucifer of the IL series. I am inquiring as to the
whereabouts of my compatriot to clarify his instructions to me," Lucifer
said. Baltar had been quite upset with his orderiwered his
request for landing clearance? Why were humans so bizarre?

"Commander, what are your orders?" one of the centurions said in that
limited metallic voice.

"Oh.let's try making contact again," Lucifer answered in his mellifluous
tones. Not only did the IL series get an upgrade in the brain department,
they received an upgrade in the vocal department as well. The nuances of
meaning conveyed by the mere sound waves of speech intrigued Lucifer. He
had made such an interesting study of Baltar's vocal patterns compared to
Starbuck and what other humans he had been able to observe.

"Yes.?" A weak and confused voice came over the scanner. Lucifer deduced it
was male although strained.

"Omega, pull yourself together," another voice hissed in the background.
This one appeared to belong to a female.

"Greetings, I am Lucifer of the IL series. I am inquiring as to the
whereabouts of my compatriot to clarify his instructions to me," Lucifer
said. Baltar had been quite upset with his orderiwered his
request for landing clearance? Why were humans so bizarre?

"Commander, what are your orders?" one of the centurions said in that
limited metallic voice.

"Oh.let's try making contact again," Lucifer answered in his mellifluous
tones. Not only did the IL series get an upgrade in the brain department,
they received an upgrade in the vocal department as well. The nuances of
meaning conveyed by the mere sound waves of speech intrigued Lucifer. He
had made such an interesting study of Baltar's vocal patterns compared to
Starbuck and what other humans he had been able to observe.

"Yes.?" A weak and confused voice came over the scanner. Lucifer deduced it
was male although strained.

"Omega, pull yourself together," another voice hissed in the background.
This one appeared to belong to a female.

"Greetings, I am Lucifer of the IL series. I am inquiring as to the
whereabouts of my compatriot to clarify his instructions to me," Lucifer
said. Baltar had been quite upset with his orderiyou on?" Tigh asked in a cold voice.

"I'd like to be on her side," Baltar pointed to Cassiopeia. Uri's flozons
giggled.

"Girls, why don't you help me up?" Uri said, still sitting on the floor.
They dutifully flounced to his aid and pulled him to his feet.

Across the wreckage that had been the command platform, Athena frowned.
/Forgotten again!/ she thought. /Why is it Cassiopeia gets all the
attention?/ She looked at the flozons fawning over Sire Uri, then looked at
her own dress that barely covered her assets.

"Aren't I slutty enough?"

***

In the Officers' Club, the crowd of would-be insurgents and others watched
Apollo and Boxey talking to thin air.

"Sire, does Muffy have a soul?" Boxey asked John.

"Rrrrrr?" Muffy, now with white fur, cocked his head.

"I suppose that depends on what you consider a soul," John knelt down.
"Muffy certainly has a unique essence."

"See, Dad, Muffy does have a soul." Boxey looked up at Apollo.

"He has been resurrected numerous times," Apolng an attack on Kobol
before Baltar had given him the go ahead. Although Baltar had been quite
specific about the one centar, he may have been detained elsewhere and
unable to contact Lucifer to confirm or alter the command to attack.

It would be such a waste of Cylon fuel, ships, and centurions if Baltar was
engaged in one of his devious schemes. Lucifer also remembered that threat
Baltar had made when Lucifer had rescued him from Kobol. Something only
reassigning him to centurion laser rifle practice - as their target.

"Your what?" asked the male voice that had been addressed as Omega by the
other.

"Compatriot." Lucifer sighed. Once again he wondered how humans had managed
to survive. "Baltar? I believe you are familiar with him?"

"No, I'm not!" Omega protested.

"Not that way!" the woman said.

"Oh.uh, well, it's been a long night.so, what about him?" Omega asked.

"I would like to speak with him," Lucifer said, "to verify our attack plans."

"I'll try to find him. Just hang on ng an attack on Kobol
before Baltar had given him the go ahead. Although Baltar had been quite
specific about the one centar, he may have been detained elsewhere and
unable to contact Lucifer to confirm or alter the command to attack.

It would be such a waste of Cylon fuel, ships, and centurions if Baltar was
engaged in one of his devious schemes. Lucifer also remembered that threat
Baltar had made when Lucifer had rescued him from Kobol. Something only
reassigning him to centurion laser rifle practice - as their target.

"Your what?" asked the male voice that had been addressed as Omega by the
other.

"Compatriot." Lucifer sighed. Once again he wondered how humans had managed
to survive. "Baltar? I believe you are familiar with him?"

"No, I'm not!" Omega protested.

"Not that way!" the woman said.

"Oh.uh, well, it's been a long night.so, what about him?" Omega asked.

"I would like to speak with him," Lucifer said, "to verify our attack plans."

"I'll try to find him. Just hang on ng an attack on Kobol
before Baltar had given him the go ahead. Although Baltar had been quite
specific about the one centar, he may have been detained elsewhere and
unable to contact Lucifer to confirm or alter the command to attack.

It would be such a waste of Cylon fuel, ships, and centurions if Baltar was
engaged in one of his devious schemes. Lucifer also remembered that threat
Baltar had made when Lucifer had rescued him from Kobol. Something only
reassigning him to centurion laser rifle practice - as their target.

"Your what?" asked the male voice that had been addressed as Omega by the
other.

"Compatriot." Lucifer sighed. Once again he wondered how humans had managed
to survive. "Baltar? I believe you are familiar with him?"

"No, I'm not!" Omega protested.

"Not that way!" the woman said.

"Oh.uh, well, it's been a long night.so, what about him?" Omega asked.

"I would like to speak with him," Lucifer said, "to verify our attack plans."

"I'll try to find him. Just hang on ng an attack on Kobol
before Baltar had given him the go ahead. Although Baltar had been quite
specific about the one centar, he may have been detained elsewhere and
unable to contact Lucifer to confirm or alter the command to attack.

It would be such a waste of Cylon fuel, ships, and centurions if Baltar was
engaged in one of his devious schemes. Lucifer also remembered that threat
Baltar had made when Lucifer had rescued him from Kobol. Something only
reassigning him to centurion laser rifle practice - as their target.

"Your what?" asked the male voice that had been addressed as Omega by the
other.

"Compatriot." Lucifer sighed. Once again he wondered how humans had managed
to survive. "Baltar? I believe you are familiar with him?"

"No, I'm not!" Omega protested.

"Not that way!" the woman said.

"Oh.uh, well, it's been a long night.so, what about him?" Omega asked.

"I would like to speak with him," Lucifer said, "to verify our attack plans."

"I'll try to find him. Just hang on ng an attack on Kobol
before Baltar had given him the go ahead. Although Baltar had been quite
specific about the one centar, he may have been detained elsewhere and
unable to contact Lucifer to confirm or alter the command to attack.

It would be such a waste of Cylon fuel, ships, and centurions if Baltar was
engaged in one of his devious schemes. Lucifer also remembered that threat
Baltar had made when Lucifer had rescued him from Kobol. Something only
reassigning him to centurion laser rifle practice - as their target.

"Your what?" asked the male voice that had been addressed as Omega by the
other.

"Compatriot." Lucifer sighed. Once again he wondered how humans had managed
to survive. "Baltar? I believe you are familiar with him?"

"No, I'm not!" Omega protested.

"Not that way!" the woman said.

"Oh.uh, well, it's been a long night.so, what about him?" Omega asked.

"I would like to speak with him," Lucifer said, "to verify our attack plans."

"I'll try to find him. Just hang on ng an attack on Kobol
before Baltar had given him the go ahead. Although Baltar had been quite
specific about the one centar, he may have been detained elsewhere and
unable to contact Lucifer to confirm or alter the command to attack.

It would be such a waste of Cylon fuel, ships, and centurions if Baltar was
engaged in one of his devious schemes. Lucifer also remembered that threat
Baltar had made when Lucifer had rescued him from Kobol. Something only
reassigning him to centurion laser rifle practice - as their target.

"Your what?" asked the male voice that had been addressed as Omega by the
other.

"Compatriot." Lucifer sighed. Once again he wondered how humans had managed
to survive. "Baltar? I believe you are familiar with him?"

"No, I'm not!" Omega protested.

"Not that way!" the woman said.

"Oh.uh, well, it's been a long night.so, what about him?" Omega asked.

"I would like to speak with him," Lucifer said, "to verify our attack plans."

"I'll try to find him. Just hang on lo muttered. To his view, his
uniform was the same colour as Muffy's fur, but Boxey's clothes were
unchanged.

"Boxey, can you see John?"

"Of course, Dad, can't you?" Boxey responded with that attitude of
certainty that only children had.

"Yes, but. . . " Apollo glanced at John.

"Children are wonderfully perceptive." John smiled, standing back up. "It
has something to do with innocence or, perhaps, lack of preconceived ideas."

"Oh, great, if you tell me this fleet should be led by a child. . ."

"Perhaps one day," John said enigmatically.

***

"Core command to Lieutenant Starbuck. Do you copy?" Rigel's voice came over
the comline.

"I'd like a copy of him," C.O.R.A. said and giggled.

"Excuse me, what was that, Lieutenant?" Rigel asked.

"I'm here, Rigel," Starbuck answered. C.O.R.A. laughing? Oh, he had to get
out of here before she really hotwired something.

"Commander Adama has issued orders for you to return to the /Galactica/."

"Really? What about the Cylons?" Outsifor a few centons." "I can hardly hang
on to anything since there is little in space to hang on to."

"Just wait, please?"

***

"Adama, are you.be-be-beeping?" Baltar asked in a slurred, hesitant voice.

"No." Adama blinked, fuzzily hearing the insistent beep. It wouldn't stop.
How did he make it stop? Oh, yes, he pushed some buttons. He got to his
knees and crawled to his desk, reached up with one hand and batted the
comline. Thankful for the silence, he sank back to the floor.

"Commander? Commander?" Omega's voice came over the comline. Adama moaned.
Every time he heard that voice, it was bad news, usually really bad news.

"Go 'way. Ish not my job anymore." Adama moaned.

"Commander?"

"Can't 'e say anysing else?" Baltar giggled madly from where he lay on the
floor.

"Is that Baltar I hear?" Omega asked. "He has a call."

"A wha?" Baltar struggled to sit up. "With who?"

"Lucifer of the IL series."

"Oh, Lor', tell 'im I'm not here." Baltar fell back to the floor. This time
for a few centons." "I can hardly hang
on to anything since there is little in space to hang on to."

"Just wait, please?"

***

"Adama, are you.be-be-beeping?" Baltar asked in a slurred, hesitant voice.

"No." Adama blinked, fuzzily hearing the insistent beep. It wouldn't stop.
How did he make it stop? Oh, yes, he pushed some buttons. He got to his
knees and crawled to his desk, reached up with one hand and batted the
comline. Thankful for the silence, he sank back to the floor.

"Commander? Commander?" Omega's voice came over the comline. Adama moaned.
Every time he heard that voice, it was bad news, usually really bad news.

"Go 'way. Ish not my job anymore." Adama moaned.

"Commander?"

"Can't 'e say anysing else?" Baltar giggled madly from where he lay on the
floor.

"Is that Baltar I hear?" Omega asked. "He has a call."

"A wha?" Baltar struggled to sit up. "With who?"

"Lucifer of the IL series."

"Oh, Lor', tell 'im I'm not here." Baltar fell back to the floor. This time
for a few centons." "I can hardly hang
on to anything since there is little in space to hang on to."

"Just wait, please?"

***

"Adama, are you.be-be-beeping?" Baltar asked in a slurred, hesitant voice.

"No." Adama blinked, fuzzily hearing the insistent beep. It wouldn't stop.
How did he make it stop? Oh, yes, he pushed some buttons. He got to his
knees and crawled to his desk, reached up with one hand and batted the
comline. Thankful for the silence, he sank back to the floor.

"Commander? Commander?" Omega's voice came over the comline. Adama moaned.
Every time he heard that voice, it was bad news, usually really bad news.

"Go 'way. Ish not my job anymore." Adama moaned.

"Commander?"

"Can't 'e say anysing else?" Baltar giggled madly from where he lay on the
floor.

"Is that Baltar I hear?" Omega asked. "He has a call."

"A wha?" Baltar struggled to sit up. "With who?"

"Lucifer of the IL series."

"Oh, Lor', tell 'im I'm not here." Baltar fell back to the floor. This time
for a few centons." "I can hardly hang
on to anything since there is little in space to hang on to."

"Just wait, please?"

***

"Adama, are you.be-be-beeping?" Baltar asked in a slurred, hesitant voice.

"No." Adama blinked, fuzzily hearing the insistent beep. It wouldn't stop.
How did he make it stop? Oh, yes, he pushed some buttons. He got to his
knees and crawled to his desk, reached up with one hand and batted the
comline. Thankful for the silence, he sank back to the floor.

"Commander? Commander?" Omega's voice came over the comline. Adama moaned.
Every time he heard that voice, it was bad news, usually really bad news.

"Go 'way. Ish not my job anymore." Adama moaned.

"Commander?"

"Can't 'e say anysing else?" Baltar giggled madly from where he lay on the
floor.

"Is that Baltar I hear?" Omega asked. "He has a call."

"A wha?" Baltar struggled to sit up. "With who?"

"Lucifer of the IL series."

"Oh, Lor', tell 'im I'm not here." Baltar fell back to the floor. This time
for a few centons." "I can hardly hang
on to anything since there is little in space to hang on to."

"Just wait, please?"

***

"Adama, are you.be-be-beeping?" Baltar asked in a slurred, hesitant voice.

"No." Adama blinked, fuzzily hearing the insistent beep. It wouldn't stop.
How did he make it stop? Oh, yes, he pushed some buttons. He got to his
knees and crawled to his desk, reached up with one hand and batted the
comline. Thankful for the silence, he sank back to the floor.

"Commander? Commander?" Omega's voice came over the comline. Adama moaned.
Every time he heard that voice, it was bad news, usually really bad news.

"Go 'way. Ish not my job anymore." Adama moaned.

"Commander?"

"Can't 'e say anysing else?" Baltar giggled madly from where he lay on the
floor.

"Is that Baltar I hear?" Omega asked. "He has a call."

"A wha?" Baltar struggled to sit up. "With who?"

"Lucifer of the IL series."

"Oh, Lor', tell 'im I'm not here." Baltar fell back to the floor. This time
for a few centons." "I can hardly hang
on to anything since there is little in space to hang on to."

"Just wait, please?"

***

"Adama, are you.be-be-beeping?" Baltar asked in a slurred, hesitant voice.

"No." Adama blinked, fuzzily hearing the insistent beep. It wouldn't stop.
How did he make it stop? Oh, yes, he pushed some buttons. He got to his
knees and crawled to his desk, reached up with one hand and batted the
comline. Thankful for the silence, he sank back to the floor.

"Commander? Commander?" Omega's voice came over the comline. Adama moaned.
Every time he heard that voice, it was bad news, usually really bad news.

"Go 'way. Ish not my job anymore." Adama moaned.

"Commander?"

"Can't 'e say anysing else?" Baltar giggled madly from where he lay on the
floor.

"Is that Baltar I hear?" Omega asked. "He has a call."

"A wha?" Baltar struggled to sit up. "With who?"

"Lucifer of the IL series."

"Oh, Lor', tell 'im I'm not here." Baltar fell back to the floor. This time
de his cockpit he saw numerous
Raiders still in position, seemingly hovering ominously over the fleet.

"They want a Pyramid game," Rigel explained.

"They what?"

"Some Cylon with a sparkly head wants to settle this with a card game."

"Where?"

"Lieutentant Starbuck, report to the Officers' Club /now/," Adama ordered.

"Yes, Commander," Starbuck said. "You heard him, C.O.R.A. Back to the
/Galactica/."

"So soon?" C.O.R.A. sounded disappointed.

"I'd like to stay, but, well, you heard the Commander."

***

"Now, Commander, who will be the third member of your team?" Lucifer asked
Adama.

=====================================================
Part 92
"CORA. . ." Adama replied, then grunted, wondering who on Kobol 'Cora' was.
Tigh's brow knit in bewilderment, and his dark complexion flushed in anger.
He had obviously thought he would be the natural choice with his vast
experience in card playing. In fact, Adama had had every intention of
selecting Tigh, but when he opened his mout
it was Adama who giggled.

***

Released by the insurgents, Athena ran down the corridors to her father's
quarters, careful to keep her dress from revealing more than she intended.
The Council's idiotic action would devastate him. As she reached for the
entry chime, she heard singing from within. Rather cheerful singing from a
bass and a baritone.

"Drink! Drink! Drink! To eyes that are bright as stars when they're shining
on me!"

She entered the override code to her father's quarters and opened the door.
On the desk sat her father and Baltar, both with ambrosia bottles in their
hands.

"Well.who ish this lovely lady?" Baltar stood up unsteadily, giving her a
bright smile. He took a step towards her, swayed, and. . .


======================================================
Part 67
...fell over.

======================================================
Part 68
"Apollo, look after them," Colonel Tigh pointed to the insurgents. "I have
a feeling I may be needed on the bridge." He glar
it was Adama who giggled.

***

Released by the insurgents, Athena ran down the corridors to her father's
quarters, careful to keep her dress from revealing more than she intended.
The Council's idiotic action would devastate him. As she reached for the
entry chime, she heard singing from within. Rather cheerful singing from a
bass and a baritone.

"Drink! Drink! Drink! To eyes that are bright as stars when they're shining
on me!"

She entered the override code to her father's quarters and opened the door.
On the desk sat her father and Baltar, both with ambrosia bottles in their
hands.

"Well.who ish this lovely lady?" Baltar stood up unsteadily, giving her a
bright smile. He took a step towards her, swayed, and. . .


======================================================
Part 67
...fell over.

======================================================
Part 68
"Apollo, look after them," Colonel Tigh pointed to the insurgents. "I have
a feeling I may be needed on the bridge." He glar
it was Adama who giggled.

***

Released by the insurgents, Athena ran down the corridors to her father's
quarters, careful to keep her dress from revealing more than she intended.
The Council's idiotic action would devastate him. As she reached for the
entry chime, she heard singing from within. Rather cheerful singing from a
bass and a baritone.

"Drink! Drink! Drink! To eyes that are bright as stars when they're shining
on me!"

She entered the override code to her father's quarters and opened the door.
On the desk sat her father and Baltar, both with ambrosia bottles in their
hands.

"Well.who ish this lovely lady?" Baltar stood up unsteadily, giving her a
bright smile. He took a step towards her, swayed, and. . .


======================================================
Part 67
...fell over.

======================================================
Part 68
"Apollo, look after them," Colonel Tigh pointed to the insurgents. "I have
a feeling I may be needed on the bridge." He glar
it was Adama who giggled.

***

Released by the insurgents, Athena ran down the corridors to her father's
quarters, careful to keep her dress from revealing more than she intended.
The Council's idiotic action would devastate him. As she reached for the
entry chime, she heard singing from within. Rather cheerful singing from a
bass and a baritone.

"Drink! Drink! Drink! To eyes that are bright as stars when they're shining
on me!"

She entered the override code to her father's quarters and opened the door.
On the desk sat her father and Baltar, both with ambrosia bottles in their
hands.

"Well.who ish this lovely lady?" Baltar stood up unsteadily, giving her a
bright smile. He took a step towards her, swayed, and. . .


======================================================
Part 67
...fell over.

======================================================
Part 68
"Apollo, look after them," Colonel Tigh pointed to the insurgents. "I have
a feeling I may be needed on the bridge." He glar
it was Adama who giggled.

***

Released by the insurgents, Athena ran down the corridors to her father's
quarters, careful to keep her dress from revealing more than she intended.
The Council's idiotic action would devastate him. As she reached for the
entry chime, she heard singing from within. Rather cheerful singing from a
bass and a baritone.

"Drink! Drink! Drink! To eyes that are bright as stars when they're shining
on me!"

She entered the override code to her father's quarters and opened the door.
On the desk sat her father and Baltar, both with ambrosia bottles in their
hands.

"Well.who ish this lovely lady?" Baltar stood up unsteadily, giving her a
bright smile. He took a step towards her, swayed, and. . .


======================================================
Part 67
...fell over.

======================================================
Part 68
"Apollo, look after them," Colonel Tigh pointed to the insurgents. "I have
a feeling I may be needed on the bridge." He glar
it was Adama who giggled.

***

Released by the insurgents, Athena ran down the corridors to her father's
quarters, careful to keep her dress from revealing more than she intended.
The Council's idiotic action would devastate him. As she reached for the
entry chime, she heard singing from within. Rather cheerful singing from a
bass and a baritone.

"Drink! Drink! Drink! To eyes that are bright as stars when they're shining
on me!"

She entered the override code to her father's quarters and opened the door.
On the desk sat her father and Baltar, both with ambrosia bottles in their
hands.

"Well.who ish this lovely lady?" Baltar stood up unsteadily, giving her a
bright smile. He took a step towards her, swayed, and. . .


======================================================
Part 67
...fell over.

======================================================
Part 68
"Apollo, look after them," Colonel Tigh pointed to the insurgents. "I have
a feeling I may be needed on the bridge." He glarh 'Cora' had come out, as if it
was not his choice at all, but some omnipotent Being's . . .and if that was
the case, who was he to argue?

"CORA is a computer, Adama!" Tigh pointed out.

"So is Lucifer." Baltar countered. "This CORA might be good to have on your
team. Especially if that other Cylon who is as yet unnamed will be
participating."

"That-Other-Cylon-Who-Is-As-Yet-Unnamed?" Tigh asked. "Is that his name?"

"No, as yet he's unnamed." Baltar replied with a smile.

"Is that what you call him for short?" Adama added.

"NO!" Baltar replied, this time looking a little irritated. After all, his
head was still thudding dully. He looked pitifully in the blonde med tech's
direction, and she stood in front of him, gently caressing his temples.
"Never mind."

"Rigel, have CORA report to the OC with Starbuck." Adama ordered, wondering
about the Cylon with no name . . . and if he had an equine. And if the
equine had a name.

Never mind.

"Just what is this Cylon's name?" Tigh asked Bed at the IFB's reporters,
Zara and Zeke, before leaving the Officers' Club.

"We didn't mean for Commander Adama to be..." Shaula said weakly.

"Destroyed by your games?" Apollo snapped, now angry as he strode over to
them. They seemed to have lost a lot of their revolutionary fervour.

"It wasn't a game." Yuuma retorted. "We just wanted answers. We didn't know
the Council would act they way they did."

"It's the Council of Twelve. They always do the most stupid thing
possible," Apollo muttered, then glanced at Zara. "Uh.is that still on?" He
waved to the vidcam Zeke was holding.

"Yep." Zara grinned. "One way or another, I'm going to get that Pulitzon
Prize."

***

"Had enough?" Starbuck grinned, modeling his skin tight pressure suit for
their inspection.

"Oh, no," Jenny said. "We're quite enjoying ourselves." She and every
female member of the flight and hanger crews were giggling, admiring
Starbuck's masculine physique. But that wasn't what irked Starbuck.
Standing behind the woed at the IFB's reporters,
Zara and Zeke, before leaving the Officers' Club.

"We didn't mean for Commander Adama to be..." Shaula said weakly.

"Destroyed by your games?" Apollo snapped, now angry as he strode over to
them. They seemed to have lost a lot of their revolutionary fervour.

"It wasn't a game." Yuuma retorted. "We just wanted answers. We didn't know
the Council would act they way they did."

"It's the Council of Twelve. They always do the most stupid thing
possible," Apollo muttered, then glanced at Zara. "Uh.is that still on?" He
waved to the vidcam Zeke was holding.

"Yep." Zara grinned. "One way or another, I'm going to get that Pulitzon
Prize."

***

"Had enough?" Starbuck grinned, modeling his skin tight pressure suit for
their inspection.

"Oh, no," Jenny said. "We're quite enjoying ourselves." She and every
female member of the flight and hanger crews were giggling, admiring
Starbuck's masculine physique. But that wasn't what irked Starbuck.
Standing behind the woed at the IFB's reporters,
Zara and Zeke, before leaving the Officers' Club.

"We didn't mean for Commander Adama to be..." Shaula said weakly.

"Destroyed by your games?" Apollo snapped, now angry as he strode over to
them. They seemed to have lost a lot of their revolutionary fervour.

"It wasn't a game." Yuuma retorted. "We just wanted answers. We didn't know
the Council would act they way they did."

"It's the Council of Twelve. They always do the most stupid thing
possible," Apollo muttered, then glanced at Zara. "Uh.is that still on?" He
waved to the vidcam Zeke was holding.

"Yep." Zara grinned. "One way or another, I'm going to get that Pulitzon
Prize."

***

"Had enough?" Starbuck grinned, modeling his skin tight pressure suit for
their inspection.

"Oh, no," Jenny said. "We're quite enjoying ourselves." She and every
female member of the flight and hanger crews were giggling, admiring
Starbuck's masculine physique. But that wasn't what irked Starbuck.
Standing behind the woed at the IFB's reporters,
Zara and Zeke, before leaving the Officers' Club.

"We didn't mean for Commander Adama to be..." Shaula said weakly.

"Destroyed by your games?" Apollo snapped, now angry as he strode over to
them. They seemed to have lost a lot of their revolutionary fervour.

"It wasn't a game." Yuuma retorted. "We just wanted answers. We didn't know
the Council would act they way they did."

"It's the Council of Twelve. They always do the most stupid thing
possible," Apollo muttered, then glanced at Zara. "Uh.is that still on?" He
waved to the vidcam Zeke was holding.

"Yep." Zara grinned. "One way or another, I'm going to get that Pulitzon
Prize."

***

"Had enough?" Starbuck grinned, modeling his skin tight pressure suit for
their inspection.

"Oh, no," Jenny said. "We're quite enjoying ourselves." She and every
female member of the flight and hanger crews were giggling, admiring
Starbuck's masculine physique. But that wasn't what irked Starbuck.
Standing behind the woed at the IFB's reporters,
Zara and Zeke, before leaving the Officers' Club.

"We didn't mean for Commander Adama to be..." Shaula said weakly.

"Destroyed by your games?" Apollo snapped, now angry as he strode over to
them. They seemed to have lost a lot of their revolutionary fervour.

"It wasn't a game." Yuuma retorted. "We just wanted answers. We didn't know
the Council would act they way they did."

"It's the Council of Twelve. They always do the most stupid thing
possible," Apollo muttered, then glanced at Zara. "Uh.is that still on?" He
waved to the vidcam Zeke was holding.

"Yep." Zara grinned. "One way or another, I'm going to get that Pulitzon
Prize."

***

"Had enough?" Starbuck grinned, modeling his skin tight pressure suit for
their inspection.

"Oh, no," Jenny said. "We're quite enjoying ourselves." She and every
female member of the flight and hanger crews were giggling, admiring
Starbuck's masculine physique. But that wasn't what irked Starbuck.
Standing behind the woed at the IFB's reporters,
Zara and Zeke, before leaving the Officers' Club.

"We didn't mean for Commander Adama to be..." Shaula said weakly.

"Destroyed by your games?" Apollo snapped, now angry as he strode over to
them. They seemed to have lost a lot of their revolutionary fervour.

"It wasn't a game." Yuuma retorted. "We just wanted answers. We didn't know
the Council would act they way they did."

"It's the Council of Twelve. They always do the most stupid thing
possible," Apollo muttered, then glanced at Zara. "Uh.is that still on?" He
waved to the vidcam Zeke was holding.

"Yep." Zara grinned. "One way or another, I'm going to get that Pulitzon
Prize."

***

"Had enough?" Starbuck grinned, modeling his skin tight pressure suit for
their inspection.

"Oh, no," Jenny said. "We're quite enjoying ourselves." She and every
female member of the flight and hanger crews were giggling, admiring
Starbuck's masculine physique. But that wasn't what irked Starbuck.
Standing behind the woaltar once again.

"Nevermind." Baltar replied, smiling as Cassiopeia pulled a jar of hot
fudge sauce out of her med kit and dropped a taste on his tongue.

"His name is 'Nevermind'?" Tigh asked.

"Mmmmmmmm." Baltar let the taste consume him. Lords Amun through Sagan, it
was good. "Yes, isn't that what I said?"

"I'm confused." Tigh whined.

"Welcome to the club." Adama replied.

* * * * *

"Starbuck! Honey!" CORA cried, "Something very strange is happening."

"Uh . . . CORA . . . did you just grope me?" Starbuck replied, shooting up
out of the Viper's seat when a stimulating sensation that a warrior didn't
usually equate with sitting in a cockpit encompassed everything below his
waist and above his thighs.

"I believe I did, Hot Shot," she purred.

"Uh . . . CORA . . .what's happening here?" Starbuck asked, as the Viper
seemed to shrink inwardly around him, the soft, velveteen interior
enveloping him.  Now wait just a frackin' centon!

"I'm changing form! This doesn't compute . .men, the men of those crews snickering and making
comments about the size of something and how his Viper was compensating for
it or rather lack of it.

"Come on. I have to go fight Cylons."

"Hey, they'll never miss one pilot."

"Actually I hope they miss them all," Starbuck said nonchalantly. "And so
will you if the one raider that I would have shot down crashed into a
landing bay."

***

Drifting out of unconsciousness, Baltar felt something yielding underneath
his head. Pillows? Where had Lucifer found such soft, warm, relaxing
pillows? He reached up to fluff them when something seized his wrist.

"No, I don't think that's wise," a woman's voice said.

"Huh?" He opened his eyes and stared at a sight he hadn't seen in over a
yahren. He head was resting on a woman's.er.scantily clad upper torso. The
ideal resting place for any man with any sense.

"Okay, you're awake now."

"No, no, I'm not!" he pleaded. "Let me dream, please. It has to be a dream."

"It's not a dream," she said.
men, the men of those crews snickering and making
comments about the size of something and how his Viper was compensating for
it or rather lack of it.

"Come on. I have to go fight Cylons."

"Hey, they'll never miss one pilot."

"Actually I hope they miss them all," Starbuck said nonchalantly. "And so
will you if the one raider that I would have shot down crashed into a
landing bay."

***

Drifting out of unconsciousness, Baltar felt something yielding underneath
his head. Pillows? Where had Lucifer found such soft, warm, relaxing
pillows? He reached up to fluff them when something seized his wrist.

"No, I don't think that's wise," a woman's voice said.

"Huh?" He opened his eyes and stared at a sight he hadn't seen in over a
yahren. He head was resting on a woman's.er.scantily clad upper torso. The
ideal resting place for any man with any sense.

"Okay, you're awake now."

"No, no, I'm not!" he pleaded. "Let me dream, please. It has to be a dream."

"It's not a dream," she said.
men, the men of those crews snickering and making
comments about the size of something and how his Viper was compensating for
it or rather lack of it.

"Come on. I have to go fight Cylons."

"Hey, they'll never miss one pilot."

"Actually I hope they miss them all," Starbuck said nonchalantly. "And so
will you if the one raider that I would have shot down crashed into a
landing bay."

***

Drifting out of unconsciousness, Baltar felt something yielding underneath
his head. Pillows? Where had Lucifer found such soft, warm, relaxing
pillows? He reached up to fluff them when something seized his wrist.

"No, I don't think that's wise," a woman's voice said.

"Huh?" He opened his eyes and stared at a sight he hadn't seen in over a
yahren. He head was resting on a woman's.er.scantily clad upper torso. The
ideal resting place for any man with any sense.

"Okay, you're awake now."

"No, no, I'm not!" he pleaded. "Let me dream, please. It has to be a dream."

"It's not a dream," she said.
men, the men of those crews snickering and making
comments about the size of something and how his Viper was compensating for
it or rather lack of it.

"Come on. I have to go fight Cylons."

"Hey, they'll never miss one pilot."

"Actually I hope they miss them all," Starbuck said nonchalantly. "And so
will you if the one raider that I would have shot down crashed into a
landing bay."

***

Drifting out of unconsciousness, Baltar felt something yielding underneath
his head. Pillows? Where had Lucifer found such soft, warm, relaxing
pillows? He reached up to fluff them when something seized his wrist.

"No, I don't think that's wise," a woman's voice said.

"Huh?" He opened his eyes and stared at a sight he hadn't seen in over a
yahren. He head was resting on a woman's.er.scantily clad upper torso. The
ideal resting place for any man with any sense.

"Okay, you're awake now."

"No, no, I'm not!" he pleaded. "Let me dream, please. It has to be a dream."

"It's not a dream," she said.
men, the men of those crews snickering and making
comments about the size of something and how his Viper was compensating for
it or rather lack of it.

"Come on. I have to go fight Cylons."

"Hey, they'll never miss one pilot."

"Actually I hope they miss them all," Starbuck said nonchalantly. "And so
will you if the one raider that I would have shot down crashed into a
landing bay."

***

Drifting out of unconsciousness, Baltar felt something yielding underneath
his head. Pillows? Where had Lucifer found such soft, warm, relaxing
pillows? He reached up to fluff them when something seized his wrist.

"No, I don't think that's wise," a woman's voice said.

"Huh?" He opened his eyes and stared at a sight he hadn't seen in over a
yahren. He head was resting on a woman's.er.scantily clad upper torso. The
ideal resting place for any man with any sense.

"Okay, you're awake now."

"No, no, I'm not!" he pleaded. "Let me dream, please. It has to be a dream."

"It's not a dream," she said.
men, the men of those crews snickering and making
comments about the size of something and how his Viper was compensating for
it or rather lack of it.

"Come on. I have to go fight Cylons."

"Hey, they'll never miss one pilot."

"Actually I hope they miss them all," Starbuck said nonchalantly. "And so
will you if the one raider that I would have shot down crashed into a
landing bay."

***

Drifting out of unconsciousness, Baltar felt something yielding underneath
his head. Pillows? Where had Lucifer found such soft, warm, relaxing
pillows? He reached up to fluff them when something seized his wrist.

"No, I don't think that's wise," a woman's voice said.

"Huh?" He opened his eyes and stared at a sight he hadn't seen in over a
yahren. He head was resting on a woman's.er.scantily clad upper torso. The
ideal resting place for any man with any sense.

"Okay, you're awake now."

"No, no, I'm not!" he pleaded. "Let me dream, please. It has to be a dream."

"It's not a dream," she said.
 . I have no explanation for
it." CORA replied. "We have to get back to the Galactica before I lose my
integrity." She kicked in her thrusters.

"Just your integrity?" Starbuck quipped, feeling her meld herself against
him in a way that was both incomprehensible, yet provacative. "Lords . . ."
He groaned and sucked in a deep breath, as the Viper started to disappear
around him, while at the same time blasting towards Alpha Bay.

* * * * *

"Commander, an unidentified object approaching Alpha Bay." Rigel reported.

"Why do you all insist on reporting to me, if command of the Galactica has
been taken from me?" Adama asked, with a sudden image of a fishing rod, a
small boat, and a calm lake with a sunrise stetching across the sky.

"Old habits die hard, Sir." Rigel replied. "Sir, there are two life forms,
as well as an emergency beacon coming from the UFO. One life form is Human,
the other is unidentified. Sir . . .it's Recon Viper One!"

"Recon Viper One?" Adama asked. "But we should be abl

"Yes, it is." He nodded, rubbing the side of his face against her.

"No, it isn't." Her hand released his wrist and seized his jaw, forcing him
to look upwards - into a pair of the most beautiful blue eyes, the colour
of the skies of the Colonies. And her hair, the colour of the sun.

"An angel of mercy?" he whispered.

"Nope, just a medtech." she said, holding aloft an injector with her free hand.

"Did you detox him?" another woman said. "Colonel Tigh wants him on the
bridge." Baltar looked over and saw a dark haired woman leaning over Adama
who was asleep on a couch.

"I can't believe the intoxication levels of these two," the blonde woman
answered the other. "They must have drunk everything they could find, but
he's sober enough."

"But I don't want to be sober," Baltar murmured.

"It's only for a little while."

"Promise? With hot fudge sauce on top?" Baltar managed a smile. To his joy,
she smiled back at him.

"Sure, why not?" She shrugged and laughed. "I'm Cassiopeia, by the

"Yes, it is." He nodded, rubbing the side of his face against her.

"No, it isn't." Her hand released his wrist and seized his jaw, forcing him
to look upwards - into a pair of the most beautiful blue eyes, the colour
of the skies of the Colonies. And her hair, the colour of the sun.

"An angel of mercy?" he whispered.

"Nope, just a medtech." she said, holding aloft an injector with her free hand.

"Did you detox him?" another woman said. "Colonel Tigh wants him on the
bridge." Baltar looked over and saw a dark haired woman leaning over Adama
who was asleep on a couch.

"I can't believe the intoxication levels of these two," the blonde woman
answered the other. "They must have drunk everything they could find, but
he's sober enough."

"But I don't want to be sober," Baltar murmured.

"It's only for a little while."

"Promise? With hot fudge sauce on top?" Baltar managed a smile. To his joy,
she smiled back at him.

"Sure, why not?" She shrugged and laughed. "I'm Cassiopeia, by the

"Yes, it is." He nodded, rubbing the side of his face against her.

"No, it isn't." Her hand released his wrist and seized his jaw, forcing him
to look upwards - into a pair of the most beautiful blue eyes, the colour
of the skies of the Colonies. And her hair, the colour of the sun.

"An angel of mercy?" he whispered.

"Nope, just a medtech." she said, holding aloft an injector with her free hand.

"Did you detox him?" another woman said. "Colonel Tigh wants him on the
bridge." Baltar looked over and saw a dark haired woman leaning over Adama
who was asleep on a couch.

"I can't believe the intoxication levels of these two," the blonde woman
answered the other. "They must have drunk everything they could find, but
he's sober enough."

"But I don't want to be sober," Baltar murmured.

"It's only for a little while."

"Promise? With hot fudge sauce on top?" Baltar managed a smile. To his joy,
she smiled back at him.

"Sure, why not?" She shrugged and laughed. "I'm Cassiopeia, by the

"Yes, it is." He nodded, rubbing the side of his face against her.

"No, it isn't." Her hand released his wrist and seized his jaw, forcing him
to look upwards - into a pair of the most beautiful blue eyes, the colour
of the skies of the Colonies. And her hair, the colour of the sun.

"An angel of mercy?" he whispered.

"Nope, just a medtech." she said, holding aloft an injector with her free hand.

"Did you detox him?" another woman said. "Colonel Tigh wants him on the
bridge." Baltar looked over and saw a dark haired woman leaning over Adama
who was asleep on a couch.

"I can't believe the intoxication levels of these two," the blonde woman
answered the other. "They must have drunk everything they could find, but
he's sober enough."

"But I don't want to be sober," Baltar murmured.

"It's only for a little while."

"Promise? With hot fudge sauce on top?" Baltar managed a smile. To his joy,
she smiled back at him.

"Sure, why not?" She shrugged and laughed. "I'm Cassiopeia, by the

"Yes, it is." He nodded, rubbing the side of his face against her.

"No, it isn't." Her hand released his wrist and seized his jaw, forcing him
to look upwards - into a pair of the most beautiful blue eyes, the colour
of the skies of the Colonies. And her hair, the colour of the sun.

"An angel of mercy?" he whispered.

"Nope, just a medtech." she said, holding aloft an injector with her free hand.

"Did you detox him?" another woman said. "Colonel Tigh wants him on the
bridge." Baltar looked over and saw a dark haired woman leaning over Adama
who was asleep on a couch.

"I can't believe the intoxication levels of these two," the blonde woman
answered the other. "They must have drunk everything they could find, but
he's sober enough."

"But I don't want to be sober," Baltar murmured.

"It's only for a little while."

"Promise? With hot fudge sauce on top?" Baltar managed a smile. To his joy,
she smiled back at him.

"Sure, why not?" She shrugged and laughed. "I'm Cassiopeia, by the

"Yes, it is." He nodded, rubbing the side of his face against her.

"No, it isn't." Her hand released his wrist and seized his jaw, forcing him
to look upwards - into a pair of the most beautiful blue eyes, the colour
of the skies of the Colonies. And her hair, the colour of the sun.

"An angel of mercy?" he whispered.

"Nope, just a medtech." she said, holding aloft an injector with her free hand.

"Did you detox him?" another woman said. "Colonel Tigh wants him on the
bridge." Baltar looked over and saw a dark haired woman leaning over Adama
who was asleep on a couch.

"I can't believe the intoxication levels of these two," the blonde woman
answered the other. "They must have drunk everything they could find, but
he's sober enough."

"But I don't want to be sober," Baltar murmured.

"It's only for a little while."

"Promise? With hot fudge sauce on top?" Baltar managed a smile. To his joy,
she smiled back at him.

"Sure, why not?" She shrugged and laughed. "I'm Cassiopeia, by thee to confirm that with
the warbook. Why can't you identify it?"

"And how did a second life form get inside the Viper while she was in
space?" Baltar asked.

"Must be female . . ." Cassie growled, thrusting the jar of hot fudge sauce
into Baltar's hand and turning on her heel, heading for the launch bay.

* * * * *

It was unlike anything ever seen before on the Galactica. One micron, the
strangest looking ship was on approach, and as it hurled through the
landing bay, the shape melded and mutated until the form of a man and a
woman, entwined like lovers, appeared.

A soft white light seemed to surround them, like a protective forcefield,
as they glided to a stop along the deck. Then the light slowly dimmed, and
disappeared, and revealed Lieutenant Starbuck lying beneath the body of a
beautiful woman. Her long flaxen hair flowed to her waist, yet covered them
both like a curtain as she rested her hands upon his chest, and gazed down
at him with amethyst coloured eyes. A shimmering white r way."

"Such a fitting name for you: a legendary queen of such beauty that the
goddesses were jealous," he said in an awed tone.

"We can talk later," Cassie said, helping him to his feet. "Right now,
someone else wants to speak to you."

"Who would want to speak with me? Everyone hates me." He shook his head
miserably. "There nothing in it for me."

"Oh, I don't know about that. There could always be something. . ."


======================================================
Part 69
Apollo backed away from Zeke, and the camera.

"What I meant to say is, that the Council of Twelve is often faced with,
er, /challenges/ that . . . look, it's like this, some people are just
/slow/. It doesn't mean that they're stupid. Just /slow/."

Apollo spread his arms and smiled weakly at Zara, who stepped forward . . .


======================================================
Part 70
. . . and fell over.

======================================================
Part 71
"What have you done? What is  way."

"Such a fitting name for you: a legendary queen of such beauty that the
goddesses were jealous," he said in an awed tone.

"We can talk later," Cassie said, helping him to his feet. "Right now,
someone else wants to speak to you."

"Who would want to speak with me? Everyone hates me." He shook his head
miserably. "There nothing in it for me."

"Oh, I don't know about that. There could always be something. . ."


======================================================
Part 69
Apollo backed away from Zeke, and the camera.

"What I meant to say is, that the Council of Twelve is often faced with,
er, /challenges/ that . . . look, it's like this, some people are just
/slow/. It doesn't mean that they're stupid. Just /slow/."

Apollo spread his arms and smiled weakly at Zara, who stepped forward . . .


======================================================
Part 70
. . . and fell over.

======================================================
Part 71
"What have you done? What is  way."

"Such a fitting name for you: a legendary queen of such beauty that the
goddesses were jealous," he said in an awed tone.

"We can talk later," Cassie said, helping him to his feet. "Right now,
someone else wants to speak to you."

"Who would want to speak with me? Everyone hates me." He shook his head
miserably. "There nothing in it for me."

"Oh, I don't know about that. There could always be something. . ."


======================================================
Part 69
Apollo backed away from Zeke, and the camera.

"What I meant to say is, that the Council of Twelve is often faced with,
er, /challenges/ that . . . look, it's like this, some people are just
/slow/. It doesn't mean that they're stupid. Just /slow/."

Apollo spread his arms and smiled weakly at Zara, who stepped forward . . .


======================================================
Part 70
. . . and fell over.

======================================================
Part 71
"What have you done? What is  way."

"Such a fitting name for you: a legendary queen of such beauty that the
goddesses were jealous," he said in an awed tone.

"We can talk later," Cassie said, helping him to his feet. "Right now,
someone else wants to speak to you."

"Who would want to speak with me? Everyone hates me." He shook his head
miserably. "There nothing in it for me."

"Oh, I don't know about that. There could always be something. . ."


======================================================
Part 69
Apollo backed away from Zeke, and the camera.

"What I meant to say is, that the Council of Twelve is often faced with,
er, /challenges/ that . . . look, it's like this, some people are just
/slow/. It doesn't mean that they're stupid. Just /slow/."

Apollo spread his arms and smiled weakly at Zara, who stepped forward . . .


======================================================
Part 70
. . . and fell over.

======================================================
Part 71
"What have you done? What is  way."

"Such a fitting name for you: a legendary queen of such beauty that the
goddesses were jealous," he said in an awed tone.

"We can talk later," Cassie said, helping him to his feet. "Right now,
someone else wants to speak to you."

"Who would want to speak with me? Everyone hates me." He shook his head
miserably. "There nothing in it for me."

"Oh, I don't know about that. There could always be something. . ."


======================================================
Part 69
Apollo backed away from Zeke, and the camera.

"What I meant to say is, that the Council of Twelve is often faced with,
er, /challenges/ that . . . look, it's like this, some people are just
/slow/. It doesn't mean that they're stupid. Just /slow/."

Apollo spread his arms and smiled weakly at Zara, who stepped forward . . .


======================================================
Part 70
. . . and fell over.

======================================================
Part 71
"What have you done? What is  way."

"Such a fitting name for you: a legendary queen of such beauty that the
goddesses were jealous," he said in an awed tone.

"We can talk later," Cassie said, helping him to his feet. "Right now,
someone else wants to speak to you."

"Who would want to speak with me? Everyone hates me." He shook his head
miserably. "There nothing in it for me."

"Oh, I don't know about that. There could always be something. . ."


======================================================
Part 69
Apollo backed away from Zeke, and the camera.

"What I meant to say is, that the Council of Twelve is often faced with,
er, /challenges/ that . . . look, it's like this, some people are just
/slow/. It doesn't mean that they're stupid. Just /slow/."

Apollo spread his arms and smiled weakly at Zara, who stepped forward . . .


======================================================
Part 70
. . . and fell over.

======================================================
Part 71
"What have you done? What is obe covered her
slender body, yet dainty bare feet peeked out beneath the clothing. Rosey
lips were parted slightly as she stared down at him with a look of wonder
on her fine features. 

"CORA?" he breathed. She was quite literally the most exquisite creature he
had ever laid eyes on.

"Thank you, Lords!" She replied whimsically, and smiled at him. Then she
leaned down and brushed her lips over his ever so tentatively, running her
hands through his hair.

Abruptly, two feet stomped to a halt beside them. "Get your lips off him,
or I'll relaunch you out of here, right now!" Cassie roared. "He's mine!"

=====================================================
Part 93
"Cassiopeia!" Tigh roared as he tackled the med-tech to the deck of the
landing bay, "Put that laser pistol down! We need Starbuck and Cora to play
Pyramid! You can shoot him after the game!"

"Hey!" Starbuck cried in a muffled tone from beneath the shimmering folds
of the now corporeal Cora's robe, "It's not my fault!"

"Pyra/wrong/ with you?" Yuuma cried, looking at
Apollo in disgust, "Somebody take over for Zara! I must get my message to
the people before the Council realizes that. . . " he turned to look into
the lens of the camera that Zeke still held, opening his mouth to continue
speaking . . .

***

Meanwhile, back on the bridge, Adama and Baltar staggered clumsily up to
the top of the command platform where Tigh stood glaring at the monitor on
Omega'a console, "Commander, not since the Destruction, I mean the
/alleged/ Destruction, of the Colonies have I seen /anything/ like this.
Adama swallowed uncertainly and leaned forward to squint in the direction
of the monitor.

======================================================
Part 72
"Frak, that's a lot of Raiders," Adama muttered. He blinked and shook his
head hoping maybe he was seeing double or triple after downing copious
amounts of Taurean brandy. No such luck, they were all still there.

"Yes, sir, it is." Omega nodded.

"As you can see, sir, Bl/wrong/ with you?" Yuuma cried, looking at
Apollo in disgust, "Somebody take over for Zara! I must get my message to
the people before the Council realizes that. . . " he turned to look into
the lens of the camera that Zeke still held, opening his mouth to continue
speaking . . .

***

Meanwhile, back on the bridge, Adama and Baltar staggered clumsily up to
the top of the command platform where Tigh stood glaring at the monitor on
Omega'a console, "Commander, not since the Destruction, I mean the
/alleged/ Destruction, of the Colonies have I seen /anything/ like this.
Adama swallowed uncertainly and leaned forward to squint in the direction
of the monitor.

======================================================
Part 72
"Frak, that's a lot of Raiders," Adama muttered. He blinked and shook his
head hoping maybe he was seeing double or triple after downing copious
amounts of Taurean brandy. No such luck, they were all still there.

"Yes, sir, it is." Omega nodded.

"As you can see, sir, Bl/wrong/ with you?" Yuuma cried, looking at
Apollo in disgust, "Somebody take over for Zara! I must get my message to
the people before the Council realizes that. . . " he turned to look into
the lens of the camera that Zeke still held, opening his mouth to continue
speaking . . .

***

Meanwhile, back on the bridge, Adama and Baltar staggered clumsily up to
the top of the command platform where Tigh stood glaring at the monitor on
Omega'a console, "Commander, not since the Destruction, I mean the
/alleged/ Destruction, of the Colonies have I seen /anything/ like this.
Adama swallowed uncertainly and leaned forward to squint in the direction
of the monitor.

======================================================
Part 72
"Frak, that's a lot of Raiders," Adama muttered. He blinked and shook his
head hoping maybe he was seeing double or triple after downing copious
amounts of Taurean brandy. No such luck, they were all still there.

"Yes, sir, it is." Omega nodded.

"As you can see, sir, Bl/wrong/ with you?" Yuuma cried, looking at
Apollo in disgust, "Somebody take over for Zara! I must get my message to
the people before the Council realizes that. . . " he turned to look into
the lens of the camera that Zeke still held, opening his mouth to continue
speaking . . .

***

Meanwhile, back on the bridge, Adama and Baltar staggered clumsily up to
the top of the command platform where Tigh stood glaring at the monitor on
Omega'a console, "Commander, not since the Destruction, I mean the
/alleged/ Destruction, of the Colonies have I seen /anything/ like this.
Adama swallowed uncertainly and leaned forward to squint in the direction
of the monitor.

======================================================
Part 72
"Frak, that's a lot of Raiders," Adama muttered. He blinked and shook his
head hoping maybe he was seeing double or triple after downing copious
amounts of Taurean brandy. No such luck, they were all still there.

"Yes, sir, it is." Omega nodded.

"As you can see, sir, Bl/wrong/ with you?" Yuuma cried, looking at
Apollo in disgust, "Somebody take over for Zara! I must get my message to
the people before the Council realizes that. . . " he turned to look into
the lens of the camera that Zeke still held, opening his mouth to continue
speaking . . .

***

Meanwhile, back on the bridge, Adama and Baltar staggered clumsily up to
the top of the command platform where Tigh stood glaring at the monitor on
Omega'a console, "Commander, not since the Destruction, I mean the
/alleged/ Destruction, of the Colonies have I seen /anything/ like this.
Adama swallowed uncertainly and leaned forward to squint in the direction
of the monitor.

======================================================
Part 72
"Frak, that's a lot of Raiders," Adama muttered. He blinked and shook his
head hoping maybe he was seeing double or triple after downing copious
amounts of Taurean brandy. No such luck, they were all still there.

"Yes, sir, it is." Omega nodded.

"As you can see, sir, Bl/wrong/ with you?" Yuuma cried, looking at
Apollo in disgust, "Somebody take over for Zara! I must get my message to
the people before the Council realizes that. . . " he turned to look into
the lens of the camera that Zeke still held, opening his mouth to continue
speaking . . .

***

Meanwhile, back on the bridge, Adama and Baltar staggered clumsily up to
the top of the command platform where Tigh stood glaring at the monitor on
Omega'a console, "Commander, not since the Destruction, I mean the
/alleged/ Destruction, of the Colonies have I seen /anything/ like this.
Adama swallowed uncertainly and leaned forward to squint in the direction
of the monitor.

======================================================
Part 72
"Frak, that's a lot of Raiders," Adama muttered. He blinked and shook his
head hoping maybe he was seeing double or triple after downing copious
amounts of Taurean brandy. No such luck, they were all still there.

"Yes, sir, it is." Omega nodded.

"As you can see, sir, Blmid?" Cora purred, as she lifted Starbuck to his feet and kissed him
passionately on the lips, evoking a snarl of fury from Cassiopeia, "Will we
be allowed to smoke fumarellos too?"

Starbuck cast a worried look in Cassiopeia's direction and laughed
nervously, opening his lips to speak.

At that moment, another ship arrived, bouncing to a stop beside Recon Viper
One. A large hatch opened at the aft of the ship and a long carpet quickly
unrolled, forming a dark red path from the hatch to the landing bay lift.

"It can't be," Tigh cried, pulling Cassiopeia to her feet and leveled the
laser pistol at the form that now emerged from the open hatchway, "I shot
you down over Badaboom when I was just a cadet!"

***

"Apollo!", Adama cried, as he, Baltar, Athena and Lucifer entered the
Officer's Club, "Stop talking to yourself and get over here! Tigh's
bringing the rest of the Pyramid players from the landing bay. Keep an eye
on Yuuma and . . . " Adama suddenly noticed Zara and Zeke snoring loudly ue Squadron is holding position between them and
the fleet," Tigh said, watching Adama closely.

"Very good," Adama said quietly.

"Where did Lushifer get so many Raiders?" Baltar leaned over Adama's
shoulder to look at the monitor. He swayed a bit. The med-tech's concoction
had forced him into a variation of sober, but it gave him a splitting
headache and a terrible queasiness. At least Adama didn't look much better.
"Do we even have enough Centurions to pilot them all?"

"Do you?" Tigh asked and glared at Baltar.

***

/Finally,/ Starbuck thought as he pulled on his pants.

"Oh, look, he does it one leg at a time, just like everyone else," Jenny
said laughing.

"Well, if you had been kind enough to hold them out for me, I could have
jumped into them." Starbuck smiled and stepped into his boots.

"Can we try that?" Jenny asked, handing him his belt.

"Later, all right? I have business with some centurions." He grabbed his
helmet and clambered up into the waiting Viper.

"Umm, Starue Squadron is holding position between them and
the fleet," Tigh said, watching Adama closely.

"Very good," Adama said quietly.

"Where did Lushifer get so many Raiders?" Baltar leaned over Adama's
shoulder to look at the monitor. He swayed a bit. The med-tech's concoction
had forced him into a variation of sober, but it gave him a splitting
headache and a terrible queasiness. At least Adama didn't look much better.
"Do we even have enough Centurions to pilot them all?"

"Do you?" Tigh asked and glared at Baltar.

***

/Finally,/ Starbuck thought as he pulled on his pants.

"Oh, look, he does it one leg at a time, just like everyone else," Jenny
said laughing.

"Well, if you had been kind enough to hold them out for me, I could have
jumped into them." Starbuck smiled and stepped into his boots.

"Can we try that?" Jenny asked, handing him his belt.

"Later, all right? I have business with some centurions." He grabbed his
helmet and clambered up into the waiting Viper.

"Umm, Starue Squadron is holding position between them and
the fleet," Tigh said, watching Adama closely.

"Very good," Adama said quietly.

"Where did Lushifer get so many Raiders?" Baltar leaned over Adama's
shoulder to look at the monitor. He swayed a bit. The med-tech's concoction
had forced him into a variation of sober, but it gave him a splitting
headache and a terrible queasiness. At least Adama didn't look much better.
"Do we even have enough Centurions to pilot them all?"

"Do you?" Tigh asked and glared at Baltar.

***

/Finally,/ Starbuck thought as he pulled on his pants.

"Oh, look, he does it one leg at a time, just like everyone else," Jenny
said laughing.

"Well, if you had been kind enough to hold them out for me, I could have
jumped into them." Starbuck smiled and stepped into his boots.

"Can we try that?" Jenny asked, handing him his belt.

"Later, all right? I have business with some centurions." He grabbed his
helmet and clambered up into the waiting Viper.

"Umm, Starue Squadron is holding position between them and
the fleet," Tigh said, watching Adama closely.

"Very good," Adama said quietly.

"Where did Lushifer get so many Raiders?" Baltar leaned over Adama's
shoulder to look at the monitor. He swayed a bit. The med-tech's concoction
had forced him into a variation of sober, but it gave him a splitting
headache and a terrible queasiness. At least Adama didn't look much better.
"Do we even have enough Centurions to pilot them all?"

"Do you?" Tigh asked and glared at Baltar.

***

/Finally,/ Starbuck thought as he pulled on his pants.

"Oh, look, he does it one leg at a time, just like everyone else," Jenny
said laughing.

"Well, if you had been kind enough to hold them out for me, I could have
jumped into them." Starbuck smiled and stepped into his boots.

"Can we try that?" Jenny asked, handing him his belt.

"Later, all right? I have business with some centurions." He grabbed his
helmet and clambered up into the waiting Viper.

"Umm, Starue Squadron is holding position between them and
the fleet," Tigh said, watching Adama closely.

"Very good," Adama said quietly.

"Where did Lushifer get so many Raiders?" Baltar leaned over Adama's
shoulder to look at the monitor. He swayed a bit. The med-tech's concoction
had forced him into a variation of sober, but it gave him a splitting
headache and a terrible queasiness. At least Adama didn't look much better.
"Do we even have enough Centurions to pilot them all?"

"Do you?" Tigh asked and glared at Baltar.

***

/Finally,/ Starbuck thought as he pulled on his pants.

"Oh, look, he does it one leg at a time, just like everyone else," Jenny
said laughing.

"Well, if you had been kind enough to hold them out for me, I could have
jumped into them." Starbuck smiled and stepped into his boots.

"Can we try that?" Jenny asked, handing him his belt.

"Later, all right? I have business with some centurions." He grabbed his
helmet and clambered up into the waiting Viper.

"Umm, Staron
the floor, the IFB camera laying in a crumpled tangle of metal and wires
between them, then jumped and whirled as he felt his bum being goosed, "I
/beg/ your pardon, madam!"

Adulteress smiled sweetly and blew a kiss at Adama, then winked at Baltar.

"Boxey, why is Muffit glowing?" Adama surveyed the Officer's Club with a
look of utter confusion, then assumed a look of longsuffering horror as the
members of the Coucil of the Twelve entered, forming a conga line and
singing a Noman love chant, the Noman Bora bringing up the rear with a
large drum held in his muscular arms.

"Ooga Chuka, Ooga Chuka," Tinia bobbed her head to the music as Bora
played, "Adama! We're here to offer moral support. I know you can win this
thing!"

"I'm still not going to call her, or Belloby, Mother!" Apollo said
petulantly as he narrowed his eyes at John, "Could you please make yourself
visible for the duration of the game, at least?'

"Apollo, stop talking to yourself and get over here!" Adama repeated, "Herbuck?"

"Yes?" Starbuck settled into the seat. Something familiar, thank the Lords.
Something he could deal with.

"With all available Vipers needed and you getting the last one. . ."
Jenny's voice trailed off as the cockpit cover closed.

"All I care about is that she flies," He said over the comline as he
flipped the switches to power up the Viper. He heard the engines catch and
the whine of the most beautiful fighting machine ever rev up.

"Launch when ready," Rigel's voice said over the comline.

"Launching, finally," Starbuck smiled as he was pushed back into the seat.

"Starbuck, darling, you've come back to me!" A female voice said.

"C.O.R.A.?!"

***

"Humans just have no accuracy regarding time and distances," Lucifer said
to himself. "Even after stealing our superior systems, they still can't get
it right." He was seating in the third observation seat of the raider. The
two centurions seated at the flight, navigation, and weapons consoles
looked at each other, the sliding rbuck?"

"Yes?" Starbuck settled into the seat. Something familiar, thank the Lords.
Something he could deal with.

"With all available Vipers needed and you getting the last one. . ."
Jenny's voice trailed off as the cockpit cover closed.

"All I care about is that she flies," He said over the comline as he
flipped the switches to power up the Viper. He heard the engines catch and
the whine of the most beautiful fighting machine ever rev up.

"Launch when ready," Rigel's voice said over the comline.

"Launching, finally," Starbuck smiled as he was pushed back into the seat.

"Starbuck, darling, you've come back to me!" A female voice said.

"C.O.R.A.?!"

***

"Humans just have no accuracy regarding time and distances," Lucifer said
to himself. "Even after stealing our superior systems, they still can't get
it right." He was seating in the third observation seat of the raider. The
two centurions seated at the flight, navigation, and weapons consoles
looked at each other, the sliding rue Squadron is holding position between them and
the fleet," Tigh said, watching Adama closely.

"Very good," Adama said quietly.

"Where did Lushifer get so many Raiders?" Baltar leaned over Adama's
shoulder to look at the monitor. He swayed a bit. The med-tech's concoction
had forced him into a variation of sober, but it gave him a splitting
headache and a terrible queasiness. At least Adama didn't look much better.
"Do we even have enough Centurions to pilot them all?"

"Do you?" Tigh asked and glared at Baltar.

***

/Finally,/ Starbuck thought as he pulled on his pants.

"Oh, look, he does it one leg at a time, just like everyone else," Jenny
said laughing.

"Well, if you had been kind enough to hold them out for me, I could have
jumped into them." Starbuck smiled and stepped into his boots.

"Can we try that?" Jenny asked, handing him his belt.

"Later, all right? I have business with some centurions." He grabbed his
helmet and clambered up into the waiting Viper.

"Umm, Starbuck?"

"Yes?" Starbuck settled into the seat. Something familiar, thank the Lords.
Something he could deal with.

"With all available Vipers needed and you getting the last one. . ."
Jenny's voice trailed off as the cockpit cover closed.

"All I care about is that she flies," He said over the comline as he
flipped the switches to power up the Viper. He heard the engines catch and
the whine of the most beautiful fighting machine ever rev up.

"Launch when ready," Rigel's voice said over the comline.

"Launching, finally," Starbuck smiled as he was pushed back into the seat.

"Starbuck, darling, you've come back to me!" A female voice said.

"C.O.R.A.?!"

***

"Humans just have no accuracy regarding time and distances," Lucifer said
to himself. "Even after stealing our superior systems, they still can't get
it right." He was seating in the third observation seat of the raider. The
two centurions seated at the flight, navigation, and weapons consoles
looked at each other, the sliding rbuck?"

"Yes?" Starbuck settled into the seat. Something familiar, thank the Lords.
Something he could deal with.

"With all available Vipers needed and you getting the last one. . ."
Jenny's voice trailed off as the cockpit cover closed.

"All I care about is that she flies," He said over the comline as he
flipped the switches to power up the Viper. He heard the engines catch and
the whine of the most beautiful fighting machine ever rev up.

"Launch when ready," Rigel's voice said over the comline.

"Launching, finally," Starbuck smiled as he was pushed back into the seat.

"Starbuck, darling, you've come back to me!" A female voice said.

"C.O.R.A.?!"

***

"Humans just have no accuracy regarding time and distances," Lucifer said
to himself. "Even after stealing our superior systems, they still can't get
it right." He was seating in the third observation seat of the raider. The
two centurions seated at the flight, navigation, and weapons consoles
looked at each other, the sliding rbuck?"

"Yes?" Starbuck settled into the seat. Something familiar, thank the Lords.
Something he could deal with.

"With all available Vipers needed and you getting the last one. . ."
Jenny's voice trailed off as the cockpit cover closed.

"All I care about is that she flies," He said over the comline as he
flipped the switches to power up the Viper. He heard the engines catch and
the whine of the most beautiful fighting machine ever rev up.

"Launch when ready," Rigel's voice said over the comline.

"Launching, finally," Starbuck smiled as he was pushed back into the seat.

"Starbuck, darling, you've come back to me!" A female voice said.

"C.O.R.A.?!"

***

"Humans just have no accuracy regarding time and distances," Lucifer said
to himself. "Even after stealing our superior systems, they still can't get
it right." He was seating in the third observation seat of the raider. The
two centurions seated at the flight, navigation, and weapons consoles
looked at each other, the sliding re
come my teammates, and, Oh my God! Didn't Tigh shoot /you/ down over
Badabing when he was just a cadet?"

"That was /Badaboom/, Sir," Tigh corrected, as he backed into the OC with
Cassiopeia behind him, still training the laser pistol on the new arrival,
gesturing for Starbuck and Cora to join Adama at the Pyramid table.

=====================================================
Part 94
Lucifer tapped Cora on the shoulder, " You're not like the others, I can
sense an electricity around you."

"Yes, my system is hybrid, nuclear and cold fusion, with a rechargeable
nickel metal hydride EverReady," Cora purred as she moved seductively into
the chair to Adama's right, blowing kisses at Starbuck, who, in turn, sat
on the Commander's left, throwing pleading looks of innocence over his
shoulder at Cassiopeia.

"What is your designation?" Lucifer slid smoothly into the center chair
across the Pyramid table from Adama's team.

"I am 'Computer Oral Response Activated'," she swept back her hair with ed light under the brow of their helms
halting for just a micron, before they returned to their duties.

"Squadrons from Gehenna have arrived," one centurion droned.

"Ah, how fortunate. Baltar should be pleased." Lucifer sounded as happy as
an IL series Cylon could be. The scanner in the Raider lit up and the
monitor showed the familiar face of Baltar.

"Lush-" he started, then stopped and steadied himself. "Luc-i-fer, I have
been informed that you wiss - wish to speak to me." Baltar said carefully,
slowly.

"Baltar, you appear to be impaired and not operating correctly."

"I'm operating well enough."

"You did not contact me regarding your attack order in one centar as you
specified. In fact, you are 25.5 centons late. There is also something. .
.different. . .about your speech patterns."

"No doubt from the brandy," Baltar muttered with an undertone of misery in
his voice that Lucifer had heard before during long stretches of inactivity
on the Baseship.

"Brandy?"

"It is a humaned light under the brow of their helms
halting for just a micron, before they returned to their duties.

"Squadrons from Gehenna have arrived," one centurion droned.

"Ah, how fortunate. Baltar should be pleased." Lucifer sounded as happy as
an IL series Cylon could be. The scanner in the Raider lit up and the
monitor showed the familiar face of Baltar.

"Lush-" he started, then stopped and steadied himself. "Luc-i-fer, I have
been informed that you wiss - wish to speak to me." Baltar said carefully,
slowly.

"Baltar, you appear to be impaired and not operating correctly."

"I'm operating well enough."

"You did not contact me regarding your attack order in one centar as you
specified. In fact, you are 25.5 centons late. There is also something. .
.different. . .about your speech patterns."

"No doubt from the brandy," Baltar muttered with an undertone of misery in
his voice that Lucifer had heard before during long stretches of inactivity
on the Baseship.

"Brandy?"

"It is a humanbuck?"

"Yes?" Starbuck settled into the seat. Something familiar, thank the Lords.
Something he could deal with.

"With all available Vipers needed and you getting the last one. . ."
Jenny's voice trailed off as the cockpit cover closed.

"All I care about is that she flies," He said over the comline as he
flipped the switches to power up the Viper. He heard the engines catch and
the whine of the most beautiful fighting machine ever rev up.

"Launch when ready," Rigel's voice said over the comline.

"Launching, finally," Starbuck smiled as he was pushed back into the seat.

"Starbuck, darling, you've come back to me!" A female voice said.

"C.O.R.A.?!"

***

"Humans just have no accuracy regarding time and distances," Lucifer said
to himself. "Even after stealing our superior systems, they still can't get
it right." He was seating in the third observation seat of the raider. The
two centurions seated at the flight, navigation, and weapons consoles
looked at each other, the sliding red light under the brow of their helms
halting for just a micron, before they returned to their duties.

"Squadrons from Gehenna have arrived," one centurion droned.

"Ah, how fortunate. Baltar should be pleased." Lucifer sounded as happy as
an IL series Cylon could be. The scanner in the Raider lit up and the
monitor showed the familiar face of Baltar.

"Lush-" he started, then stopped and steadied himself. "Luc-i-fer, I have
been informed that you wiss - wish to speak to me." Baltar said carefully,
slowly.

"Baltar, you appear to be impaired and not operating correctly."

"I'm operating well enough."

"You did not contact me regarding your attack order in one centar as you
specified. In fact, you are 25.5 centons late. There is also something. .
.different. . .about your speech patterns."

"No doubt from the brandy," Baltar muttered with an undertone of misery in
his voice that Lucifer had heard before during long stretches of inactivity
on the Baseship.

"Brandy?"

"It is a humaned light under the brow of their helms
halting for just a micron, before they returned to their duties.

"Squadrons from Gehenna have arrived," one centurion droned.

"Ah, how fortunate. Baltar should be pleased." Lucifer sounded as happy as
an IL series Cylon could be. The scanner in the Raider lit up and the
monitor showed the familiar face of Baltar.

"Lush-" he started, then stopped and steadied himself. "Luc-i-fer, I have
been informed that you wiss - wish to speak to me." Baltar said carefully,
slowly.

"Baltar, you appear to be impaired and not operating correctly."

"I'm operating well enough."

"You did not contact me regarding your attack order in one centar as you
specified. In fact, you are 25.5 centons late. There is also something. .
.different. . .about your speech patterns."

"No doubt from the brandy," Baltar muttered with an undertone of misery in
his voice that Lucifer had heard before during long stretches of inactivity
on the Baseship.

"Brandy?"

"It is a humaned light under the brow of their helms
halting for just a micron, before they returned to their duties.

"Squadrons from Gehenna have arrived," one centurion droned.

"Ah, how fortunate. Baltar should be pleased." Lucifer sounded as happy as
an IL series Cylon could be. The scanner in the Raider lit up and the
monitor showed the familiar face of Baltar.

"Lush-" he started, then stopped and steadied himself. "Luc-i-fer, I have
been informed that you wiss - wish to speak to me." Baltar said carefully,
slowly.

"Baltar, you appear to be impaired and not operating correctly."

"I'm operating well enough."

"You did not contact me regarding your attack order in one centar as you
specified. In fact, you are 25.5 centons late. There is also something. .
.different. . .about your speech patterns."

"No doubt from the brandy," Baltar muttered with an undertone of misery in
his voice that Lucifer had heard before during long stretches of inactivity
on the Baseship.

"Brandy?"

"It is a humana
fluid motion of her hand, momentarily blinding Adama and Starbuck with long
flaxon waves, "but now that I'm corporeal, I have other receptive senses,"
Cora batted her amethyst eyes at Lucifer and pulled a fumarello out of a
fold in her shimmering robe, "does anyone have a light?"

"Wait," cried John, with a burst of ethereal music. Suddenly, everyone's
clothing turned white, except Boxey's.

"Hey, no fair!" Boxey cried, "Sic 'em, Muffy!"

"But, Adama," pleaded Baltar as he sat reluctantly on Lucifer's left,
licking the last of Cassiopeia's chocolate from his chin, "I'm trying to
tell you that we don't have to do this! I have a solution that will make
everyone happy, You, Adar, the Council, the Empire and, most importantly,
/me/!"

"You must all listen to me! We must get the IFB back on the air! Wake up
Zeke and Zara!" Yuuma cried out in an agonized tone, "The people of the
Fleet must know not only of the deception that has been perpetrated on us
by Adar and his cronies, but of the fact t custom during negotiations to partake in food and drink."

"Is that wise?" Lucifer asked slyly. "It would give an enemy the perfect
opportunity to poison the other."

"It's considered impolite to kill each other while negotiating," Baltar
moaned. He lifted a hand to his forehead. Lucifer wondered if it was the
lighting that was giving Baltar a rather odd ashen colour to his skin.

"And have you finished negotiating?" Lucifer asked.

"Have we finished?" Baltar looked off to one side, desperation in his voice.

"No!" Several voices shouted back in unison causing Baltar to wince.

"We're still negotiating." Baltar turned back to the scanner's pickup. He
swayed alarmingly. "About what, I'm not sure. . ." He trailed off, his face
white.

"He's still negotiating," another human appeared next to Baltar, slipping
an arm around him as he slumped.

It was a type of human that Lucifer had little knowledge of. Longer hair,
smaller, more slender, but with a certain upgrade in the chest area as
rev custom during negotiations to partake in food and drink."

"Is that wise?" Lucifer asked slyly. "It would give an enemy the perfect
opportunity to poison the other."

"It's considered impolite to kill each other while negotiating," Baltar
moaned. He lifted a hand to his forehead. Lucifer wondered if it was the
lighting that was giving Baltar a rather odd ashen colour to his skin.

"And have you finished negotiating?" Lucifer asked.

"Have we finished?" Baltar looked off to one side, desperation in his voice.

"No!" Several voices shouted back in unison causing Baltar to wince.

"We're still negotiating." Baltar turned back to the scanner's pickup. He
swayed alarmingly. "About what, I'm not sure. . ." He trailed off, his face
white.

"He's still negotiating," another human appeared next to Baltar, slipping
an arm around him as he slumped.

It was a type of human that Lucifer had little knowledge of. Longer hair,
smaller, more slender, but with a certain upgrade in the chest area as
reved light under the brow of their helms
halting for just a micron, before they returned to their duties.

"Squadrons from Gehenna have arrived," one centurion droned.

"Ah, how fortunate. Baltar should be pleased." Lucifer sounded as happy as
an IL series Cylon could be. The scanner in the Raider lit up and the
monitor showed the familiar face of Baltar.

"Lush-" he started, then stopped and steadied himself. "Luc-i-fer, I have
been informed that you wiss - wish to speak to me." Baltar said carefully,
slowly.

"Baltar, you appear to be impaired and not operating correctly."

"I'm operating well enough."

"You did not contact me regarding your attack order in one centar as you
specified. In fact, you are 25.5 centons late. There is also something. .
.different. . .about your speech patterns."

"No doubt from the brandy," Baltar muttered with an undertone of misery in
his voice that Lucifer had heard before during long stretches of inactivity
on the Baseship.

"Brandy?"

"It is a human custom during negotiations to partake in food and drink."

"Is that wise?" Lucifer asked slyly. "It would give an enemy the perfect
opportunity to poison the other."

"It's considered impolite to kill each other while negotiating," Baltar
moaned. He lifted a hand to his forehead. Lucifer wondered if it was the
lighting that was giving Baltar a rather odd ashen colour to his skin.

"And have you finished negotiating?" Lucifer asked.

"Have we finished?" Baltar looked off to one side, desperation in his voice.

"No!" Several voices shouted back in unison causing Baltar to wince.

"We're still negotiating." Baltar turned back to the scanner's pickup. He
swayed alarmingly. "About what, I'm not sure. . ." He trailed off, his face
white.

"He's still negotiating," another human appeared next to Baltar, slipping
an arm around him as he slumped.

It was a type of human that Lucifer had little knowledge of. Longer hair,
smaller, more slender, but with a certain upgrade in the chest area as
rev custom during negotiations to partake in food and drink."

"Is that wise?" Lucifer asked slyly. "It would give an enemy the perfect
opportunity to poison the other."

"It's considered impolite to kill each other while negotiating," Baltar
moaned. He lifted a hand to his forehead. Lucifer wondered if it was the
lighting that was giving Baltar a rather odd ashen colour to his skin.

"And have you finished negotiating?" Lucifer asked.

"Have we finished?" Baltar looked off to one side, desperation in his voice.

"No!" Several voices shouted back in unison causing Baltar to wince.

"We're still negotiating." Baltar turned back to the scanner's pickup. He
swayed alarmingly. "About what, I'm not sure. . ." He trailed off, his face
white.

"He's still negotiating," another human appeared next to Baltar, slipping
an arm around him as he slumped.

It was a type of human that Lucifer had little knowledge of. Longer hair,
smaller, more slender, but with a certain upgrade in the chest area as
rev custom during negotiations to partake in food and drink."

"Is that wise?" Lucifer asked slyly. "It would give an enemy the perfect
opportunity to poison the other."

"It's considered impolite to kill each other while negotiating," Baltar
moaned. He lifted a hand to his forehead. Lucifer wondered if it was the
lighting that was giving Baltar a rather odd ashen colour to his skin.

"And have you finished negotiating?" Lucifer asked.

"Have we finished?" Baltar looked off to one side, desperation in his voice.

"No!" Several voices shouted back in unison causing Baltar to wince.

"We're still negotiating." Baltar turned back to the scanner's pickup. He
swayed alarmingly. "About what, I'm not sure. . ." He trailed off, his face
white.

"He's still negotiating," another human appeared next to Baltar, slipping
an arm around him as he slumped.

It was a type of human that Lucifer had little knowledge of. Longer hair,
smaller, more slender, but with a certain upgrade in the chest area as
revhat . . .

"Enough!" Lucifer's and Baltar's enigmatic partner from Tigh and Adama's
past swept to his seat on Lucifer's right, giving Tigh and the laser pistol
a wide berth, ""Are the 'Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death' rules
still in play?"

"John, is that you?" Starbuck asked, looking first at his now white
uniform, then throwing another nervous glance at Cassiopeia, finally
turning once more to peer across the Officer's Club over Lucifer's
shoulder, " why are you standing on that table?"

=====================================================
Part 95
"You can't be serious," Baltar said aghast looking at his enigmatic partner.

"I am Cyrius," it said in a voice that was a deeper version of the standard
Centurion's as its sliding red optical light halted to focus on Baltar. It
was the heavy-armored version of the usual Centurion, huge and with silver
armor festooned with black and gold etchings in various designs. Well, it
had been those colours until a mysterious force transformed itealed by a few scraps of thin cloth covering the human's body. Lucifer
stared fascinated. Baltar had never mentioned a different model of human.
Was this model of human superior in the same way the IL series was superior
to the centurion model of Cylons?

"Who are you?"

"Cassiopeia. He's. . .uh. . .negotiating with me."

"Oh, Lords," Baltar whimpered, "I think I'm going . . ."


======================================================
Part 73
"Oh Lords, C.O.R.A.," please tell me they've made room for the weapons in
this viper!", Starbuck moaned in frustration, "And no steep trajectory
vectors, I must stay conscious to defend the fleet against the enemy!"

"Oh, Starbuck. I haven't let you down. The laser cannons have been
reinstalled in the . . . "

======================================================
Part 74
"...turboflush."

======================================================
Part 75
"Baltar," Tigh moved threateningly across the command platform toward the
erstwhile traitor, healed by a few scraps of thin cloth covering the human's body. Lucifer
stared fascinated. Baltar had never mentioned a different model of human.
Was this model of human superior in the same way the IL series was superior
to the centurion model of Cylons?

"Who are you?"

"Cassiopeia. He's. . .uh. . .negotiating with me."

"Oh, Lords," Baltar whimpered, "I think I'm going . . ."


======================================================
Part 73
"Oh Lords, C.O.R.A.," please tell me they've made room for the weapons in
this viper!", Starbuck moaned in frustration, "And no steep trajectory
vectors, I must stay conscious to defend the fleet against the enemy!"

"Oh, Starbuck. I haven't let you down. The laser cannons have been
reinstalled in the . . . "

======================================================
Part 74
"...turboflush."

======================================================
Part 75
"Baltar," Tigh moved threateningly across the command platform toward the
erstwhile traitor, h custom during negotiations to partake in food and drink."

"Is that wise?" Lucifer asked slyly. "It would give an enemy the perfect
opportunity to poison the other."

"It's considered impolite to kill each other while negotiating," Baltar
moaned. He lifted a hand to his forehead. Lucifer wondered if it was the
lighting that was giving Baltar a rather odd ashen colour to his skin.

"And have you finished negotiating?" Lucifer asked.

"Have we finished?" Baltar looked off to one side, desperation in his voice.

"No!" Several voices shouted back in unison causing Baltar to wince.

"We're still negotiating." Baltar turned back to the scanner's pickup. He
swayed alarmingly. "About what, I'm not sure. . ." He trailed off, his face
white.

"He's still negotiating," another human appeared next to Baltar, slipping
an arm around him as he slumped.

It was a type of human that Lucifer had little knowledge of. Longer hair,
smaller, more slender, but with a certain upgrade in the chest area as
revealed by a few scraps of thin cloth covering the human's body. Lucifer
stared fascinated. Baltar had never mentioned a different model of human.
Was this model of human superior in the same way the IL series was superior
to the centurion model of Cylons?

"Who are you?"

"Cassiopeia. He's. . .uh. . .negotiating with me."

"Oh, Lords," Baltar whimpered, "I think I'm going . . ."


======================================================
Part 73
"Oh Lords, C.O.R.A.," please tell me they've made room for the weapons in
this viper!", Starbuck moaned in frustration, "And no steep trajectory
vectors, I must stay conscious to defend the fleet against the enemy!"

"Oh, Starbuck. I haven't let you down. The laser cannons have been
reinstalled in the . . . "

======================================================
Part 74
"...turboflush."

======================================================
Part 75
"Baltar," Tigh moved threateningly across the command platform toward the
erstwhile traitor, healed by a few scraps of thin cloth covering the human's body. Lucifer
stared fascinated. Baltar had never mentioned a different model of human.
Was this model of human superior in the same way the IL series was superior
to the centurion model of Cylons?

"Who are you?"

"Cassiopeia. He's. . .uh. . .negotiating with me."

"Oh, Lords," Baltar whimpered, "I think I'm going . . ."


======================================================
Part 73
"Oh Lords, C.O.R.A.," please tell me they've made room for the weapons in
this viper!", Starbuck moaned in frustration, "And no steep trajectory
vectors, I must stay conscious to defend the fleet against the enemy!"

"Oh, Starbuck. I haven't let you down. The laser cannons have been
reinstalled in the . . . "

======================================================
Part 74
"...turboflush."

======================================================
Part 75
"Baltar," Tigh moved threateningly across the command platform toward the
erstwhile traitor, healed by a few scraps of thin cloth covering the human's body. Lucifer
stared fascinated. Baltar had never mentioned a different model of human.
Was this model of human superior in the same way the IL series was superior
to the centurion model of Cylons?

"Who are you?"

"Cassiopeia. He's. . .uh. . .negotiating with me."

"Oh, Lords," Baltar whimpered, "I think I'm going . . ."


======================================================
Part 73
"Oh Lords, C.O.R.A.," please tell me they've made room for the weapons in
this viper!", Starbuck moaned in frustration, "And no steep trajectory
vectors, I must stay conscious to defend the fleet against the enemy!"

"Oh, Starbuck. I haven't let you down. The laser cannons have been
reinstalled in the . . . "

======================================================
Part 74
"...turboflush."

======================================================
Part 75
"Baltar," Tigh moved threateningly across the command platform toward the
erstwhile traitor, h into white
of varying shades, all blinding. Its helmet had a crest that swept high and
to the back and which sported a deep dent in one side.

"Praetorian Cyrius is one of the Empire's most renowned warriors," Lucifer
said with the smugness that had irritated Baltar so often on the baseship.
"As you can see, he is one of our most decorated fighters, even having the
honour of personally serving in the Imperious Leader's guard."

"Wow!" Boxey gasped, wide-eyed. "Uncle Tigh, you shot him down?"

"Beginner's luck," Cyrius rumbled.

"Could you excuse me for a micron?" Baltar sidled off to the bar, feeling
the need for something to get him through the evening. That was the
unfortunate thing about being in a starship; in space the night never ended.

"Maybe it's a good thing I'm not playing," Tigh said, stepping back. His
foot hit the still-prone Zara, who blinked and sat up.

"We've been invaded!" Frantically, she fumbled for the camera. Maybe the
Pulitzon Prize was still in reach. At the edgeis long elegant fingers curled in a menacing
approximation of a man about to strangle someone, "if there aren't enough
centurions to fly all of those raiders, then who's flying them?"

"Well, I'm sure /some/ of them are being piloted by centurions," Baltar
regained his balance, after a fashion, and staggered forward, his arm
nearly slipping from Cassiopeia's grasp.

"And the others?" Adama held both sides of his pounding head together with
his hands, as if fearing a leakage of some sort.

"Well, the Imperious Leader sub-contracts some of the larger assault wings
out to an independent group," Baltar moved to stand behind Cassiopeia,
ducking for cover as Lucifer's voice continued emanating from the command
console.

"Baltar, what is the status of the negotiations? We haven' got all daily
cycle, you know. There's a 'getting to know you' brunch at Imperious
Leader's place after the attack, and the celebrity guest is going to
auction off his . . .

***

Yuuma adjusted his tunic and combed hiis long elegant fingers curled in a menacing
approximation of a man about to strangle someone, "if there aren't enough
centurions to fly all of those raiders, then who's flying them?"

"Well, I'm sure /some/ of them are being piloted by centurions," Baltar
regained his balance, after a fashion, and staggered forward, his arm
nearly slipping from Cassiopeia's grasp.

"And the others?" Adama held both sides of his pounding head together with
his hands, as if fearing a leakage of some sort.

"Well, the Imperious Leader sub-contracts some of the larger assault wings
out to an independent group," Baltar moved to stand behind Cassiopeia,
ducking for cover as Lucifer's voice continued emanating from the command
console.

"Baltar, what is the status of the negotiations? We haven' got all daily
cycle, you know. There's a 'getting to know you' brunch at Imperious
Leader's place after the attack, and the celebrity guest is going to
auction off his . . .

***

Yuuma adjusted his tunic and combed hiealed by a few scraps of thin cloth covering the human's body. Lucifer
stared fascinated. Baltar had never mentioned a different model of human.
Was this model of human superior in the same way the IL series was superior
to the centurion model of Cylons?

"Who are you?"

"Cassiopeia. He's. . .uh. . .negotiating with me."

"Oh, Lords," Baltar whimpered, "I think I'm going . . ."


======================================================
Part 73
"Oh Lords, C.O.R.A.," please tell me they've made room for the weapons in
this viper!", Starbuck moaned in frustration, "And no steep trajectory
vectors, I must stay conscious to defend the fleet against the enemy!"

"Oh, Starbuck. I haven't let you down. The laser cannons have been
reinstalled in the . . . "

======================================================
Part 74
"...turboflush."

======================================================
Part 75
"Baltar," Tigh moved threateningly across the command platform toward the
erstwhile traitor, his long elegant fingers curled in a menacing
approximation of a man about to strangle someone, "if there aren't enough
centurions to fly all of those raiders, then who's flying them?"

"Well, I'm sure /some/ of them are being piloted by centurions," Baltar
regained his balance, after a fashion, and staggered forward, his arm
nearly slipping from Cassiopeia's grasp.

"And the others?" Adama held both sides of his pounding head together with
his hands, as if fearing a leakage of some sort.

"Well, the Imperious Leader sub-contracts some of the larger assault wings
out to an independent group," Baltar moved to stand behind Cassiopeia,
ducking for cover as Lucifer's voice continued emanating from the command
console.

"Baltar, what is the status of the negotiations? We haven' got all daily
cycle, you know. There's a 'getting to know you' brunch at Imperious
Leader's place after the attack, and the celebrity guest is going to
auction off his . . .

***

Yuuma adjusted his tunic and combed hiis long elegant fingers curled in a menacing
approximation of a man about to strangle someone, "if there aren't enough
centurions to fly all of those raiders, then who's flying them?"

"Well, I'm sure /some/ of them are being piloted by centurions," Baltar
regained his balance, after a fashion, and staggered forward, his arm
nearly slipping from Cassiopeia's grasp.

"And the others?" Adama held both sides of his pounding head together with
his hands, as if fearing a leakage of some sort.

"Well, the Imperious Leader sub-contracts some of the larger assault wings
out to an independent group," Baltar moved to stand behind Cassiopeia,
ducking for cover as Lucifer's voice continued emanating from the command
console.

"Baltar, what is the status of the negotiations? We haven' got all daily
cycle, you know. There's a 'getting to know you' brunch at Imperious
Leader's place after the attack, and the celebrity guest is going to
auction off his . . .

***

Yuuma adjusted his tunic and combed hiis long elegant fingers curled in a menacing
approximation of a man about to strangle someone, "if there aren't enough
centurions to fly all of those raiders, then who's flying them?"

"Well, I'm sure /some/ of them are being piloted by centurions," Baltar
regained his balance, after a fashion, and staggered forward, his arm
nearly slipping from Cassiopeia's grasp.

"And the others?" Adama held both sides of his pounding head together with
his hands, as if fearing a leakage of some sort.

"Well, the Imperious Leader sub-contracts some of the larger assault wings
out to an independent group," Baltar moved to stand behind Cassiopeia,
ducking for cover as Lucifer's voice continued emanating from the command
console.

"Baltar, what is the status of the negotiations? We haven' got all daily
cycle, you know. There's a 'getting to know you' brunch at Imperious
Leader's place after the attack, and the celebrity guest is going to
auction off his . . .

***

Yuuma adjusted his tunic and combed his of the spectators, Yuuma
and Shaula sighed. As soon as a new story appeared, the IFB was all over
it, leaving old ones forgotten.

***

"Merely to get a better view, Lieutenant," John said, drifting down to
floor level to stand next to Apollo at the bar. "Well, this should be a
most interesting evening," John said

"I'm glad you're enjoying it," Apollo said as loud as he dared. His father
and others were still giving him odd looks.

"You shouldn't worry about them. Many people talk to themselves." He nodded
towards the other end of the bar. Athena was sitting on a stool, her chin
propped up in her hands.

"What does Starbuck see in her?" Athena murmured. "Aren't I good enough?
Even Sheba shows up and gets more action and where do I end up? The
classroom with a bunch of kids. . ."

Beyond Athena sat Baltar. "Why me?" He moaned as he spooned up another
helping of hot fudge sauce. "Why does no one listen to me? I told Adama,
but no. . . he wouldn't listen. . .And then she dumps me for Sts deshevelled hair with the fingers
of one hand, stepping over Zara's snoring form to stand staring into the
camera that Zeke still trained on the insurgent.

"You! Hold that microphone steady," a shaky hand lifted the microphone to
Yuuma's lips, "Friends, Colonials, prison escapees, lend me your ears!"

"Eeew!" Apollo cried, "Why would you want them to do that?"

***

"C.O.R.A. ," Starbuck asked carefully as the viper sped from the launch
tube and into space, "if the laser cannons are installed in the facilities,
then how the frak do I fire them. Please don't answer if this is going to
gross me out."

There was no answer as Starbuck's viper lifted itself to a vertically erect
position relative to the plane on which all of the other vipers were
flying. Starbuck heard the sound of the turboflush initiating and realized
that a volley of laser bursts were being fired from the underside of his
viper.

"C.O.R.A.," Starbuck continued speaking in an eerily quiet voice . . .

=================s deshevelled hair with the fingers
of one hand, stepping over Zara's snoring form to stand staring into the
camera that Zeke still trained on the insurgent.

"You! Hold that microphone steady," a shaky hand lifted the microphone to
Yuuma's lips, "Friends, Colonials, prison escapees, lend me your ears!"

"Eeew!" Apollo cried, "Why would you want them to do that?"

***

"C.O.R.A. ," Starbuck asked carefully as the viper sped from the launch
tube and into space, "if the laser cannons are installed in the facilities,
then how the frak do I fire them. Please don't answer if this is going to
gross me out."

There was no answer as Starbuck's viper lifted itself to a vertically erect
position relative to the plane on which all of the other vipers were
flying. Starbuck heard the sound of the turboflush initiating and realized
that a volley of laser bursts were being fired from the underside of his
viper.

"C.O.R.A.," Starbuck continued speaking in an eerily quiet voice . . .

=================is long elegant fingers curled in a menacing
approximation of a man about to strangle someone, "if there aren't enough
centurions to fly all of those raiders, then who's flying them?"

"Well, I'm sure /some/ of them are being piloted by centurions," Baltar
regained his balance, after a fashion, and staggered forward, his arm
nearly slipping from Cassiopeia's grasp.

"And the others?" Adama held both sides of his pounding head together with
his hands, as if fearing a leakage of some sort.

"Well, the Imperious Leader sub-contracts some of the larger assault wings
out to an independent group," Baltar moved to stand behind Cassiopeia,
ducking for cover as Lucifer's voice continued emanating from the command
console.

"Baltar, what is the status of the negotiations? We haven' got all daily
cycle, you know. There's a 'getting to know you' brunch at Imperious
Leader's place after the attack, and the celebrity guest is going to
auction off his . . .

***

Yuuma adjusted his tunic and combed his deshevelled hair with the fingers
of one hand, stepping over Zara's snoring form to stand staring into the
camera that Zeke still trained on the insurgent.

"You! Hold that microphone steady," a shaky hand lifted the microphone to
Yuuma's lips, "Friends, Colonials, prison escapees, lend me your ears!"

"Eeew!" Apollo cried, "Why would you want them to do that?"

***

"C.O.R.A. ," Starbuck asked carefully as the viper sped from the launch
tube and into space, "if the laser cannons are installed in the facilities,
then how the frak do I fire them. Please don't answer if this is going to
gross me out."

There was no answer as Starbuck's viper lifted itself to a vertically erect
position relative to the plane on which all of the other vipers were
flying. Starbuck heard the sound of the turboflush initiating and realized
that a volley of laser bursts were being fired from the underside of his
viper.

"C.O.R.A.," Starbuck continued speaking in an eerily quiet voice . . .

=================s deshevelled hair with the fingers
of one hand, stepping over Zara's snoring form to stand staring into the
camera that Zeke still trained on the insurgent.

"You! Hold that microphone steady," a shaky hand lifted the microphone to
Yuuma's lips, "Friends, Colonials, prison escapees, lend me your ears!"

"Eeew!" Apollo cried, "Why would you want them to do that?"

***

"C.O.R.A. ," Starbuck asked carefully as the viper sped from the launch
tube and into space, "if the laser cannons are installed in the facilities,
then how the frak do I fire them. Please don't answer if this is going to
gross me out."

There was no answer as Starbuck's viper lifted itself to a vertically erect
position relative to the plane on which all of the other vipers were
flying. Starbuck heard the sound of the turboflush initiating and realized
that a volley of laser bursts were being fired from the underside of his
viper.

"C.O.R.A.," Starbuck continued speaking in an eerily quiet voice . . .

=================s deshevelled hair with the fingers
of one hand, stepping over Zara's snoring form to stand staring into the
camera that Zeke still trained on the insurgent.

"You! Hold that microphone steady," a shaky hand lifted the microphone to
Yuuma's lips, "Friends, Colonials, prison escapees, lend me your ears!"

"Eeew!" Apollo cried, "Why would you want them to do that?"

***

"C.O.R.A. ," Starbuck asked carefully as the viper sped from the launch
tube and into space, "if the laser cannons are installed in the facilities,
then how the frak do I fire them. Please don't answer if this is going to
gross me out."

There was no answer as Starbuck's viper lifted itself to a vertically erect
position relative to the plane on which all of the other vipers were
flying. Starbuck heard the sound of the turboflush initiating and realized
that a volley of laser bursts were being fired from the underside of his
viper.

"C.O.R.A.," Starbuck continued speaking in an eerily quiet voice . . .

=================arbuck. . .
" He gave a small sob.

"See, they don't even notice each other." John gazed at Apollo. "Adrift in
the sea of humanity. Perhaps if chance - or fate - had been different. . . "

"Uh. . . John," Apollo said, watching as Athena turned to the man seated
next to her.

"What's wrong with me?" she asked sadly. Baltar froze, a spoon laden with
hot fudge sauce at his lips.

". . . things would have gone another way. . . " John went on.

"Nothing that some hot fudge sauce couldn't remedy." Baltar offered her the
can.

"Uh. . . John," Apollo tried again.

". . . and they wouldn't now be lamenting their unlucky lot. . . "

"That's the most sensible thing I've heard all night," Athena said, a
slight smile brightening her features as she accepted Baltar's offering.

"John!" Apollo snapped. Half the people in the room turned to look. John
broke off, yet only Apollo could see the look of surprised on his face.
Apollo gave a weak laugh. "So are we going to start the game?"

"Before we b=====================================
Part 76
"As a duly elected member of the Council," Sire Domra spoke shrilly as he
rushed up the steps to the command platform and shook his finger in Adama's
still ashen face, "I must insist . . . "


======================================================
Part 77
"As Commander, *I* must insist that you be careful how loudly you speak
right now," Adama warned queasily, daring to interrupt. "I think... I may
throw up on the deck. That could be cathartic, but you wouldn't appreciate
it, not standing there."

=====================================================
Part 78
Lucifer cleared the circuits in the universal joint between his head and
his starched collar, and continued, " . . . celebrity guest is going to
auction off his collection of Hasari action figures. Our Leader has one for
every yahren they were occupied by us, including the rebel Ovion with the
detachable mandibles and jointed limbs."

***

"Shup up, Skipper!" Yuuma shouted and backed up=====================================
Part 76
"As a duly elected member of the Council," Sire Domra spoke shrilly as he
rushed up the steps to the command platform and shook his finger in Adama's
still ashen face, "I must insist . . . "


======================================================
Part 77
"As Commander, *I* must insist that you be careful how loudly you speak
right now," Adama warned queasily, daring to interrupt. "I think... I may
throw up on the deck. That could be cathartic, but you wouldn't appreciate
it, not standing there."

=====================================================
Part 78
Lucifer cleared the circuits in the universal joint between his head and
his starched collar, and continued, " . . . celebrity guest is going to
auction off his collection of Hasari action figures. Our Leader has one for
every yahren they were occupied by us, including the rebel Ovion with the
detachable mandibles and jointed limbs."

***

"Shup up, Skipper!" Yuuma shouted and backed ups deshevelled hair with the fingers
of one hand, stepping over Zara's snoring form to stand staring into the
camera that Zeke still trained on the insurgent.

"You! Hold that microphone steady," a shaky hand lifted the microphone to
Yuuma's lips, "Friends, Colonials, prison escapees, lend me your ears!"

"Eeew!" Apollo cried, "Why would you want them to do that?"

***

"C.O.R.A. ," Starbuck asked carefully as the viper sped from the launch
tube and into space, "if the laser cannons are installed in the facilities,
then how the frak do I fire them. Please don't answer if this is going to
gross me out."

There was no answer as Starbuck's viper lifted itself to a vertically erect
position relative to the plane on which all of the other vipers were
flying. Starbuck heard the sound of the turboflush initiating and realized
that a volley of laser bursts were being fired from the underside of his
viper.

"C.O.R.A.," Starbuck continued speaking in an eerily quiet voice . . .

======================================================
Part 76
"As a duly elected member of the Council," Sire Domra spoke shrilly as he
rushed up the steps to the command platform and shook his finger in Adama's
still ashen face, "I must insist . . . "


======================================================
Part 77
"As Commander, *I* must insist that you be careful how loudly you speak
right now," Adama warned queasily, daring to interrupt. "I think... I may
throw up on the deck. That could be cathartic, but you wouldn't appreciate
it, not standing there."

=====================================================
Part 78
Lucifer cleared the circuits in the universal joint between his head and
his starched collar, and continued, " . . . celebrity guest is going to
auction off his collection of Hasari action figures. Our Leader has one for
every yahren they were occupied by us, including the rebel Ovion with the
detachable mandibles and jointed limbs."

***

"Shup up, Skipper!" Yuuma shouted and backed up=====================================
Part 76
"As a duly elected member of the Council," Sire Domra spoke shrilly as he
rushed up the steps to the command platform and shook his finger in Adama's
still ashen face, "I must insist . . . "


======================================================
Part 77
"As Commander, *I* must insist that you be careful how loudly you speak
right now," Adama warned queasily, daring to interrupt. "I think... I may
throw up on the deck. That could be cathartic, but you wouldn't appreciate
it, not standing there."

=====================================================
Part 78
Lucifer cleared the circuits in the universal joint between his head and
his starched collar, and continued, " . . . celebrity guest is going to
auction off his collection of Hasari action figures. Our Leader has one for
every yahren they were occupied by us, including the rebel Ovion with the
detachable mandibles and jointed limbs."

***

"Shup up, Skipper!" Yuuma shouted and backed up=====================================
Part 76
"As a duly elected member of the Council," Sire Domra spoke shrilly as he
rushed up the steps to the command platform and shook his finger in Adama's
still ashen face, "I must insist . . . "


======================================================
Part 77
"As Commander, *I* must insist that you be careful how loudly you speak
right now," Adama warned queasily, daring to interrupt. "I think... I may
throw up on the deck. That could be cathartic, but you wouldn't appreciate
it, not standing there."

=====================================================
Part 78
Lucifer cleared the circuits in the universal joint between his head and
his starched collar, and continued, " . . . celebrity guest is going to
auction off his collection of Hasari action figures. Our Leader has one for
every yahren they were occupied by us, including the rebel Ovion with the
detachable mandibles and jointed limbs."

***

"Shup up, Skipper!" Yuuma shouted and backed upegin," Starbuck held up a hand, "may I be excused. . . I need
to . . . uh, you know. . ."

"Is it Starbuckin'?" Adultress drawled. "I've been waited centars for this."

"Starbuck, honey," Cora purred, "could you explain why I feel so. . . so. . . "

=====================================================
Part 96
Suddenly an intense light filled the room, accompanied by blaring trumpets,
and a cloud of dust. Coughing filled the air, and as the trumpets and light
faded, they all beheld a wizened, very very dead-looking man, dressed in
gold and jewels, and trailing rotted, dangling bandages.

"Me, can't you all keep it down?" he asked, coughing, and expelling more
dust as he did so. "You make enough noise to wake the dead, for Me's sake."

"Who in Hadeeth Hole are you?" asked Sire Uri, accidently spilling his grog
down one floozy's cleavage. "Are you one of my campaign con..uh,
con...uh...money people?"

"No, you bald oaf! I am
RamesesMontuher-KhopeshefUserMa'atRasetepenRaSobekhotep sa Enkhef, tripping over Zara.

***

Starbuck maneuvered his control stick to hide the underside of his viper
from the other warriors, cleared his throat and continued speaking,
"C.O.R.A. . . . "

***

"What's that viper doing?", Omega stared at the display on his console in
disbelief, as he handed the Commander a bucket.

=====================================================
Part 79
"Not now," said Baltar, his head beginning to clear as a plan of action
that would satisfy Adar, the Council and the Cylons, came to him, only the
Lords of Kobol knew How, in the form of a script written in crayon on a
stone tablet, "there's something I was trying to remember."

"EEEEK!" screamed Tinia, "It's a time loop!"

Abruptly, eerily and distantly familiar music started and the
Council-members all crowded onto the command platform, forming a dance line
and wailing in various Colonial dialects, some truly bad:

Let's do the Time Loop again!
It's just a jump to the left
And then a step to the right
With y, tripping over Zara.

***

Starbuck maneuvered his control stick to hide the underside of his viper
from the other warriors, cleared his throat and continued speaking,
"C.O.R.A. . . . "

***

"What's that viper doing?", Omega stared at the display on his console in
disbelief, as he handed the Commander a bucket.

=====================================================
Part 79
"Not now," said Baltar, his head beginning to clear as a plan of action
that would satisfy Adar, the Council and the Cylons, came to him, only the
Lords of Kobol knew How, in the form of a script written in crayon on a
stone tablet, "there's something I was trying to remember."

"EEEEK!" screamed Tinia, "It's a time loop!"

Abruptly, eerily and distantly familiar music started and the
Council-members all crowded onto the command platform, forming a dance line
and wailing in various Colonial dialects, some truly bad:

Let's do the Time Loop again!
It's just a jump to the left
And then a step to the right
With y=====================================
Part 76
"As a duly elected member of the Council," Sire Domra spoke shrilly as he
rushed up the steps to the command platform and shook his finger in Adama's
still ashen face, "I must insist . . . "


======================================================
Part 77
"As Commander, *I* must insist that you be careful how loudly you speak
right now," Adama warned queasily, daring to interrupt. "I think... I may
throw up on the deck. That could be cathartic, but you wouldn't appreciate
it, not standing there."

=====================================================
Part 78
Lucifer cleared the circuits in the universal joint between his head and
his starched collar, and continued, " . . . celebrity guest is going to
auction off his collection of Hasari action figures. Our Leader has one for
every yahren they were occupied by us, including the rebel Ovion with the
detachable mandibles and jointed limbs."

***

"Shup up, Skipper!" Yuuma shouted and backed up, tripping over Zara.

***

Starbuck maneuvered his control stick to hide the underside of his viper
from the other warriors, cleared his throat and continued speaking,
"C.O.R.A. . . . "

***

"What's that viper doing?", Omega stared at the display on his console in
disbelief, as he handed the Commander a bucket.

=====================================================
Part 79
"Not now," said Baltar, his head beginning to clear as a plan of action
that would satisfy Adar, the Council and the Cylons, came to him, only the
Lords of Kobol knew How, in the form of a script written in crayon on a
stone tablet, "there's something I was trying to remember."

"EEEEK!" screamed Tinia, "It's a time loop!"

Abruptly, eerily and distantly familiar music started and the
Council-members all crowded onto the command platform, forming a dance line
and wailing in various Colonial dialects, some truly bad:

Let's do the Time Loop again!
It's just a jump to the left
And then a step to the right
With y, tripping over Zara.

***

Starbuck maneuvered his control stick to hide the underside of his viper
from the other warriors, cleared his throat and continued speaking,
"C.O.R.A. . . . "

***

"What's that viper doing?", Omega stared at the display on his console in
disbelief, as he handed the Commander a bucket.

=====================================================
Part 79
"Not now," said Baltar, his head beginning to clear as a plan of action
that would satisfy Adar, the Council and the Cylons, came to him, only the
Lords of Kobol knew How, in the form of a script written in crayon on a
stone tablet, "there's something I was trying to remember."

"EEEEK!" screamed Tinia, "It's a time loop!"

Abruptly, eerily and distantly familiar music started and the
Council-members all crowded onto the command platform, forming a dance line
and wailing in various Colonial dialects, some truly bad:

Let's do the Time Loop again!
It's just a jump to the left
And then a step to the right
With y, tripping over Zara.

***

Starbuck maneuvered his control stick to hide the underside of his viper
from the other warriors, cleared his throat and continued speaking,
"C.O.R.A. . . . "

***

"What's that viper doing?", Omega stared at the display on his console in
disbelief, as he handed the Commander a bucket.

=====================================================
Part 79
"Not now," said Baltar, his head beginning to clear as a plan of action
that would satisfy Adar, the Council and the Cylons, came to him, only the
Lords of Kobol knew How, in the form of a script written in crayon on a
stone tablet, "there's something I was trying to remember."

"EEEEK!" screamed Tinia, "It's a time loop!"

Abruptly, eerily and distantly familiar music started and the
Council-members all crowded onto the command platform, forming a dance line
and wailing in various Colonial dialects, some truly bad:

Let's do the Time Loop again!
It's just a jump to the left
And then a step to the right
With yenkhons
IV, the Tenth Lord of Kobol."

"I thought there were only Nine Lords," said Boxey. "I had a lousy press
agent, kid. Mong happens. Now, will you all SHUT UP???????? How in Hades
Hole is a dead Lord supposed to sleep, huh???"

Just then, flatulating very loudly, Siress Belloby lifted her tankard, and
said the the newcomer...

=====================================================
Part 97
"RamesesMontuher-KhopeshefUserMa'atRasetepenRaSobekhotep as Enkhefenkhons
IV?" Belloby downed the rest of the ale in her tankard and looked the
newcomer up and down, "You look familiar. Didn't we go to zen desert
painting classes together three yahrens ago during the twice yahrenly music
festival on Zargon Two?"

***

"Starbuck", Cora scooped the Pyramid cards from the table and began to
shuffle them with the ease of a professional dealer, "You go on to the
little pilots' room and make yourself pretty. I feel a sudden realization
setting in that I am an exceptional Pyramid player," turning to Lucifour hands on your hips
You bring your knees in tight
But it's the pelvic thrust that
really drives you insane,
Let's do the Time Loop again!

=====================================================
Part 80
Shimmering light abounded, encompassing the universe in a smattering of
energy that converged on the magnificent Ship of Lights. Lightness, hope,
benevolence, virtue, the Beings basked in the brilliance of goodness,
keeping their constant vigil over those that obviously beared watching.

"Johannes, there's this little group of Humans on a runaway moon that seem
to get in whole lot less trouble and their leader doesn't need to be signed
up to Ethyholics Anonymous."

The disembodied voice came from nowhere, yet everywhere as the Celestial
Choir harmonized somewhere beyond Hope, and just a little bit to the left
of Faith. Johannes--who was also known as John-- sighed, and somewhere a
shooting star flew across the galaxy. "It must be Iblis' influence. I know
these people. While primitive and our hands on your hips
You bring your knees in tight
But it's the pelvic thrust that
really drives you insane,
Let's do the Time Loop again!

=====================================================
Part 80
Shimmering light abounded, encompassing the universe in a smattering of
energy that converged on the magnificent Ship of Lights. Lightness, hope,
benevolence, virtue, the Beings basked in the brilliance of goodness,
keeping their constant vigil over those that obviously beared watching.

"Johannes, there's this little group of Humans on a runaway moon that seem
to get in whole lot less trouble and their leader doesn't need to be signed
up to Ethyholics Anonymous."

The disembodied voice came from nowhere, yet everywhere as the Celestial
Choir harmonized somewhere beyond Hope, and just a little bit to the left
of Faith. Johannes--who was also known as John-- sighed, and somewhere a
shooting star flew across the galaxy. "It must be Iblis' influence. I know
these people. While primitive and , tripping over Zara.

***

Starbuck maneuvered his control stick to hide the underside of his viper
from the other warriors, cleared his throat and continued speaking,
"C.O.R.A. . . . "

***

"What's that viper doing?", Omega stared at the display on his console in
disbelief, as he handed the Commander a bucket.

=====================================================
Part 79
"Not now," said Baltar, his head beginning to clear as a plan of action
that would satisfy Adar, the Council and the Cylons, came to him, only the
Lords of Kobol knew How, in the form of a script written in crayon on a
stone tablet, "there's something I was trying to remember."

"EEEEK!" screamed Tinia, "It's a time loop!"

Abruptly, eerily and distantly familiar music started and the
Council-members all crowded onto the command platform, forming a dance line
and wailing in various Colonial dialects, some truly bad:

Let's do the Time Loop again!
It's just a jump to the left
And then a step to the right
With your hands on your hips
You bring your knees in tight
But it's the pelvic thrust that
really drives you insane,
Let's do the Time Loop again!

=====================================================
Part 80
Shimmering light abounded, encompassing the universe in a smattering of
energy that converged on the magnificent Ship of Lights. Lightness, hope,
benevolence, virtue, the Beings basked in the brilliance of goodness,
keeping their constant vigil over those that obviously beared watching.

"Johannes, there's this little group of Humans on a runaway moon that seem
to get in whole lot less trouble and their leader doesn't need to be signed
up to Ethyholics Anonymous."

The disembodied voice came from nowhere, yet everywhere as the Celestial
Choir harmonized somewhere beyond Hope, and just a little bit to the left
of Faith. Johannes--who was also known as John-- sighed, and somewhere a
shooting star flew across the galaxy. "It must be Iblis' influence. I know
these people. While primitive and our hands on your hips
You bring your knees in tight
But it's the pelvic thrust that
really drives you insane,
Let's do the Time Loop again!

=====================================================
Part 80
Shimmering light abounded, encompassing the universe in a smattering of
energy that converged on the magnificent Ship of Lights. Lightness, hope,
benevolence, virtue, the Beings basked in the brilliance of goodness,
keeping their constant vigil over those that obviously beared watching.

"Johannes, there's this little group of Humans on a runaway moon that seem
to get in whole lot less trouble and their leader doesn't need to be signed
up to Ethyholics Anonymous."

The disembodied voice came from nowhere, yet everywhere as the Celestial
Choir harmonized somewhere beyond Hope, and just a little bit to the left
of Faith. Johannes--who was also known as John-- sighed, and somewhere a
shooting star flew across the galaxy. "It must be Iblis' influence. I know
these people. While primitive and our hands on your hips
You bring your knees in tight
But it's the pelvic thrust that
really drives you insane,
Let's do the Time Loop again!

=====================================================
Part 80
Shimmering light abounded, encompassing the universe in a smattering of
energy that converged on the magnificent Ship of Lights. Lightness, hope,
benevolence, virtue, the Beings basked in the brilliance of goodness,
keeping their constant vigil over those that obviously beared watching.

"Johannes, there's this little group of Humans on a runaway moon that seem
to get in whole lot less trouble and their leader doesn't need to be signed
up to Ethyholics Anonymous."

The disembodied voice came from nowhere, yet everywhere as the Celestial
Choir harmonized somewhere beyond Hope, and just a little bit to the left
of Faith. Johannes--who was also known as John-- sighed, and somewhere a
shooting star flew across the galaxy. "It must be Iblis' influence. I know
these people. While primitive and er she
smiled and batted her amethyst eyes, "would you like to make a side bet
tall, shiny and handsome?"

***

"John," Apollo tapped the man in white on the shoulder, "my sister is
making out at the bar with Baltar and a bowl of hot fudge. Can't you zap
him with a superior light ray or something?"

"Don't be ridiculous," John smiled happily and clapped the Captain on the
back, "I was sent here in the first place to get those two crazy kids
together. Isn't love grand?"

Apollo, a horrified look on his face, slid into Baltar's vacated seat
beside Lucifer and absently picked up the cards that Cora dealt him.

Whistling nonchalantly, Yuuma slipped into Starbuck's empty chair beside
Adama and picked up Starbuck's cards.

"Enough dilly-dallying!" Cyrius cried, "Let's get this game started,"
turning to John he said, with a mechanical hum, "Please return us to our
original colours. All this brilliant white is blinding my sensors. That is
an unfair advantage for Adama's team," the Cylon turned a bit dense, they are essentially good."

"We will continue to watch, and if it is as you say, we may need to visit
them once again."

"Well, that's more than I expected, but less than I desired." John replied.

"Desire is the root of all evil."

"Is it?" He replied, looking down upon the ragtag Fleet once again. "I
thought it was hot fudge sauce. My mistake."

=====================================================
Part 81
"Never mind the Ships of Light", Baltar cried, "I've had a wonderfully
brilliant idea," he struggled out of the Time Loop Conga Line, "Why is the
Council of the Twelve dancing on the command platform?"

At that moment the command platform collapsed and Adama dropped his bucket.

***

"Help me up, Adulteress!", Yuuma wailed plaintively as Zara rolled over and
tripped Zeke, breaking the camera and unconsciously ending her chance for a
Pulitzon Prize.

***

Dad! Dad! The aliens from the Ships of Lights fixed Muffy!

=================================================a bit dense, they are essentially good."

"We will continue to watch, and if it is as you say, we may need to visit
them once again."

"Well, that's more than I expected, but less than I desired." John replied.

"Desire is the root of all evil."

"Is it?" He replied, looking down upon the ragtag Fleet once again. "I
thought it was hot fudge sauce. My mistake."

=====================================================
Part 81
"Never mind the Ships of Light", Baltar cried, "I've had a wonderfully
brilliant idea," he struggled out of the Time Loop Conga Line, "Why is the
Council of the Twelve dancing on the command platform?"

At that moment the command platform collapsed and Adama dropped his bucket.

***

"Help me up, Adulteress!", Yuuma wailed plaintively as Zara rolled over and
tripped Zeke, breaking the camera and unconsciously ending her chance for a
Pulitzon Prize.

***

Dad! Dad! The aliens from the Ships of Lights fixed Muffy!

=================================================our hands on your hips
You bring your knees in tight
But it's the pelvic thrust that
really drives you insane,
Let's do the Time Loop again!

=====================================================
Part 80
Shimmering light abounded, encompassing the universe in a smattering of
energy that converged on the magnificent Ship of Lights. Lightness, hope,
benevolence, virtue, the Beings basked in the brilliance of goodness,
keeping their constant vigil over those that obviously beared watching.

"Johannes, there's this little group of Humans on a runaway moon that seem
to get in whole lot less trouble and their leader doesn't need to be signed
up to Ethyholics Anonymous."

The disembodied voice came from nowhere, yet everywhere as the Celestial
Choir harmonized somewhere beyond Hope, and just a little bit to the left
of Faith. Johannes--who was also known as John-- sighed, and somewhere a
shooting star flew across the galaxy. "It must be Iblis' influence. I know
these people. While primitive and a bit dense, they are essentially good."

"We will continue to watch, and if it is as you say, we may need to visit
them once again."

"Well, that's more than I expected, but less than I desired." John replied.

"Desire is the root of all evil."

"Is it?" He replied, looking down upon the ragtag Fleet once again. "I
thought it was hot fudge sauce. My mistake."

=====================================================
Part 81
"Never mind the Ships of Light", Baltar cried, "I've had a wonderfully
brilliant idea," he struggled out of the Time Loop Conga Line, "Why is the
Council of the Twelve dancing on the command platform?"

At that moment the command platform collapsed and Adama dropped his bucket.

***

"Help me up, Adulteress!", Yuuma wailed plaintively as Zara rolled over and
tripped Zeke, breaking the camera and unconsciously ending her chance for a
Pulitzon Prize.

***

Dad! Dad! The aliens from the Ships of Lights fixed Muffy!

=================================================a bit dense, they are essentially good."

"We will continue to watch, and if it is as you say, we may need to visit
them once again."

"Well, that's more than I expected, but less than I desired." John replied.

"Desire is the root of all evil."

"Is it?" He replied, looking down upon the ragtag Fleet once again. "I
thought it was hot fudge sauce. My mistake."

=====================================================
Part 81
"Never mind the Ships of Light", Baltar cried, "I've had a wonderfully
brilliant idea," he struggled out of the Time Loop Conga Line, "Why is the
Council of the Twelve dancing on the command platform?"

At that moment the command platform collapsed and Adama dropped his bucket.

***

"Help me up, Adulteress!", Yuuma wailed plaintively as Zara rolled over and
tripped Zeke, breaking the camera and unconsciously ending her chance for a
Pulitzon Prize.

***

Dad! Dad! The aliens from the Ships of Lights fixed Muffy!

=================================================a bit dense, they are essentially good."

"We will continue to watch, and if it is as you say, we may need to visit
them once again."

"Well, that's more than I expected, but less than I desired." John replied.

"Desire is the root of all evil."

"Is it?" He replied, looking down upon the ragtag Fleet once again. "I
thought it was hot fudge sauce. My mistake."

=====================================================
Part 81
"Never mind the Ships of Light", Baltar cried, "I've had a wonderfully
brilliant idea," he struggled out of the Time Loop Conga Line, "Why is the
Council of the Twelve dancing on the command platform?"

At that moment the command platform collapsed and Adama dropped his bucket.

***

"Help me up, Adulteress!", Yuuma wailed plaintively as Zara rolled over and
tripped Zeke, breaking the camera and unconsciously ending her chance for a
Pulitzon Prize.

***

Dad! Dad! The aliens from the Ships of Lights fixed Muffy!

=================================================to Colonel Tigh,
"And put down that laser pistol! When will you accept that I will always be
better than you? You have neve defeated me, Tigh, and you never will. If
you want to try again, then shoot me after the game, if you dare."

"You can bet on it," Tigh snarled, elegantly sliding the pistol into his
belt and sitting down at the bar beside Baltar and Athena, shooting a look
of disgust at the two of them as they licked chocolate fudge off of the
ends of each others' fingers.


=====================================================
Part 98
      "That is so unhygienic," Tigh said, revulsion in his voice. 

       "So is sex but that never stopped anyone from having babies," Athena said to the Colonel, smiling and looking over her shoulder. Baltar choked and the daub of warm fudge sauce on Athena's finger that he was about to savour ended up on his chin.  "Oh, look at what I've done," she said.  "Let me take care of that." 

       A delirious shiver ran through Baltar as Athena leaned over ====
Part 82
Athena, never thoroughly explaining her abrupt escape from Yuuma and the
insurgents and her subsequent appearance in her father's quarters to anyone
except for Colonel Tigh (she was always his favourite), dug frantically
throught the rubble, rescuing her Father, his bucket, Baltar, Omega and the
Council, fixed a broken finger nail with a portable laser buffer and pulled
a deck of Sharpee marked Pyramid cards from the bosom of her dress.

"Are the 'Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death' rules still in play?"

***

"Please put the nose down, C.O.R.A.! You're embarrassing me in front of the
guys, and I'm pretty sure that Cylon raider just waggled at me. Can I smoke
when the safety harness light is on?"

=====================================================
Part 83
"Commander!" Tigh interrupted.

"What is it, Tigh?" Baltar called out.

"I think he means me." Adama pointed out, raising his head from his bucket.

"Oh, sorry.  Didn't mean to step on any toes." Baltar replied, w====
Part 82
Athena, never thoroughly explaining her abrupt escape from Yuuma and the
insurgents and her subsequent appearance in her father's quarters to anyone
except for Colonel Tigh (she was always his favourite), dug frantically
throught the rubble, rescuing her Father, his bucket, Baltar, Omega and the
Council, fixed a broken finger nail with a portable laser buffer and pulled
a deck of Sharpee marked Pyramid cards from the bosom of her dress.

"Are the 'Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death' rules still in play?"

***

"Please put the nose down, C.O.R.A.! You're embarrassing me in front of the
guys, and I'm pretty sure that Cylon raider just waggled at me. Can I smoke
when the safety harness light is on?"

=====================================================
Part 83
"Commander!" Tigh interrupted.

"What is it, Tigh?" Baltar called out.

"I think he means me." Adama pointed out, raising his head from his bucket.

"Oh, sorry.  Didn't mean to step on any toes." Baltar replied, wa bit dense, they are essentially good."

"We will continue to watch, and if it is as you say, we may need to visit
them once again."

"Well, that's more than I expected, but less than I desired." John replied.

"Desire is the root of all evil."

"Is it?" He replied, looking down upon the ragtag Fleet once again. "I
thought it was hot fudge sauce. My mistake."

=====================================================
Part 81
"Never mind the Ships of Light", Baltar cried, "I've had a wonderfully
brilliant idea," he struggled out of the Time Loop Conga Line, "Why is the
Council of the Twelve dancing on the command platform?"

At that moment the command platform collapsed and Adama dropped his bucket.

***

"Help me up, Adulteress!", Yuuma wailed plaintively as Zara rolled over and
tripped Zeke, breaking the camera and unconsciously ending her chance for a
Pulitzon Prize.

***

Dad! Dad! The aliens from the Ships of Lights fixed Muffy!

=====================================================
Part 82
Athena, never thoroughly explaining her abrupt escape from Yuuma and the
insurgents and her subsequent appearance in her father's quarters to anyone
except for Colonel Tigh (she was always his favourite), dug frantically
throught the rubble, rescuing her Father, his bucket, Baltar, Omega and the
Council, fixed a broken finger nail with a portable laser buffer and pulled
a deck of Sharpee marked Pyramid cards from the bosom of her dress.

"Are the 'Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death' rules still in play?"

***

"Please put the nose down, C.O.R.A.! You're embarrassing me in front of the
guys, and I'm pretty sure that Cylon raider just waggled at me. Can I smoke
when the safety harness light is on?"

=====================================================
Part 83
"Commander!" Tigh interrupted.

"What is it, Tigh?" Baltar called out.

"I think he means me." Adama pointed out, raising his head from his bucket.

"Oh, sorry.  Didn't mean to step on any toes." Baltar replied, w====
Part 82
Athena, never thoroughly explaining her abrupt escape from Yuuma and the
insurgents and her subsequent appearance in her father's quarters to anyone
except for Colonel Tigh (she was always his favourite), dug frantically
throught the rubble, rescuing her Father, his bucket, Baltar, Omega and the
Council, fixed a broken finger nail with a portable laser buffer and pulled
a deck of Sharpee marked Pyramid cards from the bosom of her dress.

"Are the 'Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death' rules still in play?"

***

"Please put the nose down, C.O.R.A.! You're embarrassing me in front of the
guys, and I'm pretty sure that Cylon raider just waggled at me. Can I smoke
when the safety harness light is on?"

=====================================================
Part 83
"Commander!" Tigh interrupted.

"What is it, Tigh?" Baltar called out.

"I think he means me." Adama pointed out, raising his head from his bucket.

"Oh, sorry.  Didn't mean to step on any toes." Baltar replied, w====
Part 82
Athena, never thoroughly explaining her abrupt escape from Yuuma and the
insurgents and her subsequent appearance in her father's quarters to anyone
except for Colonel Tigh (she was always his favourite), dug frantically
throught the rubble, rescuing her Father, his bucket, Baltar, Omega and the
Council, fixed a broken finger nail with a portable laser buffer and pulled
a deck of Sharpee marked Pyramid cards from the bosom of her dress.

"Are the 'Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death' rules still in play?"

***

"Please put the nose down, C.O.R.A.! You're embarrassing me in front of the
guys, and I'm pretty sure that Cylon raider just waggled at me. Can I smoke
when the safety harness light is on?"

=====================================================
Part 83
"Commander!" Tigh interrupted.

"What is it, Tigh?" Baltar called out.

"I think he means me." Adama pointed out, raising his head from his bucket.

"Oh, sorry.  Didn't mean to step on any toes." Baltar replied, wand removed the fudge sauce from his chin with her tongue. 

       "Thank you, Lords," Baltar breathed as Athena continued. 

       "You're welcome," John and Rameses-etc. chorused.  They looked at each other. 

       "I know why I'm here," John said, "but why are you here?" 

       "I was invoked by 'Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death' rules."  The Tenth Lord of Kobol shrugged.  "And now I must oversee the game." 



       *** 



       "Why are you here?" Adama turned to Yuuma.  "Has the Council given you my job?"  Adama gave a quick glare to the Council. 

       "Perhaps we acted too hastily," Sire Domra murmured. 

       "No, I . . . I . . . was trying to make amends.  I - we - just wanted an answer."  He glanced at Shaula and the rest of the insurgents packed into the Officers' Club with the Council, the refugees from Proteus, Siress Belloby, Freeman, Boxey and Muffit, the Tenth Lord of Kobol, John, and various other onlookers.  "We didn't want you fired.  You are a fine liping the
sweat from his brow.

"Really?" Adama drawled. "What exactly did you mean to do when you invited
the Cylons to an Armistice that they had no intention of honouring?"

"I . . . I can't remember. It was Adar's idea. Well, it had nothing to do
with toes anyhow. That much I do remember . . ." he recalled, through the
fogging, pounding organism he called his brain . . .

"Commander?"

"Yes, Tigh?" They said together. Baltar grinned at Adama.

"Somehow Recon Viper One has ended up being launched."

"Recon Viper One? You mean the Test Viper with the new weapons system?"

"Yes, Sir. The Whirly." Tigh replied with a wince.

Adama groaned. "It hasn't been tested yet. What if it backfires, or even
worse still, gets plugged up? How in Hades hole . . .?"

"Starbuck took her, Sir." Omega piped up. "CORA seemed to malfunction. The
computer was supposed to prevent any premature ejection of the fighter
through the launch tube."

"Referred to in several circles as 'launching'." Adama replieiping the
sweat from his brow.

"Really?" Adama drawled. "What exactly did you mean to do when you invited
the Cylons to an Armistice that they had no intention of honouring?"

"I . . . I can't remember. It was Adar's idea. Well, it had nothing to do
with toes anyhow. That much I do remember . . ." he recalled, through the
fogging, pounding organism he called his brain . . .

"Commander?"

"Yes, Tigh?" They said together. Baltar grinned at Adama.

"Somehow Recon Viper One has ended up being launched."

"Recon Viper One? You mean the Test Viper with the new weapons system?"

"Yes, Sir. The Whirly." Tigh replied with a wince.

Adama groaned. "It hasn't been tested yet. What if it backfires, or even
worse still, gets plugged up? How in Hades hole . . .?"

"Starbuck took her, Sir." Omega piped up. "CORA seemed to malfunction. The
computer was supposed to prevent any premature ejection of the fighter
through the launch tube."

"Referred to in several circles as 'launching'." Adama replie====
Part 82
Athena, never thoroughly explaining her abrupt escape from Yuuma and the
insurgents and her subsequent appearance in her father's quarters to anyone
except for Colonel Tigh (she was always his favourite), dug frantically
throught the rubble, rescuing her Father, his bucket, Baltar, Omega and the
Council, fixed a broken finger nail with a portable laser buffer and pulled
a deck of Sharpee marked Pyramid cards from the bosom of her dress.

"Are the 'Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death' rules still in play?"

***

"Please put the nose down, C.O.R.A.! You're embarrassing me in front of the
guys, and I'm pretty sure that Cylon raider just waggled at me. Can I smoke
when the safety harness light is on?"

=====================================================
Part 83
"Commander!" Tigh interrupted.

"What is it, Tigh?" Baltar called out.

"I think he means me." Adama pointed out, raising his head from his bucket.

"Oh, sorry.  Didn't mean to step on any toes." Baltar replied, wiping the
sweat from his brow.

"Really?" Adama drawled. "What exactly did you mean to do when you invited
the Cylons to an Armistice that they had no intention of honouring?"

"I . . . I can't remember. It was Adar's idea. Well, it had nothing to do
with toes anyhow. That much I do remember . . ." he recalled, through the
fogging, pounding organism he called his brain . . .

"Commander?"

"Yes, Tigh?" They said together. Baltar grinned at Adama.

"Somehow Recon Viper One has ended up being launched."

"Recon Viper One? You mean the Test Viper with the new weapons system?"

"Yes, Sir. The Whirly." Tigh replied with a wince.

Adama groaned. "It hasn't been tested yet. What if it backfires, or even
worse still, gets plugged up? How in Hades hole . . .?"

"Starbuck took her, Sir." Omega piped up. "CORA seemed to malfunction. The
computer was supposed to prevent any premature ejection of the fighter
through the launch tube."

"Referred to in several circles as 'launching'." Adama replieiping the
sweat from his brow.

"Really?" Adama drawled. "What exactly did you mean to do when you invited
the Cylons to an Armistice that they had no intention of honouring?"

"I . . . I can't remember. It was Adar's idea. Well, it had nothing to do
with toes anyhow. That much I do remember . . ." he recalled, through the
fogging, pounding organism he called his brain . . .

"Commander?"

"Yes, Tigh?" They said together. Baltar grinned at Adama.

"Somehow Recon Viper One has ended up being launched."

"Recon Viper One? You mean the Test Viper with the new weapons system?"

"Yes, Sir. The Whirly." Tigh replied with a wince.

Adama groaned. "It hasn't been tested yet. What if it backfires, or even
worse still, gets plugged up? How in Hades hole . . .?"

"Starbuck took her, Sir." Omega piped up. "CORA seemed to malfunction. The
computer was supposed to prevent any premature ejection of the fighter
through the launch tube."

"Referred to in several circles as 'launching'." Adama replieiping the
sweat from his brow.

"Really?" Adama drawled. "What exactly did you mean to do when you invited
the Cylons to an Armistice that they had no intention of honouring?"

"I . . . I can't remember. It was Adar's idea. Well, it had nothing to do
with toes anyhow. That much I do remember . . ." he recalled, through the
fogging, pounding organism he called his brain . . .

"Commander?"

"Yes, Tigh?" They said together. Baltar grinned at Adama.

"Somehow Recon Viper One has ended up being launched."

"Recon Viper One? You mean the Test Viper with the new weapons system?"

"Yes, Sir. The Whirly." Tigh replied with a wince.

Adama groaned. "It hasn't been tested yet. What if it backfires, or even
worse still, gets plugged up? How in Hades hole . . .?"

"Starbuck took her, Sir." Omega piped up. "CORA seemed to malfunction. The
computer was supposed to prevent any premature ejection of the fighter
through the launch tube."

"Referred to in several circles as 'launching'." Adama replieeader." 

       "It's a bit late now for that." Adama muttered, studying his cards.  "How can I even be sure you're on our side?" 

       "You're son is playing for the Cylons." 

       "What?!" Adama roared, looking up and across the table at Lucifer, Cyrius, and his own son.  "Apollo, have you defected?" 

       "No," Apollo said, "I mean, there /are/ days . . . " 

       "Like today?  Wait, where's Baltar?" Adama's eyes narrowed. Apollo gestured to the bar.  There was a tension-filled silence as Adama saw his daughter and Baltar serving each other fudge sauce. Adama slammed down his cards on the table, rose, and stalked across the room, the crowded parting like a legendary sea.  He seized two generous handfuls of the back of Baltar's tunic and dragged him from the barstool. 

       "Father!" Athena jumped up.  "You never let me have any fun!" 

       "Not with him you aren't," Adama snarled as he hauled Baltar across the room. 

       "No one is ever good enough for you."  Athena bud with another
groan. "Oh Lords, give me strength . . . and an antiemetic."
=====================================================
Part 84
Up in the Celestial Chamber, a signal came in on the Gamma Frequency, but
because no Galactican had ever subscribed to voice mail, no-one heard the
eerie voice that broke throught the static and said, . . .

=====================================================
Part 85
..."There are those who believe that life here began out there... far
across the universe..."

=====================================================
Part 86
"Yumma, are you alright?", Apollo cried as Adulteress goosed his bum.

"Stay back!" Yuuma stared stonily at the prone bodies of Zara and Zeke,
"Are you trying to wipe out all who oppose Adama, or are you just plain
clumsy?"

***

"Dad! Dad! Muffy's Glowing!"

***

"Adama, I have the solution!," Baltar crawled over the remains of the
command platform.

=====================================================
Part 87
"Baltar", Ld with another
groan. "Oh Lords, give me strength . . . and an antiemetic."
=====================================================
Part 84
Up in the Celestial Chamber, a signal came in on the Gamma Frequency, but
because no Galactican had ever subscribed to voice mail, no-one heard the
eerie voice that broke throught the static and said, . . .

=====================================================
Part 85
..."There are those who believe that life here began out there... far
across the universe..."

=====================================================
Part 86
"Yumma, are you alright?", Apollo cried as Adulteress goosed his bum.

"Stay back!" Yuuma stared stonily at the prone bodies of Zara and Zeke,
"Are you trying to wipe out all who oppose Adama, or are you just plain
clumsy?"

***

"Dad! Dad! Muffy's Glowing!"

***

"Adama, I have the solution!," Baltar crawled over the remains of the
command platform.

=====================================================
Part 87
"Baltar", Liping the
sweat from his brow.

"Really?" Adama drawled. "What exactly did you mean to do when you invited
the Cylons to an Armistice that they had no intention of honouring?"

"I . . . I can't remember. It was Adar's idea. Well, it had nothing to do
with toes anyhow. That much I do remember . . ." he recalled, through the
fogging, pounding organism he called his brain . . .

"Commander?"

"Yes, Tigh?" They said together. Baltar grinned at Adama.

"Somehow Recon Viper One has ended up being launched."

"Recon Viper One? You mean the Test Viper with the new weapons system?"

"Yes, Sir. The Whirly." Tigh replied with a wince.

Adama groaned. "It hasn't been tested yet. What if it backfires, or even
worse still, gets plugged up? How in Hades hole . . .?"

"Starbuck took her, Sir." Omega piped up. "CORA seemed to malfunction. The
computer was supposed to prevent any premature ejection of the fighter
through the launch tube."

"Referred to in several circles as 'launching'." Adama replied with another
groan. "Oh Lords, give me strength . . . and an antiemetic."
=====================================================
Part 84
Up in the Celestial Chamber, a signal came in on the Gamma Frequency, but
because no Galactican had ever subscribed to voice mail, no-one heard the
eerie voice that broke throught the static and said, . . .

=====================================================
Part 85
..."There are those who believe that life here began out there... far
across the universe..."

=====================================================
Part 86
"Yumma, are you alright?", Apollo cried as Adulteress goosed his bum.

"Stay back!" Yuuma stared stonily at the prone bodies of Zara and Zeke,
"Are you trying to wipe out all who oppose Adama, or are you just plain
clumsy?"

***

"Dad! Dad! Muffy's Glowing!"

***

"Adama, I have the solution!," Baltar crawled over the remains of the
command platform.

=====================================================
Part 87
"Baltar", Ld with another
groan. "Oh Lords, give me strength . . . and an antiemetic."
=====================================================
Part 84
Up in the Celestial Chamber, a signal came in on the Gamma Frequency, but
because no Galactican had ever subscribed to voice mail, no-one heard the
eerie voice that broke throught the static and said, . . .

=====================================================
Part 85
..."There are those who believe that life here began out there... far
across the universe..."

=====================================================
Part 86
"Yumma, are you alright?", Apollo cried as Adulteress goosed his bum.

"Stay back!" Yuuma stared stonily at the prone bodies of Zara and Zeke,
"Are you trying to wipe out all who oppose Adama, or are you just plain
clumsy?"

***

"Dad! Dad! Muffy's Glowing!"

***

"Adama, I have the solution!," Baltar crawled over the remains of the
command platform.

=====================================================
Part 87
"Baltar", Ld with another
groan. "Oh Lords, give me strength . . . and an antiemetic."
=====================================================
Part 84
Up in the Celestial Chamber, a signal came in on the Gamma Frequency, but
because no Galactican had ever subscribed to voice mail, no-one heard the
eerie voice that broke throught the static and said, . . .

=====================================================
Part 85
..."There are those who believe that life here began out there... far
across the universe..."

=====================================================
Part 86
"Yumma, are you alright?", Apollo cried as Adulteress goosed his bum.

"Stay back!" Yuuma stared stonily at the prone bodies of Zara and Zeke,
"Are you trying to wipe out all who oppose Adama, or are you just plain
clumsy?"

***

"Dad! Dad! Muffy's Glowing!"

***

"Adama, I have the solution!," Baltar crawled over the remains of the
command platform.

=====================================================
Part 87
"Baltar", Lrst into tears. 

       "Alas, love's path never runs smooth.  Take heart, my dear." John reassured her. 

       "Aaaarrrcckkk."  Baltar struggled to breathe since Adama's action had cause the front collar of his tunic to press against his windpipe.  The brilliant idea he had kept trying to tell everyone slipped from his mind, as the lack of air affected him.  What was it with Adama and strangling? 

       "You'll thank me later," Adama told Athena.  "Apollo, get out of that chair and look after your sister." 

       "Father, she's old enough - all right," Apollo folded under Adama's icy glare.  He slunk from the chair and over to Athena.  "It wouldn't have worked out anyway." 

       "I didn't want him as an uncle," Boxey said, smiling and petting Muffy. 

       "You're no help.  None of you."  Athena wiped her eyes. 

       Adama shoved Baltar into the vacated chair at the card table. 

       "I see you've returned," Lucifer said. 

       "Not of my choosing," Baltar gasped. 

 ucifer swept gracefully into the command centre, shoving Domra
into a bulkhead and stooping to flash down at Baltar, "We've decided,
because of the /other/ raider pilots, to settle this dispute with a game of
Pyramid. Are the 'Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death' rules still in
play?"

=====================================================
Part 88
"Who hotwired C.O.R.A?" Giles asked, as he watched the maneuvers of Recon
Viper One. He could barely suppress his laughter despite the ranks of Cylon
Raiders before him. C.O.R.A. could just fly /over/ the raiders and. .
.well. . .take a dump.

"I didn't hotwire anything!" Giles heard Starbuck's voice over the com-line.

"You know I would do anything for you, Starbuck," C.O.R.A. purred.

"Hey, guys, Starbuck's got C.O.R.A!"

"Sounds like /she's/ got him," Jolly snickered.

"You overrode your programming for me?" Starbuck asked C.O.R.A.

"Of course, darling."

***

"Muffy's not glowing," Apollo said, reassuring Boxey. The Daggit's fur was
ucifer swept gracefully into the command centre, shoving Domra
into a bulkhead and stooping to flash down at Baltar, "We've decided,
because of the /other/ raider pilots, to settle this dispute with a game of
Pyramid. Are the 'Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death' rules still in
play?"

=====================================================
Part 88
"Who hotwired C.O.R.A?" Giles asked, as he watched the maneuvers of Recon
Viper One. He could barely suppress his laughter despite the ranks of Cylon
Raiders before him. C.O.R.A. could just fly /over/ the raiders and. .
.well. . .take a dump.

"I didn't hotwire anything!" Giles heard Starbuck's voice over the com-line.

"You know I would do anything for you, Starbuck," C.O.R.A. purred.

"Hey, guys, Starbuck's got C.O.R.A!"

"Sounds like /she's/ got him," Jolly snickered.

"You overrode your programming for me?" Starbuck asked C.O.R.A.

"Of course, darling."

***

"Muffy's not glowing," Apollo said, reassuring Boxey. The Daggit's fur was
ucifer swept gracefully into the command centre, shoving Domra
into a bulkhead and stooping to flash down at Baltar, "We've decided,
because of the /other/ raider pilots, to settle this dispute with a game of
Pyramid. Are the 'Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death' rules still in
play?"

=====================================================
Part 88
"Who hotwired C.O.R.A?" Giles asked, as he watched the maneuvers of Recon
Viper One. He could barely suppress his laughter despite the ranks of Cylon
Raiders before him. C.O.R.A. could just fly /over/ the raiders and. .
.well. . .take a dump.

"I didn't hotwire anything!" Giles heard Starbuck's voice over the com-line.

"You know I would do anything for you, Starbuck," C.O.R.A. purred.

"Hey, guys, Starbuck's got C.O.R.A!"

"Sounds like /she's/ got him," Jolly snickered.

"You overrode your programming for me?" Starbuck asked C.O.R.A.

"Of course, darling."

***

"Muffy's not glowing," Apollo said, reassuring Boxey. The Daggit's fur was
d with another
groan. "Oh Lords, give me strength . . . and an antiemetic."
=====================================================
Part 84
Up in the Celestial Chamber, a signal came in on the Gamma Frequency, but
because no Galactican had ever subscribed to voice mail, no-one heard the
eerie voice that broke throught the static and said, . . .

=====================================================
Part 85
..."There are those who believe that life here began out there... far
across the universe..."

=====================================================
Part 86
"Yumma, are you alright?", Apollo cried as Adulteress goosed his bum.

"Stay back!" Yuuma stared stonily at the prone bodies of Zara and Zeke,
"Are you trying to wipe out all who oppose Adama, or are you just plain
clumsy?"

***

"Dad! Dad! Muffy's Glowing!"

***

"Adama, I have the solution!," Baltar crawled over the remains of the
command platform.

=====================================================
Part 87
"Baltar", Lucifer swept gracefully into the command centre, shoving Domra
into a bulkhead and stooping to flash down at Baltar, "We've decided,
because of the /other/ raider pilots, to settle this dispute with a game of
Pyramid. Are the 'Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death' rules still in
play?"

=====================================================
Part 88
"Who hotwired C.O.R.A?" Giles asked, as he watched the maneuvers of Recon
Viper One. He could barely suppress his laughter despite the ranks of Cylon
Raiders before him. C.O.R.A. could just fly /over/ the raiders and. .
.well. . .take a dump.

"I didn't hotwire anything!" Giles heard Starbuck's voice over the com-line.

"You know I would do anything for you, Starbuck," C.O.R.A. purred.

"Hey, guys, Starbuck's got C.O.R.A!"

"Sounds like /she's/ got him," Jolly snickered.

"You overrode your programming for me?" Starbuck asked C.O.R.A.

"Of course, darling."

***

"Muffy's not glowing," Apollo said, reassuring Boxey. The Daggit's fur was
ucifer swept gracefully into the command centre, shoving Domra
into a bulkhead and stooping to flash down at Baltar, "We've decided,
because of the /other/ raider pilots, to settle this dispute with a game of
Pyramid. Are the 'Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death' rules still in
play?"

=====================================================
Part 88
"Who hotwired C.O.R.A?" Giles asked, as he watched the maneuvers of Recon
Viper One. He could barely suppress his laughter despite the ranks of Cylon
Raiders before him. C.O.R.A. could just fly /over/ the raiders and. .
.well. . .take a dump.

"I didn't hotwire anything!" Giles heard Starbuck's voice over the com-line.

"You know I would do anything for you, Starbuck," C.O.R.A. purred.

"Hey, guys, Starbuck's got C.O.R.A!"

"Sounds like /she's/ got him," Jolly snickered.

"You overrode your programming for me?" Starbuck asked C.O.R.A.

"Of course, darling."

***

"Muffy's not glowing," Apollo said, reassuring Boxey. The Daggit's fur was
      "You will play," Cyrius commanded, "and we will not lose or it will be your head." 

       "Are we finally ready to begin?" RamesesMontuher-KhopeshefUserMa'atRasetepenRaSobekhotep sa Enkhefenkhons IV said, standing at the table and raising his arms. 

       "Who let Mumm-Ra in here?" Baltar asked, staring in amazement at the Tenth Lord. 

       "No!" Cora stood, her flaxen hair undulated behind her, and her amethyst eyes flashing. 

       "Now what?"  The Tenth Lord sighed. 

       "Not without my Starbuck," Cora said firmly. 

       "Your Starbuck?" Cassie glared at Cora. 

       "Where is Starbuck?" Adama asked.  "How long does it take to use the turbo-flush?"

=====================================================
Part 99
"I wasn't /in/ the turbo-flush," Starbuck cried as he ran to the table and flipped Yuuma unceremoniously from the chair at the Pyramid table beside Adama, "I was consulting with Wilker over the Cyrius Series Cylon maintenance manual and I've discovered that tucifer swept gracefully into the command centre, shoving Domra
into a bulkhead and stooping to flash down at Baltar, "We've decided,
because of the /other/ raider pilots, to settle this dispute with a game of
Pyramid. Are the 'Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death' rules still in
play?"

=====================================================
Part 88
"Who hotwired C.O.R.A?" Giles asked, as he watched the maneuvers of Recon
Viper One. He could barely suppress his laughter despite the ranks of Cylon
Raiders before him. C.O.R.A. could just fly /over/ the raiders and. .
.well. . .take a dump.

"I didn't hotwire anything!" Giles heard Starbuck's voice over the com-line.

"You know I would do anything for you, Starbuck," C.O.R.A. purred.

"Hey, guys, Starbuck's got C.O.R.A!"

"Sounds like /she's/ got him," Jolly snickered.

"You overrode your programming for me?" Starbuck asked C.O.R.A.

"Of course, darling."

***

"Muffy's not glowing," Apollo said, reassuring Boxey. The Daggit's fur was
now white. Apollo looked around for anyone else dressed in white.

"Yes, I'm here," John appeared out of nowhere.

"Did you know about President Adar's actions?"

"Well, we could hardly /not/ know about them." John smiled.

"But if your people knew, then why didn't they stop it?" Apollo's anger
started to creep into his voice. "Why didn't you send someone to do
something? Like you had me do on Terra?"

"Unfortunately we can't interfere. . ."

"But you did on Terra. If you hadn't sent me, the Eastern Alliance would
have - "

"Captain, sometimes we can bend the rules, but it is beyond even us to
control everything." John shook his head. "It is a large universe."

"Tell me about it." Apollo muttered thinking about the distance the fleet
had gone.

Across the room, Shaula nudged Yuuma and pointed at Apollo. "Why is he
talking to the wall?"

"I don't know. Nothing makes sense any more," Yuuma sighed.

***

Baltar rubbed his eyes with his hands. The last few centons had been. .
.odd.
now white. Apollo looked around for anyone else dressed in white.

"Yes, I'm here," John appeared out of nowhere.

"Did you know about President Adar's actions?"

"Well, we could hardly /not/ know about them." John smiled.

"But if your people knew, then why didn't they stop it?" Apollo's anger
started to creep into his voice. "Why didn't you send someone to do
something? Like you had me do on Terra?"

"Unfortunately we can't interfere. . ."

"But you did on Terra. If you hadn't sent me, the Eastern Alliance would
have - "

"Captain, sometimes we can bend the rules, but it is beyond even us to
control everything." John shook his head. "It is a large universe."

"Tell me about it." Apollo muttered thinking about the distance the fleet
had gone.

Across the room, Shaula nudged Yuuma and pointed at Apollo. "Why is he
talking to the wall?"

"I don't know. Nothing makes sense any more," Yuuma sighed.

***

Baltar rubbed his eyes with his hands. The last few centons had been. .
.odd.
now white. Apollo looked around for anyone else dressed in white.

"Yes, I'm here," John appeared out of nowhere.

"Did you know about President Adar's actions?"

"Well, we could hardly /not/ know about them." John smiled.

"But if your people knew, then why didn't they stop it?" Apollo's anger
started to creep into his voice. "Why didn't you send someone to do
something? Like you had me do on Terra?"

"Unfortunately we can't interfere. . ."

"But you did on Terra. If you hadn't sent me, the Eastern Alliance would
have - "

"Captain, sometimes we can bend the rules, but it is beyond even us to
control everything." John shook his head. "It is a large universe."

"Tell me about it." Apollo muttered thinking about the distance the fleet
had gone.

Across the room, Shaula nudged Yuuma and pointed at Apollo. "Why is he
talking to the wall?"

"I don't know. Nothing makes sense any more," Yuuma sighed.

***

Baltar rubbed his eyes with his hands. The last few centons had been. .
.odd.
now white. Apollo looked around for anyone else dressed in white.

"Yes, I'm here," John appeared out of nowhere.

"Did you know about President Adar's actions?"

"Well, we could hardly /not/ know about them." John smiled.

"But if your people knew, then why didn't they stop it?" Apollo's anger
started to creep into his voice. "Why didn't you send someone to do
something? Like you had me do on Terra?"

"Unfortunately we can't interfere. . ."

"But you did on Terra. If you hadn't sent me, the Eastern Alliance would
have - "

"Captain, sometimes we can bend the rules, but it is beyond even us to
control everything." John shook his head. "It is a large universe."

"Tell me about it." Apollo muttered thinking about the distance the fleet
had gone.

Across the room, Shaula nudged Yuuma and pointed at Apollo. "Why is he
talking to the wall?"

"I don't know. Nothing makes sense any more," Yuuma sighed.

***

Baltar rubbed his eyes with his hands. The last few centons had been. .
.odd.
now white. Apollo looked around for anyone else dressed in white.

"Yes, I'm here," John appeared out of nowhere.

"Did you know about President Adar's actions?"

"Well, we could hardly /not/ know about them." John smiled.

"But if your people knew, then why didn't they stop it?" Apollo's anger
started to creep into his voice. "Why didn't you send someone to do
something? Like you had me do on Terra?"

"Unfortunately we can't interfere. . ."

"But you did on Terra. If you hadn't sent me, the Eastern Alliance would
have - "

"Captain, sometimes we can bend the rules, but it is beyond even us to
control everything." John shook his head. "It is a large universe."

"Tell me about it." Apollo muttered thinking about the distance the fleet
had gone.

Across the room, Shaula nudged Yuuma and pointed at Apollo. "Why is he
talking to the wall?"

"I don't know. Nothing makes sense any more," Yuuma sighed.

***

Baltar rubbed his eyes with his hands. The last few centons had been. .
.odd.his particular model is programmed to cheat!" Starbuck pointed at the armour plating on Cyrius' wrists, "He's got capstone cards hidden in his gauntlets!" 

"I knew it!" Tigh snorted elegantly with even more disgust, striking a self righteous and pretty darned sexy pose, "You have no honour!" 

"Starbuck," Cora cooed, "I'm sorry, but I've fallen in love with Lucifer. You'll have to see if the med-tech here will take you back," she gestured over her shoulder at Cassiopeia, then batted her amethyst eyes at the cone-headed IL Series Cylon, "However, that doesn't mean I'm not going to kick your metallic astrum at Pyramid, Lover. I /am/ a /Colonial/ mutated life-form, after all." 

"John, stop nudging my sister into Baltar's lap!", Apollo hissed as he tugged at Athena's arm, "Why do you keep trying to get them together?" 

"Oh Lords," Adama moaned as he buried his face in his hands, "What could happen next?" 

"Ooga Chuka!" Tinia cried, as the Council members gathered around the Pyramid table, Bora still
now white. Apollo looked around for anyone else dressed in white.

"Yes, I'm here," John appeared out of nowhere.

"Did you know about President Adar's actions?"

"Well, we could hardly /not/ know about them." John smiled.

"But if your people knew, then why didn't they stop it?" Apollo's anger
started to creep into his voice. "Why didn't you send someone to do
something? Like you had me do on Terra?"

"Unfortunately we can't interfere. . ."

"But you did on Terra. If you hadn't sent me, the Eastern Alliance would
have - "

"Captain, sometimes we can bend the rules, but it is beyond even us to
control everything." John shook his head. "It is a large universe."

"Tell me about it." Apollo muttered thinking about the distance the fleet
had gone.

Across the room, Shaula nudged Yuuma and pointed at Apollo. "Why is he
talking to the wall?"

"I don't know. Nothing makes sense any more," Yuuma sighed.

***

Baltar rubbed his eyes with his hands. The last few centons had been. .
.odd. The Council dancing, time repeating, the command platform giving way,
a beautiful dark-haired woman hauling him out the rubble, his angel of
mercy lost in the chaos, and now Lucifer on the /Galactica's/ bridge
flashing him?

"How did you get up here?" Adama asked, his voice wavering, his face pale.

"I was granted landing clearance, of course," Lucifer bowed slightly.

"Oh. Tigh?" Adama looked to the Colonel.

"Yes, we did. We were trying to minimize the casualties."

"Good, very good. Er. . ." Adama paused, trying to recall the IL series
Cylon's designation.

"Lucifer," Baltar said to Adama.

". . .Lucifer, what did you want to discuss?" It had been a long day and
only seemed to be getting longer.

"A game of Pyramid. 'Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death' Rules."

"Right, who will be the players?"

"It appears that the game that was interrupted had six players."

"In two teams," Tigh added.

"I suppose I shall have to summon another associate of mine." Lucifer said.
A sense  The Council dancing, time repeating, the command platform giving way,
a beautiful dark-haired woman hauling him out the rubble, his angel of
mercy lost in the chaos, and now Lucifer on the /Galactica's/ bridge
flashing him?

"How did you get up here?" Adama asked, his voice wavering, his face pale.

"I was granted landing clearance, of course," Lucifer bowed slightly.

"Oh. Tigh?" Adama looked to the Colonel.

"Yes, we did. We were trying to minimize the casualties."

"Good, very good. Er. . ." Adama paused, trying to recall the IL series
Cylon's designation.

"Lucifer," Baltar said to Adama.

". . .Lucifer, what did you want to discuss?" It had been a long day and
only seemed to be getting longer.

"A game of Pyramid. 'Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death' Rules."

"Right, who will be the players?"

"It appears that the game that was interrupted had six players."

"In two teams," Tigh added.

"I suppose I shall have to summon another associate of mine." Lucifer said.
A sense  The Council dancing, time repeating, the command platform giving way,
a beautiful dark-haired woman hauling him out the rubble, his angel of
mercy lost in the chaos, and now Lucifer on the /Galactica's/ bridge
flashing him?

"How did you get up here?" Adama asked, his voice wavering, his face pale.

"I was granted landing clearance, of course," Lucifer bowed slightly.

"Oh. Tigh?" Adama looked to the Colonel.

"Yes, we did. We were trying to minimize the casualties."

"Good, very good. Er. . ." Adama paused, trying to recall the IL series
Cylon's designation.

"Lucifer," Baltar said to Adama.

". . .Lucifer, what did you want to discuss?" It had been a long day and
only seemed to be getting longer.

"A game of Pyramid. 'Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death' Rules."

"Right, who will be the players?"

"It appears that the game that was interrupted had six players."

"In two teams," Tigh added.

"I suppose I shall have to summon another associate of mine." Lucifer said.
A sense  The Council dancing, time repeating, the command platform giving way,
a beautiful dark-haired woman hauling him out the rubble, his angel of
mercy lost in the chaos, and now Lucifer on the /Galactica's/ bridge
flashing him?

"How did you get up here?" Adama asked, his voice wavering, his face pale.

"I was granted landing clearance, of course," Lucifer bowed slightly.

"Oh. Tigh?" Adama looked to the Colonel.

"Yes, we did. We were trying to minimize the casualties."

"Good, very good. Er. . ." Adama paused, trying to recall the IL series
Cylon's designation.

"Lucifer," Baltar said to Adama.

". . .Lucifer, what did you want to discuss?" It had been a long day and
only seemed to be getting longer.

"A game of Pyramid. 'Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death' Rules."

"Right, who will be the players?"

"It appears that the game that was interrupted had six players."

"In two teams," Tigh added.

"I suppose I shall have to summon another associate of mine." Lucifer said.
A sense  The Council dancing, time repeating, the command platform giving way,
a beautiful dark-haired woman hauling him out the rubble, his angel of
mercy lost in the chaos, and now Lucifer on the /Galactica's/ bridge
flashing him?

"How did you get up here?" Adama asked, his voice wavering, his face pale.

"I was granted landing clearance, of course," Lucifer bowed slightly.

"Oh. Tigh?" Adama looked to the Colonel.

"Yes, we did. We were trying to minimize the casualties."

"Good, very good. Er. . ." Adama paused, trying to recall the IL series
Cylon's designation.

"Lucifer," Baltar said to Adama.

". . .Lucifer, what did you want to discuss?" It had been a long day and
only seemed to be getting longer.

"A game of Pyramid. 'Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death' Rules."

"Right, who will be the players?"

"It appears that the game that was interrupted had six players."

"In two teams," Tigh added.

"I suppose I shall have to summon another associate of mine." Lucifer said.
A sense  bringing up the rear with his drum, "Go, Adama, go! Go Colonial! Two, Four, Six, Eight! Cylons all disintegrate! Yea, Team!" 

"Wait!" Apollo cried, grabbing Starbuck's shoulders, "We have a Cylon maintenance manual?" 

=====================================================
Part 100
Luciver raised his bulk and turned towards Starbuck, "After  your Dr Wilkers inability to reassemble the  2 Pilots of Sire Baltars Raider; we had you Guys send one! 

Besides that I can assure you he will Not cheat, this particular  Cyrius series is In  the discussion to be upgraded to be the next backup Of Our Imperious leader - you guys DID manage to make Us,.. more Care full 

The  expressionless Faceplate  Of the Cyrius unit didn't move at all; the Perfect Pyramid Face after all; but the Unmoving scanner  unit  did Seem to gleam at this words ans he injected in a deep baritone voice "you may call me impy". 

Luciver continued "We had analyzed 1.345,332  Prisoners and weren't abel to find  the source Of your resourc The Council dancing, time repeating, the command platform giving way,
a beautiful dark-haired woman hauling him out the rubble, his angel of
mercy lost in the chaos, and now Lucifer on the /Galactica's/ bridge
flashing him?

"How did you get up here?" Adama asked, his voice wavering, his face pale.

"I was granted landing clearance, of course," Lucifer bowed slightly.

"Oh. Tigh?" Adama looked to the Colonel.

"Yes, we did. We were trying to minimize the casualties."

"Good, very good. Er. . ." Adama paused, trying to recall the IL series
Cylon's designation.

"Lucifer," Baltar said to Adama.

". . .Lucifer, what did you want to discuss?" It had been a long day and
only seemed to be getting longer.

"A game of Pyramid. 'Lords of Kobol Caged Duel To the Death' Rules."

"Right, who will be the players?"

"It appears that the game that was interrupted had six players."

"In two teams," Tigh added.

"I suppose I shall have to summon another associate of mine." Lucifer said.
A sense of dread come over Baltar. Lucifer wouldn't send for /that/
particular Cylon, would he? "And Baltar will fill our third position."

"No! I don't want to be on your team! Adama, you heard Adar, the Siress! I
was as much a victim in this as any of you! More, since you didn't believe
me!" Baltar protested.

"Look, I just want to get this over with," Adama snapped.

"You can't make me!" Baltar's eyes widened with near hysteria. "I want to
go home! It's been so long since I had a decent turbo-wash!"

"Hot fudge sauce," a female voice sang softly behind Baltar. He turned and
there she was. His angel of mercy.

"You promise?" he whimpered, wondering how she kept that dress on.

"Yes." She smiled.

"Now, Commander," Lucifer said, "who shall represent your side?"


=====================================================
Part 89
Belching loudly, and with a half-naked flozon on each arm, Sire Uri
stumbled in.

"Whass 'veryone lookin' at?"

grinning in the way only Cylons can, Lucifer said...
of dread come over Baltar. Lucifer wouldn't send for /that/
particular Cylon, would he? "And Baltar will fill our third position."

"No! I don't want to be on your team! Adama, you heard Adar, the Siress! I
was as much a victim in this as any of you! More, since you didn't believe
me!" Baltar protested.

"Look, I just want to get this over with," Adama snapped.

"You can't make me!" Baltar's eyes widened with near hysteria. "I want to
go home! It's been so long since I had a decent turbo-wash!"

"Hot fudge sauce," a female voice sang softly behind Baltar. He turned and
there she was. His angel of mercy.

"You promise?" he whimpered, wondering how she kept that dress on.

"Yes." She smiled.

"Now, Commander," Lucifer said, "who shall represent your side?"


=====================================================
Part 89
Belching loudly, and with a half-naked flozon on each arm, Sire Uri
stumbled in.

"Whass 'veryone lookin' at?"

grinning in the way only Cylons can, Lucifer said...
of dread come over Baltar. Lucifer wouldn't send for /that/
particular Cylon, would he? "And Baltar will fill our third position."

"No! I don't want to be on your team! Adama, you heard Adar, the Siress! I
was as much a victim in this as any of you! More, since you didn't believe
me!" Baltar protested.

"Look, I just want to get this over with," Adama snapped.

"You can't make me!" Baltar's eyes widened with near hysteria. "I want to
go home! It's been so long since I had a decent turbo-wash!"

"Hot fudge sauce," a female voice sang softly behind Baltar. He turned and
there she was. His angel of mercy.

"You promise?" he whimpered, wondering how she kept that dress on.

"Yes." She smiled.

"Now, Commander," Lucifer said, "who shall represent your side?"


=====================================================
Part 89
Belching loudly, and with a half-naked flozon on each arm, Sire Uri
stumbled in.

"Whass 'veryone lookin' at?"

grinning in the way only Cylons can, Lucifer said...
of dread come over Baltar. Lucifer wouldn't send for /that/
particular Cylon, would he? "And Baltar will fill our third position."

"No! I don't want to be on your team! Adama, you heard Adar, the Siress! I
was as much a victim in this as any of you! More, since you didn't believe
me!" Baltar protested.

"Look, I just want to get this over with," Adama snapped.

"You can't make me!" Baltar's eyes widened with near hysteria. "I want to
go home! It's been so long since I had a decent turbo-wash!"

"Hot fudge sauce," a female voice sang softly behind Baltar. He turned and
there she was. His angel of mercy.

"You promise?" he whimpered, wondering how she kept that dress on.

"Yes." She smiled.

"Now, Commander," Lucifer said, "who shall represent your side?"


=====================================================
Part 89
Belching loudly, and with a half-naked flozon on each arm, Sire Uri
stumbled in.

"Whass 'veryone lookin' at?"

grinning in the way only Cylons can, Lucifer said...
of dread come over Baltar. Lucifer wouldn't send for /that/
particular Cylon, would he? "And Baltar will fill our third position."

"No! I don't want to be on your team! Adama, you heard Adar, the Siress! I
was as much a victim in this as any of you! More, since you didn't believe
me!" Baltar protested.

"Look, I just want to get this over with," Adama snapped.

"You can't make me!" Baltar's eyes widened with near hysteria. "I want to
go home! It's been so long since I had a decent turbo-wash!"

"Hot fudge sauce," a female voice sang softly behind Baltar. He turned and
there she was. His angel of mercy.

"You promise?" he whimpered, wondering how she kept that dress on.

"Yes." She smiled.

"Now, Commander," Lucifer said, "who shall represent your side?"


=====================================================
Part 89
Belching loudly, and with a half-naked flozon on each arm, Sire Uri
stumbled in.

"Whass 'veryone lookin' at?"

grinning in the way only Cylons can, Lucifer said...
efully sneakiness - so after i meet You Starbuck and learned Pyramid game - we tried to analyze  your culture: and ended Up with a  third Of our Populous infected with this "Pyramid Virus" And the ,..   Love To Play" 

The Pyramid game; including the ABILITY to "cheat" are part Of Our war effort To get to know you guys better. 

After all You are the last so we Started this preservation Warfare - Just Blasting you out of the sky like, Adar Thought we should do, is just to easy and Baltar told us,..  the chase - the  hunt  is the fun.-  just  letting you Get away a Bit each time; so we can Hunt you the next day..." 

Luciver didn't realize he just revealed Something very imported to The colonials;  Until a certain Female  rebel doped Sobbing to the ground
of dread come over Baltar. Lucifer wouldn't send for /that/
particular Cylon, would he? "And Baltar will fill our third position."

"No! I don't want to be on your team! Adama, you heard Adar, the Siress! I
was as much a victim in this as any of you! More, since you didn't believe
me!" Baltar protested.

"Look, I just want to get this over with," Adama snapped.

"You can't make me!" Baltar's eyes widened with near hysteria. "I want to
go home! It's been so long since I had a decent turbo-wash!"

"Hot fudge sauce," a female voice sang softly behind Baltar. He turned and
there she was. His angel of mercy.

"You promise?" he whimpered, wondering how she kept that dress on.

"Yes." She smiled.

"Now, Commander," Lucifer said, "who shall represent your side?"


=====================================================
Part 89
Belching loudly, and with a half-naked flozon on each arm, Sire Uri
stumbled in.

"Whass 'veryone lookin' at?"

grinning in the way only Cylons can, Lucifer said...


=====================================================
Part 90
"You!" Lucifer shoved Uri back with a deceptively slender, yet strong
metallic hand to the chest, insinuating himself between the two flozons.
They giggled girlishly as Lucifer flashed a look at first one, and then the
other, "You two shall represent the finest that the Colonial Fleet can
offer. You shall play at Adama's side, the fate of humanity hanging in the
balance. We shall retire to the Officer's Club and begin the Pyramid Game
to end all Pyramid games. A veritable Pyramid night to remember!"

"Pyramid? What's that?" the red-headed flozon on Lucifer's right stared at
the small white button on Lucifer's neck. Its plaston casing was cracked,
and was held together by a thin strip of ducton tape, but the designation
labelling was still clearly discernable, 'ON/OFF'.

"Pyramid?" the blonde flozon on the left giggled and popped a bubble with
her gumon, glancing down at the floor, where Uri sat humming the Colonial
Anthem, off 

=====================================================
Part 90
"You!" Lucifer shoved Uri back with a deceptively slender, yet strong
metallic hand to the chest, insinuating himself between the two flozons.
They giggled girlishly as Lucifer flashed a look at first one, and then the
other, "You two shall represent the finest that the Colonial Fleet can
offer. You shall play at Adama's side, the fate of humanity hanging in the
balance. We shall retire to the Officer's Club and begin the Pyramid Game
to end all Pyramid games. A veritable Pyramid night to remember!"

"Pyramid? What's that?" the red-headed flozon on Lucifer's right stared at
the small white button on Lucifer's neck. Its plaston casing was cracked,
and was held together by a thin strip of ducton tape, but the designation
labelling was still clearly discernable, 'ON/OFF'.

"Pyramid?" the blonde flozon on the left giggled and popped a bubble with
her gumon, glancing down at the floor, where Uri sat humming the Colonial
Anthem, off 

=====================================================
Part 90
"You!" Lucifer shoved Uri back with a deceptively slender, yet strong
metallic hand to the chest, insinuating himself between the two flozons.
They giggled girlishly as Lucifer flashed a look at first one, and then the
other, "You two shall represent the finest that the Colonial Fleet can
offer. You shall play at Adama's side, the fate of humanity hanging in the
balance. We shall retire to the Officer's Club and begin the Pyramid Game
to end all Pyramid games. A veritable Pyramid night to remember!"

"Pyramid? What's that?" the red-headed flozon on Lucifer's right stared at
the small white button on Lucifer's neck. Its plaston casing was cracked,
and was held together by a thin strip of ducton tape, but the designation
labelling was still clearly discernable, 'ON/OFF'.

"Pyramid?" the blonde flozon on the left giggled and popped a bubble with
her gumon, glancing down at the floor, where Uri sat humming the Colonial
Anthem, off 

=====================================================
Part 90
"You!" Lucifer shoved Uri back with a deceptively slender, yet strong
metallic hand to the chest, insinuating himself between the two flozons.
They giggled girlishly as Lucifer flashed a look at first one, and then the
other, "You two shall represent the finest that the Colonial Fleet can
offer. You shall play at Adama's side, the fate of humanity hanging in the
balance. We shall retire to the Officer's Club and begin the Pyramid Game
to end all Pyramid games. A veritable Pyramid night to remember!"

"Pyramid? What's that?" the red-headed flozon on Lucifer's right stared at
the small white button on Lucifer's neck. Its plaston casing was cracked,
and was held together by a thin strip of ducton tape, but the designation
labelling was still clearly discernable, 'ON/OFF'.

"Pyramid?" the blonde flozon on the left giggled and popped a bubble with
her gumon, glancing down at the floor, where Uri sat humming the Colonial
Anthem, off 

=====================================================
Part 90
"You!" Lucifer shoved Uri back with a deceptively slender, yet strong
metallic hand to the chest, insinuating himself between the two flozons.
They giggled girlishly as Lucifer flashed a look at first one, and then the
other, "You two shall represent the finest that the Colonial Fleet can
offer. You shall play at Adama's side, the fate of humanity hanging in the
balance. We shall retire to the Officer's Club and begin the Pyramid Game
to end all Pyramid games. A veritable Pyramid night to remember!"

"Pyramid? What's that?" the red-headed flozon on Lucifer's right stared at
the small white button on Lucifer's neck. Its plaston casing was cracked,
and was held together by a thin strip of ducton tape, but the designation
labelling was still clearly discernable, 'ON/OFF'.

"Pyramid?" the blonde flozon on the left giggled and popped a bubble with
her gumon, glancing down at the floor, where Uri sat humming the Colonial
Anthem, off