The Holy Solonite Pack  
 
Surrounded by Centurions, Apollo ducked behind the rock on the asteroid on which they 
had landed because they had detected life signs -- only to discover that it was at trap!  
Besides, where did all of these asteroids with breathable atmospheres COME from?  
ANYWAY . . ..  
 
The captain took a deep breath and let it our slowly.  "Starbuck, I see only one course of 
action left."  
 
Starbuck lifted an eyebrow.  "Which would be . . .?"  He examined his blaster.  "Seeing 
that we are surrounded by a good twenty centurions who will, at any moment, figure out 
that our weapons are out of juice and about as worthless as this piece of rock we're on . . 
."  
 
Apollo grinned.  "Ah, but you are forgetting.  Father gave us a Secret Weapon --"  
 
Starbuck rolled his eyes.  "You don't REALLY think THAT will work, do you?"  
 
"Father did."  Apollo withdrew a ragged piece of cloth, which was etched in gold 
scripture, from his jacket's inside pocket and studied it.  "It can't hurt, you know . . ."  
 
Starbuck shook his head.  "Whatever . . ."  
 
"Right."  Apollo took another deep breath as he held the cloth out at arm's length.  "I 
summon . . . Brother Maynard, to bring forth the Holy Solonite Pack of Antiok."  
 
In the ensuing silence, Starbuck muttered, "You have truly lost your --"  
 
Suddenly Heavenly Music swelled and a be-robed figure stepped out of a swirl of clouds 
that dissipated as quickly as it had appeared. "I am Brother Maynard, Keeper of the Holy 
Solonite Pack," he said as he lifted a golden solonite pack above his head.  "Who has 
summoned me?"  
 
"I am Captain Apollo, of the Colonial Fleet," he managed to say, because he had not 
really believed that it would work, either.  "We seek your assistance to free us from our 
enemy."  
 
"Then takest thou this mine Holy Solonite Pack."  He handed the golden object to the 
captain, who gripped it gingerly.  
 
"H-how does it work?  
 
The man raised his arms high over his head (and somehow, none of the Cylons seemed to 
have noticed his presence).  "And Saint Antilon raised the Holy Solonite pack up on high 
and said, 'Oh, Great Lords of Kobol, bless this, thine Solomite Pack, that thou mayest 
blow thine enemy Cylons to tiny bits.'  And the Lords of Kobol did grin and spake, "first 
shalt thou take out the Holy Pin.  Then shalt thou count to three, no more no less.    Three 
shall be the number of thy counting, and the number of the counting shall be three.  Four 
shalt thou not count.  Neither wilst thou count two, except shalt thou proceed to three.  
Once the number three, being the third number of thy count,  has been reached, then 
lobest the Holy Solomite Pack of Antiok towards thy foe, who shall stuff it . . ."