Epoch of night 11-12
Fic: Epoch of Night 11-12
Author Aeryn Ryker
Disclaimers in previous posts.
Alas, all things must come to an end. so here it is...the end. However, i do have a semi-finished version of a sequel, if a few of you want to read it, i'll get serious about it. Acutally....I'll probably do it anyway, but demand will get it done faster. Thanks to all you guys who sent feedback, keep it coming!
Chapter 11 Battlestar Galactica
Nyx had made it back alive, much to her surprised satisfaction. She had been onboard for just a few minutes when she was called into the CIC. Adama looked at her with shock, glad to see her alive.
“This is twice in one day I thought you either had died or might die. You’re not planning on making this an ongoing occurrence are you, Nyx?” Adama asked, after she had saluted him.
“I’m really hoping not, sir.” She replied earnestly.
“Good. You sure you don’t want to remain CAG?” he asked hopefully. “You did a damn fine job just then. I would be proud to have you.”
“Sir, I don’t think I could take the pressure, to be honest. I don’t want their lives in my hands. I’m too old for that kind of thing.”
“Too old?!? You’re more than half my age!” He smiled.
“Yes Sir and I don’t know how you do what you do. Now if that Military Advisor gig is still open, I would love to carry out my duty as an officer of this ship on the Colonial One.” She smiled back at him, combing her hand through her sweaty hair.
“Ready to leave the Galactica so soon, huh?”
“I have a feeling I’ll be spending plenty of time on her, Sir. I’m just better suited…” she started.
“I know, I know. I’ve heard your persuasive speeches, remember? I agree. So, if Roslin agrees to take you on, you are welcome to do so. However,” he emphasized the word. “You are to remain CAG until we are safely out of harms way, a least for a while. I don’t want the pilots to have had three CAGs in two days; they worked well under you and I want them under you until we’re out of this mess. After that, Lee will take your place, and you can move on. While your main home will be the Colonial One, assuming Roslin takes you on, you will keep a Viper there at all times. You will still be a pilot; you will still fly for this fleet. Of course you are free to step down from your rank and office right now. Twenty-four hours ago you were a civilian, Alexa. This is your final chance to go back to being just that.“ He offered, but she noticed the hopeful look in his eye.
“I always wished I had gotten to serve under you, Commander. I think this might be as good a chance as any. As Roslin’s advisor, as well as body guard, I would love to fly a Viper again. Protecting this fleet, the people, and the President are duties I would be honored to take on, sir.” She saluted again.
“Bodyguard?” He questioned.
“With a mouth like hers, don’t you think she’s going to need one?” she asked, innocently. She would have to remember the teasing comment to use on Roslin later.
“Go get a blue uniform, Nyx. Funeral is in fifteen minutes. You can ask Roslin now if you’d like, as to whether or not she wants you; she’ll be here for a funeral.” Adama had no idea what that last sentence really meant to her.
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“By the Gods, you do look good in uniform.” Came a soft voice from behind, followed by arms encircling her waist. She jumped in surprise. She had just changed into a formal blue uniform and was folding up her flight suit.
They were again alone in the uniform storage room. Nyx hadn’t heard her come in, or shut the hatch behind her; she had been too busy praying.
“Did I startle you?” Roslin asked, worried.
“I was just…praying.” She replied, turning around in the older woman’s arms. “Thanking the Gods for allowing me the chance to hold you again.” She wrapped her arms around the red head and kissed her.
Nyx became breathless, heady, with want as there lips met. She calmed herself to an extent, it was just battle lust, but she couldn’t get over how good it felt to kiss Roslin. She pulled away before she became too carried away. Her lips, her tongue, her taste; it was all too much for Nyx at that moment.
“I thought you didn’t pray.” Roslin whispered.
“I don’t, but I’ve never had anything worth praying for. I never needed to think of someone other than myself.”
“Are you ok?” Roslin asked softly.
“I just needed to sit and think for a minute. When did you get here?” she asked.
“About two minutes after the Galactica jumped. Adama called me to come to the funeral; I was on a transport before he finished his invitation.” Roslin explained.
“You want to know the terms of my advisement position, that is if you still want me?” She questioned.
“Of course I want you, as my advisor. What do you have to do?” she said, still holding Nyx around the waist.
“I have to remain on acting duty as a Viper pilot and I will remain as CAG until the fleet has reached some semblance of momentary safety.”
“What does momentary safety mean, exactly?” Roslin asked, raising an eyebrow.
“It means whenever the Old Man feels like giving it to Lee. For whatever reason he’s putting it off. He used the excuse of too many CAG’s in too few of days, but I don’t know. It won’t be long, though.” Nyx reassured.
“Are you ready for the funeral; I’m not really sure how to act around all the military there is going to be there.” Roslin admitted.
“You’ll just be standing there, you’re not going to be asked to give a speech or anything. Just act normal; normal for a funeral anyway.”
Nyx moved to walk out but Roslin grabbed her hand. Roslin pulled her towards herself, and wrapped Nyx in another hug. Nyx embraced her warmly. “You’re not with me yet, Lex. I just want to cherish the few moments we’re going to have together till you’re with me full time.”
Roslin’s words brought tears to her eyes. “I could really fall for you, Laura.”
“That’s good, because I think I’m already there.”
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Nyx stood at attention by her fellow pilots; on her left side was Roslin, also standing at attention in respect to the fallen. Behind her, row upon row of the Galactica’s crew; in front of her, row upon row of body bags lain out in front of them, draped with their respective Colonial flag. All remains of what was to be a museum had been taken away; the Vipers put back into use, the old Cylons air locked out of anger. The priestess Elosha stood holding the Sacred Scroll, surrounded by the 12 flag’s of each Colony. Nyx felt a sense of honor standing here; standing beside her squadron and her president. She knew her choice to rejoin the military had been the right one. This was where she belonged.
No one spoke as Elosha began to pray. No one bowed their heads or closed their eyes either. They stood, looking at the body bags; finding a flag that matched their own Colony and cried inside. No one would ever see their homes again; their homes were as dead as the bodies in front of them.
“Lords of Kobol, hear our humble prayer.” Elosha began her voice strong but soft. “It is with heavy hearts we lift up their bodies to you, oh Lords of Kobol in the knowledge that you will take from them their burdens and give them life eternal. We also pray that you will look upon us now with mercy and love just as you did upon our forefathers many years ago. Just as you led the twelve tribes from Kobol, so now we hope and pray you will lead us to a new home where we may begin life anew. So say we all.” She finishes, and the quiet recur of the words, “so saw we all,” said not in disrespect or boredom, but in misery and gut wrenching depression, and yet some how devoid of all emotion.
Everyone stood quiet, stood still and just stared. Out of the corner of her eye, Nyx saw Adama step out and turn around to face his crew.
“So say we all.” He said loudly.
Heads turn in his direction, and again the words are repeated with distant emotion.
“So say we all!” He repeated, even louder.
The crew stands up just a little straighter and again repeated the words, just a little louder but still lacking emotion.
“So. Say. We. All!” He almost yells, walking along his crew, looking at each of the faces. When he reaches the end of the line of men and women, he starts walking along the deceased.
Finally the repeat of the words was called back in earnest.
“Are they the lucky ones?” He asks, and the question startles everyone. He continues; his voice strong as he walks among his fallen crew. “That’s the question you’re all asking yourselves, isn’t it? You will never see home again, your families and friends are dead! Were they the lucky ones? We are a long way from home. We are way past he red line and have found ourselves in uncharted territory. None of us ever imagined this, none of us asked for this, but this is where we are. We have limited supplies, limited fuel, no allies, no hope, and no homes. You’re thinking it would have been better if you had just died on the Colonies with the rest of them. It would have been faster, less painful. It would be better to die quickly in the arms of our families than to die slowly engulfed by the empty, cold of space.” He stops walking and looks at his crew; their faces fallen as they take in what he said. Nyx had no idea where he was going with his speech, but she hoped it would get better soon.
“Where will we go?” He says waking down the center isle of bodies. “’Life here, began out there.’ Those are the first words of the Sacred Scroll, the first words the Lords of Kobol given to us countless centuries ago, and the first words each boy and girl is taught from the Scroll. Those words were seared into us as children, and now here we are as adults. Grown men and women living those words as if they were written for us. Our lives are just now beginning; out there. Those words tell us in explicit terms we are not alone.” Heads nodded all around Nyx in understanding. She remembered being taught those words; believing them.
He turned to the priestess. “Elosha, the Scrolls speak of a Thirteenth Colony, do they not?”
“Yes.” She affirmed. “The Scroll tells us a Thirteenth Tribe left Kobol in the Early Days. They traveled far and made their home on a planet called Earth. It circled a distant and unknown star.”
“It’s not ‘unknown.’” He stated firmly, looking at the old women intently. He looked back at the crowd and paused. “I know where it is!”
Nyx stood amazed at what he had just said. She stared at him, disbelieving. She snuck a glance at Roslin, sharing the same look. He’s lying! She thought to her self. She didn’t know how she knew, but she would swear an oath he was.
“Earth” He said confidently. “The most guarded secret we have. The location is only known by the most senior officers of the Fleet. We dared not share it with the public while the Cylons still posed a threat. For now, we have a refuge to go to! A refuge the Cylons know nothing of!”
Heads looked around in utter confusion but focused attention when Adama began to speak again, hanging on his every word.
“It won’t be easy. The journey will be long, and hard. But I promise you one thing. On the memory of those laying here before you, we will find it. And Earth will become our new home!” He finished, emphasizing the word ‘home.’
“So say we all!” He cried out, as the room remained silent.
The words were repeated loudly.
“So say we all!” He yelled, his voice horse.
The words were shouted back, each voice as loud as their Commanders’.
“So! Say! We! All!” He yelled even louder.
The call back was almost deafening, and Nyx could see a small smile of faith on a few of the pilots beside her.
Adama took his place back in line beside Roslin. “So say we all,” he said quietly.
Elosha closed the Scroll, and nodded her head. “So say we all.”
Adama again took a step forward and turned around to his crew for the last time. “Dismissed!”
The crew erupted in the shouts and calls for their Commander. At least for the moment, their hope had been given back to them. Their hope was now real. They clapped and hugged and smiled. Their false hope depressed Nyx.
Nyx looked at Roslin, but the president said it before the younger woman could. “We need to talk.”
“Follow me.” Nyx said, nodding her head towards the door.
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For the third time that day they entered the uniform storage room.
“I need one final piece of uniform. I have got to get out of this formal garb.” She said, taking off the sash and unbuttoning the jacket.
“So…” Roslin started, “Was it just me, or was Adama utterly full of shit?” Her facial expression was unreadable.
“You caught that too, huh?” Nyx said folding the jacket up and setting it on a chair. Her tank and shirt all she wore underneath.
“Twenty years in politics, I’ve worked under the frakking President and never have I heard a single word uttered about Earth.” She started pacing, irritated at the lie.
“Adama’s smart. The Sacred Scroll does mention it; he’s got that going for him.” Nyx pointed out.
“Yes, but he just lied to the entire fleet. This is going to get out. Sooner or later the people are going to find out it was all a lie and then we’re going to have a rebellion on our hands.”
“Either that or we’ll actually find earth.” Nyx said, seriously. She took her blue slacks off and traded them for a pair of green cargo fatigues. She slipped her boots back on and tied them quickly.
“What are you talking about?” Roslin asked, stunned.
“What if it’s real? Granted, Adama certainly doesn’t know where it actually is but he has a good thing going. We believe in the Gods. We grew up learning the Scroll, why should we question it? All I know is that I should have died to day and I didn’t. My ship lost power and I should have been shot down, but I wasn’t. Why? Maybe it was because this girl just happened to be there to save my ass. But for the first time in a very long time I prayed in earnest to the Gods and what I prayed for came true. Why should I now disrespect their teachings? Again, Adama just gave fifty thousand people false hope, but who knows what we might find out there, Laura?” She said, putting her arms around the president.
“You’re beginning to sound like a religious zealot. But, you’re right.”
“I love the sound of those words.” She said, lightening the subject.
“Seriously though, as my new advisor, I suggest we go talk to Adama.”
“I agree. Just remember, don’t get angry or raise your voice if you don’t have to.” Nyx advised.
“What makes you think I’m going to?” Roslin raised an eyebrow.
“Because you have a mouth one you,” She said, remembering what she had told Adama earlier. “That mouth is the sole reason you actually need a bodyguard.” She winked, but Roslin slapped her shoulder playfully.
“I can’t believe you said that,” She mocked anger. “For your information, this mouth can do more things than just piss people off.”
“Oh, that’s good to hear. That will make my job a lot easier then.” Nyx replied.
Roslin shut her up with a kiss that Nyx accepted immediately.
“You know, when we go to talk to Adama.” Nyx said, pulling back. ”Let me do some of the talking.”
“But you said you had no place to talk between your commanding officer and the president.”
“So you were listening?” Roslin rolled her eyes but nodded her head. “That was before I became the official advisor and go-between girl for the president and the military. It’s my job to advise the both of you of the goings-on of the other. I’m not going to get my self thrown into the brig if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“But aren’t you still CAG?” Roslin asked, a bit confused.
“You know, I’m still a bit confused about my position in this universe right now, but I’m thinking I can play both for the time being. Let me be the one against the commander. We wouldn’t want him hating you by the end of the first day, now would we?” She smirked.
“I’d say it’s already too late.”
Nyx rolled her eyes.
Chapter 12-Battlestar Galactica
“Sir, do you have a moment?” Nyx asked, entering the Commanders room.
“Anything for you, Alexa.” Adama replied, turning around he realized Roslin was also standing in the room. “Sir,” He said getting up out of respect of the president.
“I was hoping the three of us could talk.” Roslin said.
“Of course, Sir. Please take a seat.” He said pointing at a couch. The two women sat down on either side so as not to look suspicious. Adama took a seat in a chair.
“Sir, I realize I’m still CAG but I was hoping I could take this time to mediate a situation between the two of you.”
“I wasn’t aware there was a ‘situation.’” Adama said, raising an eyebrow.
“First of all, I guess I should thank you for…” Roslin started, but was interrupted by the Old Man.
“You were right, I was wrong. No need to talk about it.” Nyx was stunned he admitted the fact that he was wrong.
“Sir, the reason we came.” Nyx started, feeling the tension between the two already. “Is that it is my job to advise the two of you of the best possible actions either of you can take in regards to the other? Am I correct in thinking that is part of my job description?”
“Sounds good to me. Where is this all going?” Adama replied.
“It is my duty to inform you that the President, and myself, do not believe you know where Earth is.” She sat back and got ready for the backlash.
“Is that so?” Adama sat back in his chair, surprising Nyx by not getting defensive.
“President Adar and I once had a conversation about the legends of Earth. His children were learning about it at school and we discussed the various texts that talked about it; the Sacred Scroll as well as some historical text books. President Adar was many things, but he was not a good liar. A fact I’m sure you know harmed his career more than once. He knew nothing of a secret location, let alone if it was actually real. I know that. If the president didn’t know, what are the chances you do?” Nyx cringed as Roslin put out the offending question.
“You’re right.” He repeated the surprising statement. “I made it all up; it’s all just a legend.”
Nyx spoke back up. “Then why, Commander?” She asked, already knowing the answer.
“Because it’s not enough to live, you have to have something to live for.” He said calmly, honestly. “Let it be Earth.”
Roslin crossed her arms and shook her head. “They’ll never forgive you.”
“Maybe that’s true, Madam President. But in the mean time, I’ve given all of us a fighting chance to survive. Everyone now has something to live for; to fight for. Isn’t that what you said was the most important thing; the survival of our species?” He said calmly.
“Who else knows you’re lying?” Roslin questioned.
“Not a single soul outside this room.” He said, looking at Nyx.
Roslin nodded her head in agreement. “I’ll keep your secret. But I want something in return.”
The two other people looked at Roslin curiously.
“I’m listening,” He said, diplomatically.
“If what’s left of civilization is going to function, it is going to need a government. A civilian government, run by the President of the Twelve Colonies. It’s what the people know and it’s what the people trust.”
“You’ll be in charge of the fleet, all military matters stay with me. Captain Nyx here can help us figure out everything in between.” He got up, signaling the meeting was over.
“Agreed” Roslin stood up as well, Nyx right beside her.
“Than I’ll think about it.” He said, and Nyx knew that was all they were going to get for the time being.
Adama extended his hand to the president, and she slowly took it, submitting to the agreement.
Nyx saluted Adama, and they left his quarters.
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They walked along the gangways, going nowhere in particular; talking about nothing and everything.
“So this girl that saved you, do I need to give her a medal or something?” Roslin asked.
“Not this girl. I do believe the only reason she saved me was because she thinks she has a chance.” She smirked at Roslin’s jealous posture.
“Do I need to throw her in the, whatever it was…”
“The brig?” She offered.
“Yes, I’m not big on a young girl going after my advisor.” She said seriously.
“Your ‘advisor?’” Nyx asked smiling.
“My…bodyguard?” she teased.
“As long as I’m yours it really doesn’t matter.” She said sweetly.
“You’re my Viper pilot, I think I like that one the best. All the women on the fleet are going to want a Viper pilot.” She pointed out.
“And you’ll be the first to have your very own.” Nyx laughed.
“Lex, I have no idea where this journey is going to takes us.” They both stopped walking in a quiet hallway. They looked at each other and couldn’t help but smile. “But I want to be here, with you, for as long as I can.”
“Its going to be hard, Laura, but I’m here. For as long as I’m alive, I’ll be beside you.”
“Your job could get you killed, and I could die tomorrow. But for the first time in my life, I feel like this could be a truly fulfilling relationship. Despite my title I feel like I finally found my equal. This could be really good. You’re right, it’s going to be hard, but I think we can do it. What about you?” She raised an eyebrow, but smiled.
“Hay, no young, smart ass girl is going to get in the way of what I want.”
“And what is it that you want?” She asked.
“You.”
“Oh, that was a good one.” Roslin laughed. “Major points for that one.”
“Action stations, action stations. This is not a drill. Set condition one through out the ship.” Came a voice. Light started flashing and Roslin groaned.
“Its been thirty frakking minutes. Is there ever a break?”
“No rest for the Viper pilots; no rest for the wicked.” She said, kissing Roslin’s cheek discreetly.
Nyx ran off as fast as she could, and Roslin held her breath.
Author Aeryn Ryker
Disclaimers in previous posts.
Alas, all things must come to an end. so here it is...the end. However, i do have a semi-finished version of a sequel, if a few of you want to read it, i'll get serious about it. Acutally....I'll probably do it anyway, but demand will get it done faster. Thanks to all you guys who sent feedback, keep it coming!
Chapter 11 Battlestar Galactica
Nyx had made it back alive, much to her surprised satisfaction. She had been onboard for just a few minutes when she was called into the CIC. Adama looked at her with shock, glad to see her alive.
“This is twice in one day I thought you either had died or might die. You’re not planning on making this an ongoing occurrence are you, Nyx?” Adama asked, after she had saluted him.
“I’m really hoping not, sir.” She replied earnestly.
“Good. You sure you don’t want to remain CAG?” he asked hopefully. “You did a damn fine job just then. I would be proud to have you.”
“Sir, I don’t think I could take the pressure, to be honest. I don’t want their lives in my hands. I’m too old for that kind of thing.”
“Too old?!? You’re more than half my age!” He smiled.
“Yes Sir and I don’t know how you do what you do. Now if that Military Advisor gig is still open, I would love to carry out my duty as an officer of this ship on the Colonial One.” She smiled back at him, combing her hand through her sweaty hair.
“Ready to leave the Galactica so soon, huh?”
“I have a feeling I’ll be spending plenty of time on her, Sir. I’m just better suited…” she started.
“I know, I know. I’ve heard your persuasive speeches, remember? I agree. So, if Roslin agrees to take you on, you are welcome to do so. However,” he emphasized the word. “You are to remain CAG until we are safely out of harms way, a least for a while. I don’t want the pilots to have had three CAGs in two days; they worked well under you and I want them under you until we’re out of this mess. After that, Lee will take your place, and you can move on. While your main home will be the Colonial One, assuming Roslin takes you on, you will keep a Viper there at all times. You will still be a pilot; you will still fly for this fleet. Of course you are free to step down from your rank and office right now. Twenty-four hours ago you were a civilian, Alexa. This is your final chance to go back to being just that.“ He offered, but she noticed the hopeful look in his eye.
“I always wished I had gotten to serve under you, Commander. I think this might be as good a chance as any. As Roslin’s advisor, as well as body guard, I would love to fly a Viper again. Protecting this fleet, the people, and the President are duties I would be honored to take on, sir.” She saluted again.
“Bodyguard?” He questioned.
“With a mouth like hers, don’t you think she’s going to need one?” she asked, innocently. She would have to remember the teasing comment to use on Roslin later.
“Go get a blue uniform, Nyx. Funeral is in fifteen minutes. You can ask Roslin now if you’d like, as to whether or not she wants you; she’ll be here for a funeral.” Adama had no idea what that last sentence really meant to her.
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“By the Gods, you do look good in uniform.” Came a soft voice from behind, followed by arms encircling her waist. She jumped in surprise. She had just changed into a formal blue uniform and was folding up her flight suit.
They were again alone in the uniform storage room. Nyx hadn’t heard her come in, or shut the hatch behind her; she had been too busy praying.
“Did I startle you?” Roslin asked, worried.
“I was just…praying.” She replied, turning around in the older woman’s arms. “Thanking the Gods for allowing me the chance to hold you again.” She wrapped her arms around the red head and kissed her.
Nyx became breathless, heady, with want as there lips met. She calmed herself to an extent, it was just battle lust, but she couldn’t get over how good it felt to kiss Roslin. She pulled away before she became too carried away. Her lips, her tongue, her taste; it was all too much for Nyx at that moment.
“I thought you didn’t pray.” Roslin whispered.
“I don’t, but I’ve never had anything worth praying for. I never needed to think of someone other than myself.”
“Are you ok?” Roslin asked softly.
“I just needed to sit and think for a minute. When did you get here?” she asked.
“About two minutes after the Galactica jumped. Adama called me to come to the funeral; I was on a transport before he finished his invitation.” Roslin explained.
“You want to know the terms of my advisement position, that is if you still want me?” She questioned.
“Of course I want you, as my advisor. What do you have to do?” she said, still holding Nyx around the waist.
“I have to remain on acting duty as a Viper pilot and I will remain as CAG until the fleet has reached some semblance of momentary safety.”
“What does momentary safety mean, exactly?” Roslin asked, raising an eyebrow.
“It means whenever the Old Man feels like giving it to Lee. For whatever reason he’s putting it off. He used the excuse of too many CAG’s in too few of days, but I don’t know. It won’t be long, though.” Nyx reassured.
“Are you ready for the funeral; I’m not really sure how to act around all the military there is going to be there.” Roslin admitted.
“You’ll just be standing there, you’re not going to be asked to give a speech or anything. Just act normal; normal for a funeral anyway.”
Nyx moved to walk out but Roslin grabbed her hand. Roslin pulled her towards herself, and wrapped Nyx in another hug. Nyx embraced her warmly. “You’re not with me yet, Lex. I just want to cherish the few moments we’re going to have together till you’re with me full time.”
Roslin’s words brought tears to her eyes. “I could really fall for you, Laura.”
“That’s good, because I think I’m already there.”
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Nyx stood at attention by her fellow pilots; on her left side was Roslin, also standing at attention in respect to the fallen. Behind her, row upon row of the Galactica’s crew; in front of her, row upon row of body bags lain out in front of them, draped with their respective Colonial flag. All remains of what was to be a museum had been taken away; the Vipers put back into use, the old Cylons air locked out of anger. The priestess Elosha stood holding the Sacred Scroll, surrounded by the 12 flag’s of each Colony. Nyx felt a sense of honor standing here; standing beside her squadron and her president. She knew her choice to rejoin the military had been the right one. This was where she belonged.
No one spoke as Elosha began to pray. No one bowed their heads or closed their eyes either. They stood, looking at the body bags; finding a flag that matched their own Colony and cried inside. No one would ever see their homes again; their homes were as dead as the bodies in front of them.
“Lords of Kobol, hear our humble prayer.” Elosha began her voice strong but soft. “It is with heavy hearts we lift up their bodies to you, oh Lords of Kobol in the knowledge that you will take from them their burdens and give them life eternal. We also pray that you will look upon us now with mercy and love just as you did upon our forefathers many years ago. Just as you led the twelve tribes from Kobol, so now we hope and pray you will lead us to a new home where we may begin life anew. So say we all.” She finishes, and the quiet recur of the words, “so saw we all,” said not in disrespect or boredom, but in misery and gut wrenching depression, and yet some how devoid of all emotion.
Everyone stood quiet, stood still and just stared. Out of the corner of her eye, Nyx saw Adama step out and turn around to face his crew.
“So say we all.” He said loudly.
Heads turn in his direction, and again the words are repeated with distant emotion.
“So say we all!” He repeated, even louder.
The crew stands up just a little straighter and again repeated the words, just a little louder but still lacking emotion.
“So. Say. We. All!” He almost yells, walking along his crew, looking at each of the faces. When he reaches the end of the line of men and women, he starts walking along the deceased.
Finally the repeat of the words was called back in earnest.
“Are they the lucky ones?” He asks, and the question startles everyone. He continues; his voice strong as he walks among his fallen crew. “That’s the question you’re all asking yourselves, isn’t it? You will never see home again, your families and friends are dead! Were they the lucky ones? We are a long way from home. We are way past he red line and have found ourselves in uncharted territory. None of us ever imagined this, none of us asked for this, but this is where we are. We have limited supplies, limited fuel, no allies, no hope, and no homes. You’re thinking it would have been better if you had just died on the Colonies with the rest of them. It would have been faster, less painful. It would be better to die quickly in the arms of our families than to die slowly engulfed by the empty, cold of space.” He stops walking and looks at his crew; their faces fallen as they take in what he said. Nyx had no idea where he was going with his speech, but she hoped it would get better soon.
“Where will we go?” He says waking down the center isle of bodies. “’Life here, began out there.’ Those are the first words of the Sacred Scroll, the first words the Lords of Kobol given to us countless centuries ago, and the first words each boy and girl is taught from the Scroll. Those words were seared into us as children, and now here we are as adults. Grown men and women living those words as if they were written for us. Our lives are just now beginning; out there. Those words tell us in explicit terms we are not alone.” Heads nodded all around Nyx in understanding. She remembered being taught those words; believing them.
He turned to the priestess. “Elosha, the Scrolls speak of a Thirteenth Colony, do they not?”
“Yes.” She affirmed. “The Scroll tells us a Thirteenth Tribe left Kobol in the Early Days. They traveled far and made their home on a planet called Earth. It circled a distant and unknown star.”
“It’s not ‘unknown.’” He stated firmly, looking at the old women intently. He looked back at the crowd and paused. “I know where it is!”
Nyx stood amazed at what he had just said. She stared at him, disbelieving. She snuck a glance at Roslin, sharing the same look. He’s lying! She thought to her self. She didn’t know how she knew, but she would swear an oath he was.
“Earth” He said confidently. “The most guarded secret we have. The location is only known by the most senior officers of the Fleet. We dared not share it with the public while the Cylons still posed a threat. For now, we have a refuge to go to! A refuge the Cylons know nothing of!”
Heads looked around in utter confusion but focused attention when Adama began to speak again, hanging on his every word.
“It won’t be easy. The journey will be long, and hard. But I promise you one thing. On the memory of those laying here before you, we will find it. And Earth will become our new home!” He finished, emphasizing the word ‘home.’
“So say we all!” He cried out, as the room remained silent.
The words were repeated loudly.
“So say we all!” He yelled, his voice horse.
The words were shouted back, each voice as loud as their Commanders’.
“So! Say! We! All!” He yelled even louder.
The call back was almost deafening, and Nyx could see a small smile of faith on a few of the pilots beside her.
Adama took his place back in line beside Roslin. “So say we all,” he said quietly.
Elosha closed the Scroll, and nodded her head. “So say we all.”
Adama again took a step forward and turned around to his crew for the last time. “Dismissed!”
The crew erupted in the shouts and calls for their Commander. At least for the moment, their hope had been given back to them. Their hope was now real. They clapped and hugged and smiled. Their false hope depressed Nyx.
Nyx looked at Roslin, but the president said it before the younger woman could. “We need to talk.”
“Follow me.” Nyx said, nodding her head towards the door.
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For the third time that day they entered the uniform storage room.
“I need one final piece of uniform. I have got to get out of this formal garb.” She said, taking off the sash and unbuttoning the jacket.
“So…” Roslin started, “Was it just me, or was Adama utterly full of shit?” Her facial expression was unreadable.
“You caught that too, huh?” Nyx said folding the jacket up and setting it on a chair. Her tank and shirt all she wore underneath.
“Twenty years in politics, I’ve worked under the frakking President and never have I heard a single word uttered about Earth.” She started pacing, irritated at the lie.
“Adama’s smart. The Sacred Scroll does mention it; he’s got that going for him.” Nyx pointed out.
“Yes, but he just lied to the entire fleet. This is going to get out. Sooner or later the people are going to find out it was all a lie and then we’re going to have a rebellion on our hands.”
“Either that or we’ll actually find earth.” Nyx said, seriously. She took her blue slacks off and traded them for a pair of green cargo fatigues. She slipped her boots back on and tied them quickly.
“What are you talking about?” Roslin asked, stunned.
“What if it’s real? Granted, Adama certainly doesn’t know where it actually is but he has a good thing going. We believe in the Gods. We grew up learning the Scroll, why should we question it? All I know is that I should have died to day and I didn’t. My ship lost power and I should have been shot down, but I wasn’t. Why? Maybe it was because this girl just happened to be there to save my ass. But for the first time in a very long time I prayed in earnest to the Gods and what I prayed for came true. Why should I now disrespect their teachings? Again, Adama just gave fifty thousand people false hope, but who knows what we might find out there, Laura?” She said, putting her arms around the president.
“You’re beginning to sound like a religious zealot. But, you’re right.”
“I love the sound of those words.” She said, lightening the subject.
“Seriously though, as my new advisor, I suggest we go talk to Adama.”
“I agree. Just remember, don’t get angry or raise your voice if you don’t have to.” Nyx advised.
“What makes you think I’m going to?” Roslin raised an eyebrow.
“Because you have a mouth one you,” She said, remembering what she had told Adama earlier. “That mouth is the sole reason you actually need a bodyguard.” She winked, but Roslin slapped her shoulder playfully.
“I can’t believe you said that,” She mocked anger. “For your information, this mouth can do more things than just piss people off.”
“Oh, that’s good to hear. That will make my job a lot easier then.” Nyx replied.
Roslin shut her up with a kiss that Nyx accepted immediately.
“You know, when we go to talk to Adama.” Nyx said, pulling back. ”Let me do some of the talking.”
“But you said you had no place to talk between your commanding officer and the president.”
“So you were listening?” Roslin rolled her eyes but nodded her head. “That was before I became the official advisor and go-between girl for the president and the military. It’s my job to advise the both of you of the goings-on of the other. I’m not going to get my self thrown into the brig if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“But aren’t you still CAG?” Roslin asked, a bit confused.
“You know, I’m still a bit confused about my position in this universe right now, but I’m thinking I can play both for the time being. Let me be the one against the commander. We wouldn’t want him hating you by the end of the first day, now would we?” She smirked.
“I’d say it’s already too late.”
Nyx rolled her eyes.
Chapter 12-Battlestar Galactica
“Sir, do you have a moment?” Nyx asked, entering the Commanders room.
“Anything for you, Alexa.” Adama replied, turning around he realized Roslin was also standing in the room. “Sir,” He said getting up out of respect of the president.
“I was hoping the three of us could talk.” Roslin said.
“Of course, Sir. Please take a seat.” He said pointing at a couch. The two women sat down on either side so as not to look suspicious. Adama took a seat in a chair.
“Sir, I realize I’m still CAG but I was hoping I could take this time to mediate a situation between the two of you.”
“I wasn’t aware there was a ‘situation.’” Adama said, raising an eyebrow.
“First of all, I guess I should thank you for…” Roslin started, but was interrupted by the Old Man.
“You were right, I was wrong. No need to talk about it.” Nyx was stunned he admitted the fact that he was wrong.
“Sir, the reason we came.” Nyx started, feeling the tension between the two already. “Is that it is my job to advise the two of you of the best possible actions either of you can take in regards to the other? Am I correct in thinking that is part of my job description?”
“Sounds good to me. Where is this all going?” Adama replied.
“It is my duty to inform you that the President, and myself, do not believe you know where Earth is.” She sat back and got ready for the backlash.
“Is that so?” Adama sat back in his chair, surprising Nyx by not getting defensive.
“President Adar and I once had a conversation about the legends of Earth. His children were learning about it at school and we discussed the various texts that talked about it; the Sacred Scroll as well as some historical text books. President Adar was many things, but he was not a good liar. A fact I’m sure you know harmed his career more than once. He knew nothing of a secret location, let alone if it was actually real. I know that. If the president didn’t know, what are the chances you do?” Nyx cringed as Roslin put out the offending question.
“You’re right.” He repeated the surprising statement. “I made it all up; it’s all just a legend.”
Nyx spoke back up. “Then why, Commander?” She asked, already knowing the answer.
“Because it’s not enough to live, you have to have something to live for.” He said calmly, honestly. “Let it be Earth.”
Roslin crossed her arms and shook her head. “They’ll never forgive you.”
“Maybe that’s true, Madam President. But in the mean time, I’ve given all of us a fighting chance to survive. Everyone now has something to live for; to fight for. Isn’t that what you said was the most important thing; the survival of our species?” He said calmly.
“Who else knows you’re lying?” Roslin questioned.
“Not a single soul outside this room.” He said, looking at Nyx.
Roslin nodded her head in agreement. “I’ll keep your secret. But I want something in return.”
The two other people looked at Roslin curiously.
“I’m listening,” He said, diplomatically.
“If what’s left of civilization is going to function, it is going to need a government. A civilian government, run by the President of the Twelve Colonies. It’s what the people know and it’s what the people trust.”
“You’ll be in charge of the fleet, all military matters stay with me. Captain Nyx here can help us figure out everything in between.” He got up, signaling the meeting was over.
“Agreed” Roslin stood up as well, Nyx right beside her.
“Than I’ll think about it.” He said, and Nyx knew that was all they were going to get for the time being.
Adama extended his hand to the president, and she slowly took it, submitting to the agreement.
Nyx saluted Adama, and they left his quarters.
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They walked along the gangways, going nowhere in particular; talking about nothing and everything.
“So this girl that saved you, do I need to give her a medal or something?” Roslin asked.
“Not this girl. I do believe the only reason she saved me was because she thinks she has a chance.” She smirked at Roslin’s jealous posture.
“Do I need to throw her in the, whatever it was…”
“The brig?” She offered.
“Yes, I’m not big on a young girl going after my advisor.” She said seriously.
“Your ‘advisor?’” Nyx asked smiling.
“My…bodyguard?” she teased.
“As long as I’m yours it really doesn’t matter.” She said sweetly.
“You’re my Viper pilot, I think I like that one the best. All the women on the fleet are going to want a Viper pilot.” She pointed out.
“And you’ll be the first to have your very own.” Nyx laughed.
“Lex, I have no idea where this journey is going to takes us.” They both stopped walking in a quiet hallway. They looked at each other and couldn’t help but smile. “But I want to be here, with you, for as long as I can.”
“Its going to be hard, Laura, but I’m here. For as long as I’m alive, I’ll be beside you.”
“Your job could get you killed, and I could die tomorrow. But for the first time in my life, I feel like this could be a truly fulfilling relationship. Despite my title I feel like I finally found my equal. This could be really good. You’re right, it’s going to be hard, but I think we can do it. What about you?” She raised an eyebrow, but smiled.
“Hay, no young, smart ass girl is going to get in the way of what I want.”
“And what is it that you want?” She asked.
“You.”
“Oh, that was a good one.” Roslin laughed. “Major points for that one.”
“Action stations, action stations. This is not a drill. Set condition one through out the ship.” Came a voice. Light started flashing and Roslin groaned.
“Its been thirty frakking minutes. Is there ever a break?”
“No rest for the Viper pilots; no rest for the wicked.” She said, kissing Roslin’s cheek discreetly.
Nyx ran off as fast as she could, and Roslin held her breath.