Fic: Thus Shall it Come to Pass - Chapter 3
Title: Thus Shall it Come to Pass
Author: NightSpank
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Character Focus: Kara Thrace (primary), Cylon Model #7, Ellen Tigh, Lee Adama (secondaries)
Flags: Gen
Spoilers: Through 415: No Exit. Diverges from the main series there, although this may include some aspects of future episodes that I accurately predicted.
Summary: When Ellen returns to the Galactica, she brings many revelations - and Kara Thrace is at the center of them all.
Chapter Three
Hera Agathon had been having visions since she was born.
Or, well, perhaps that's not the best way to put it. For all she knew, she could have been having her visions since she was conceived, dreamlike visions in the safety of her mother's womb, not able to comprehend the meaning behind the vivid images she saw. She had no way of knowing.
But she knew about the visions she was having now.
They were the same night after night, she would walk down that same carpeted hallway, descend the same flight of velvet covered stairs, stop in front of the huge double door lit up brightly by the chandeliers. And then the Cylon lady they called 'Caprica' would get to her, and she and that odd scientist would pick her up and walk through the doors.
It was odd, though. She had gone through the doors multiple times, yet she could not remember what she saw behind them.
If she did, in fact, see anything behind them.
Her mommy was scared whenever she woke up, came to Hera's bedside and held her closely, rocking her back and forth and mumbling something she couldn't hear. Hera wanted to tell her mommy, It's okay, I can't see anything behind the doors, anyway.
But her half-Cylon half-Human brain was inconsistent. Even though she was not yet three, she could understand her mother's worry, was able to think the reassuring words she wanted to say. But she couldn't express them.
She could only silently hug her back.
--
By mid-afternoon, Kara was standing in the CIC for her first shift as the Admiral.
The shock of the knowledge that she had command over every single person in the room around her seemed to wake her up completely and she focused her attention on each person in turn, trying to commit his or her name and position to memory. Yet, even if she didn't feel tired anymore, she still was, and her mind was fuzzy in recollecting the details.
"Sir."
She blinked for a moment before looking up to see Tigh smirking at her from across the main table under the DRADIS console, him finding much humor in the delay before what he said finally got her attention.
"Yes?" she asked impatiently.
He held the corded phone over to her. "Call from the President."
Rolling her eyes at the formailities, she grabbed the phone and stated, "Admiral."
The chuckle at the other end annoyed her further, as did Lee's greeting of, "I see you're getting used to it."
After a moment, she finally asked, with a tinge of sarcasm, "What is it, Mister President?"
She ignored Tigh's chuckles as he shook his head to walk over to Hoshi's station, pretending to observe the monitors.
"I was thinking we should discuss the separation of our roles in the fleet," Lee suggested.
Blinking again she asked, "Like what?"
"Well, dad and Mada- and Laura... They had an agreement. Military decisions stayed with dad. Everything else went to Laura."
She smiled. "So, even though I'm the Admiral, you still outrank me, huh?"
Another soft chuckle sounded over the line and he quietly responded, "Of course."
--
Boomer pulled the Raptor out of the jump to find themselves in a very dark and desolate area of space. However, when she commenced a DRADIS sweep, she realized that there was a star not far off, one that they somehow couldn't see the light from. When she looked at the DRADIS again and examined it closely, looked at their position relative to the star that they couldn't see, she noticed that there was a planet directly blocking its light from reaching the Raptor.
They had jumped into a blind spot.
But before she could turn to face the front of the Raptor to accuse Ellen of taking them to the middle of nowhere, the elder Cylon had already begun to speak.
"You have some sort of plan, don't you?" Ellen asked. "That's what John kept telling me."
Boomer nodded stiffly, "We do."
Smiling firmly, Ellen gazed outside before pointing at what appeared to be nothing. "We always had a plan, too. But it was different than yours is."
Boomer made her way to the front of the Raptor and squinted as she stared out of the large window. A few stars blinked against the dark backdrop of black, but as her gaze followed the direction in which Ellen was pointing, she noticed a small blot of space where there weren't any stars blinking.
"That's where we're going," Ellen declared.
Shaking her head, Boomer argued, "There's nothing there. For all I know, you're leading me to a black hole. There's no resurrection, I wouldn't come back."
Ellen responded, "You can trust me. There's something there you need to see."
While still skeptical, Boomer's curiosity got the better of her - she was always the type of person who wanted to see things, but not necessarily to admit to them - and she reluctantly sat down in the pilot's seat and began to maneuver the ship closer to the place where no stars could be seen.
--
A few hours later, Kara was leaning heavily on the table in order to keep herself upright. The past few weeks of little sleep were taking its toll, and she had never had to stand this long in one place when she was the CAG.
Even worse, it was... boring.
Nothing was happening out there. The new CAG had taken the first CAP with some of the Cylon pilots and they were flying circles around the fleet, but there was no sight of the enemy ships in any direction. It was calm, peaceful.
Her hands were almost twitching when she heard the voices of the pilots over the intercom, her fingers subconsciously reaching out to touch the controls she didn't have in front of her. She had been a pilot for so long, had flown with these people and had fought with these people and now she was stuck in a room with no windows and only a beeping DRADIS screen to see by.
When she accepted the promotion, she did so because the Old Man had asked her. It was as simple as that. She hadn't thought about what she would have to do, what the job would be like. But she still wasn't expecting, well, this.
Part of her - a small part, mind you - hoped that the enemy Cylons would jump in so that she could make some grand orders with an impromptu and out of the box plan that she'd come up with in the seconds they had before their destruction. And then the other part of her reminded her that they would probably all die if that happened, so it really wasn't something she should be hoping for.
But then the DRADIS beeped anyway, two unidentified contacts.
Her first instinct was to look up at the monitor above her head, which told her nothing, as always. Tigh's announcement of Action Stations got her energized and focused, though, and she looked over to Hoshi.
"Get me some frakking information, here!" she ordered.
Blinking timidly, he almost jumped in his seat in surprise at the harsh tone of the order and he stumbled over his words. "Ad-Admiral, all I know is that that I don't know what they are."
Tigh chuckled, "Shoot first, ask questions later?"
Kara glared back at him. "No. We need to find what they are. They're not showing up on DRADIS as the enemy."
"Still nothing," Hoshi interrupted.
Straightening up, Kara ordered the communications officer - whatever his name was, she couldn't remember right now - "Get me the closest pilot."
After a nod and a moment, the officer looked over, "Connected to Hotdog."
Kara grabbed the phone receiver almost violently and asked in a demanding tone, "What do you see?"
Through the crackling line, she could barely hear him, but he stated, "Uh... I think... A Heavy Raider and a Colonial Raptor?"
"You 'think'?" she asked in exasperation. Her first crisis and it was already not going well. "I'm not asking you what you think, I'm asking you what you see. Take those little things in your head called your eyes and use them!"
About ten seconds later, he exclaimed, "Yes! Yes, a heavy Raider and a Colonial Raptor. Admiral, what are your orders?"
The Raptor was probably left behind on New Caprica and the Cylons picked it up, so it wasn't exactly an indication of a friendly. In fact, the possibility was larger that it was a trick instead, a way to get the Cylons boarding Galactica by posing as an ally. She wouldn't fall for that.
But if it was...
She looked up at the Communications Officer again. "Get me the Raptor."
"What are you doing, Kara? It's the other Cylons," Tigh hissed at her.
Since she now outranked him, she decided to ignore him and instead picked up the phone again. Into the receiver, she declared, "This is Admiral Thrace of the Colonial Fleet. Requesting identification."
There was a pause on the other end before a surprised voice asked, "Is Bill all right?"
Tigh looked up in surprise. Without any warning, he walked over to Kara and snatched the phone from her hands.
"Ellen?"
"Saul!" Ellen exclaimed. "Yes. Boomer's with me, too. Requesting permission to land."
Taking the phone from Tigh's hand, Kara set it on the table and hissed to him in a low voice, "I know you want to see Ellen, but Boomer shot the Old Man. Remember? I can't let her dock."
At that moment, then, Adama walked into CIC casually, his dress blues not completely buttoned up. He chuckled at the scene in front of him. "First crisis and you're already arguing? Sitrep."
Kara opened her mouth to speak, but Tigh cut her off, "A Raptor and a Heavy Raider jumped in with Ellen and Boomer -"
"It'd be a security risk to the fleet to let Boomer board Galactica," she interrupted.
Adama nodded, "It would be. But we also could use Ellen if she's regained her memories from before. It's your call, Admiral."
She glanced back up to the DRADIS screen again, seeing what seemed to be a still picture, none of the ships moving. Her fingers twisted together on the table as she made her first decision. After a moment, she looked over at Tigh to give out the order.
"Get the Landing Bay empty of all machinery and personnel."
Tigh looked over at her then in surprise. "Sir?"
"Then, tell them to dock."
Author: NightSpank
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Character Focus: Kara Thrace (primary), Cylon Model #7, Ellen Tigh, Lee Adama (secondaries)
Flags: Gen
Spoilers: Through 415: No Exit. Diverges from the main series there, although this may include some aspects of future episodes that I accurately predicted.
Summary: When Ellen returns to the Galactica, she brings many revelations - and Kara Thrace is at the center of them all.
Chapter Three
Hera Agathon had been having visions since she was born.
Or, well, perhaps that's not the best way to put it. For all she knew, she could have been having her visions since she was conceived, dreamlike visions in the safety of her mother's womb, not able to comprehend the meaning behind the vivid images she saw. She had no way of knowing.
But she knew about the visions she was having now.
They were the same night after night, she would walk down that same carpeted hallway, descend the same flight of velvet covered stairs, stop in front of the huge double door lit up brightly by the chandeliers. And then the Cylon lady they called 'Caprica' would get to her, and she and that odd scientist would pick her up and walk through the doors.
It was odd, though. She had gone through the doors multiple times, yet she could not remember what she saw behind them.
If she did, in fact, see anything behind them.
Her mommy was scared whenever she woke up, came to Hera's bedside and held her closely, rocking her back and forth and mumbling something she couldn't hear. Hera wanted to tell her mommy, It's okay, I can't see anything behind the doors, anyway.
But her half-Cylon half-Human brain was inconsistent. Even though she was not yet three, she could understand her mother's worry, was able to think the reassuring words she wanted to say. But she couldn't express them.
She could only silently hug her back.
--
By mid-afternoon, Kara was standing in the CIC for her first shift as the Admiral.
The shock of the knowledge that she had command over every single person in the room around her seemed to wake her up completely and she focused her attention on each person in turn, trying to commit his or her name and position to memory. Yet, even if she didn't feel tired anymore, she still was, and her mind was fuzzy in recollecting the details.
"Sir."
She blinked for a moment before looking up to see Tigh smirking at her from across the main table under the DRADIS console, him finding much humor in the delay before what he said finally got her attention.
"Yes?" she asked impatiently.
He held the corded phone over to her. "Call from the President."
Rolling her eyes at the formailities, she grabbed the phone and stated, "Admiral."
The chuckle at the other end annoyed her further, as did Lee's greeting of, "I see you're getting used to it."
After a moment, she finally asked, with a tinge of sarcasm, "What is it, Mister President?"
She ignored Tigh's chuckles as he shook his head to walk over to Hoshi's station, pretending to observe the monitors.
"I was thinking we should discuss the separation of our roles in the fleet," Lee suggested.
Blinking again she asked, "Like what?"
"Well, dad and Mada- and Laura... They had an agreement. Military decisions stayed with dad. Everything else went to Laura."
She smiled. "So, even though I'm the Admiral, you still outrank me, huh?"
Another soft chuckle sounded over the line and he quietly responded, "Of course."
--
Boomer pulled the Raptor out of the jump to find themselves in a very dark and desolate area of space. However, when she commenced a DRADIS sweep, she realized that there was a star not far off, one that they somehow couldn't see the light from. When she looked at the DRADIS again and examined it closely, looked at their position relative to the star that they couldn't see, she noticed that there was a planet directly blocking its light from reaching the Raptor.
They had jumped into a blind spot.
But before she could turn to face the front of the Raptor to accuse Ellen of taking them to the middle of nowhere, the elder Cylon had already begun to speak.
"You have some sort of plan, don't you?" Ellen asked. "That's what John kept telling me."
Boomer nodded stiffly, "We do."
Smiling firmly, Ellen gazed outside before pointing at what appeared to be nothing. "We always had a plan, too. But it was different than yours is."
Boomer made her way to the front of the Raptor and squinted as she stared out of the large window. A few stars blinked against the dark backdrop of black, but as her gaze followed the direction in which Ellen was pointing, she noticed a small blot of space where there weren't any stars blinking.
"That's where we're going," Ellen declared.
Shaking her head, Boomer argued, "There's nothing there. For all I know, you're leading me to a black hole. There's no resurrection, I wouldn't come back."
Ellen responded, "You can trust me. There's something there you need to see."
While still skeptical, Boomer's curiosity got the better of her - she was always the type of person who wanted to see things, but not necessarily to admit to them - and she reluctantly sat down in the pilot's seat and began to maneuver the ship closer to the place where no stars could be seen.
--
A few hours later, Kara was leaning heavily on the table in order to keep herself upright. The past few weeks of little sleep were taking its toll, and she had never had to stand this long in one place when she was the CAG.
Even worse, it was... boring.
Nothing was happening out there. The new CAG had taken the first CAP with some of the Cylon pilots and they were flying circles around the fleet, but there was no sight of the enemy ships in any direction. It was calm, peaceful.
Her hands were almost twitching when she heard the voices of the pilots over the intercom, her fingers subconsciously reaching out to touch the controls she didn't have in front of her. She had been a pilot for so long, had flown with these people and had fought with these people and now she was stuck in a room with no windows and only a beeping DRADIS screen to see by.
When she accepted the promotion, she did so because the Old Man had asked her. It was as simple as that. She hadn't thought about what she would have to do, what the job would be like. But she still wasn't expecting, well, this.
Part of her - a small part, mind you - hoped that the enemy Cylons would jump in so that she could make some grand orders with an impromptu and out of the box plan that she'd come up with in the seconds they had before their destruction. And then the other part of her reminded her that they would probably all die if that happened, so it really wasn't something she should be hoping for.
But then the DRADIS beeped anyway, two unidentified contacts.
Her first instinct was to look up at the monitor above her head, which told her nothing, as always. Tigh's announcement of Action Stations got her energized and focused, though, and she looked over to Hoshi.
"Get me some frakking information, here!" she ordered.
Blinking timidly, he almost jumped in his seat in surprise at the harsh tone of the order and he stumbled over his words. "Ad-Admiral, all I know is that that I don't know what they are."
Tigh chuckled, "Shoot first, ask questions later?"
Kara glared back at him. "No. We need to find what they are. They're not showing up on DRADIS as the enemy."
"Still nothing," Hoshi interrupted.
Straightening up, Kara ordered the communications officer - whatever his name was, she couldn't remember right now - "Get me the closest pilot."
After a nod and a moment, the officer looked over, "Connected to Hotdog."
Kara grabbed the phone receiver almost violently and asked in a demanding tone, "What do you see?"
Through the crackling line, she could barely hear him, but he stated, "Uh... I think... A Heavy Raider and a Colonial Raptor?"
"You 'think'?" she asked in exasperation. Her first crisis and it was already not going well. "I'm not asking you what you think, I'm asking you what you see. Take those little things in your head called your eyes and use them!"
About ten seconds later, he exclaimed, "Yes! Yes, a heavy Raider and a Colonial Raptor. Admiral, what are your orders?"
The Raptor was probably left behind on New Caprica and the Cylons picked it up, so it wasn't exactly an indication of a friendly. In fact, the possibility was larger that it was a trick instead, a way to get the Cylons boarding Galactica by posing as an ally. She wouldn't fall for that.
But if it was...
She looked up at the Communications Officer again. "Get me the Raptor."
"What are you doing, Kara? It's the other Cylons," Tigh hissed at her.
Since she now outranked him, she decided to ignore him and instead picked up the phone again. Into the receiver, she declared, "This is Admiral Thrace of the Colonial Fleet. Requesting identification."
There was a pause on the other end before a surprised voice asked, "Is Bill all right?"
Tigh looked up in surprise. Without any warning, he walked over to Kara and snatched the phone from her hands.
"Ellen?"
"Saul!" Ellen exclaimed. "Yes. Boomer's with me, too. Requesting permission to land."
Taking the phone from Tigh's hand, Kara set it on the table and hissed to him in a low voice, "I know you want to see Ellen, but Boomer shot the Old Man. Remember? I can't let her dock."
At that moment, then, Adama walked into CIC casually, his dress blues not completely buttoned up. He chuckled at the scene in front of him. "First crisis and you're already arguing? Sitrep."
Kara opened her mouth to speak, but Tigh cut her off, "A Raptor and a Heavy Raider jumped in with Ellen and Boomer -"
"It'd be a security risk to the fleet to let Boomer board Galactica," she interrupted.
Adama nodded, "It would be. But we also could use Ellen if she's regained her memories from before. It's your call, Admiral."
She glanced back up to the DRADIS screen again, seeing what seemed to be a still picture, none of the ships moving. Her fingers twisted together on the table as she made her first decision. After a moment, she looked over at Tigh to give out the order.
"Get the Landing Bay empty of all machinery and personnel."
Tigh looked over at her then in surprise. "Sir?"
"Then, tell them to dock."