[237, Friday, 3:30 AM and Beyond in Time and Space, II]
[ooc: Continued from here!]
Krycek
Krycek sat silently against a wall as the Cylon ship flew on, one leg bent and his hand resting on his knee, rubbing his thumb absently against the seam of his jeans. He was watching Molly and Janet hover over D'anna, or at least looking in that direction, though who knew if his thoughts were anywhere near the current situation.
Callisto
Callisto was cleaning her dagger. Without looking at Krycek she said "So, Jake?"
Krycek
Krycek glanced at her and snorted lightly. "We broke up," he said, then reluctantly, "Or I broke up with him, I guess."
Callisto
"Why? He cheat on you?" Callisto asked. "I can kill him for you if he did, and whoever it was."
Krycek
Krycek smirked faintly, watching the shift of her blade as she cleaned it. "No, it's just that graduation's coming up. Thought it'd be better if we weren't trying to tie off loose ends along with everything else."
Callisto
Callisto turned to stare at Krycek. "And that's the only reason?"
Krycek
Krycek scowled at her look. "He's got a world and a job to go back to," he said, waving a hand in a way that was not at all unfamiliar if you knew Jake. "He's made it pretty clear that's what he's interested in, ultimately."
Callisto
"Idiot."
Krycek
He stared at her. "Wow, thanks, that's helpful," he said finally, voice flat. "What the hell else was I supposed to do?"
Callisto
"Ask to go with him, maybe?" Callisto said. "At least you know he's leaving, have that opportunity. It's more than I got."
Krycek
Krycek shook his head, looking down at his lap. "He didn't argue and he never asked. I don't want to go begging when he's got everything worked out already."
Callisto
And that would be Callisto's hand flying towards the back of Krycek's head. "And you think being alone is that much better? Because it's not."
Krycek
He grit his teeth as he rubbed the back of his head. "I'm not saying it's better, I just don't want a big teary goodbye when his dad brings him home to inherit the family business," he protested.
Callisto
"Which wouldn't happen if you asked," Callisto pointed out. "The worst he could do is say no. Which is lot better than filling your head with lies about wanting to be with you, false promises about being there for you, then tossing you aside like garbage so he can frak someone else to one-up Angelus."
Krycek
Krycek cocked an eyebrow slightly as she finished, realizing the subject encompassed more than just himself and Jake. "And you haven't killed him yet?"
Callisto
Callisto looked at her feet. "I've wanted to," she said, barely above a whisper. "Wanted to tear out his heart so he can watch me stake it. But I can't. It would destroy me. Even more than he has already."
Krycek
"So what are you doing out there?" He watched her, lowering his own voice somewhat, almost gentle. "Torturing yourself? Waiting for him to come to his senses?"
Callisto
"Like I said, being alone isn't better. Besides, it's not like I had anywhere else to go, anything worthwhile to go back to," she said. She looked up at Krycek. "And I love him. Even if I was never anything more than a whore in his eyes. Something to be used and discarded without a second thought."
Trona
After about fifteen Faster Than Light (FTL) jumps, the spacecraft stopped jumping and just flew through beautiful, empty space for a little while.
Trona hadn't been looking forward to this, but she couldn't go where she needed to with all these kids if they didn't know what they were facing. She turned away from the control panels, she'd put the raider on an auto-pilot of sorts, and addressed the group.
"What I said when we were dirtside wasn't strictly true." She said with a carefully controlled face. "Your girl and I are not cousins. We are related in a sense but not in the way you thought. Your girl isn't what she thinks she is, whether she is who she thinks she is?" Trona shrugged. "That's entirely up to her."
"Point is, she's not precisely human. She can bleed, heal, feel, think for herself, do everything a human may do, and more. She is the latest in a long line of a proud race called Cylon." Trona paused to see if that met any reaction before going forward.
Sam
"The hell she is," Sam said, trying not to be horrified. Nothing she remembered Lee or Eighth telling her about Cylons was good. "She's not a cyborg."
And then she remembered how easily Eighth had duped her and cast a worried look at D'anna.
Molly
Molly looked from Trona to D'anna and then at Sam. "What's the big deal?" she asked. "One of my best friends back home is part robot."
Trona
"Yes, she is." Trona sighed as she first addressed Sam then Molly. She wasn't as harsh with this as she'd been with everything else. "Like I said, she has no idea, what so frakking ever. She was raised human. As far as I can tell? She doesn't remember a goddamn thing about her origins. And the big deal is generally speaking? Cylons hate Humans. Despise, loathe, etc. If it were up to most, there would be no such thing as a Human."
"Your girl isn't like most Cylons," She continued, "and that's another problem entirely. When a Cylon's body gives out, dies, their soul or consciousness moves on to another body exactly like the one they'd had before. Minus any interesting tattoos, scars, piercings or... experiences. Their mind, soul, emotions, are the same, but the rest is all new."
Krycek
Krycek frowned as Trona explained, though the concept wasn't entirely unfamiliar - was, in fact, entirely too familiar in some ways. "So if she's a Cylon, are you one too? Is that why you look alike, the same make or model or whatever?"
Trona
"Something like that. They call us by our model number, Three. I prefer to be called Trona, thanks." She smirked. "Speaking of me, now we come to my involvement, at least in part."
"When we die, it's called downloading. All that makes us, non-physically, who we are, goes back to what is known as a Resurrection Ship to help us return to a new body. We... are not the products of interpersonal reproduction, much as it is preferred, and so a body waits until there is a spirit in need, and one of us is reborn."
"Trouble is? If anyone realizes that your girl has had certain experiences, certain feelings? She may never be allowed to return. Ever. She will be lost to you, to all of us, forever. Her memories will be placed into cold storage. She will become what we call 'Boxed'. The worst fate anyone could bestow on us..."
Sam
"Which experiences are those?" Sam asked, though she had her suspicions. "What can't we tell people we know, so we don't endanger her?"
Trona
"She gives a damn about humans, loves them even, has gone so far as to have been in love with one at one time or another," Trona didn't tell them she knew who and when and all that because that would involve revealing her email phishery. "The big kicker is that she knows the location of Earth, in one way or another. Not that she believes it might exist at some point, somewhere. She knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that it exists and is reachable from where we live."
Trona dug a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket and put one to her lips. "They would kill for that information."
Callisto
Callisto had tensed at the mention of even more people who looked like them, and it hadn't gone away at all. "Sounds like they're already planning to."
Molly
Molly had been looking at D'anna during most of the explanation. She didn't care about cyborgs who might want to invade Earth. Who knew if the Earth these cylons went to would affect one of the versions or realities that any of them called home. If they came to Fandom, she would worry about it then. All she knew right now was that D'anna was dying and there was a chance to save her.
She looked up at Trona. "So, we have to get her to this resurrection ship thingy without any of the other robot people finding her?"
Trona
"Exactly." Trona answered. "There's a ship at the furthest reach of our territory that I think we might be able to slip into quietly. If she passes before we get there, the jig's up."
Janet
Cylons sounded like the Asgard's slightly less gray cousins, at least in method of reproduction. The fact that her own consciousness had been stored and then put back into a new body-- Janet ruthlessly quashed a shudder and looked evenly at Trona. "Keep her alive however it takes until we get into range of the resurrection ship, then let her go?" Janet nodded. "I guess that's my job, then."
Sam
"You betcha," Sam, as usual, had absolute faith in Janet's skills as a doctor. "Anything I can do to make this go faster? Or that you can do?" She asked Trona, already developing the idea that D'anna needed to be protected and nurtured--she could be the key to splitting the cylons
Trona
"You and I can take this thing off auto and fire up the FTL." Trona said. "The faster we can jump, the faster we can reach the ship."
Sam
."Just tell me how," Sam stood up, happy to finally be able to do something useful. "I've never seen mechanics like these before, so I need your help." She'd have loved to do a full analysis, but there just wasn't time.
She glanced at D'anna again, even more worried.
Janet
"Her vital signs are weakening steadily," said Janet, her voice tight. "Anything you can do would help, Sam."
Molly
Molly hadn't moved far from D'anna. Picking up one of D's hands, she looked at Janet. "Is there anything I can do?" she asked in a quiet voice.
Janet
"We can't save her. Not this body. I'm sorry, Molly." Janet's voice was quiet as she met Molly's eyes. "But we can make sure she doesn't die alone."
Molly
Molly just nodded. She knew that. She really did. She settled into a more comfortable position and held on to D'anna's hand.
Krycek
Krycek watched as D'anna faded, silent and solemn. If they got within range, he'd do anything possible to make sure she didn't get Boxed, but until then all he could do was wait with the rest.
[ooc: NFB. Pre-played with bruser_in_pink, janet_fraiser, carter_i_am , krycek_rat, and psycho_barbie. Code gakked from the most awesome needsaparrot. Closed. Thanks.]
Krycek
Krycek sat silently against a wall as the Cylon ship flew on, one leg bent and his hand resting on his knee, rubbing his thumb absently against the seam of his jeans. He was watching Molly and Janet hover over D'anna, or at least looking in that direction, though who knew if his thoughts were anywhere near the current situation.
Callisto
Callisto was cleaning her dagger. Without looking at Krycek she said "So, Jake?"
Krycek
Krycek glanced at her and snorted lightly. "We broke up," he said, then reluctantly, "Or I broke up with him, I guess."
Callisto
"Why? He cheat on you?" Callisto asked. "I can kill him for you if he did, and whoever it was."
Krycek
Krycek smirked faintly, watching the shift of her blade as she cleaned it. "No, it's just that graduation's coming up. Thought it'd be better if we weren't trying to tie off loose ends along with everything else."
Callisto
Callisto turned to stare at Krycek. "And that's the only reason?"
Krycek
Krycek scowled at her look. "He's got a world and a job to go back to," he said, waving a hand in a way that was not at all unfamiliar if you knew Jake. "He's made it pretty clear that's what he's interested in, ultimately."
Callisto
"Idiot."
Krycek
He stared at her. "Wow, thanks, that's helpful," he said finally, voice flat. "What the hell else was I supposed to do?"
Callisto
"Ask to go with him, maybe?" Callisto said. "At least you know he's leaving, have that opportunity. It's more than I got."
Krycek
Krycek shook his head, looking down at his lap. "He didn't argue and he never asked. I don't want to go begging when he's got everything worked out already."
Callisto
And that would be Callisto's hand flying towards the back of Krycek's head. "And you think being alone is that much better? Because it's not."
Krycek
He grit his teeth as he rubbed the back of his head. "I'm not saying it's better, I just don't want a big teary goodbye when his dad brings him home to inherit the family business," he protested.
Callisto
"Which wouldn't happen if you asked," Callisto pointed out. "The worst he could do is say no. Which is lot better than filling your head with lies about wanting to be with you, false promises about being there for you, then tossing you aside like garbage so he can frak someone else to one-up Angelus."
Krycek
Krycek cocked an eyebrow slightly as she finished, realizing the subject encompassed more than just himself and Jake. "And you haven't killed him yet?"
Callisto
Callisto looked at her feet. "I've wanted to," she said, barely above a whisper. "Wanted to tear out his heart so he can watch me stake it. But I can't. It would destroy me. Even more than he has already."
Krycek
"So what are you doing out there?" He watched her, lowering his own voice somewhat, almost gentle. "Torturing yourself? Waiting for him to come to his senses?"
Callisto
"Like I said, being alone isn't better. Besides, it's not like I had anywhere else to go, anything worthwhile to go back to," she said. She looked up at Krycek. "And I love him. Even if I was never anything more than a whore in his eyes. Something to be used and discarded without a second thought."
Trona
After about fifteen Faster Than Light (FTL) jumps, the spacecraft stopped jumping and just flew through beautiful, empty space for a little while.
Trona hadn't been looking forward to this, but she couldn't go where she needed to with all these kids if they didn't know what they were facing. She turned away from the control panels, she'd put the raider on an auto-pilot of sorts, and addressed the group.
"What I said when we were dirtside wasn't strictly true." She said with a carefully controlled face. "Your girl and I are not cousins. We are related in a sense but not in the way you thought. Your girl isn't what she thinks she is, whether she is who she thinks she is?" Trona shrugged. "That's entirely up to her."
"Point is, she's not precisely human. She can bleed, heal, feel, think for herself, do everything a human may do, and more. She is the latest in a long line of a proud race called Cylon." Trona paused to see if that met any reaction before going forward.
Sam
"The hell she is," Sam said, trying not to be horrified. Nothing she remembered Lee or Eighth telling her about Cylons was good. "She's not a cyborg."
And then she remembered how easily Eighth had duped her and cast a worried look at D'anna.
Molly
Molly looked from Trona to D'anna and then at Sam. "What's the big deal?" she asked. "One of my best friends back home is part robot."
Trona
"Yes, she is." Trona sighed as she first addressed Sam then Molly. She wasn't as harsh with this as she'd been with everything else. "Like I said, she has no idea, what so frakking ever. She was raised human. As far as I can tell? She doesn't remember a goddamn thing about her origins. And the big deal is generally speaking? Cylons hate Humans. Despise, loathe, etc. If it were up to most, there would be no such thing as a Human."
"Your girl isn't like most Cylons," She continued, "and that's another problem entirely. When a Cylon's body gives out, dies, their soul or consciousness moves on to another body exactly like the one they'd had before. Minus any interesting tattoos, scars, piercings or... experiences. Their mind, soul, emotions, are the same, but the rest is all new."
Krycek
Krycek frowned as Trona explained, though the concept wasn't entirely unfamiliar - was, in fact, entirely too familiar in some ways. "So if she's a Cylon, are you one too? Is that why you look alike, the same make or model or whatever?"
Trona
"Something like that. They call us by our model number, Three. I prefer to be called Trona, thanks." She smirked. "Speaking of me, now we come to my involvement, at least in part."
"When we die, it's called downloading. All that makes us, non-physically, who we are, goes back to what is known as a Resurrection Ship to help us return to a new body. We... are not the products of interpersonal reproduction, much as it is preferred, and so a body waits until there is a spirit in need, and one of us is reborn."
"Trouble is? If anyone realizes that your girl has had certain experiences, certain feelings? She may never be allowed to return. Ever. She will be lost to you, to all of us, forever. Her memories will be placed into cold storage. She will become what we call 'Boxed'. The worst fate anyone could bestow on us..."
Sam
"Which experiences are those?" Sam asked, though she had her suspicions. "What can't we tell people we know, so we don't endanger her?"
Trona
"She gives a damn about humans, loves them even, has gone so far as to have been in love with one at one time or another," Trona didn't tell them she knew who and when and all that because that would involve revealing her email phishery. "The big kicker is that she knows the location of Earth, in one way or another. Not that she believes it might exist at some point, somewhere. She knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that it exists and is reachable from where we live."
Trona dug a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket and put one to her lips. "They would kill for that information."
Callisto
Callisto had tensed at the mention of even more people who looked like them, and it hadn't gone away at all. "Sounds like they're already planning to."
Molly
Molly had been looking at D'anna during most of the explanation. She didn't care about cyborgs who might want to invade Earth. Who knew if the Earth these cylons went to would affect one of the versions or realities that any of them called home. If they came to Fandom, she would worry about it then. All she knew right now was that D'anna was dying and there was a chance to save her.
She looked up at Trona. "So, we have to get her to this resurrection ship thingy without any of the other robot people finding her?"
Trona
"Exactly." Trona answered. "There's a ship at the furthest reach of our territory that I think we might be able to slip into quietly. If she passes before we get there, the jig's up."
Janet
Cylons sounded like the Asgard's slightly less gray cousins, at least in method of reproduction. The fact that her own consciousness had been stored and then put back into a new body-- Janet ruthlessly quashed a shudder and looked evenly at Trona. "Keep her alive however it takes until we get into range of the resurrection ship, then let her go?" Janet nodded. "I guess that's my job, then."
Sam
"You betcha," Sam, as usual, had absolute faith in Janet's skills as a doctor. "Anything I can do to make this go faster? Or that you can do?" She asked Trona, already developing the idea that D'anna needed to be protected and nurtured--she could be the key to splitting the cylons
Trona
"You and I can take this thing off auto and fire up the FTL." Trona said. "The faster we can jump, the faster we can reach the ship."
Sam
."Just tell me how," Sam stood up, happy to finally be able to do something useful. "I've never seen mechanics like these before, so I need your help." She'd have loved to do a full analysis, but there just wasn't time.
She glanced at D'anna again, even more worried.
Janet
"Her vital signs are weakening steadily," said Janet, her voice tight. "Anything you can do would help, Sam."
Molly
Molly hadn't moved far from D'anna. Picking up one of D's hands, she looked at Janet. "Is there anything I can do?" she asked in a quiet voice.
Janet
"We can't save her. Not this body. I'm sorry, Molly." Janet's voice was quiet as she met Molly's eyes. "But we can make sure she doesn't die alone."
Molly
Molly just nodded. She knew that. She really did. She settled into a more comfortable position and held on to D'anna's hand.
Krycek
Krycek watched as D'anna faded, silent and solemn. If they got within range, he'd do anything possible to make sure she didn't get Boxed, but until then all he could do was wait with the rest.
[ooc: NFB. Pre-played with bruser_in_pink, janet_fraiser, carter_i_am , krycek_rat, and psycho_barbie. Code gakked from the most awesome needsaparrot. Closed. Thanks.]