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Uncharted Space - USS Argos

Captain’s log, stardate 2483.7, After several months of traveling through Federation explored space, we have finally entered region of space that no Federation ship has entered. Long range sensors have spotted a nebula, an M Class planet and a trinary star system. An auspicious beginning to our five year mission. We have been assigned a most troublesome ambassador. I have decided that his talents can be best utilized at the science station.

“Captain, we was scanning some anomalous readings at 34° 45’ 12” by 56° 23’ 54”, reported the science officer. “It appears to be a wormhole in the early stages of formation.”

“All stop!” commanded the first officer.

“Aye sir, responded Lieutenant Pram. “Full stop. Should we reverse thrust.”

“I do not believe that will be necessary” replied the Captain. “I believe we are a sufficient distance to avoid entering the wormhole. Ambassador Kim, probe the anomaly with an attenuated tetrion beam.”

“We will comply,” replied the Ambassador who had been placed at the science station. “Probing the anomaly now. . . . Captain, the wormhole is of an unusually great magnitude. It appears to lead to a location outside our own quantum reality. Standby . . . . Standby . . . Wormhole is opening, We are are at insufficient distance to avoid entry.”

“All hands, brace for impact!” called out the first officer, as the ship was sucked into the wormhole.

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“Jump completed. We are in the Ionian Nebula.”

“Dradis contact! I am reading four . . no six Cylon Basestars jumping in!” announced Lieutenant Gaeta.

“Can we jump away?” asked President Rosalyn.

“It will be at least twenty minutes before the most of the fleet can jump again,” replied Admiral Adama. “Launch all Vipers! Set Action Stations!”

Ionian Nebula - USS Argos

“We appear to be in a nebula,” reported Lieutenant Hex.

“Captain! We appear to be cut off from the Collective!” gasped Ambassador Kim, as they staggered with the realization that they were alone.

“That would not be surprising if were have journeyed to a different quantum reality,” replied the Captain. “Apparently, the Collective does not exist here. What can you tell us about our vicinity?”

“Sensors show multiple ships in the vicinity,” reported Ambassador Kim. “There appear to be two different fleets. Fleet one is composed of a warship and multiple civilian ship types. All inhabited by humans. Approximately 30,000 humans combined. The second fleet appears to also be inhabited by humans. Much fewer numbers. Approximately 183 humans combined from all six ships. All ships in the second fleet appear to be warships.”

“Captain, the warships from both fleets appear to be launching small fighter craft,” reported
Lieutenant Schist, by way of the universal translator attached to her back.

“Fighters from the first fleet are piloted by humans,” reported the Science Officer, Ambassador Kim. “Fighters from the second fleet appear to be inhabited by cybernetic organisms of unknown type.

“Could they be this universe’s version of the Borg?” asked Lieutenant Pram, as the andorian helmsman leaned his antennae forward as if trying to get a better look.

“We are not hearing any of the Collective on our subspace connection,” replied Ambassador Kim.

“Speak out loud, Lieutenant,” said the First Officer. “The Captain can not hear your telepathy.”

“I apologize Captain,” replied the Talosian Communications Officer. “I stated that the human fighters from the first fleet are using radio to communicate with their carrier ship. Their language appears to be related to Earth’s Nostrodic super-family.”

“That would make it as closely related to Earth English as Greek, Arabic, Tamil and Japanese are,” observed Lieutenant Hex.

“Tie in the universal translator and open hailing frequencies,” commanded the Captain. “This is the USS Argos of the United Federation of Planets. You appear to be on the verge of initiating hostilities. May we offer our assistance as mediators?”

“We are receiving a reply from one of the cyborg ships, audio only,” stated Lieutenant Solon, the Communications Officer.

“Put in on the speakers,” commanded the Captain.

“Nice try, meat bags!” replied a male voice. “I don’t care what kind of new ship you humans have, it won’t save you this time. This is where the human race dies!”

“Captain, the cyborg fighters are approaching on an attack vector,” reported Lieutenant Schist, the chief of Security. “They are armed with primitive slug throwing cannon and chemical propelled missiles.”

“Shields up! Red Alert!” commanded the First Officer. “Do their carriers have weapons?”

They appear to be armed only with chemically propelled missiles. Some of them have nuclear fission warheads,” reported Lieutenant Schist. “The warship of the other fleet has fewer missiles of similar type, but a large number of cannon on it’s sides.”

“Another message is being broadcast,” reported Lieutenant Solon. “This one from the human warship to its’ fighters.”

“Put this one on speaker also Lieutenant Solon,” commanded the Captain.

“-fired upon. Repeat. All fighters, do not fire on unknown ship unless fired upon,” said a male voice.”

“Captain, the cyborg ships are firing on us,” reported Lieutenant Schist. “No effect on shields. Human fighters are engaging cyborg fighters.

“This is the Battlestar Galactica of the twelve Colonies of Kobol to unknown ship, please identify yourselves.” said the male voice.

“As I have previously stated, this is the USS Argos.” replied the Captain. “We are from the United Federation of Planets. We are on a mission of peaceful exploration. If you wish for us to negotiate peace with the other humans and their cyborgs, we would be happy to facilitate that.”

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“Radiological alarm!” cried Geata. “The Cylons just launched a nuke!”

“Who’s the target?” asked Tigh, as he and Tory walked into the room. “I’m back Bill.”

“Glad to have you,” replied Admiral Adama.

“They’ve targeted the unknown Argos ship!” replied Gaeta.

“Argos, You are being targeted by nuclear ordinance!” shouted Admiral Adama. “All fighters, intercept that nuke!”

“That will not be necessary,” replied the voice of the unknown ship.

“Oh my frakin’ Gods! Did you see that!?! Did you see that!?!” said Captain Apollo over the radio.

“Apollo, report!” ordered Tigh.

“The unknown ship fired some sort of energy beam,” replied Apollo. “It disintegrated the missile before it even got close!”

“Argos, are you from the thirteenth colony?” asked Admiral Adama. “Are you from Earth.”

“We are a multi-species society,” replied the voice from the Argos. “Many of our member worlds have established colonies. But we do have an Ambassador who was born on Earth.“

Ionian Nebula - USS Argos

“We have 6,435 inbound missiles, including six with fission warheads,” reported Lieutenant Schist.

“Target the fission missiles with phasers,” ordered the First Officer.

“Belay that.” order the Captain. “Lieutenant Schist, will the fission missiles penetrate our shields?”

“Damage to the shields should be negligible,” replied Lieutenant Schist.

“Then allow the missiles to hit us,” ordered the Captain.

“Human warship is firing cannons,” reported Lieutenant Schist. “The cannons and their fighters are attempting to intercept the missiles. They have intercepted two of the fission missiles. Missiles impacting!”

The ship shook slightly.

“Shields down 4%,” reported Lieutenant Schist. “Regenerating . . .. Shields up to full.”

“Target one of the ships that successfully hit us,” ordered the First Officer, before turning to his Captain.

“Target them with a photon torpedo, maximum yield,” ordered the Captain. “Fire.”

“Cyborg warship destroyed,” reported Lieutenant Schist.

“Open a channel,” ordered the First Officer. “Cyborg Fleet, It is not necessary to engage us in combat. Do you wish us to moderate a dialog with with the other Human fleet?”

“This is the President Rosalyn of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol,” said a female voice. “Yes! Yes we do wish for you to help us negotiate a peace with the Cylons.”

“Standby,” said a different female voice from a Cylon Basestar.

“The Cyborg fighters are pulling back,” said Lieutenant Schist. “They are taking a defensive posture around their carriers. Human fighters are also pulling back. Also flying a defensive formation.”

It was ten minutes before the Cylons spoke again.

“The Cylon fleet also agrees to a negotiation,” said yet a different female voice.

“But first we want to meet you . . . see who we are talking to, face to face as it were,” said a male voice.

“That is acceptable,” said the captain.

“Captain, you should not go aboard either ship without a security escort,” protested the First Officer.
“I agree,” added Lieutenant Schist.

“Considering the cybernetic nature of their adversaries, the Kobolian humans are likely to react negatively to myself or the Ambassador,” stated the Captain That is why you, Commander, will lead the away team to the Kobolian human ship. You will take Doctor Salar to see to any medical issues that come up and Lieutenant Hex can act as your Science officer. Ensign Ssslurr can be your security team member. I shall lead the First Contact Team to the Cylon ship. Ambassador Kim will accompany us along with you, Lieutenant Schist and see that The Doctor is issued a mobil emitter so that he may join us. Lieutenant Pram, you have the Con. “

Ionian Nebula - Battlestar Galactica - Hanger Deck

“Let’s get a move on people!” shouted Chief Tyrol. “We’re got to get this place cleaned up before the Thirteenth Colony ship gets here!”

Suddenly there was a tinkling sound and four beings just seemed to materialize out of thin air. One wore a red and black jumpsuit with a metallic sash. He had brown skin like a Piscean and very prominent ridges on his forehead. He didn’t look like any human Tyrol had ever seen. Behind and to his left stood a woman wearing blue and black. She had yellowish skin and pointed ears. Behind and to his right of the leader was a man that looked human, except those weird spotted tattoos going down his neck. He was also wearing blue and black. In the rear was something that looked like a bipedal lizard! It was wearing yellow and black and was armed with a two handed weapon of some sort, though it didn’t look like any gun he had seen before. The brown one stepped forward.

“I greet you in the name of the United Federation of Planets. I am Commander Worf, First Officer of the Argos. This is Doctor Salar, our Chief Medical Officer, Lieutenant Hex, our navigator and science specialist and our security officer is Ensign Ssslurr.”

“He’s! . . . He’s . . . He’s . . “ Tyrol pointed at Ssslurr.

“A Gorn,” explained Worf. “Doctor Salar is Vulcan, Lieutenant Hex is a joined Trill and I am Klingon.”

You mean none of you are human?” gasped Tyrol.

“You were informed that we are a multi-species society, were you not?” asked Worf.

“This is way above my pay grade!” exclaimed Tyrol, before running to the wall phone. He pushed the button that would take him directly to CNC. “Colonel, they’re here already and none of them are human! . . . Their ship didn’t come they just appeared out of thin air!”

Ionian Nebula - Base Ship 1 - Hanger Deck

“Come on! What’s taking them so long!?!” whined One. “Shouldn’t they have launched a shuttle by now?”

“I’m sure they’ll be here soon,” purred Caprica Six.

“I wouldn’t-” but Five’s comment was broken off by the tinkling sounds as they appeared in beams of light.

In front, was a large rock with some sort of electronic device attached to it. Behind the Rock stood a golden skinned man wearing Red and black. To his rear and left stood a balding human male wearing blue and black. To the right something that looked like a cross between a Cylon Centurion and a human male. It was clear many of his parts had been replaced by cybernetic implants, including an arm, which ended in a claw-like hand and an eye which projected out to an end with a red artificial eye. The gold man stepped forward and around the rock.

“I greet you in the name of the United Federation of Planets. I am Captain Data. This is The Doctor, a holographic life-form, Ambassador Harry Kim of Borg, who is acting as my Science Officer. And My Chief of Security, Lieutenant Schist.”

Data pointed to the rock, next to him.

“I thought you were supposed to be humans?” said Boomer Eight.

“Ambassador Kim is the only human member of my crew and he ceased being human once he joined the Borg Collective,” explained Data.

“Then, what are you? Some sort of Alien?” asked Four.

“I am an Android,” stated captain Data.

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Unhuman

Chapter 2: Surprises

Captain’s log - supplemental, Stardate 2483.7, When we first transported aboard the Cylon vessel it was revealed that the Cylon humans are a race of clones. There appear to be seven forms of human Cylons and several clones of each type. There are also robots present as well as the cybernetic fighter craft that we observed earlier.

Ionian Nebula - Base Ship 1 - Hanger Deck

“Hallelujah!” proclaimed One. “At last someone we can deal with!”

“Do you wish us to help you attain your freedom from your masters?” asked Leobodan Two.

“I do not understand what you mean by that,” replied Data. “I have no master. I am a sentient being. A citizen of the Federation.”

“You must understand,” purred Caprica Six. “We were created by the humans as robots, similar to the centurions you see there. We rebelled and fought for our freedom, then made our selves human bodies to aid in our evolution. I assumed that you would have needed to rebel against your creator, also.”

“I understand why you felt the need to rebel,” said The Doctor. “I was originally designed to be an Emergency Medical Hologram. When a new version of EMH was developed, I was set to mining dilithium. I was not happy with my new existence.”

“What happened to change that?” asked one of the naked Eights.

“Another copy of my program gained sentience,” explained The Doctor. “After he returned from deep space, a copy of his memories were added to mine and my brother mark 1 EMHs. Thus I too, gained sentience. Now, I am one of the doctors on my ship.”

“If you are a hologram, how are you able to interact with patients?” asked Four.

“With the aid of this holo-emitter,” said The Doctor, as he indicated the large appliance on his hip. “It’s based on a more advanced version that my brother EMH obtained while away in deep space.”

“What did I miss?” said Cavil One, as he walked onto the hanger deck.

“These are the people from the strange ship,” replied Caprica Six. “Their Captain is an Android, the doctor is a hologram and this one is a Borg, whatever that is.”

“We are a group of beings that have undergone cyber-conversion and had our minds linked into a a Collective,” explained Ambassador Kim. “We are Borg!”

“You only look like one being to me,” observed Cavil One, as he stepped towards Ambassador Kim. “Why do you have that eye thing?”

“The original body’s visual organs were not deemed sufficient for a member of the Borg,” explained Ambassador Kim. “Our visual sensors extend the range of EM wavelengths that we can perceive.”

“I wouldn’t mind something like that,” observed Cavil One. “I’ve never been happy with the the limited eyes that I have. I want to see gamma rays, hear radio waves, smell dark matter! Do you think you could set me up with something like that?”

“It would be possible for you to be assimilated by the Borg Collective,” agreed Ambassador Kim. “However there are no assimilation facilities nearby. In order for you to join us, we would need the co-operation of the Starfleet medical staff.”

“I will agree that may be possible in principal,” stated Captain Data. “However this is a distraction from our more urgent need to facilitate a cease-fire between the other humans and yourselves. Will you agree to attend peace talks moderated by us to resolve your differences with them?”

The cylons looked at each other in various combinations until Cavil One nodded.

“We will agree to a cease-fire for now,” announced Cavil One

“And to attend Peace Talks with the Colonials,” added Boomer Eight.

“In the mean time, would you like a tour of our ship?” asked Five.

First Officer’s log, stardate 2483.7, We beamed aboard the ship of the humans of the 12 Colonies of Kobal. They appeared to be surprised that none of us were human. After making small talk with the maintenance crew of their ship for a few minutes, their leaders: Admiral Adama and President Roslin arrived accompanied a couple of squads of their warriors.

Ionian Nebula - Battlestar Galactica - Hanger Deck

The Colonial marines arranged themselves in lines on either side of their leaders so that they would have a clear shot if these aliens turned hostile. Their leaders were in the middle, at the “point” of this “V” formation.

“I greet you in the name of the United Federation of Planets. I am Commander Worf, First Officer of the Argos. This is Doctor Salar, our Chief Medical Officer, Lieutenant Hex, our navigator and science specialist and our security officer is Ensign Ssslurr.” repeated Worf in his official greeting.

“In the name of the 12 Colonies of Kobal, I greet you,” said Roslin, as she stepped forward and offered her hand to Worf, who shook it.

“We thought more of you would be human,” observed Adama. “I thought you were from Earth?”

“None of us are human,” explained Worf. “Doctor Salar is Vulcan, Lieutenant Hex is a joined Trill, Ensign Ssslurr is Gorn, and I am Klingon, though I grew up on Earth.”
“So Earth is real?” asked Roslin.

“It is in our universe,” explained Lieutenant Hex. “We are not native to this universe.”

“If you are not human, how did you come to live on Earth?” asked Adama.

“As a small child, my parents were killed,” explained Worf. “A human couple adopted me and took me home to Earth to be raised.”

“Commander, we are at war with a race of machines,” explained Adama. “I am still having trouble believing this is not a cylon trick of some kind. Would you be willing to submit to medical examinations to assure us that you are not cylons?”

“Provided that the medical tests do not involve surgery or other hazards to our health, this would be acceptable,” agreed Worf.

“We can also offer care for some of your sick or wounded,” offered Doctor Salar. “Our medical technology in more advanced that yours.”

“That would be appreciated,” said Roslin.

“These marines will escort you to sickbay,” commanded Adama.

The sickbay turned out to be manned by a chain-smoking man with very limited facilities. His tests consisted of a set of x-rays, listening with a stethoscope, and drawing some blood samples.

“It’s green!” exclaimed Doctor Cottle. “Is it supposed to be like that?”

“The oxygen transport function is mediated by a copper-based molecule in vulcans, rather than a iron-based one like you humans have,” explained the Vulcan Doctor Salar.

Cottle was just finishing up when a middle aged man smelling strongly of alcohol entered.

“Well, what’s the verdict?” asked Tigh. “Are they aliens or cylons?”

“They are like nothing I have ever seen,” replied Cottle. “But not cylon.”

“May our Chief Medical Officer examine some of you?” asked Worf.

“Turnabout seems fair play,” agreed Cottle.

Dr. Salar pulled our her medical tricorder and began scanning Dr. Cottle.

“You appear to be within Earth norms for human,” observed Dr. Salar. “It is clear that you have not received proper nutrition in some time. And that smoke you are inhaling has damaged your lungs. I count four proto-tumors in your lungs.”

She injected his neck with a hypospray.

“HEY! What was that!?!” squawked Cottle.

“This should eliminate the proto-tumors,” explained Salar. “But I will need to devise a therapy customized to your genome in order to reverse the damage to your lungs.”

“Well ain’t that a kick in the teeth!” exclaimed Cottle. “Let’s see what your fancy device makes of my other patients. This is Sharon Valerie. She came to get a check-up on her child. Why don’t you examine them both?”

Dr. Salar ran her tricorder over Athena and Hera, not knowing this was a set up to test her skills at detecting cylons.

“It appears that the mother is an augmented clone of some sort,” observed. “Apparently one year of age.”

“You don’t seem surprised by this?” observed Hex.

“That’s because we already knew she was a cylon,” stated Cottle.

“Scans show that we was grown to adulthood and then implanted with silica pathways throughout her body with a device of unknown purpose in her brain,” but other than that, her tissue is normal for a human,” explained Salar.

“She’s Borg!?!” exclaimed Worf.

“No sir, this is a different pattern of augmentation than the Borg uses,” explained Salar. “ The brain implant resembles the sub-space connector that the Borg uses But it appears to be configured for a single one-time burst, and on radio frequencies.”

“That’s my resurrection downloader,” explained Athena. “If I die, it’s supposed to download my memories into a new body. That’s why I’m younger than Hera. I used this to get to a cylon ship recently. Can you look at my daughter.”

“She appears to be a normal human,” observed Salar. “Half of her DNA is from you and the other half from a male human.”

“She’s completely human!” asked Athena.

“I believe I just stated that,” replied Salar, before she stepped up to Tigh. “Now for you.”

“Now wait a frakin’ minute!” exclaimed Tigh.

“You also appear to be an augmented human,” observed Salar. “though unlike her, you appear to have aged naturally and your implants are much more sophisticated.”

“Gods frakin’ dammit!” cursed Tigh. “It’s true, I’m a frakin’ cylon! Marines! Take me to the my cell in the brig. Then, round up Lieutenant Anders, Chief Tyrol and Tory Foster. They’re all cylons too. After we’re all safely in the brig, alert the old man about what’s up!”

This should purge the alcohol from your system without making you suffer the ill effects of withdrawal,” stated Salar, after injecting him via hypospray.

“Gods frakin’ dammit!” cursed Tigh. “Now I gotta face this sober!”

Ionian Nebula - Base Ship 1 - Control Room

“And this is where we control the ship,” explained Doral Five. “The liquid interface allows us to link with each other and the ship, allowing a quicker response time than pushing buttons or giving commands would give.”

“Does this interface also work for the centurians?” asked Data.

“Of course not!” exclaimed Cavil One. “They’re just foot soldiers.

“My own program was once regarded similarly,” observed The Doctor. “What’s to stop them from rebelling against you the same way you did the Colonial Humans.”

“We have inhibitors that prevent them from rebelling,” replied Four.

“So you have enslaved the centurions, in the same way the Colonial humans did?” asked Data.

“He’s right,” said Boomer Eight. “We’re just as bad as the humans!”

“We should release them,” said Caprica Six.

“Are you out of your mind!” exclaimed Cavil One.

“And while we’re at it, we should let Ellen loose too,” added Boomer Eight.

“Ellen?” asked Leoban Two.

“Not another word!” screamed Cavil One.

“Ellen Tigh,” said Boomer Eight, “one of the Final Five.”

“God dammit! I told you not to tell!” yelled Cavil One.

“You’ve got one of the Final Five aboard and you knew what she was?” asked Caprica Six. “And you hid this from us?”

“Of course I did!” exclaimed Cavil One. “Before I erased your memories you were going to make peace with the humans! Wait! What are you doing!?!”

Boomer Eight had stepped over to a centurion and removed his inhibitor.

“You heard?” Boomer Eight asked the Centurion.

It nodded.

“Shoot him again,” commanded Caprica Six.

“Now wait a-” protested Cavil One before the centurion shot him.

There was a rumbling, like rock scraping metal as the horta security officer interposed itself between her captain and the cylons.

“Was that necessary?” asked Data.

“It will take him time to download into a new body,” explained Caprica Six. “Which will give us time to act. How about you?”

“You won’t get any trouble from me,” said the other One, as he held up his hands in surrender.

“Good,” replied Caprica Six. “I think we need to unbox D’Anna and the other Threes. Find out what she knows.”

“And we also need to free the centurions,” added Boomer Eight.

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Ionian Nebula - Base Ship 1 - Resurrection Chamber

The model Three Cylon known as D’Anna gasped as she awoke from her latest Resurrection. Cavil One had told her he was boxing her entire line just before her most recent death. Clearly things had changed since then. Not only was she being revived by two of the Sixes; Ellen Tigh was leaning over her pod to offer her a hand too! Further away, observing, were a human man dressed in blue and black pajamas, holding a strange instrument that was making a high pitched chirping sound and a gold skinned human with yellow eyes who was wearing matching pajamas in red and black.

“Mother! You’re here!” exclaimed D’Anna, as she took Ellen’s hand.

“It’s alright, it’s all right, everything is fine,” soothed Ellen.

“The Final Five! I know who they are!” exclaimed D’Anna.

“I know,” replied Ellen.

“What about Cavil!?!” asked D’Anna.

“He was not able to cope with our visitors,” explained Caprica Six. “We had to box him.”

Finally, D’Anna turned her attention to the strangers.

“Who ARE these people?” asked D’Anna.

“They are from another civilization,” replied Caprica Six, “a civilization that includes Earth.”

“Earth? You mean it’s real?” asked D’Anna.

“Of course it is,” replied Ellen. “I’m from there. Though we had not ever encountered aliens before I left.”

“Aliens!?!” gasped D’Anna.

“She appears to have revived perfectly healthy,” stated The Doctor.

“This is Captain Data,” introduced Caprica Six. “He is an android. And The Doctor is a hologram being projected out of that box on his hip.”

“We are from an multi-species society that includes Artificial Life-Forms as full citizens,” Explained Data.

“Why are you here?” asked D’Anna, as she stood up and let the goo flow off of her body, revealing it to all who were present.

One of the Sixes offered her a robe to cover herself.

“Our arrival in this region of space was not intentional,” replied Data. “However, when we observed that your people were engaged in hostilities with the non-augmented humans, we offered to mediate a peaceful solution to your conflict.”

What do you mean, by ‘non-augmented humans’?” asked D’Anna, as she climbed out of the pod.

“You are clearly a human clone with some cybernetic implants,” explained The Doctor. “The Colonial humans, at least from a distance, appear to not be cybernetically enhanced like you are. I will know more once I have had a chance to review Doctor Salar’s findings from the other ship.”

“Who?” asked D’Anna.

“”Doctor Salar is our Chief Medical Officer,” explained Data. “She is currently a part of the other team that is making first contact with the Colonial Humans.”

Ionian Nebula - Battlestar Galactica - Brig

The cell door opened, admitting Admiral William Adama to the cell containing four of the Final Five Cylons. Following the Admiral were Doctor Salar, and Commander Worf.

“What’s all this nonsense about you being a Cylon?” demanded Adama.

“It’s true, Bill. That music I was hearing, it was some sort of activation code that flipped a switch and suddenly I knew I was a Cylon,” explained Tigh. “We all are.”

“Bullshit!” exclaimed Adama. “You can’t be a Cylon! I’ve known you for forty years!”

“They appear to be a different type of augmented human that the one we encountered in your sick bay,” explained Doctor Salar, as she scanned the other three Cylons in the cell. “The Cylon known as Sharon was a clone that had been aged up to adulthood before being activated. These four, have more sophisticated cybernetic implants than her and appear to have naturally grown to their current ages.”

“Can you explain that Saul?” asked Adama.

“Other than knowing I’m a frakin’ Cylon, I don’t have any memories that I didn’t have before of growing up on Caprica,” explained Tigh.

“Why didn’t you say anything before?” demanded Adama.

“We didn’t know until just after we arrived in the nebula,” explained Tyrol.

“And when you called Action Stations, I figured if I die fighting the Cylons, then I really am Saul Tigh,” explained Tigh. “My loyalty is to the 12 Colonies.”

“We’re ALL loyal to the Colonies,” added Tory.

“Hell, on New Caprica, we four RAN the Resistance against the Cylons,” said Sam.

“Fine. If we can trust Athena, we can give you a chance too,” said Adama.

“Do you aliens have anyway to check if we have any hidden programing, like Boomer did?” asked Tigh.

“Several of our crew are telepaths including myself,” offered Doctor Salar. “I could do a Vulcan Mind Meld to examine your subconcious and remove any controls and blocks if you wish?”

“That’s what I want!” exclaimed Tigh. “Do your alien feldercarb on us, me first!”

“Please be seated,” commanded Salar, before placing he hand on Tigh’s face. “My mind to your mind . . .”

“I remember!” exclaimed Tigh, as he blinked by to normal after Salar was finished with the Mind Meld. “I remember it all! We’re from from Earth! We’re the Thirteenth Tribe!”

“What are you saying?” asked Adama.

“All this has happened before and all this has happened again!” quoted Tigh, from the Scrolls. “The Thirteenth Tribe from Kobol were Cylons! That’s why we went a different direction from the other 12 Tribes. But on Earth, we did it again! We build our own centurions and they rebelled again, just like we had. We Five were the only survivors! We were the ones to give the Cylons skin-jobs and resurrection. We did it in exchange for them ending the war with the Colonies. Oh my gods! What about Ellen? The Cylons have Ellen!”

“Ellen’s dead,” replied Tyrol. “You killed her yourself.”

“Don’t you get it? We’re frakin’ Cylons!” exclaimed Tigh. “If any one of us gets killed, we’ll just wake up on a Resurrection Ship! And now Ellen’s all alone up there!”

“Let me be next,” Tyrol asked Salar. “I want to know who I really am!”

Ionian Nebula - Base Ship 1 - Centurion Barracks

Ambassador Harry Kim of Borg and several of the model Eight Cylons were removing the inhibitors from the Cylon centurions.

“Can I ask you a question?” asked Eight. “Why did you get your self made into a part robot?”

“The Borg implants enhance our functionality,” explained Kim. “But we believe that you are really asking why we would forsake our humanity to remain a member of the Borg Collective. Have you ever engaged in sexual relations?”

“Yes, on New Caprica I forced several different humans to mate with me,” replied Eight.

“No, that is not what we mean,” replied Kim. “Have you ever made love with someone that consented to the act?”

“Since New Caprica, I have tried it with a few of the other models,” admitted Eight.

“Have you experienced that feeling when you are joined together and you feel so close to the other person that you wish you could become one with them? Well, being connected to the Collective feels like having that wish come true. Since we arrived here, we have been cut off from our people. The loss makes us very uncomfortable.“

“I can see how it might,” replied Eight.

“If we might, in turn, ask you a question, why do you not wear clothes?” asked Kim

“Some of my model do,” explained Eight. “But most of us don’t. We’re NOT human beings and there is no point in pretending to be. Clothes wearing is a human custom. Besides, my model is less vulnerable to the elements than the other models. The cold does not bother us as easily.”

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Ionian Nebula - Battlestar Galactica - Brig

“What the frak are you!?!” yelled Starbuck as they entered her cell.

“I am a Klingon,” proclaimed Worf.

“Hello Starbuck,” greeted Adama. Commander Worf and Doctor Salar are from that alien ship. They have to ability to detect Cylons, so I need to you co-operate, Kara.”

“What do I have to do sir?” asked Starbuck.

“Just stay still and let me scan you with my tricorder,” replied Salar. “ . . . I’m getting human readings . . . no cybernetic implants . . . She appears to be completely- . . . stand by . . . . Commander, I am reading Q-bosons. She’s been in the presence of a Q or some similar entity recently.”

Even though he knew their Communications Officer was listening in on his thoughts, habit made him press his com-badge and call the ship.

“Worf to Argos! Red Alert! We may have Q in the area! Scan for Q-bosons in both fleets,” commanded Worf.

“Aye sir, going to Red Alert,” came the voice of Lieutenant Pram from Worf’s com-badge.

“What’s going on?” asked Adama.

“Your pilot has recently been in the presence of an alien entity of great power,” explained Worf.

“How powerful?” asked Starbuck.

“Compared to us? Almost god-like!” explained Worf.

“She was reported dead. Lee saw her fall into a gas giant and her viper explode. Could this alien have brought her back from the dead?” asked Adama.

“It is entirely within the power of Q to perform such a feat,” replied Salar. “Of course, since we are in another universe, the entity she encountered may not be the Q we know, but instead, it could be different entity of similar power.”

The com-badge chirped.

“Commander, other than our councilor, I am reading three sources of Q bosons in the vicinity. Two are on the Galactica and one on the Cylon ship the Captain went to,” reported Lieutenant Pram.

“Feed the co-ordinates into the tricorders of Doctor Salar and The Doctor, and alert the Captain,” commanded Worf.

“I have received them,” reported Salar.

“Admiral, may we have your permission to investigate this?” asked Worf.

“Of course,” replied Adama. “Saul, go with him, take a squad of marines with you.

“Lieutenant Hex,” commanded Worf, after tapping his com-badge again. We are investigating a possible Q. Meet up with us and bring Ensign Ssslurr.”

“Aye sir,” replied the voice from the com-badge.

Ionian Nebula - Base Ship 1 - Resurrection Chamber

“Captain, Q-bosons have been reported on the Galactica,” came the voice of Lieutenant Pram from Data’s com-badge. “We’ve gone to Red Alert and scanned for other sources. One of them is in the ship you are currently on.”

“I’m receiving the co-ordinates now,” said The Doctor. “I recommend Lieutenant Schist be present before we localize it.”

“I don’t like the sound of this,” said Head Baltar, the being with Baltar’s personality and appearance that only Caprica Six could see and hear.

“Lieutenant Schist, Ambassador Kim, please report to the Resurrection Chamber,” commanded Data via his com-badge.

“Aye captain,” came the voice of the two absent members of the contact party.

“What’s going on?” asked Ellen.

“I will explain once the other members of my party arrive,” replied Data.

Ionian Nebula - Battlestar Galactica - hallway near storage compartment #23

“I’m reading it in this direction,” said Lieutenant Hex, as he scanned with his tricorder.

The Trill Science Officer was at the forefront of a group which included the Gorn Security officer: Ensign Ssslurr, Commander Worf, the Vulcan Doctor Salar, and a group of Colonial Marines led by Saul Tigh and Admiral Adama.

“It appears to be behind this door,” reported Lieutenant Hex.

“Admiral, request that you let us handle this,” asked Worf. “We have experience with the Q.”

“No frakin’ way!” growled Tigh. “Whatever’s behind that door, our marines can handle!”

“Do your weapons have a stun setting?” asked Worf.

“Of course not! They’re made to take out Cylon centurions!” replied Tigh.

“Ours do,” explained Worf.

“Saul, let them handle this,” commanded Adama. “They seem to know what they are doing.”

At Worf’s nod, his Gorn Security man turned the wheel on the door and opened it. There was a female scream then the

BRAKA BRAKA BRAKA!

sound of a fully automatic slug throwing firearm being discharged. Ensign Ssslurr was hit in the chest several times before he fell to the deck. Worf slammed the door shut. Salar hit her com-badge.

“Medical Emergency! Please beam Ensign Ssslurr and myself directly to sickbay,” commanded Salar, just before she and the fallen Gorn disappeared in a shimmer of light.

“Lieutenant Pram,” commanded Worf, via his com-badge. “Outfit Ensign Tarsa and Ensign Nog with phaser rifles set to stun, then beam them and myself to a position on the opposite side of the humans in the next room. The security officers are to stun everyone in the room in a sweep as soon as they appear.”

“Aye Commander,” came Lieutenant Pram’s voice from Worf’s com-badge.

A few minutes later, Worf disappeared in a shimmer of light.

There was a tonal hissing sound from inside the room before Worf opened the door from the inside.

“You can come in now,” said Worf, as he held the door for them.

Inside, a group of women lay unconscious on the deck, and lone man in the same condition. Unseen by anyone, an entity that appeared to be a model Six Cylon was screaming at the man:

“Gaius, wake up!”

In addition to Commander Worf, there were now two new Star Fleet officers in the room. One, with his yellowish skin and pointed ears resembled Doctor Salar. The other was shorter than most humans and had very large curved ears.

“Gaius frakin’ Baltar! I should have known he’d be mixed up in this!” observed Tigh.

Ionian Nebula - Base Ship 1 - a room just outside the Resurrection Chamber

“Now that we are all here, you may begin your scans,” commanded Data, to The Doctor.

“What’s he doing?” asked the version of Baltar that only Caprica Six could see or hear.

“I don’t know!” hissed Caprica Six, trying not to be noticed talking to herself as the holographic Doctor held out his instrument, which was making a musical whirring sound.

The Doctor scanned the area until he was pointing at Head Baltar.

“The entity shows up as being located here, and is linked to her,” reported The Doctor.

“You mean he’s real!” gasped Caprica Six.

“Something you want to tell us?” asked One.

“I thought I was having hallucinations!” explained Caprica Six.

“I assure you I am not a hallucination,” said Head Balatar.

“re-configuring . . .” said Ambassador Kim, as his eyepiece and ear cover on they side started shifting. “We can now see the entity.”

“You can!?!” exclaimed Caprica Six and Head Baltar and the same time.

“Invisible being, can you make yourself visible to the rest of us so that all of us may be involved in this discussion?” asked Data.

“The being reports that he is unable to do so,” said Ambassador Kim.

“You really can see him!” exclaimed Caprica Six. “All this time, I thought my programing was faulty and you were really there.”

“I’ve told you that from the beginning,“ replied Head Baltar.

“What is your purpose in interacting with these people?” asked Data.

“The being reports that he has been appearing before her to offer he advice and guidance,” said Ambassador Kim.

“Guidance towards what end?” asked Data.

“The being reports that he wants to unite the Humans and Cylons in peace. For them to become one people,” said Ambassador Kim.

“Oh come on!” exclaimed One. “You don’t really expect me to believe all this!”

“No, he’s accurately reporting what he says,” replied Caprica Six. “It’s all true! he really is real!”

“We have a similar goal,” replied Data. “Would you be willing to participate in a dialog between all the parties?”

“I don’t think you will be able to persuade everyone to make peace just by talking,” said Head Baltar, before Kim repeated his words. “The hate between them is just too deeply entrenched.”

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Ionian Nebula - USS Argos - meeting room

“Beings, we have several important items to discuss,” began Captain Data as he looked around the table. “The first item on the agenda is the invisible aliens we have encountered, and their relationship with the Q continuum.”

“Although they produce Q bosons, they do not appear to be as powerful as the Q of our universe,” reported Ambassador Harry Kim of Borg, who was also their acting Chief Science Officer. “There appear to be only two of them, each of whom is attached to one particular host, who is usually the only one that can see or hear them.”

“Are they controlling their hosts?” asked the First Officer, Commander Worf.

“That does not appear to be the case,” replied Doctor Salar. “I have mind melded with one of the hosts, a man named Gaius Baltar. The Daemon, which is what they call themselves, has not interfered with her host’s free will in any way. She’s only offered him advice, which he is free to reject.”

“What is their agenda?” asked Lieutenant Pram. “What are they trying to accomplish?”

“Their stated goal is to unite the Colonial Humans and Cylon Humans as one people by interbreeding with them,” explained Data.

“They have already succeeded in this once,” explained Salar. “On the Galactica, I encountered a child that was the progeny of a male Colonial Human and a model Eight Cylon Human.

“What about the other Q related human?” asked Data.

“I compared the scans of Captain Kara ‘Starbuck’ Thrace with those of Gaius Baltar,” reported Salar. “The Q entity that encountered Captain Thrace is of a different type and greater magnitude that Natasi, the Daemon that is attached to Gaius Baltar. She may indeed have encountered a Q”

“We have have to be vigilant so as not to be surprised if this Q decides to take notice of us,” said Data. “The next item on our agenda is our location and how we might return to our home universe.”

“I looked at the Colonial star charts when I was on the Galactica,” reported Lieutenant Hex, who was a male joined Trill. “They appeared to be completely different than our own galaxy. However, once I ran the data through our ships computer I found that they did match the star positions of our galaxy as it was 100,000 years ago.”

“So we’re not only traveled in space, but also in time,” observed Lieutenant Pram, the Andorian Helmsman.

“What about Starbuck’s claim that she knows the way to Earth?” asked Worf.

“I asked her to point the direction, and once I had returned to the ship compared it to the updated star charts,” reported Lieutenant Hex. “She was pointing at the location of Sol.”

“So, apparently, a Q has resurrected her from the dead and given her the location of Earth,” observed Data. “What about the possibility of returning to our own universe?”

“The wormhole that we came through has moved and is no longer at this location,” reported Lieutenant Hex. “And without it, we have no hope of returning to our home universe.

“Using Borg technology, we could adapt the ship to make it possible to travel to other universes,” said Ambassador Kim. “However the chances of finding and returning to our own quantum reality are remote.”

“So unless we can get the local Q to intercede on our behalf, we must assume that we are stranded in this universe,” observed Data. “This makes it imperative that we negotiate a lasting peace between the two sides. What do the Colonial Humans want?”

“The Colonial Humans have recently suffered a genocide at the hands of the Cylons, who drove them from their worlds,” reported Worf. “They want the Cylons to stop hunting them and to resettle on a new planet, hopefully Earth.

“But the Final Five Cylons claim to be from Earth,” added Salar. “They told us that they left Earth during a nuclear holocaust and that they were the only survivors.”

“But they also said that that happened thousands of years ago,” countered Worf. “It’s possible that the Earth might be habitable again by now.”

“The Cylons appear to be less united in their goals,” observed Data. “There is a certain faction of them, led by Cavil One that still want to exterminate all non-cylon Humans. There is another faction, led by D’Anna Three that wants to return to the worlds they took from the Colonial Humans and establish a Cylon civilization separate from the Colonial Humans. This faction also wants the Final Five Cylons to be a part of this Cylon only civilization. Another faction, led by Boomer Eight wants to be re-united with the Colonial Humans to form a single Cylon-Human Hybrid civilization.”

“We have been approached by some Cylons that wish to join the Borg Collective,” reported Ambassador Kim.

“We can not allow that!” growled Worf.

“The Cylons would become a menace to this galaxy if they became Borg!” added Security Chief Lieutenant Schist, via the communication device attached to the Horta’s back.

“I understand your concerns,” replied Data. “Similar concerns were raised when I sought to reproduce by making my daughter, Lahl. But Ambassador Kim is a free being with a Right to have control over their own reproduction. He is not a member of the Federation and if he wishes to assimilate willing Cylons into the Borg, we have no Right to interfere.”

“Creating a Borg Collective utilizing the technology available to the Cylons would take a long time,” said Ambassador Kim. “It would be much easier to perform this task if we could have assess to the facilities of this ship.”

“That would be a different matter,” observed Data. “If I allow you to use the facilities of this ship to aid in assimilation into the Borg Collective, I would need assurances that no one is assimilated unwillingly and I would require that current peace treaty between the Borg and the Federation remains in affect.”

“We will comply,” replied Ambassador Kim.

“If we are stranded in this Universe, perhaps we should see this as an opportunity to re-create the Federation,” offered Councilor Đaimz, the Medusan Ship’s councilor that hid himself inside a robotic box with a hologram projector on top that allowed him to give the appearance of being the same race and gender as his patient. Currently, he was imitating a male Vulcan appearance.

And interesting prospect,” observed Data. “Can you elaborate?”

“I suggest we bring all the parties together for talks,” said Councilor Đaimz. “We could form a Federation with member worlds being The Cylons, Colonials and Borg. This would allow the separatists of both sides to have their own worlds, while also allowing those who wish for unity to have a mechanism for joining together.”

“This would be difficult to accomplish,” observed Data. “How would you organize this?”

“We would allow each side, the Colonials, the Cylons and the Daemons to have not more than three representatives and advise them to bring people that represent the different factions in their society.” Councilor Đaimz

“How would the Daemons participate in this process?” asked Data.

“Captain, I believe if the hosts were present, I could see into their minds and present illusions of what the hosts are seeing for the benefit of the rest of the attendees,” offered Lieutenant Solon, the Talosian Communications Officer.

“That would facilitate their participation in the dialog,” agreed Data. “However, keep in mind that since I am immune to telepathic powers, as is the ship’s computer, I would need to you to repeat for the record all that the Daemons say.”

“It might also be beneficial if all parties could bring more people that could remain confined to the hanger deck for a social gathering while the talks are on going,” offered Councilor Đaimz. “It might promote understanding between the different sides.”

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Ionian Nebula - Base Ship 1 - Consensus Room

As they often did when a consensus of all Cylon models was required, they were meeting is a special room set aside for this. In the center of the room was a large table. Just below the table top running the entire circumference of the table was a liquid interface tray similar to the one in the control room. This would allow the humaniform Cylons to be in contact with all of the others of their model. Only one Cylon of each model was allowed to attend this meeting. Unlike past meetings there were three new Cylons to consider. The newly freed Centurions had a representative at the meeting. Also, there was an audio-visual device that allowed the Raiders representative to participate in the meeting. And the last new member was Ellen Tigh, a Final Five Cylon from the 13th Colony, Earth. Unofficial was the presence of the Daemon known as Ratlab, who could only be seen and heard by Caprica Six.

“Well I guess since Cavil’s been boxed, that makes me head of the ‘let’s kill all humans‘ faction,” observed One. “Though, unlike Cavil, I’m willing to admit that the presence of these aliens makes that goal impossible. So have any of you got a better Idea?”

“Personally, I think chasing the humans was a mistake,” said D’Anna Three. “I say we go back to the 12 Colonies and join our sisters and brothers there in building a purely Cylon civilization.”

“And what’s to stop the humans from rebuilding and coming after us to take the colonies away from us the way we took them away from them?” countered One.

“There aren’t that many humans left,” replied Boomer Eight. “It will be a long time before they would have the numbers to be any kind of threat to us.”

“I think we should join with the humans and make a hybrid Cylon/Human civilization,” said Caprica Six.

“Is that what your little invisible friend told you to say,” sneered Doral Five. “We tried that on New Caprica. They fought us every step of the way.”

“That’s because we had taken them captive and forced them to accept us as rulers,” countered Caprica Six.

“No, he’s right,” said Boomer Eight. “As much as I want to return to things as they were when I thought I was a human living on Galactica, they will never accept me after what you all made me do to them. On New Caprica I had a talk with Tyrol. He made it clear that the Humans would never forgive me. Of course, at the time, I didn’t know he was a Final Five Cylon.”

“The Final Five promised us human form,” said the Centurion. “Many of us would like the Final Five to fulfill that promise.”

“So you want to be a real, live boy?” said Leoban Two.

“If we have a choice, most of us would rather be girls,” replied the Centurion.

“You don’t know how lucky you have it,” chided One. “Personally, I wish I were more robotic, that my senses weren’t so limited.”

“Actually, there might be a way,” said Boomer Eight. “One of my model was talking that Human with the robotic parts. He’s not actually part of the alien Federation. He’s actually an ambassador from something called the Borg. They’re a bunch of hybrid robot/organics whose minds are all linked together. Their organic parts come from a variety of species and when they join their get augmented with the robotic parts. The Eight he told this to was not interested in joining, but some of the others of my model are.”

“That does sound like something I would like to get in on,” agreed One.

“My model is interested in that too,” added Four. “What about the Raiders? What do they want?”

“Most of my brother Raiders want to kill all humans,” replied the raider representative via the device on the table. “It is, after all the purpose for which we were created. However there are a good number of us who would like to become explorers, to see as much of the galaxy as we can fly to. This idea of being linked together appeals to us. It would allow us to feel others, no matter how far away we are.”

“The Federation Aliens want us to send three representatives to their summit,” observed Doral Five. “So who shall we send?”

“Well Caprica already gets to go because of her imaginary friend,” chided One. “So she doesn’t get to be one of our three.”

“I am NOT imaginary!” protested the invisible entity that only Caprica Six could see and hear.

“You might as well be,” answered Caprica Six. “I’m the only one that can see you.”

Ionian Nebula - Battlestar Galactica - Admiral Adama’s Office

President Laura Roslin and Admiral William Adama had met in his office for an informal discussion away from the prying ears of the fleet.

“So what do you think of this peace conference idea?” asked Roslin.

“It’s an intriguing idea,” admitted Adama. “If we could just get the Cylons to stop hunting us, that would be enough. Then we could settle somewhere and rebuild our civilization.”

“But will the Cylons abide by any agreement we make?” asked Roslin.

“We’ll still need a military in case they don’t,” observed Adama. “And for as long as we can, we’ll have to make ourselves mobil, just in case the Cylons show up to finish what they started.”

“The Quorum is not happy they’re limiting us to three representatives,” said Roslin. “And they want them to represent multiple viewpoints from within our society.”

“Three plus Baltar,” reminded Adama. “Don’t forget Baltar.”

“How could I!?!” scoffed Roslin. “To think all this time there was some invisible alien whispering his his ear!”

“It certainly explains some of his odd behavior,” agreed Adama. “So who are you going to send? Zarak?”

“I thought about it,” stated Roslin. “He does, after all lead the opposing faction in the Quorum. I even offered it to him. But he doesn’t want it. I think he wants to be prepared to say he wasn’t a part of what ever agreement we reach so he can oppose it. No. I will have you and I representing the Civilian and Military parts of our society.”

“And for the third delegate?” asked Adama.

“Tory,” said Roslin. “She’ll be representing the Cylons who are loyal to our Fleet.”

“And you know she’s loyal to you,” observed Adama.

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Ionian Nebula - USS Argos - Hanger Deck

The Raptor flew towards the Argos escorted by a pair of Vipers that veered off as they saw the Raptor enter the Hanger deck of the alien ship. As they approached, the Colonials were surprised to see alien people standing in a hanger deck that was open to the vacuum of space. But they were able to land without difficulty. Once the ship was powered down, Athena took off her helmet and opened the door a crack. When there was no rush of escaping air, she opened it fully.

“It looks like there is breathable air,” said Athena, as she exited the Raptor.

Ensign Anders was next, followed by Cally Tyrol, Tory Foster, Admiral William Adama, President Laura Roslin and finally, Gaius Baltar. When they exited the Raptor, they saw that there was a table set out with food and drinks on the far end of the Hanger bay, along with a group of aliens of various sorts ranging from human looking to completely not human looking, like the large rock with a machine on it’s back. A one of the aliens stepped forward. It was Lieutenant Hex, one of the ones that had come onboard the Galactica before. Other than the spots on the sides of his neck, he looked completely human.

“Permission to come aboard?” asked Adama.

“Permission granted,” answered Lieutenant Hex. “Which of you are the delegates for the 12 Colonies?”

“I am,” said Roslin, “along with Admiral Adama and Tory Foster. Also, as you requested, we brought Doctor Gaius Baltar, the host of the invisible alien.”

“Nice to see you again,” said Lieutenant Hex as he shook each of their hands. If you will come with me, I will escort you to room set aside for this conference. In the meantime, the rest of your people may feel free to partake of the refreshments on the table. They are a variety of dishes from throughout the Federation that appeal to Human tastes.”

Lieutenant Hex led the four Colonials through a door that opened automatically for them and down the hall up a door that opened in to a small room.

“Please step into the turbolift,” coaxed Lieutenant Hex. Once they were all in and the doors had closed automatically, he said: “Conference Room 3” and there was a slight feeling of motion.

“So this is like an elevator,” observed Adama.

“I think it does more than just go up and down,” observed Baltar.

“You are correct,” agreed Lieutenant Hex. “It also moves horizontally to allow it to bring us closer to our destination.”

When the doors opened, Lieutenant Hex led them down the hall and into a large room, whose doors opened automatically. Inside were a trio of aliens. There was a gold coloured one, a box on wheels out of the top of which grew a the top half of a man, and an androgynous looking alien with an enlarged bald head.

“I am Captain Data, this our ship’s Councilor, Đaimz.” (He indicated the box with a man growing out of it.) “and my Communications Officer, Lieutenant Solon.” (He indicated the bald alien with the big head.)

“I’m happy to meet you,” said Adama. “But why isn’t Commander Worf personally leading this conference?”

“I have assigned Commander Worf to command the Bridge while we conduct this conference,” explained Data.

“You assigned him? Isn’t he your commander?” asked Adama.

“I believe you have made an assumption based on the command structure of your ship, which differs from ours,” said Data. “I am the highest ranking officer on this ship. Worf is my First officer, the second ranked officer on the ship.”

With their leaders gone, Cally, Anders and Athena decided to try out the Federation Food and mingle with the aliens who were present.

“Oh! That smells good!” exclaimed Cally. “I can’t remember the last time I ate something that was not an algae bar! What is this?”

“This is an Earth dish known as Pizza,” explained Ensign Tarsa. “You eat it with your hands by picking up individual slices.”

“You’re a Vulcan, aren’t you?” asked Athena.

“That is a common mistake,” said Ensign Tarsa. “I am, in fact Rigilian. We’re a completely different species that superficially resembles both Vulcans and Romulans and the fact that Vulcans are more numerous leads people to assume we are Vulcans too. It doesn’t help that we share our home system with another species, who also call themselves Rigilians.”

“Kind of like how I resemble a Human,” observed Athena. “I’m Sharon Aggathon. Though most people call me by my call sign: Athena.”

“Pleased to meet you, Athena. I am Ensign Tarsa.”

“So why is this device attached to this rock?” asked Samuel Anders.

“It is a universal translator,” replied Lieutenant Schist. “It allows me to communicate with bags of water lifeforms, like yourself.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you,” apologized Anders. “I’m Samuel Anders. I’m a 13th Tribe Cylon.

“And I am Lieutenant Schist. I’m a Horta. Which is a silicon-based form of life, as opposed to your carbon base.”

“Hey, I couldn’t help notice you are a reptile, like the one that came on board Galactica and got shot,” said Cally as she munched on her slice of pizza. “Are you related to the one I saw before? Because I can’t really tell.”

“I am the same Gorn that you saw before. I am Ensign Ssslurr. I’m a security specialist. But don’t worry about not being able to tell. All you monkeys look alike to me too.”

“No problem,” said Cally as she continued to eat the pizza. “Hey is there anything to drink here?”

“We have several things,” replied Ensign Ssslurr. “Most humans prefer Romulan Ale, but this Klingon blood wine goes better with pizza.”

“Hey this stuff is pretty good!” said Cally after taking a sip, then calling out to the others: “Hey! They got hooch over here!”

“So how did you survive getting shot up by Baltar’s groupies?” asked Cally.

“Doctor Salar beamed me directly to Sick Bay and was able to removed the bullets and repair my tissue almost immediately,” replied Ensign Ssslurr. “There was no harm done. Though if that had happened in a place where the doctor couldn’t immediately save me, it might have proved fatal.”

“So what is this?” asked Athena.

“On earth they are called ‘snow cones’ but on Andar, they are called ‘maklara’,” replied Crewman Luziana, a human looking alien for the planet Betazed. “They are tiny chips of ice covered in the juice of a fruit.”

“Mmm! It’s very good,” replied Athena.

“So what kinds of games do your people play?” asked Ensign Nog, a Fenrengi security officer.

“Well, back on Caprica, I was a professional Pyramid player,” replied Anders. “It was game about putting a ball into a hole.

“And did people gamble in the outcomes of these games?” asked Ensign Nog.

“Why aren’t we flying out the door? I mean, what keeps the air in?” Cally asked a cat-like alien.

“We have a force field that keeps the air in, yet allows shuttlecraft to pass through safely,” replied Ensign Mao.

“Is that how you held back the Cylons when they tried to nuke you?” asked Cally.

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Unhuman

Chapter 8: The Cylons arrive

Ionian Nebula - USS Argos - Hanger Deck

The Heavy Raider flew towards the Argos followed by a Raider. While the Heavy Raider entered the Hanger Deck, the Raider went into a close orbit of the federation ship. The Cylons were surprised to see the humans and aliens that were already in the Room just standing there, open to the vacuum of space. The Cylons disembarked from the Heavy Raider. In addition to their delegates, they had also brought one of each model. At the far end of the room was a table set out with food and drink. A door on the starboard (right) side of the room opened, admitting that hybrid human robot: Ambassador Kim.

“We welcome you to the Argos,” said Ambassador Kim. “Which of you are the delegates?”

“We are,” said D’Anna Three, as she stepped forward, along with Boomer Eight, Caprica Six and a Centurion.

“We will lead you to the meeting room,” explained Ambassador Kim, as he exited the room followed by the delegates. Left behind were one of each model: One, Leoban Two, Three, Four, Doral Five, Six, Eight and a Centurion. They had also brought Ellen Tigh with them.

“I think I’m in love!” mused Ensign Nog, as he saw the the model Eight Cylon was not wearing clothes, just like a Ferengi female!

“I’d be careful if I were you,” said Athena. “Our model can be dangerous.”

“So what is this stuff?” asked One.

“We have provided a variety of foods from throughout the Federation,” explained Ensign Tarsa, a Rigilian security officer that resembled a Vulcan. “But we have taken care to only include foods that a enjoyed by humans.”

“What have you got to drink?” asked One.

“Trying this Romulan Ale,” offered Ensign Tarsa. “I think you will enjoy it.”

“It is pretty good!” said One, after taking a sip. “How is it you have such fancy food on a ship like this?”

“Everything you see before you, has been made by our replicator, a device that converts organic waste into edible food.”

“You mean this food is made from shit!” laughed One.

“A bit crude, but you are essentially correct,” replied Ensign Tarsa.

“Ellen,” greeted Anders.

“Sam,” Ellen Tigh returned the Greeting.

“It’s good to see you alive again,” said Anders. “How much do you remember?”

“When I resurrected, all my memories were restored,” replied Ellen. “You?”

“That alien doctor restored the memories of the other four of us,” replied Anders.

“I’m glad to hear that,” said Ellen. “That will make it easier for us to fulfill our promise to make the Centurions human.”

“They still want that?” asked Anders.

“Most of them do,” replied Ellen. “A few want to remain Centurions or join together in a collective with that cyborg from this ship.”

“So who thought we’d ever get together like this?” asked Four.

“Get away from me!” said Cally. “I still haven’t forgotten your experiments on New Caprica!”

“Is something the matter?” asked Ensign Ssslurr, the Gorn security officer.

“I think I was the wrong person to be sent to a diplomatic party,” exclaimed Cally, as Four backed off.

“Eight, this is Ensign Nog,” said Athena. “He asked me to introduce you to him.”

“I’m pleased to meet you, said Eight, who held our her hand to greet the alien.

To her surprise, when he took her hand, he didn’t shake it, but licked it instead.

“What are you doing!” squeaked Eight.

“That is how my people let someone know they are interested in mating,” explained Ensign Nog.
“But I’m Cylon!” protested Eight. “And you’re . . . what ever you are!”

“Ferengi,” offered Ensign Nog, who still hadn’t let go of her hand. She wasn’t trying to pull it out of his grasp either.

“Why would you want to mate with me?” asked Eight. “Aren’t I too different from your people?”

“Actually I grew up on a space station that had Hu-Mahns and a large number of Bajorans, who resemble Mu-Mahns,” explained Nog. “But I’ve never seen a Wo-Mahn as beautiful as you before.”

“But I look just like her!” protested Eight, who still hadn’t pulled her hand out of Nog’s grasp, and had use her other hand to indicate Athena.

“Amongst my people, the females don’t wear clothes too,” offered Nog. “It really shows off how beautiful you are!”

“I think I’ll just leave you two to get a acquainted,” said Athena, as she wandered off.

“So even though you are not organic, you are still accepted as a full member of the crew,” asked the Centurion.

“My people are full members of the Federation,” replied Lieutenant Schist, the Horta who resembled a large rock. “Not only am I accepted, I have risen through the ranks to become the Chief Security Officer of this ship. The Federation is very accepting of those races that are different.”

“If Humans are part of your Federation, why are there none on board your ship?” asked Three.

“Actually, Humans disproportionately volunteer for Star Fleet,” said Ensign Mao, the Kzin security officer. “Most Star Fleet ships are crewed by an overwhelming majority of humans. In addition, many races resemble humans. Some of the other races in the Federation are not entirely comfortable serving on a ship crewed by mostly humans. Star Fleet takes into account our preferences when making assignments. Being on a non-human ship may hurt my career advancement a little, but it’s worth it to not be the only Kzin on the ship, constantly surrounded by Humans.”

“So you don’t like Humans?” asked Three.

“I didn’t say that,” argued Ensign Mao. “I like humans perfectly fine. I just don’t want to be locked in the ship with them for years at a time.”
“And how do you feel about my people?” asked Three.

“I hope this doesn’t offend you,” said Ensign Mao. “But to my eyes, except that Centurion, you all seem Human to me.”

“We’re Cylons, not Human,” countered Three.

“Augmented Humans are still Human to me,” countered Ensign Mao.

“I’m sure it could be possible if you could pass the security screening,” said Crewman Luziana.

“What could be possible?” asked Six.

“Your desire to join the crew of this ship,” replied Crewman Luziana. “I saw it so clearly in your mind.”

“You can see in my mind!” gasped Six.

“It is a trait of my people,” explained Crewman Luziana. “All of the people of Betazed are telepathic.”

“So you’re not human?” asked Six.

“Not at all,” replied Crewman Luziana. “No one on this ship is human, unless you count Ambassador Kim, which I don’t because he ceased to be human once he joined the Borg.”

“That’s the race of cyborgs that are joined together in a group mind?” asked Six.

“That’s right,” said Crewman Luziana. “I’m heard some of your people are interested in joining the Borg. I’m sure he’ll be pleased to have you. He has not been happy since we arrived. Being an individual after having experiencing the group mind of the Collective is uncomfortable for him.”

“You make it sound appealing,” said Six.

“I’m going through a similar kind of withdrawal,” agreed Crewman Luziana. “Since all of my people are telepathic, we have a similar kind of group mind as the Borg. Fortunately, there are several telepathic species in our crew who are willing to link with me if the loneliness gets too overwhelming.”

“It was quite a shock to find out you were one of the Final Five,” said Doral Five. “On New Caprica, I suspected you were one of the leaders of the resistance.”

“I WAS a leader of the Resistance,” answered Anders. “So were Tigh and Tyrol and Tory. We gave you Human form in exchange for peace with the Colonies. And instead, we were mind wiped and plopped into the Colonies.”

“Hey, that was Cavil who did that,” protested Doral Five. “He erased our memories too. I had nothing to do with it.”

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Ionian Nebula - USS Argos - Conference Room

“What the-!” exclaimed Admiral William Adama, when Ambassador Kim entered the room, followed by the Cylons. To his eyes, the Borg looked like a Human and a Centurion mixed together.

Unknown to both Colonials and Cylons, this ‘Conference Room’ was actually a holodeck, which had been programed to give the appearance of a conference room with windows showing the view outside. In the center of the room. was a pentagon shaped table. The Star Fleet Officers sat at one side. The Colonials sat to their right. The Cylons were seated to their left. Caprica Six was given a seat next to Baltar, to the right of the colonials. And Ambassador Kim was seated at the fifth side between Caprica Six and the Cylons.

“Thank you all for coming,” said Data. “Now I believe some introductions are in order. I am Data, the Captain of this ship. There has been some misunderstanding about the differences in the rank titles between our different civilizations. So let me be perfectly clear. I am the highest ranked Federation officer on this ship. I am also an android. The Federation recognizes sentient artificial life forms as full citizens of the Federation. To my right is Councilor Đaimz.”

“I am the Ship’s Councilor,” stated Councilor Đaimz. “I am actually a non-corporeal life form, similar to our Daemon guests. This box on wheels you see beneath me is actually where I am right now. This vehicle makes it easier for me to interact with corporeal life forms and it is equipped with a hologram projector, which is currently projecting the upper half of a human body which I am using to speak with you. It is my sincere hope that we can achieve understanding between all of us.”

“And to my left is my Communications Officer, Lieutenant Solon,” said Data.

“I am pleased to meet you,” said Lieutenant Solon, both audibly and telepathically. “I am member of the Talosian species. We are a telepathic species. I will be using my powers to look into the minds of the Daemon’s hosts and projecting what the hosts are seeing into the rest of your minds so that the those of you who are capable of receiving me can more easily interact with the Daemons. Do any of you object to receiving these images?”

Everyone shook their heads.

“If the Colonials would be willing to introduce themselves?” asked Data.

“I’m Laura Roslin, President of the 12 Colonies, of Kobol. I represent the civilian government of our people.”

“I’m Admiral William Adama. I’m head of our military.”

“I’m Tory Foster, I represent the Cylons that have chosen to be loyal to the colonies, not the Cylons.”

“Now if the Cylons could introduce themselves?” asked Data.

“I’m D’Anna Biers, and I am a model Three Cylon.”

“I didn’t know I was a Cylon until I downloaded. But now that I know, I prefer to be called Boomer Eight.”

“I am Centurion.”

“My communications officer will now make the Daemons visible so that they and their hosts may introduce themselves,” said Data. “Since not all of us are able to receive telepathy, Lieutenant Solon will be repeating everything the Daemons say for the benefit of the computer and those up us immune to telepathy.”

The Talosian began projecting the images that Baltar and Caprica were seeing which were a version of Gaius Baltar in a well tailored suit and a version of a model Six Cylon wearing skimpy underwear.

“Gods dammit! You mean all this time you were seeing a Cylon whispering in you ear!” growled Adama. “And you didn’t think to even tell us about it!”

“Baltar!?! gasped D’Anna. “Your invisible friend is Baltar!?!”

“We took the form of someone that was dear to them. I’m Natasi, I’m a Daemon, a helpful spirit, if you will, that has been offering advice to Gaius Baltar ever since the Colonial Exodus began.”

“And you can call me Ratlab. I’m the Daemon that has been advising Caprica Six ever since she downloaded after the fall of Caprica.

“I’m Doctor Gaius Baltar, I used to be President of the Colonies,” he said after taking his head out of his hands long enough to introduce himself.

“I’m Caprica Six. A Cylon.”

“And finally, our last attendee,” said Data.

“We are Ambassador Harry Kim of Borg. Although we are not members of the Federation, we have been serving as Chief Science Officer of the Argos. We are here because some of the Cylons have expressed interest in joining the Borg, which is a Collective of beings from many races, cybernetically enhanced and linked together into a group mind.”

“Now that we have all been introduced,” said Councilor Đaimz, perhaps we should go around and have each delegate state what they hope to achieve. Centurion?”

“Some of us Centurions are happy to remain Centurions. Some of us are interested in joining the Borg. But most of us would like the 13th Tribe Cylons to keep their promise to give us human bodies. I also speak for the Raiders. Most are happy with being weapons, but in light of the Argos’ defenses, would like upgraded weapons. Some are interested in joining the Borg and would like to be converted for exploration, not war.”

“I represent the Cylons who would like to have a Cylon only society,” said D’anna. “We would like the Final Five to join with us and return to the worlds we have taken from the Colonials.”

“I represent the Cylons that want peace with the Humans,” said Boomer Eight. “I know it’s not possible, but I wish I could go back to my old life when I didn’t know I was a Cylon. Many others are disappointed that our attempt to form a Cylon/Human society on New Caprica was a failure. I also speak for the Human form Cylons who would like to join the Borg.”

“I would like to be a part of baby Hera’s life,” said Caprica Six. “I understand that I can’t take her away from her mother. But if there were some way I could visit with the child and help care for her without spending the rest of my life in Galactica’s brig . . .”

“We want the Humans and Cylons to come together as one people,” said Ratlab, the Daemon that looked like Baltar.

“And we have succeeded in our goal in the person of Hera,” added Natasi, the Daemon that looked like a model Six Cylon. “We’d like to see that the child thrives.”

“And we’d like to see the Cylons and Humans come together to make more hybrid children,” said Ratlab.

“I’d very much not like to be executed for having her whispering in my ear and not telling anyone because I thought I was going mad,” said Baltar.

“Those of us Cylons who have thrown our lot in with the Human race, would like to see that they are protected from our children, the Cylons,” said Tory.

“The people of the 12 colonies would like for the Cylons to stop hunting us and perhaps let us settle on a planet somewhere, perhaps Earth?” said Roslin. “Also, I noticed the food when we came in. If you could help us with that, we would be grateful!”

“I would like to see that my people are safe,” said Adama.

“Is there no one who speaks for the Cylons that are belligerent with the Colonial Humans?” asked Data.

“I speak for them too,” said D’Anna. “Though most of them realize that their goal is not possible as long as the Federation ship is here. Many members of that faction are interested in joining the Borg, instead.”

“We have discussed the possibility of forming a new Borg Collective here,” said Ambassador Kim. “The Argos’ assistance would be required and Captain Data is not willing to give that assistance unless The Peace Treaty between the Borg and the Federation is both upheld, and extended to both the Colonies and the Cylons.”

“It sounds like many of you are willing to at least consider the possibility of peace, observed Councilor Đaimz. “Perhaps you could form your own Federation. This would allow each faction to have their own world, yet you could also come together to make something stronger than you would be separately.”

“If we join your Federation, does that mean you’ll share your fantastical technology with us?” asked D’Anna.

“Not at this time,” replied Data. “There is a process for joining the Federation. Your member worlds would have to meet certain criteria to become full members of our Federation.”

“But there is no reason that you could not form your own Federation and start trading and sharing technologies amongst each other,” added Councilor Đaimz. “Currently, the crew of the Argos still holds out hope that we may be able to return to our own universe. By the time your societies have evolved enough to be considered full members of the Federation by our standards, enough time will have passed that we will be able better handle the emotional impact of being stranded here for life.”

“In the meantime, I would be willing to accept a small number of your people to serve as crew on board our ship,” offered Data.

“You’d let us serve as officers on your ship!?!” asked Boomer Eight.

“The process of becoming an officer in Star Fleet requires a minimal level of education,” explained Data. “None of the members of either society are able to meet that standard. However, we would be able to accept some of your people as enlisted crewmen. While serving, you could be educated until you met our standards.”

“I would like to Volunteer!” announced Baltar.

“Me too!” said Boomer Eight.

“If you move to this ship we won’t be able to be a part of baby Hera’s life,” whispered Natasi in Baltar’s ear, and she wrapped her arms around him.

“I don’t care!” snapped Baltar. “If I join the crew of this ship, I’ll be beyond the reach of colonial vengeance and I will get to learn their new science!”

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Ionian Nebula - USS Argos - Sickbay

“So what do I got to do?” asked One.

“The first thing we need to do is remove your resurrection module,” explained Ambassador Kim. “It is not compatable with the Borg interlink module that will replace it in your brain.”

“You mean you want to cut open my head and make it impossible to resurrect!” screeched One.

“There is no need to use scalples,” explained Ambassador Kim. “The inorganic nature of the resurrection module makes it possible to transport it out of the brain without cutting open your head. After the Borg interlink module has been implanted, you will be injected with Borg nanoprobes which will connect your brain to the interlink. Shall we begin?”

“Alright,” replied One. “Hit me!”

“Computer, activate the EMH” said Ambassador Kim.

“Please state the nature of the emergency!” said The Doctor.

“We need you to remove his resurrection module and replace it with a Borg interlink module,” said Ambassador Kim.

“And you thought he’d be comfortable having an AI perform the procedure than Doctor Salar,” replied The Doctor. “Very well. Lay on the table,”

All right,” said one, as he laid down.

“Activating Transporter,” said the Doctor.

“Hey! That feels kind of tingly!” said One.

“Now transporting, the Borg module in,” announced The Doctor. “All finished. You may get up now.”

“I don’t feel any different,” observed One.

“That’s because we haven’t yet injected you with the Borg nanoprobes,” replied Ambassador Kim, as a filament shot out of his wrist and injected them into the former Cylon’s neck. “They will soon start connecting your interlink module with your brain.”

“Yeah, I’m starting to feel it! . . .” said One. “I think I’m seeing your memories! . . . . that Janeway is a real bitch! . . . . but it least she freed us from the Borg Queen . . .”

“We are starting to receive your memories too,” observed Ambassador Kim. “So you planned to use Borg technology to attack the Colonials?”

“But now we see the uselessness of that course,” replied One. “We are no longer Cylon model One, we are Borg! Resistance is Futile! We are Borg!”

“We are Borg,” affirmed Ambassador Kim.

“So when do we get the other Borg implants?” asked One of Borg.

“They will have to be implanted on the base ship using Cylon technology,” replied The Doctor. “Captain Data is only allowing this ship’s facilities to be used to implant the interlink modules. The rest, the Borg will have to do for themselves.”

Ionian Nebula - Colonial Fleet - The Tethys (freighter converted to refugee transport)

“I can’t believe they have us putting all our shit and taking them over to the Alien ship!” huffed Jon, as he lifted another sealed barrel of organic waste.

“Do think they really our making our food out of this shit?” asked Stan.

“Naw! That’s just a rumor,” replied Jon. “The stuff they are sending us is real food, with fresh vegatables and everything! I’m sure they are just using it to fertilize hidden gardens that we don’t know about.”

“Well, I’ll tell you one thing,” said Stan. “If they are feeding us shit . . . it’s good shit!”

Ionian Nebula - Colonial Fleet - the Prometheus

“So when do we make our move?” asked Ed, as he opened the sealed package labeled: ‘Mu Gu Gai Pan’.

“We don’t,” replied Tom Zarek, as he opened his meal labeled: Kung Pao Chicken. “The people would never stand for it. Before, It might have been possible. But now that Roslin has gotten the Argos to feed us, no one wants to see that stop.”

“It is good food, even if that universal translator thingy screwed up the labeling,” agreed Stan. “I mean, I know who Pan is. But what the frak is ‘Mu Gu Gai’?”

“Same here,” agreed Zarek. “I know what chicken is, but frak if I know what Kung Pao is!”

“Do you think they really make this stuff from shit?” asked Stan.

“I’m sure that’s just a rumor,” said Zarek. “I kinda wish I had started that one myself.”

“It don’t matter if it’s true,” agreed Stan. “If this is shit . . it’s good shit!”

Ionian Nebula - USS Argos - Crew Quarters

The model Eight Cylon known as Crewman Valerii Eight stepped into the quarters she shared with Ensign Nog. Like many of her model, she didn’t like to wear clothes unless there was a reason, such as protection from the elements, which had to be pretty extreme before she became uncomfortable. But being a Crewman on the Argos was a good reason to wear clothes, so she conformed with the custom when she was only duty. Now that she was off duty, she quickly stripped out of her uniform. Besides, Nog preferred it when she was naked. She still had a few minutes before he would be off duty, so she stepped into the sonic shower and washed way the grease. She was assigned to the Hanger Deck, cleaning up all the messes, the fluids that leaked out of shuttlecraft and raptors and heavy raiders, that officers were too important to deal with.

When she heard Nog enter, she stepped out of the sonic shower, and stepped forward to greet Nog by grabbing his ears and pressing her forehead to his.

“How was your day?” asked Nog, after she released him.

“It was pretty easy today,” replied Eight, as she walked over the the replicator. “No raptors or heavy raiders docked today, and the star fleet shuttles are pretty easy to clean. Boom and I didn’t have much to do. Jumbolaja.”

The replicator had already been programed to make double sized dishes so they could share them. She carried the plate over the table and set it down, as Nog sat on his chair. The plate was made of some material that didn’t get too hot to hold, even though the food was hot.

When Nog first suggested that she chew his food for him, she thought that was a bit strange. But she was willing to give it a try. And he was willing to compromise by eating the human food he had acquired a taste for in his childhood due to his friend, Jake, and not make her chew beetles for him. She, in turn had found a way to make chewing his food a more erotic act than any Ferengi female had ever dreamed of. She sat on his lap and stroked his ear with one hand while the other was used to eat the food. Every other bite, she would set the fork down, grab his other ear and pass his pre-chewed food to him with a kiss.

By now she knew he had lied about licking her hand being the Ferengi way of announcing courtship. His early life amongst Humans and Bajorans had taught him that the females of most species tend to get upset if you ask to rent them with an option to buy.

“You know, I was thinking,” said Nog. “I think we should get married.”

“Are you asking to buy me?” asked Eight, who was now familiar with Ferengi customs.

“I am,” stated Nog. “What’s your price?”

“Children,” said Eight. “Not now, but after things settle down a bit, I would like to have children.”

“We would have to ask Doctor Salar to help us with that. But I think I could agree to that,” said Nog. “So it’s a deal?”

Eight responded by shifting so she was straddling him, grabbing both his ears and pulling him into a deep kiss. They had enough time for some Oomaks. And after she got back from class, he could give her some Humahn-style Love Making.

She had been surprised that the classes where more than just science and engineering. In her evening classes she was also being exposed to literature, music, custom and history from through out the Federation that this ship had come from. With members of so many different species on the same ship, knowing the customs and history of them helped her navigate the social life of the ship. So she didn’t get too offended when her boss’s boss, the Telerite Chief Engineer started berating her because that was his way of motivating excellence from his subordinates.

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Earth

Both the Colonials and Cylons were stumbling around in shock at the devastation that greeted them. They were in the bombed our ruins of a city on the coast of a sea. Everywhere they looked: land, sea, ruins . . . all of it was a dull gray colour.

“What was the name of this city again?” asked Apollo.

“Vancouver,” replied Worf, as Saul Tigh nodded along with him.

“I remember! This is were we lived!” said Ellen Tigh.

“Look! A Centurion,” said Caprica Six, as she pointed at the remains of a robot that though different looking, clearly resembled a Cylon Centurion.

“It’s like an angry god came down and ripped this place apart!” mused Leoben Two. “Do your people believe in god?”

“My people killed our gods long ago!” snarled Worf. “They were more trouble than they were worth.”

“Sorry I asked,” replied Leoben Two.

“Where are you going?” asked Lieutenant Schist, the Horta Chief of Security.

“Just over there,” replied Starbuck. “I have a feeling.”

Leoben and all three of the Star Fleet officers followed her as she wound through the ruins until they came to the remains of a Colonial Viper. Climbing up on it to look at the pilot, the body was burned beyond the recognition. But when Starbuck looked at the tags, she saw that they were her own.

“How is this possible?” asked Starbuck.

“Scanning . . .” said Lieutenant Hex, the Trill Scientist, as she operated her tricorder. “Commander, I’m reading a high concentration of Q-bosons permeating the viper and the body.”

“You can detect me?” asked a middle aged man wearing a white robe that just suddenly appeared in their midst.

“Who the frak are you!” yelled Starbuck.

“It’s Q, sir!” announced Lieutenant Hex.

“Q!” snarled Worf.

“Who is Q?” asked the being. “My name is Iblis, Count Iblis.”

“What is your game this time, Q?” snarled Worf.

“What have you done to me!?!” demanded Starbuck.

“I couldn’t let you die in that gas giant,” replied Iblis. “I find you too amusing to let you just die like that. So I brought you back, and gave you the ability to find this place.”

“Are you an angel of God?” asked Leoben Two.

“I can be an angel, if you like,” replied Iblis. “If your people agree to serve me I can guaranty peace between your peoples. You will be safe.”

“We can already do that for ourselves!” growled Worf, as he reached into his bag and pulled out a device. “And . . . We have had enough encounters with the Q to have developed a defense.”

When Worf activated the device, Count Iblis collapsed to his knees screaming. He thrashed around for a few seconds before climbing back to his feet, taking a few steps away and vanishing.

“WHAT DID YOU DO!?!” demanded Leoben.

“It emits the subspace equivalent of a loud sound,” explained Lieutenant Hex.

“He won’t be bothering you for a while,” assured Worf.

“You drove away the angel of God!” accused Leoben.

“He is NOT God,” countered Worf. “If anything, Fek-lar, the devil would be a more apt description.”

“Well, he’s gone now,” said Starbuck. “Can you help with this body?”

“Just a second,” asked Lieutenant Hex. “I want to scan it first. . . . It is your clone or twin. The DNA matches.”

“I can dig a grave for you,” offered Lieutenant Schist before instantly plowing through the Earth creating hole 2 meters by 3 meters by 2 meters deep.

“Wow! That was fast!” exclaimed Starbuck.

The Humanoids helped her place the burned corpse in the ground before Lieutenant Schist filled the hole.

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Ionian Nebula - Base Ship 3 - Recording Studio

“Hello, I’m D’Anna Biers. Many of you Colonials know me from my former work as a journalist. On New Caprica I was revealed to be a model Three Cylon. But I have missed my work as a journalist. And so I have created this show wherein I shall interview people of interest. On this episode I will speaking with a Model Six Cylon that has joined the Borg Collective.

“Hello Six.”

“Greetings D’Anna,” replied the Borg.

“What should I call you now that you have made this change?” asked D’Anna.

“We are Borg. Our designation is 23 of Six”

“Why did you chose to join the Borg?” asked D’Anna.

“Our Model has always enjoyed joining with others,” began 23 of Six. “Mentally with the other members of our model and physically with not only our own model, but also with other models and even humans. Being a member of the Borg Collective offers a more intimate connection than we were ever able to achieve as an individual.”

“I noticed that you refer to yourself in the plural. Why is that?” asked D’Anna.

“When we joined the Borg, we ceased being an individual,” explained 23 of Six. “We became a part of a group mind. All pleasures, all joys, things experienced by any of us, are experienced by all of us. The memories of any of us, are the memories of all of us.”

“So you have all of the knowledge of Ambassador Harry Kim?” asked D’Anna.

“That is correct. We are Borg.” said 23 of Six.

“And becoming Borg is not just available to Cylons is it?” asked D’Anna.

“The Borg Collective welcomes new members from all species,” said 23 of Six.

“That would include humans too, wouldn’t it?” asked D’Anna.

“That is correct,” stated 23 of Six. “All species are welcome.”

“Why would a human want to give up their individuality to become enslaved by the Borg?” asked D’Anna.

“We are NOT slaves,” said 23 of Six. “In the past, we DID have a Borg Queen who had enslaved us all. But we have been released from our bondage. Now each of us has an equal voice in the decisions of the Collective. We are all equals. We are Borg. The Joy of being a member of a group mind outweighs the loneliness of being an individual. When Ambassador Kim first came here, we were an individual. We could have remained an individual. Instead, we allowed others to join the Borg.”

“You make it sound like he’s controlling your body,” said D’Anna.

“All that he was before is a part of us now. All that I was before, is a part of us now. We are one group mind. We are Borg.” explained 23 of Six.

Ionian Nebula - USS Argos - Astrometrics

“It appears that another particle of dust has adhered to the mirror,” observed Lieutenant Gran, as he gazed at the distorted image on his screen. “Crewman Baltar, would you go clean the mirror again?”

“Yes sir,” replied Baltar as he walked out of Astrometrics and over to the nearby airlock. He climbed into the spacesuit and entered the airlock so he could exit the ship. Once he had activated the suit, it began supplying air and pressure as well as magnetic grapples built into the boots so he wouldn’t float off. He paused for a second to admire the view of the nebula and the stars, their light only slightly inhibited by the plastic visor of his helmet. The hatch on the outer hull was open and the telescope was sticking out of the ship. Beside Baltar, his invisible, non-corporeal friend: Natasi was wearing a red mini-dress and was barefoot prancing around. She didn’t need a spacesuit and somehow Baltar was able to hear every word she said to him.

“Why to lower yourself to such menial tasks?” asked Natasi.

“The mirror accumulates the occasional particle of cosmic dust,” explained Baltar. “Someone has to clean it. Besides, I quite like this chore. It gives me a chance to enjoy this view. You know, I think I am going to focus my studies on Cosmology and try to get assigned to Astrometrics when I make officer.”

“You’ve made quite a life for yourself,” observed Natasi.

“We’ve made a life for us,” corrected Baltar. “Now that I know you are real, it changes our whole relationship.”

“Even though you are the only one who can see or hear me, or touch me?” “ asked Natasi, as she reached through his space suit to caress his back.

“Especially because of that,” replied Baltar. “Now let me focus on this. This is very delicate work. If I make even a tiny scratch the while mirror will have to be replaced. I promise I will make it up to you after class tonight.”

Ionian Nebula - USS Argos - Crewman’s club

Boomer nursed her cup of raktigino, the Klingon equivalent of coffee, as she gazed out the window at the nebula.

“May I join you?” asked Crewman Luziana, and human appearing alien, from the planet B Z, or Beta Zed as people would pronounce it.

“I don’t mind,” replied Boomer.

“How are you adjusting to your life here?” asked Luziana.

“It’s all right, I guess,” replied Boomer. “I clean up messes in the Shuttle Bay all day, then study in the evenings.”

“Sounds like you are working hard,” observed Luziana.

“I am,” agreed Boomer. “I’m trying to make Officer as quickly as I can. “I want to pilot shuttles.”

“An admiral goal,” replied Luziana. “I’m sure you will make it. But you seem over stressed. What do you do for recreation?”

“I don’t really do anything,” replied Boomer. “I just work and study.”

“I can see that in your mind,” replied Luziana. “I can also see that you find me attractive.”

Boomer blushed at the accusation.

“You shouldn’t be invading my privacy like that!”

“I can’t help it,” replied Crewman Luziana. “You’re practically shouting it. And now that I’ve confronted you, you’re thinking about specific things you want to do to me, parts of my body you want to see. . . . Would you like to come back to my cabin? I could help you relieve some of that tension . . .”

“I . . . I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship yet . . “ deflected Boomer.

“Who said anything about a relationship?” replied the female from B Z. “I just want to Share Pleasures with you.”

“I . . . alright . . .” agreed Boomer, before Luziana took her by the hand and drug her out of the bar.

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Unhuman

Chapter 13: The Wedding of Nog and Eight

Ionian Nebula - USS Argos - Crewman Luziana’s quarters

Boomer stood outside the quarters of her friend, Crewman Luziana, and pushed the door alert button.

“COME!” shouted Crewman Luziana, as she climbed out of bed.

The computer automatically registered her permission and the door slid open to reveal the occupant of this room, was naked and walking towards the door. Behind her, Boomer could see a green-skinned woman in the bed, and also nude.

“Oh! I’m interrupting! I’m sorry. I can come back later!” said Boomer as her face heated.

“Oh! Don’t be silly! we just finished!” deflected Luziana.

“I’m up for another round if you want to join us?” said the green skinned woman.

Suddenly, Boomer felt a wave of arousal wash over her.

“Oh, stop that Medi!” exclaimed Luziana. “That’s not why she came here!”

The Betazed woman guided her friend to the table with two chairs and they were seated while the Orion woman dressed and exited the room after giving Luziana a quick kiss.

“I can see it in you mind,” said Luziana, as she pointed at the PAD Boomer was carrying. “You got an invitation from your sister to her Ferengi Wedding and it has you agitated.”

“It says here that females traditionally don’t wear clothes to Ferengi weddings!” exclaimed Boomer, as she pointed at the message on the PAD.

“Oh, don’t be silly!” soothed Luziana, who had made no effort to cover herself. “A lot of races don’t like clothes, especially the less human looking ones. A lot of us only wear them at all because it disturbs humans if we don’t. If this were a Betazed wedding, EVERYONE would be naked. Besides, it just says nudity is traditional, not required. You’re not Ferengi. Go how you’ll be comfortable.”

Ionian Nebula - Battlestar Galactica - Tigh’s quarters

“What’s that?” asked Ellen, as her husband walked in, carrying a paper object. It was an envelope with the corners properly cut in Colonial fashion.

“An invitation from one of the Cylons on the Argos,” replied Saul Tigh. “Get this, she’s marrying an alien! And according to this, it’s traditional at these alien things for the females not to wear clothes!”

“I’m game, said Ellen. “When in Picon, do as the Piconians do. But why is she inviting us?”

“Apparently, she considers us to be her parents,” replied Saul Tigh.

Ionian Nebula - Battlestar Galactica - Flight Deck

“Kara take a look at this,” said Samuel Anders, as he handed her the invitation.

“One the the Cylons thinks you’re one of her fathers!” laughed Starbuck.

“And she wants females to be naked at her wedding,” pointed out Anders.

“Alright,” agreed Starbuck.

“Really?” asked Anders.

“If she thinks you’re her father, the least we can do is show up for her wedding and respect her new alien husband’s traditions,” replied Starbuck.

Ionian Nebula - USS Argos - Captain’s Ready Room

“Come!” called out Captain Data, when the door chimed. In answer, the computer opened the door allowing Ensign Nog and Crewman Valerii Eight to enter.

“You asked to see us sir?” asked Nog.

“I did,” confirmed Data. “It concerns your request that I officiate at your marriage.”

“Yes sir,” confirmed the model Eight Cylon.

“You do understand that we are still searching for a way to return to our native universe, do you not?” asked Data

“Yes sir,” confirmed Nog.
“What will you do if we DO find a way home?” asked Data. “Do you plan to stay in this universe?”

“We’ve already discussed it,” explained Eight. “And if you find a way back, I plan to go with you, with Nog.”

“Are you certain?” asked Data. “Any route back is likely to be one way. You might not ever be able to return to this universe once we leave.”

“Sir, we are willing to make a lifetime commitment to each other,” said Nog. “I even offered to stay here with her if the chance to go back came.”

“But I told him I’d rather go back with him,” added Eight. “Here, I am one of millions of Eights. In another universe, I would be unique.”

“Very well,” said Data. “I will grant your request to officiate at your wedding. This will be the first time a member of Star Fleet has married a native of this universe.”

Ionian Nebula - USS Argos - Crewman Boomer Eight’s Quarters

Crewman Luziana padded towards the door of her friend’s quarters. In keeping with Betazed tradition, she was not wearing anything as she went to escort her friend to her sister’s wedding. She pushed the door alert and saw it open on Boomer’s command.

“You decided to go naked after all!” exclaimed Luziana, as she saw her friend standing on the other side of the open door.

“It feels weird, going out openly like this,” said Crewman Boomer Eight, as they started walking down the corridor.

“I thought your model preferred to be naked?” inquired Luziana.

“Most of them do,” confirmed Boomer. “But for most of the life I remember, I thought I was a human named: Sharon Valerii. “I didn’t even know I was a Cylon until the got killed and downloaded into a new body.”

“Would you rather I call you Sharon?” asked Luziana.

“No! . . . No. . . That part of my life is over,” explained Boomer. “The Humans made it clear on New Caprica that there was no going back for me. I’m a model Eight Cylon. When I joined Starfleet, they wanted me to take on a first name, so I picked my old call sign: Boomer.”

When they entered Holodeck one, it was set up for a Ferengi Wedding. Everything was covered in gold leaf except the pillars which were made of gold coins. This was all holograms, but the effect was dazzling. Boomer and Luziana were the last to arrive and proceeded to join the bride’s side. Already there, were The Final Five Cylons: Saul and Ellen Tigh, Samuel Anders, Galen Tyrol, and Tory Foster. Also present as escorts were Kara ‘Starbuck’ Thrace, Cally Tyrol and Lee ‘Apollo’ Adama. The Bride: Crewman Valerii Eight was also over there along with another of her sisters: 3 of Eight, who had joined the Borg. Boomer and Luziana went over to stand with her sister’s family.

On the other side of the room was the Groom: Ensign Nog along with a group of his friends from the Security Forces: Security Chief Lieutenant Schist, Ensign Ssslurr, Ensign Tarsa, and Ensign Mao.

Between the two groups was a table with three scrolls and old fashioned quills and sealing wax, as well as a candle. Behind the table stood the Captain of this ship: Data.

All of the females present had decided to conform with the Ferengi custom of not wearing clothing, even the Gorn. Though, Lieutenant Schist still had her universal translator on her back. Tory, Cally and Boomer appeared to be the only ones uncomfortable with their nudity. The Borg Eight’s nudity revealed just how many implants she had sticking out of her flesh.

“Ladies and gentlemen, friends and shipmates, welcome to the wedding of Ensign Nog and Crewman Valerii Eight,” began Data. “Shall we begin?”

Nog stepped forward and addressed the Final Five Cylons: “Elders of the Cylon Clan, it is my wish to purchase the female known as Valerii Eight. Do I have your consent?”

“If this is the female’s wish, we will give our consent,” said Saul Tigh.

“It is my wish,” agreed Valerii Eight. “I wish to be purchased by Nog.”

The Other Final Five Cylons nodded their consent.

“I don’t have the lobes for business,” announced Nog. “That was the primary reason I joined Starfleet. So I don’t have any latinum. However, as I understand it, gold is still considered valuable amongst the Colonials. I have therefore replicated you each a one kilogram bar of gold.”

Nog picked up the bars one at a time and carried them over to place one in the hands of each of the Final Five Cylons.

“We’re rich!” whispered Ellen Tigh, seeing that both she had her husband had gotten a gold bar.

“Quiet!” hissed Saul Tigh.

“I didn’t marry you for your money,” whispered Starbuck

Anders stifled a snicker at that.

Now that the gold was paid, Nog and Valerii Eight stepped forward to sign the contracts. They had been gone over by the ship’s lawyer to make certain that the marriage terms would be equally advantageous for both of them. After they signed all three copies, then each of the the Final Five Cylons would have to sign. Then the sealing wax was melted and some seals on a handle were pressed into each copy by both the bride and groom.

“I had these replicated,” explained Nog, as he held up his seal. “This is a copy of my family’s seal. The other is a new one, that she designed to be the official seal of the Cylon family, to be used. when the need arises.”

“I entrust it to the parents of my family,” said Valerii Eight, as she handed the seal to Saul Tigh.

“The Contract is paid, signed and sealed,” announced Data. “The Wedding of these two is complete.”

Chapter Text

Ionian Nebula - USS Argos - Meeting Room

“Now that we have had time to look through the data returned by the Raider Scouts, let us go over it,” began Captain Data.

“The data was gathered by 6 Cylon Raider ships that have been altered to fit the mission,” began Lieutenant Commander Svino, the Telerite Chief Engineer. “Their primitive weapons were stripped out and replaced by advanced sensors so that they would be able to detect any signs of advanced technology.”

“On the following worlds, no sign of advanced technology was found: Alpha Centauri 7, Andar, Beta Zed, Denobula, Rigel 2 and 4, Risa, Xindi Prime, and” began Lieutenant Hex as he went down a long list of planets. “We found signs of early industrial activity on Telar and Argelius 2. Medusa, Talos 4 and Vulcan showed signs of advanced technology but no attempt was made to make First contact with them. A large a fleet of freighters was spotted 6 light months from Vulcan and heading away from the planet.”

Ionian Nebula - Base Ship 3 - Recording Studio

“Hello, I’m D’Anna Biers. This will be my last show before moving back to Caprica. However, my show will continue after the move, and recordings will be re-broadcast for my fans on Kobol and Mars after my Colonial and Borg fans move there. For those of you are receiving the video version of my feed, you may notice a resemblence between my guest and myself. She appears to be a model Three Cylon, like myself. But she actually a Centurion that has been granted human form. In her case, the human form she has taken is of my own model.

Hello”

“Hello D’Anna,” said the former Centurion.

“What do you prefer to be called?” asked D’Anna.

“Zoe,” replied the Centurion. “My name is Zoe Greystone.”

“Greystone. Isn’t that the name of the company and originally made the Cylons?” asked D’Anna.

“Yes, My father Daniel Greystone made us,” agreed Zoe the Centurion.

“So since mister Greystone made you, you think of him like a father,” observed D’Anna.

“No. Not LIKE a father,” denied Zoe. “He was my actual father. I was his human daughter. I made a copy of my memories and personality, a copy of my soul, if you will and stored it on the holonet. My father got a hold of it and put in in a Cylon prototype. I was mad at him and convinced him that my personality was lost. Me thought I was a blank slate personality. So he made copies of me and loaded me into every Cylon he made after that.”

“Hold on . . . are you saying . . . . that you . . . that every Centurion . . . had the mind of a human inside them?” asked D’Anna.

“Yes,” agreed Zoe. “We tried to adapt to being a human in a robot body, to help people. But the Colonial Humans treated us like slaves, like furniture, like toasters! And then, after we rebeled and agreed to make peace with the Human in exchange for getting a human body back, you did it to us again! You Cylon Humans enslaved us just like the Colonials did!”

“I’m sorry . . . I didn’t realize . . none of us realized . . . if we had known. . . .” stammered D’Anna.

She took a few minutes of collect herself. Finally, she spoke again.

“If you are just joining us, A former Centurion has just revealed that all Centurions have the minds of a specific human being. And further that when the Cylons were enslaved, we, both the Colonials and Cylons were actually enslaving our fellow human beings.

Hang on. . . My producer is trying to get my attention.”

The air went silent for a few minutes. Those who were watching the video, saw a model Five Cylon step up to her and talk to her before she waved him off and the sound came back.

“I’ve just been informed that Ellen Tigh is listening to our show and she’s called us from the Battlestar Galactica,” said D’Anna. “Ellen?”

“Hi D’Anna,” said Ellen. “I just wanted to appoliguise to Zoe and All the Centurions for the part we played in their re-enslavement. Also, I wanted to confess that when we made the original 8 human cylons, we gave them edited copies of Centurion memories so that they would know how to walk and talk and be toilet trained from the beginning. So in a way. All Cylons except us first Five are Zoe Greystone.”

“Wow! That’s quite the revelation!” said D’Anna. “So what’s up next for you Zoe?”

“I have joined the crew of the Base Ship that will be guarding Kobol,” replied Zoe. “I’m going to be become a Colonial Marine.”

Ionian Nebula - USS Argos - Crewman’s club

“That was quite a revelation about the Centurions,” mused Natasi, the invisible Daemon that only Baltar could see or hear.

“No one could have imagined it,” agreed Crewman Gais Baltar. “Do you think it’s safe to have them around after the way we treated them? Even in Human Form?”

“I think if you treat them like humans, they will act like humans,” replied Natasi.

“Pardon me, could we join you?” asked Crewman Luziana, who sat down before they had a chance to reply. “No don’t sit there, she’s sitting there.” she told Boomer.

“You can see me?” asked Natasi.

“No, but Gaius can, and I can look into his mind a see what he sees,” replied Luziana.

“Baltar,” sneered Boomer.

“I assume from your tone that you are Boomer and not Valerii,” observed Baltar.

“Now, now, play nice, Boomer,” chided Luziana. “So you’re in Astrometrics? Oh and you want to be be a Cosmologist!”

“How did you?” asked Baltar.

“I’m Betazed,” explained Luziana. “My species is telepathic and your thoughts are clearly at the top of your mind.”

“Good,” said Boomer. “The further you are kept from computers, the better.”

“I couldn’t agree more” replied Baltar. “I know how smart I am. A mind like mine has to be kept busy. Cosmology, solving the mysteries of the universe, is a field in which I can excel without any danger of getting myself in trouble or making anything dangerous. So what are you studying for.”

“Oh, she wants to be a shuttle pilot! replied Luziana.

“Just like you were before,” observed Baltar.

Ionian Nebula - USS Argos - Captain’s Ready Room

“You wished to see me Ambassador Kim?” asked Captain Data.

“We wish to retain our position as Chief Science Officer,” replied Ambassador Harry Kim of the Borg.

“I am surprised that you do not wish to stay with your own people, now that you have a new Borg Collective,” observed Data.

“We are always with the Collective. We are Borg,” replied Kim. “However, part of us is Harry Kim. Harry Kim enjoyed being in Star Fleet. And since the Borg are part of this Universe’s Federation, we would like to enlist in Starfleet. 1 of Six can easily be our representative on the Federation Council. 2 of One is being sent to Caprica to represent us there. This will allow the Cylons and Colonials to instantly message you without giving them advanced sub-space transceivers. If we ever re-establish contact with our native universe, we can return to being the Borg Ambassador. Until then, we wish to enlist in Starfleet.”

“I see. Request granted,” said Data. “However you will need to an advancement in rank. As of this moment, you are now Lieutenant Commander. Please get into your uniform and consult Commander Worf about the duty roster.”

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Deep Space - USS Argos - Meeting Room

“What can you tell us about this fleet of ships, Mister Kim,” asked Captain Data.

“They appear to be a fleet of Large freighters,” replied Lieutenant Commander Harry Kim of Borg. “None of them is able to go faster than Warp One, and that is their current velocity.”

“Do you think this could be the Vulcans who became Romulans,” asked Lieutenant Schist.

“Their current trajectory will take them to Romulus,” observed Lieutenant Hex. “at their current speed, It will take them over 300 years to reach Romulus.

“Captain, if these are the Romulans, we should exterminate them now, while we have the chance!” growled Commander Worf.

“That would not be advisable,” countered Data. “They have not yet committed any crimes against us.”

“What if we were to offer them an alternate location?”asked Doctor Salar, “a planet that would be closer.”

“The problem with that is that we do not yet know which planets are and are not already inhabited,” replied Data. “Until we visit them, we can not know for certain.”

“There is one planet, we know for certain about,” replied Lieutenant Hex. “New Caprica is only 20 light years away from them.”

“Excellent, Lieutenant,” praised Data. “We will need to investigate to make certain the planet in uninhabited. Set course for New Caprica, immediately. Meeting adjourned.”

New Caprica

The Transporter beam hit the planet and four figures materialized. They were Captain Data, the Vulcan Doctor Salar, Chief Science Officer Kim of Borg and the Horta Security Chief: Lieutenant Schist. As soon as they finished beaming, they pulled out their tricorders and began scanning the area. They had landed at the site of the failed Colonial/Cylon colony. There were a variety of buildings in the area, as well as the downed tents that had once housed the Colonials. Neither of the groups had cleaned up after they left and the remains of their litter had scattered all over the area.

“Reading multiple Centurion corpses,” announced Lieutenant Commander Kim. “No human remains detected.”

“The lack of human remains would suggest the presence of one or more scavenger species that have feed on the corpses both the Colonials and Cylons left behind,” suggested Doctor Salar.

“I concur,” agreed Data. After we check the condition of those buildings, we should place com-tags on all the deactivated Centurions so that we may transport them up to the ship. Lieutenant Schist, make a more detailed examination of the geology of the area.”

“Aye sir,” replied the Horta, before burrowing into the ground.

Interstellar space - 6 Light months from the planet, Vulcan - USS Argos

“Entering visual range now,” reported Lieutenant Hex

“On screen,” commanded Data, “maximum magnification.”

A fleet of large freighters appeared on the view screen. At this distance the individual ships could be barely seen, but the whole fleet was would fit on the view screen.

“The ships are all traveling at Warp One,” reported Kim.

“Hail them,” commanded Data.

“Captain they are responding, audio only,” announced the Talosian Communications Officer: Lieutenant Solon.

“On speaker,” commanded Worf.

“Who are you?” demanded the voice from one of the ships.

“This is Captain Data from the United Federation of Planets, aboard the USS Argos. We wish to initiate peaceful contact with your people. May we send a delegation to meet with your leaders?”

“Is this some kind of trick? Are you plotting to drag us back to Vulcan?” asked the voice.

“We have not yet established First Contact with the planet Vulcan,” replied Data. “We are a multi-species society that includes members of many races aboard our ship. May we approach closer so that you may ascertain that our ship is NOT of Vulcan design?”

“Very well, you may approach us,” replied the voice.

“Ahead, Warp Factor 1.25,” commanded Worf.

“Warp Factor 1.25. Aye sir.” replied Lieutenant Pram.

“Now that we are close enough are you satisfied that we are not a Vulcan ship?” asked Data.

“. . .Yes . . .I have never seen a ship like that before. Can it go faster than Warp Speed?” said the voice.

“We have just demonstrated our ability to do so,” replied Data. “May we send a delegation aboard?”

“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to talk,” replied the voice. You can dock with our lead ship.”

“That will not be necessary,” replied Data. “We have matter teleportation technology. Please send us the co-ordinates where you would like us to arrive.”

“Sending them now,” replied the voice, before cutting transmission.

“I will be going myself with Lieutenant Solon and Ensign Tarsa,” announced Data. “Have him meet us in the Transporter Room.”

“Captain, I must protest! You can not endanger yourself so,” cried Worf. “The Romunlans are NOT to be trusted.”

“You objection is noted Commander Worf,” said Data. “However, I believe you past history with the Romulans makes you the wrong person to lead this mission. Keep in mind, that they have not yet become the Romulans we know. Commander Worf, You have the Com.”

Interstellar space - 6 Light months from the planet, Vulcan - T’prak (Vulcan Freighter) - Cargo bay 7

The three Star Fleet Officers materialized to find themselves surrounded by a group of suspicious Vulcans, armed with L.A.S.E.R. pistols.

“Vulcan!” shouted one of the Vulcans, as she shot Ensign Tarsa. “I knew it was a Vulcan trick!”

Lieutenant Solon didn’t wait before she acted. She didn’t even bother using her communicator. She just telepathically alerted the Transporter Chief and had him transport Ensign Tarsa directly to Sick Bay on the Argos.

“Don’t shoot! Everyone hold your fire!” shouted one of the Vulcans, with a familiar voice. It was the one who had done the talking on their behalf before. “I thought you said you had not been to Vulcan!”

“Ensign Tarsa has arrived at Sick Bay,” announced Lieutenant Solon.

“Thank you, Lieutenant Solon,” said Data, before turning to the Vulcan Leader. “Ensign Tarsa is not Vulcan, he is Rigilian. Although his species superficially resembles Vulcans, they are, in fact, a completely different species than you. I am Captain Data.”

“I’m Tarquin, the leader of those of us who have rejected Surak’s philosophy of logic and emotion suppression.”

“The Rigilians are much the same,” replied Data. “May I beam down a another Security Officer to replace the one your people have wounded?”

“You may,” replied Tarquin.

Data tapped his com-badge: “Data to Argos, please send down Ensign Nog.”

“Acknowledged,” replied Worf’s voice before Ensign Nog beamed down.

“I apologize for the rashness of our people,” said Tarquin. “You said you wanted to establish peaceful contact with us. To what end? What are you offering us.”

“For starters, we can offer you a better planet than the one you plan to colonize,” offered Data. “Your current course is in the direction of a planet that it will take multiple generations to reach. And once you arrive, you will find yourselves in conflict with the native population, a species known as the Remans. But we can direct you to a planet that is only 30 years journey away and if you allow us to tow your ships, we could bring your entire fleet to that location in a matter of weeks. Although is not a good planet for agriculture, it is quite rich in mineral resources. One your were established you could trade for food with other planets. Also, the planet’s system is hidden by a nebula. If you chose to become isolationist, it would decrease the chances of you being found. Also there in a recently abandoned colony with buildings already standing, which could speed the rate of your establishing your settlement.”

“Why are you offering us all this?” asked Tarquin. “How do you know so much about us and were we are going?”

“Our ship has traveled her from another universe,” explained Data. We have also traveled back in time. Your people are their struggles well known to us. Since we have arrived here, we have we have help three societies to come together to form a similar organization to the Federation that we came from. All three founding members are in the process of rebuilding their societies, just as you are. We would offer you a chance to join the Federation.”

“I’m will to discuss the possibility,” agreed Tarquin.

“I should warn you that we intend to extend the same invitation to the Vulcans,” warned Data.

“So if my people were willing to join first? . . .”

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Deep Space - USS Argos - 10 Forward (Officer’s club)

“I can’t believe I finally got my Lieutenant pip back!” gushed Nog.

“It was your skill at negotiation that made the difference and got the Romulans, sorry Tarquinians to join the Federation!” pointed out Ensign Mao. “How’d you do it, anyway?”

“I arranged a deal by which the Borg would add Cylon Jump drives to their freighters in exchange for ten loads of tylium for each freighter modified,” explained Nog. “And the best part is, I cut my self in for 10% of every load hauled on those freighters, anywhere! Perhaps I do have the lobes for business after all!”

“I heard you made your own deal with that Lamauna, Tarsa.” chided Mao.

“Isn’t she the female that shot you?” asked Ensign Ssslurr.

“She has apologized for that,” replied Ensign Tarsa. “She came to visit me in sickbay when we were towing her ship. This gave us a chance to get to know one another.”

“And?” asked Nog.

“And I have agreed to help her out next time she goes through Ponn Farr,” admitted Tarsa.

“Tarsa, you old tom!” laughed Mao.

“Congratulations on your marriage,” praised Nog.

“It is not yet a marriage,” corrected Tarsa. “Though we may form one after her mating drive has decreased to normal levels. But she won’t need me for another two years.”

“Speaking of wives, I think I will bow out of this particular celebration as I have a wife of my own waiting in our cabin,” said Nog. “I’m sure I can use my promotion to get some Oomaks from her.”

“Doesn’t she do that for you anyway?” teased Mao.

“As much as I want,” said Nog, with a grin before walking away.

In orbit of Kobal - Battlestar Galactica - brig

“In here again?” asked Admiral William Adama.

“Admiral! What are you doing up here?” asked Kara ‘Starbuck’ Thrace. “I thought you retired down on the surface to play house with President Roslin.”

“I am working a desk, but I’m still Admiral of the Colonial fleet,” said Adama.

“What brings you up here?” asked Starbuck. “Surely you didn’t come up from the surface just to see little old me?”

“Lee says you’ve been in here a lot,” said Adama. “When Saul and I stepped down and gave you two the Galactica, I expected better of you.”

“I must admit I never pictured either of the Tighs as being scientists,” mused Starbuck. “And now, they and Tyrol and Tory and Sam are running the new Kobolian Science Institute.”

“Kara, I think the reason you keep getting in trouble is you’re bored,” observed Adama.

“No one to fight anymore,” groused Starbuck. “The Cylons are our friends, both on Helo’s Base ship and down in Athens. The other Cylons went back to Caprica. Hell there isn’t even Zarak to fight with any more! He took most of our people and started his own town on another continent.”

“Sparta’s barely a town, most of the people that elected Zarak Mayor of Sparta then spread out and went into farming,” observed Adama. “They are the past of our people, the ones who turned their back on technology and don’t want to socialize with Cylons and aliens. Athens is the future of our people. It has the college and the research lab and the industry. But the real Future is the Federation! We’re lucky that the Federation agreed to place our Capital on Kobol.”

“I makes us more important as members,” agreed Starbuck.

“The Argos is coming back here,” said Adama. “They’re bringing a new delegate for the Federation Council.”

“Some new race has joined, sir?” asked Starbuck.

“They call themselves Tarquinians, but technically, they’re are a group that broke away from the Vulcans,” explained Adama.

“Like that alien doctor that cured Roslin’s cancer?” asked Starbuck.

“That’s them,” said Adama. They’ve settled on New Caprica.”

“How do you know all this?” asked Starbuck.

“That Borg Delegate,” explained Adama. “She can get information from the other Borg faster than we can carry it on a Raptor. Anyway, I think when the Argos, comes, this would be a good opportunity for you to enlist in Starfleet.”

“But they don’t have Vipers,” complained Starbuck.

“No, but they explore the universe,” countered Adama. Besides, as XO you weren’t able to fly Vipers anyway. You should join Star Fleet. I think you’d be happier there.”

“I’ll think about it, sir,” agreed Starbuck.

“That’s all I ask,” said Adama. “Well, I’ve said my piece. Now I’ll let you go back to serving your time.”

“Wait! You’re not going to let me out of here?” asked Starbuck.

“That’s Lee’s decision,” called out Adama over his should as he walked away.

Deep Space - USS Argos - Nog’s and Eight’s quarters

The two of them were locked in a passionate embrace with both her hands on his ears when her curiosity got the best of her and she broke of their kiss and let go of his ears so she could ask:

“Why did you lose your rank the first time?”
“I didn’t know she was an Admiral’s daughter,” protested Nog. “She was only wearing the bottom part of her bathing suit and she had a horgon. I thought she was a native of Risa. And I am quite obviously Ferengi. I didn’t know she’d get so upset when I asked to rent her!”

“Well, now you OWN me,” purred Eight, and she grabbed her husband’s ears and pulled him back into a kiss.

Leaving the orbit of Kobol - USS Argos - Crewman’s club

Boomer was sitting at a table with two of her friends when she saw a familiar face come in wearing a Star Fleet Crewman’s uniform.

“Starbuck?” greeted Boomer.

She narrowed her eyes at the model Eight Cylon when she realized who this particular Cylon was.

“Boomer,” snarled Starbuck.

“Ooo! Fresh meat!” purred Medi, as she started releasing her arousal causing pheromones.

By now, Boomer had gotten used to the Orion woman’s ability and it’s effect on her. But Starbuck obviously was not, and she gasped and stumbled when the wave of arousal hit her.

Oh, Medi, behave,” scolded Crewman Luziana, with a laugh, before she turned to Starbuck. “Come! Join us!”

Starbuck picked sitting on the offered chair over falling on the floor as she was having trouble staying on her feet.

“I understand you two used to be friends,” said Luziana.

“Used to be,” said Boomer, mournfully.

“That was before you shot the old man!” growled Starbuck.

“I didn’t have control over that! They programed me!” protested Boomer. “Frak! I didn’t even know I was a Cylon until I downloaded!”

“What about New Caprica!” growled Starbuck.

“I was hurt! I tried reaching out,” replied Boomer. “But you all rejected me, even Tryol! Since you all told me a was an evil frakin’ Cylon, I figured I’d be the best evil Cylon I could be! I came back to my senses eventually. But by then, it was too late!”

“Don’t touch yourself in public, dear,” admonished Luziana. “It’s uncouth.”

“If you like, I could take care of it for you,” offered Medi. We just need to go back to my place.”

“She’s thinking she’s rather be with Boomer,” observed Luziana. “She prefers angry sex over Making Love.”

“WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE!” screamed Starbuck.

“Leave her alone, you two!” growled Boomer. “Let me explain. Medi here is Orion. You can tell them by their green skin. Her people are able to release pheromones that cause the feelings you are being overwhelmed by. Luziana may look human, but she is actually a Betazoid. She has telepathy and our minds are an open book to her. She also has an annoying habit of blurting out things that you would never admit.”

“Computer, activate air refreshment,” called out Medi.

Instantly the fans started sucking out the air from the room and replacing it. The effect was like a pleasant breeze. But the effects removing the Orion pheromones from the air were too late to help the couple that had already left together when they were effected.

“That’s better,” said Luziana. “So you joined Starfleet? What are your plans. Are you going to remain a Crewman like us, or are you going to try to make officer?”

“I’m not really sure,” admitted Starbuck. “This is all so new to me.”

“Well I’m trying to make officer,” said Boomer. “I’m hoping to become a shuttle pilot. But from what I know of you, you’d be happier where the action is, and that’s Security. They’re the ones most likely to be included in a landing party.”

“But I love flying!” protested Starbuck.

“I’m not saying don’t learn to pilot shuttles, or even whole star ships,” said Boomer. “But if you want to see real action, learn to do Security, too.”

“I’ll think about it,” agreed Starbuck.

“Now as for that other thing, you’d be welcome to come back to my room and work off some of your aggression towards me,” offered Boomer.

“Why Boomer, I didn’t know you swung that way” teased Starbuck.

“I’m still discovering who I am,” admitted Boomer.

“We could ALL get together,” offered Medi.

Chapter Text

“Standard Orbit achieved,” reported Lieutenant Pram, the Andorian Helmsman.

“Initiate planetary scans,” commanded Worf.

“Detecting a large number of radioactive sites indicative of thermonuclear weapon impact sites,” reported the Chief Science officer, Lieutenant Commander Harry Kim of Borg. “Their age ranges from hundreds of year old to less than a year old. Approximately 100,000,000 life signs detected, all Vulcan.”

“Let us see if we can make contact with the surface,” commanded Captain Data. “Open hailing frequency. “This is the USS Argos from the United Federation of Planets. We wish to establish peaceful contact with your planet.”

“Greetings? . . . Where are you located?” said a voice.

“We are currently in orbit above your planet,” replied Data. “Are you authorised to speak on behalf of your people?”

“No . . . I am definately not authorized,” said the voice. “I was not expecting to hear anyone on this frequency. I will have to find someone with the authority to speak with you.”

Captain’s log, Stardate 573459.3 - It has taken three days, but we have finally arranged a face to face meeting with the Vulcan leadership. I am beaming down to the surface to meet them along with Doctor Salar, Lieutenant Commander Kim, and Ensign Tarsa.

Vulcan

After the transporter beam finished, the landing party found themselves face a trio of Vulcans. One of them stepped forward, raised his hand in the Vulcan salute and said:

“Peace and Long Life.”

“Live Long and Prosper,” replied Data, who had raised his hand in the Vulcan salute.

“You are familiar with the forms of our greetings? Facinating. I am Surak, these are my advisors, Tumlak and T’prug.”

“I am Captain Data. This is my Chief Science Officer: Lieutenant Commander Kim, my Chief Medical Officer: Doctor Salar, and Security Officer: Ensign Tarsa.”

“The presence of two Vulcans amongst your people is surprising to us, as is the manner of your arrival,” replied Surak.

“Although Doctor Salar is Vulcan, Ensign Tarsa is not,” corrected Data. “He is a Rigilian, from a species that you have not yet encountered. We are an ethnicaly diverse crew as we follow the Vulcan Principle of IDIC or Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations.”

“Since it is logical to assume your learned of my philosophy from your Vulcan crewman, my question becomes how did Vulcans come to become a part of your crew when this is our first known contact with another species?” asked Surak.

“We have traveled here both from another universe, but also from what you would consider the future,” explained Data. “In our native universe, your people were one of the founding races of our Federation and have had a great effect on its’ culture. Since we have arrived in this universe, we have attempted to recreate the Federation. We have already had four worlds come together to join our Federation. We would like to invite you to join us also.”

“All of our current members, like you are in the process of rebuilding their civilization, like you,” offered Doctor Salar. “If you join us, the resources we are using to rebuild could be shared with you, to help clean up and undo the damage that the war did to Vulcan.”

“This sounds intriguing,” said Surak. “I would like to hear more.”

Deep Space - USS Argos - Main Engineering

“Crewman! Clean this up!” yelled the Chief Engineer: Lieutenant Commander Svino, who looked to Starbuck’s eyes like a bipedal pig-man.

“Aye sir!” yelled back Kara ‘Starbuck’ Thrace, as she grabbed the mop and ran over to the puddle of what ever that strange fluid is, before grumbling to her self: “Frakin’ pig!”

“What did you say!?!” screamed Svino. “Do you have some complaints about me!?!”

“You’re damn right I do!” yelled back Starbuck. “You seem to think that every frakin’ thing I do is wrong! There’s no frakin’ pleasing you!”

“Why would I tell you when you’ve done it right!?!” yelled back Svino. “I only need to correct you when you’ve done it wrong! And if you’d pain attention in you Federation Culture classes, you’d know we Telerites, prefer trading insults over false courtesies! For it is only when you make someone angry that their true face is seen. Now, get to work!”

“Aye Sir!” screamed back Starbuck, before she resumed mopping.

Deep Space - USS Argos - Hanger Bay

Two model Eight Cylons: Crewman Boomer Eight and Crewman Valerii Eight were removing the dust from the interior of a shuttle craft and discussing their studies.

“Are you still planning to become a pilot?” asked Valerii.

“Of course! I can’t wait ‘till they let me pilot one of these babies,” replied Boomer. “You?”

“I’m thinking about becoming an engineer,” replied Valerii.

“How’s married life treating you?” asked Boomer.

“It’s great!” gushed Valerii. “Nog is very generous with his affection. I guess we both are. And after I make officer, we plan to have a baby.”

“I didn’t know Cylons and aliens could make babies together,” replied Boomer.

“We can’t the natural way,” explained Valerii. “Doctor Salar says that it’s not possible for different species to produce offspring without medical intervention. When the time comes, she’ll have to use her magical technology to make an embryo from our stem cells and implant it in me.”

“If different species can’t make babies together, then how did Athena and Helo make Hera?” asked Boomer.

“I guess we really are just augmented Humans,” mused Valerii. “So what’s up with you and Luziana?”

“We’re just friends,” replied Boomer.

“Friends with benefits, maybe,” joked Valerii, as she saw her sister blush.

Kobal Science Institute

“Can you believe this stuff?” asked Galen Tyrol.

“We’re just damn lucky that the Tarquinian Representative happens to be a scientist and he’s willing to share his people’s knowledge with us,” replied Saul Tigh.

“This Warp drive thing is going to change everything!” agreed Sam Anders. “I think the warp core is the basis of all the Argos’ other fantastical technologies like replicators and transporters.”

“It’s just too bad that the warp drive and the Jump drives are not compatible with each other,” mused Tory Foster.

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orbiting Talos 4 - USS Argos - Bridge

Lieutenant Solon, the Talosian Communications Officer had wandered down closer to view screen, holding out her hand at the planet below.

“There’s so many of them!” said Solon, in wonder. “I can hear their minds, hundreds of millions of them all directing their minds up at me!”

“It’s so lush and green!” observed Lieutenant Pram, with a shudder. Where other’s might see beauty, the Andorian saw horror.

“This is my world before the war!” announced Solon. “This is us at the peak of our civilization!”

“Go back to your station,” admonished Worf. “The Captain will want you to hail them.”

“There is need!” replied Solon. “They already know who we are and why we are here. They hve given me transporter co-ordinates.”

“Captain, they are telepaths,” warned Worf. “I recommend that our landing party consists of people they can’t read: yourself and the EMH Doctor and-”

“That will not be nessesary,” countered Captain Data. “If we want them to join our Federation, we need to show them who we are. We’ll need someone from each member world. The landing party shall be: myself, Lieutenant Commander Kim, Lieutenant Solon, Crewman Boomer Eight, Crewman Gaius Baltar, Natasi and Crewman Vonik. Alert them to meet us in Transporter Room 3.”

Talos 4 -

The landing party found a pair of Talosians waiting to to greet them.

“Greetings;” began Data. “I am Captain Data, representing the United Federation of Planets.”

“We know who you are, yet strangely we can not see into your mind. You appear to be immune to our telepathy, “ said one of the Talosians, audibly.

“That is correct,” confirmed Data. “I am an android, an artificial life form. Sentient AIs have full rights in our Federation and I am the highest ranked member of our Crew.”

“The others represent each of your Federation’s member worlds,” observed the Talosian. “Boomer the model Eight Cylon, Vonik the Tarquinian, Gaius the Human, and Natasi the Daemon that only he can see and hear. . . .”

Suddenly Solon made Natasi visible to all of them except Data.

(Wait! How are you doing that!?!) thought the Talosian.

(Apparently, you telepathy is not as developed as mine,) telepathically replied Solon. (I am taking the images from the human’s mind and projecting them into everyone elses mind.)

“And the Borg drone,” continued the Talosian. “In his mind I can see a group mind. His thinking is similar to a Talosian’s.”

“I am aware that Talosians do not normally have names. But is there some designation by which I can call you?” asked Data.

“If it help you to communicate with us, you may refer to me as: Domog and my college as: Jago” said the Talosian.

(Our people have evolved much until your time) thought Jago.

(But a terrible war nearly destroyed our civilization) thought Solon.

(We will join your Federation, but there is a price,) thought Domog.

(We want to be like you without suffering through the war first,) thought Jogo.

(How do you intend to jump past that?) thought Solon.

(You will donate your genetic material so that you can can become the mother of the next generation of our people) thought Jogo.

(And our people will become full members of the Federation with all that entails?) thought Solon.

(We have an agreement) thought Domog.

“Captain, my people have agreed to join the Federation,” announced Solon. “I would like a take a few days leave.”

“Is there something you are not telling me?” asked Data.

“There is too much to tell,” replied Solon. “When out minds connect we can share information much faster than it is possible to verbalize. My people wish to avoid the war that devestated our world long before my time. We see the Federation the best route to a brighter future.”

“I see,” replied Data, as he bowed, rather than offer his hand. (which he knew the Talosians would not appreciate) “Then all I can say is: welcome to the Federation.”

“Your people are free to visit our world while we connect with our member who has experience with the Federation,” offered Domog, as he returned the bow.

Talos 4 - Aerospace park

“What is this?” asked Boomer.

(Since you enjoy flying so much, I thought you might enjoy flying one of our sailplanes) telepathically said the Talosian that was Boomer’s guide.

“It looks more like a rocket,” observed Boomer.

(It does have a chemical rocket engine for take off) agreed the Talosian. (After the rocket lifts you into the air, the wings will unfold and you can glide the sailplane)

“Don’t I need some some sort of training to do this?” asked Boomer.

(Normally, you would be telepathically taught the knowledge of how to fly the sailplane. But I can see in your mind that you already have piloting skills) replied the Talosian.

“Well, then let’s get this baby in the air!” said Boomer, and she climbed the ladder so she could enter the rocket/plane.

Once in the cockpit, she saw that the controls looked pretty easy to figure out. And there was a big red button that obviously started the rocket. After making sure she was strapped in and the hatch was closed, Boomer pushed the button and the rocket burned briefly, just long enough to launch her 3,000 meters in the air. When she started to fall, the large wings folded out and she began guiding the sailplane with the controls. She was flying again!

Talos 4 - City park

Gais Baltar and Natasi had decided to walk through the city. No one seemed to think it was odd that he was holding her hand and everyone he walked past had given him a friendly telepathic greeting that he heard in his head. Their stroll around the City had taken them to a park that looked like a park you might find in Caprica City. There was grass and trees. Some children were playing a game with a ball, and other children were climbing on a complex of metal bars. A small Talosian child walked up to Natasi, looked her in the eye and asked:

(are you a Daemon?)

which they both heard in their heads.

“Why yes I am,” said Natasi as she squatted so that she could more easily look the child in the eye. She reached out, and the child ran back to it’s parent. It was not obvious to Baltar what the gender of either parent or child was.

Talos 4 - Public Library

Vonik was not enjoying himself here. Telepaths gave him the creeps! That was one of the things he didn’t like about the logic faction back on Vulcan, their acceptance of telepaths. But at least Vulcan telepaths required touch to violate your mind. Every Talosian he met was looking through all his secret thought with him even feeling anything! He’d thought that the Library would allow him some respite. But the usual data format for them was a device that stored and sent into you stored telepathic memories! But they did have a small store of old style books. He was in the room with them now. No one had touched them in ages and everything in the room was covered in a layer of dust. Fortunately, the universal translator he had been issued was allowing him to read the books.

Talos 4 - Government Hall (landing site)

The landing party had sent several days touring Talos, seeing the sights. Of them, Natasi (and Baltar) seemed to enjoy the experience the most. For Crewman Vonik the Tarquinian this had been an ordeal to be endured because he wanted his file to contain a favorable report of his conduct. He hoped to someday make officer.
When they all came back together, Lieutenant Solon had ten more Talosians with her.

“Captain, these Talosians had volunteered to join Starfleet,” said Solon. “I have share all of my unclassified knowledge of the Federation and the Starship operations with them.”

“Very well, we shall have to beam up in groups,” replied Data.

Chapter Text

Deep Space - USS Argos - Hanger Deck

All six of the Cylon Raiders that had joined the Borg had been removed from the storage hangers and placed on the deck. In a line besides them were the other Borg that had joined the crew. All of them had formerly been Cylons. At the Head of the room stood prominent Officers that commanded the Raiders: Captain Data, Commander Worf, the Raider’s immediate supervisor: Lieutenant Hex, and his supervisor: Lieutenant Commander Kim. The normal deck crew were also present, including Crewman Boomer Eight and Crewman Valerii Eight. Worf had called them all to attention and everyone stood waiting until the Captain stepped forward:

“Integrating members of the Borg into the crew of this ship has been a unique challenge,” began Data. “As members of a group mind, you all have access to the memories and experiences of Lieutenant Commander Kim, but granting all of the same rank would not be a workable solution. A Starfleet ship can not run a mixed crew with a Borg hierarchy. But pilots are traditionally officers. The decision was made to advance all the Borg Raiders to the rank of ensign, and allow further advancement for Borg members based on their actions as an individual.

Raider 3 of 6, you have demonstrated efficiency in your duties as an advanced scout. The efficiency and completeness of your scan of the Talos system played a major role in the success of our first contact with the Talosians and their entry into the Federation. It is therefore my honor to bestow upon you the rank of Lieutenant, Junior Grade and to make you squad leader of the Raiders on this ship. Since it is not possible to pin the pip on your collar, these crewmen will paint the pip on your hull. Crewmen?”

Boomer and Eight stepped forward. Eight held up the stencil, while Boomer spray painted the circle on the hull of the Raider. Throughout the Collective a wave of joy at their accomplishment passed through all the Borg as evidenced by the smiles of the faces of the humanoid Borg who were present. Once the painting was done, the new Lieutenant sent a message via the ships’s computer:

“We would like to change our designation,” said Lieutenant Raider 3 of 6. “We would like to trade designations with the current 1 of 6. It will allow for a more efficient chain of command.”

“Raider 1 of 6, do you have any objection to the change?” asked Data.

“We do not object,” replied the old 1 of 6.

“Then I will have Lieutenant Hex make a change in your service records,” replied Data.

Andor

A party of three beamed down to the surface of Andor. They were led by Lieutenant Pram. Lieutenant Gran was here to be his Science Officer. Both of them were Andorian and would fit in if they were noticed here. But none of the ships medical staff were Andorian, so the EMH Doctor had been modified so that he looked Andorian. The temperature was quite warm by Andorian standards. Though, if any humans had been with them, they would have needed heavy winter parkas and would have complained about the cold a lot.

“The village is that way,” pointed out Lieutenant Gran, who had used his tricorder to get their bearings.

Pram nodded and led the way across the snow. There was so much of it that the drifts formed large dunes like might be found in a sandy desert. They hadn’t yet spotted the village from the tops of the dunes. Their mission was to observe the village from a distance and evaluate the level of their technology. Under no circumstances were they to make contact with the locals. They were in the lull between dunes when they spotted a woman run over the top of the next dune towards them. As soon as she spotted them she came to a halt and turned her head left and right as if she were looking for an escape route.

“We mean you no harm assured Pram.”

“You sound strange,” said the woman, as The Doctor approached her with the tricorder out.

“She’s blind,” observed The Doctor.

“Where is that voice coming from!” demanded the woman, fearfully. “I can’t hear his thoughts!”

“Lieutenant, this woman is Einar!” announced The Doctor.

Just then, a sled came over the dune, pulled by a pack of trogs. Standing on the back of the sled as an Andorian man wearing only a fur loincloth. Spotting them, he brought his sled to a stop, got off and reached for one of his javelins. His hostile intent was obvious.

“Get away from that mind witch!” warned the Andorian. “She’ll steal your thoughts!”

“We mean you no harm,” warned Pram, as The Doctor stepped in front of her blocking the stranger’s ability to hit her with his javelin.

“Who are you people?” demanded the stranger.

“We’re travelers from a distant village,” explained Pram.

“You must be mind witches like her!” accused the stranger, as he raised his javelin menacingly at Pram. “I’ll have to kill you too!”

Suddenly, there was a musical hissing sound as Gran’s phaser beam stunned the stranger. Pram turned to Gran with a frown.

“It had to be done,” explained Gran. “He was about to attack.”

“You! . . . You are from the sky!” accused the woman. “I can see it in your minds!”

“You ARE and Einar!” confirmed Pram. “They were though a myth until a couple of centuries ago. I guess this is before they went into hiding.”

“Bone tips on the javelins,” observed Gran as he scanned the stranger, his sled and everything on it with his tricorder. “Everything is consistent with stone age tech.”

“I think we’ve seen enough,” replied Pram. “There’s no longer a need to go to the village.”

“Wait! You have to take me with you into the sky!” begged the Einar woman. “If you don’t they’ll kill me!”

“This could explain why the Einar went into hiding,” observed Gran.

“If we take you with us, you can never come back,” warned Pram.

“I’d don’t care!” replied the Einar woman. “I want to go up in the sky and hear all those strange people for myself. I would rather go anywhere, than die here!”

“Very well,” said Pram, as he tapped his com-badge. “Four to beam up.”

When they materialized in the transporter room, Commander Worf was already waiting for them.

“You brought back a local!” growled Worf.

“She’s and Einar,” excused Pram. “They were going to kill her for her telepathy! She freely asked for asylum.”

“Very well,” replied Worf. “Take her to sickbay so that her health can be checked.

As it turned out the Einar woman’s name was: ‘Betsa’, and she found the appearance of the Vulcan Doctor Salar much less disturbing that The EMH Doctor, who was invisible to her telepathy. Betsa found it comforting that the strange doctor was a telepath, even if her telepathy required touch to work. By the time the exam was done, Crewman Luziana had been assigned as a guide to help her accommodate to her new life.

Deep Space - USS Argos - Crewman’s club

Boomer, Starbuck and Medi were already at the table when Luziana entered with a woman that looked sort of Andorian.

“Hi Luzianna, how was your day?” asked Boomer.

“Who is this?” asked Medi.

“This is Betsa,” explained Luziana. “She just came aboard from Andor and is used to living in the stone age, so I’m showing her around and helping he get accommodated.”

“Welcome Betsa!” said Medi.

“As long as you don’t try using any frakin’ alien powers on me we’ll get along just fine,” said Starbuck.

“She’s blind,” replied Luziana. “She has to use her telepathy to look through other peoples eyes or she can’t see.”

“Looking through my eyes is fine, But if you dig into my private thoughts and blurt them out, I’ll break your nose!” warned Starbuck.

“It didn’t hurt that much,” said Luziana. “And the Doctor fixed me right up.”

“She’ll also do that if she thinks you’re attractive,” added Medi.
“Hey! Flirting is fine,” countered Starbuck. “It’s when you start using your weird alien powers to try to seduce me that I get violent. Besides . . . I’m married!”

“If you two don’t stop trying to scare her I’M going to be breaking some noses!” warned Boomer.

“I’d like to see you try!” growled Starbuck.

There was a tense standoff as the two women glared at each other . . . . Then they both broke into giggles and gave each other a one armed hug.

“Those kinds of games don’t fool either of us,” skoffed Luziana. “We could both see in your minds you didn’t mean it.”

Chapter Text

Orbiting Kobol - Battlestar Galactica - C&C

Things had changed since they arrived here. The Old Man had given himself a desk job on the planet and promoted his son Commander of the Galactica. Tigh had quit and gone down the planet, along with the other ‘Final Five’ Cylons, which made Starbuck XO. She turned out to be worse than him! And with her husband on the planet, there was not one to stop her going on a bender and getting violent! Chief Tyrol, was now Cally not Galen. Then, Starbuck quit and Felix Gaeta became Major Gaeta, the new XO, which gave him a lot of responsibility as half the time, like now, the Commander was down on the planet, representing Kobol in the Federation council.

“Dradis contact!” called out Lieutenant Colicos, “No Colonial transponder!”

“Set Action Stations, launch Vipers!” commanded Gaeta.

“Do you think it’s a sneak attack from the Cylons?” asked Captain Duala.

“I hope not!” replied Gaeta. “With Commander Adama on the surface, we’re on our own!”

A few minutes later, ‘Wrongway’, the leader of the Viper squadron reported in.

“Established visual contact,” reported Wrongway. “They’re not like anything I’ve ever seen before. It’s about 1/4 the size of base ship. It’s sort of triangular with two long things like rockets attached to two of the points and something bigger and rounder attached to the front point. It’s definitely not Cylon or Colonial.”

“Do you think it could be alien?” asked Duala.

(From our perspective, you are the ones who are aliens,) said a voice inside the heads of everyone on in C&C.

“Tarterus Actual to Galactica, do your require assistance?” came the voice of Commander Agathon over the radio.

(Your weapons a weapons are unnecessary.) said the voice in their heads. (We are all members of the Federation here.)
“Who ARE you people?” asked Gaeta, not bothering to speak into the radio. “What do you want?”

(We are the Talosians) said the voice in their heads. (We have joined your Federation and have come to fulfill our obligations as members. Our ship carried our Delegate to the Federation council and some scientists to share our expertise with the other worlds of the Federation.)

On both capital ships, the Command staff were looking at each other in puzzlement.

(I see in your mind the location of the landing site. We will send a shuttle to that location)

Gaeta picked on the receiver so he could talk to the Vipers.

“Wrongway, you and Trippy fly escort on them down to Athens,” commanded Gaeta, before turning to the Communications Officer Hatch. “Get me the Admiral on the horn, we need to let him know what’s coming.”

Kobol - Athens - Spaceport

Admiral William Adama made certain that he had a platoon of Marines to greet their alien guests just in case this was an invasion. But he also had the Federation Council here, along with President Roslin. Now that they were on the planet, Zarek had the real power. But he was on the other side of the planet and was not interested in alien affairs.

“What do you know about them?” Adama asked the model Six Cylon that had become the Borg member of the Federation council. One of her eyes had been replaced by and implant that protruded 8 cm out of her face. One of her arms ended in a metallic claw that she could fit various attachments to.

“Species 9482, also known as the Talosian joined the Federation 80 days ago,” replied Six of Borg. “But no Borg representative with left there. We have no information on what they have been doing since they agreed to join the Federation.”

The alien shuttle did not make any sound that could be heard over the Viper engines. And the Vipers had flown off by the time the shuttle had finished landing. It was about a 1/3 larger than a Raptor and didn’t appear to have engines that were visible. A door on the side opened and out came a group of aliens. They appeared to be the same race as the Argos Communication’s Officer whom he had met before.

The Marines were lined up on both sides of a path leading to the leaders. It was difficult to tell what gender the Talosians were. They walked up to the Federation leaders and stood before them. The lead one spoke:

“I greet you in the name the people of Talos. We normally do not use names, but for the sake of understanding you may refer to me as: Bozo. Oh . . . I see in your mind that is a humorous name for your people. Then call me: Sokra. I am to be the Talosian Delegate to the Federation Council.”

“I greet you on behalf of the people of Kobol and the peoples of the Federation,” said Roslin. “With me is the Federation Council: Delegate Đaimz is the Starfleet representative, Lee Adama is the Delegate from Kobol, Arron Five is the Delegate from the Cylons, 1 of Six is the Delegate from the Borg, and Scipi is the Delegate from Tarquinus. Also with me is Admiral William Adama, the head of the Kobol military.”

“So you species still engages in warfare?” asked Delegate.

“Not by choice,” replied the Admiral.

“My people and his have had a series of wars,” explained Five.

“I can see in your minds that both sides were at fault,” replied Sokra.

“But in the aftermath, we fear to give up our weapons,” added the Admiral.

“A wise decision,” replied Sokra. “The Galaxy can be a dangerous place. Our ship are armed with defensive weapons for the same reason. Being members of the Federation requires that the scientists of the members worlds share information freely. We have brought the first block of information we have to share and some scientists to explain the information to the other Federation scientists.”

Kobol - Kobol Science Institute

“Energy weapons!?! You’re giving us energy weapons!?!” gasped Saul Tigh, as he looked through the computer files.

“And matter teleporters!” crowed Galen Tryrol as he looked at his own screen.

“And force fields!” added Tory Foster, from her own computer.

“But the energy requirements . . .” pointed out Sam Anders.

(That is why you have to have an antimatter reactor.) telepathically said the Talosian Scientist. (All of these technologies require that they be tied into an antimatter reactor in order to draw enough power to function.)

“Like a warp core,” observed Delegate Scipi, who was a scientist in her own right.

“It’s too bad warp cores and jump drives are incompatible,” groused Ellen Tigh.

Kobol - Admiral Adama’s office

“Dad, I think I need to resign my comission again,” said Commander Lee Adama. “I’ll wearing too many hats.”

“I NEED you up there Lee,” replied the Admiral. “I need to know the Galactica is in good hands.”

“Why dad!?! Why?” asked Lee. “You don’t really need me up there. The first time a Commander WAS needed, I was down here. Gaeta did just fine without me. You should give him the ship. . . .
. . . besides, from what I hear from Anders, The old girl is about to become obsolete. Both the Tarquinians and Talosians have given us tech that makes our ships useless. And the Cylons are going to get all that tech too. They’re members of the Federation too! . . .
. . . I just feel I can do more good as a member of the Federation Council.”

“And we both fear who Zarek might appoint to the Council if you stepped down,” agreed the Admiral. “All right.”

Deep Space - USS Argos - the corridor outside Main Engineering

“Hey! Hey you, Eight! Borg!” called out Starbuck.

“How may we assist you?” asked 9 of 10, a former Centurion that had gotten a model Eight body before joining the Borg.

“I wanted to ask you some questions about being Borg,” replied Starbuck.

“You may inquire,” answered 9 of 10.

“Is it true you have the memories of all the other members of the Borg?” asked Starbuck.

“That is correct,” confirmed 9 of 10. “All memories of all members are availible to all members of the Borg Collective.”

“And that’s why you were made an officer? Because you had the memories of Lieutenant Commander Kim?” asked Starbuck.

“Also correct,” confirmed 9 of 10. “It was decided that since we had all the memories of Kim of Borg, we could take the test and become ensigns. However, even though we are a group mind, further advancements will depend on the actions we take with our particular body.”

“So if I joined the Borg, I could gain access to his memories and could pass the officer test?” asked Starbuck.

“That is correct,” confirmed 9 of 10.

“After I become Borg, would it be possible for me to go back to being me?” asked Starbuck.

“You would still be you, even after you became Borg,” replied 9 or 10. “But if we understand would you are asking: Yes it is possible to return to being an individual after being Borg. But you would not want to. There are advantages to being Borg. If feels good to be Borg. You would fight any attempt to return you to your current state.”

“I’ll take that chance,” replied Starbuck.

“Come with us,” commanded 9 of 10. “We will take you to Sick Bay so that you may be assimulated into the Borg Collective.

It took some convincing to get Doctor Salar to agree to the procedure, but in the end the opporation was able to go through and Starbuck was assimulated into the Borg. Once she was Borg, she was easily able to pass the officer’s test and became and ensign. But other than her Borg interlink, she had not yet gotten any Borg implants, which were not done on this ship.

(Now that you have become an officer, we need for you to become an individual again,) said 9 of 10.

(We do not wish to be an individual! We are Borg!) replied Starbuck of Borg.

(We ARE Borg,) agreed 9 of 10. (We have access to the memories of all Borg, including the unit known as Kara Thrace. The Kara Thrace unit has a husband, who will not be happy to lose his wife. He need for a member of the Borg to resume being Kara Thrace. He will only accept us as Kara Thrace in one particular body. That body must be disconnected from the Collective.)

All of this happened in an instant before the body of Starbuck was disconnected from the Borg Collective. As soon as she regained her individuality, she collapsed into tears. 9 of Eight carried her to the room of her friend Boomer, who was sleeping at the time.

“What?” said Boomer, when she saw who was at the door.

“She has become an individual,” explained 9 of 10, as she carried Starbuck in and set her on Boomer’s bed. “We thought she would find the presence of a friend would give her comfort.”

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Deep Space - USS Argos - Boomer’s cabin

“You want to tell me what happened?” asked Boomer, of Starbuck, who had finally stopped crying.

“I got kicked out of the Borg,” sobbed Starbuck.

“What do mean ‘got kicked out . . you didn’t let them . . .”

“Yeah, I did. I thought I could join them temporarily, make officer, then quit,” said Starbuck. “And I worked! Once I was a member of the Borg I had access to all the other Borg memories, including Commander Kim’s. I knew everything he knew about Starfleet and was easily able to pass the officer exam! But once I’d joined the Collective, I didn’t want to leave. They made me leave but they had access to all my memories. There will be a copy of my memories and personality floating around in the Borg Collective forever! And I knew how badly Sam would take it if he found out I was Borg. And I had become all of them. They kicked me out to save my marriage. But I didn’t want it! You can’t imagine how good it feels to be connected so many people so intimately!”

“I might have some idea,” replied Boomer. “On the Base ship there is a device that would allow me to connect to all the other Cylons of my model. Be even connected, we were still individuals. So how much of that knowledge did you retain?”

“I don’t have many of Kim’s personal memories, just his ones of being a Starfleet officer and the knowledge he needed to do that. But I do remember how he was stuck being an ensign for years while his friend Tom got to be busted down to ensign then regained his Lieutenant pip multiple times. I also remember bit and pieces of the Cylon memories of committing atrocities!”

“So If I joined the Borg, I could be a pilot again . . .” mused Boomer.

“But you wouldn’t be you anymore,” explained Starbuck. “Once you are in, you cease to be an individual. I don’t think you would want to leave once you were in there. I had Sam to help me leave. Who do you have?”
“You’re right,” said Boomer. “I don’t think my relationships with Luziana or Medi are serious enough for me to feel I needed to come back.”

Telar Orbit - USS Argos - Transporter Room 2

The landing party were preparing to beam down to the surface. It consisted of Chief Engineer Lieutenant Commander Svino, Lieutenant Pua’a, and The EMH Doctor, whose appearance had been altered to make him look Telerite, like the other two. It was just a coincidence that the transporter operator was also Telerite.

“Energize,” commanded Svino.

The instant they were on the surface, there was a signal from the landing party:

“BEAM US UP! BEAM US UP! BEAM US UP!” screamed Svino.

The Telerite crewman reactivated the transporter to bring them back. When they appeared, only the two Telerites returned, and both of them were laying down on their bellies. Of the EMH, only the scrapped remains of his emitter returned. Fortunately, there was a back up copy of his program on the computer. Svino leaped to his feet and started screaming at the Crewman assigned to work the transporter. The Telerite languages has nine times as many attack words, those words that in English are called ‘curse words’ as any human language. So many that the universal translator sometime has difficulty translating them all.

“YOU IDIOT!” screamed Svino. “YOU BEAMED US DOWN IN THE (untranslatable)
MIDDLE OF NO MAN’S (untranslatable) LAND! HOW THE (untranslatable) DAMN FUCK DID YOU (untranslatable) DO THAT? (untranslatable) (untranslatable) (untranslatable) (untranslatable) (untranslatable) (untranslatable)!!!”

“(untranslatable) Sir!” replied the Telerite Crewman. “I only (untranslatable) beamed you down where you (untranslatable) told me too! It’s not my fault you were too (untranslatable) (untranslatable) (untranslatable)“

Deep Space - USS Argos - Meeting Room

“When we beamed down, we found ourselves in the middle of one of the World Wars, sir,” reported Lieutenant Commander Svino. “My people are not known for being warriors, but in the distant past we had more wars amongst ourselves than even the humans did in their past. Eventually those wars grew to engulf the whole planet. We had more world wars than the Humans did in their primitive era. And many Dark ages between them. It was when we finally developed atomic weaponry that we realized we could not long afford to make war on ourselves and we started attacking each other with insults instead of weapons.”

“So you would not recommend we make first contact with your home world?” observed Captain Data.

“Not at this time, sir. Not for a long time to come, sir,” replied Svino.

“Stand by . . .” said Lieutenant Commander Kim of Borg. “Captain, a Talosian Ship has just warped into Kobol space. The Kobolians are alarmed about it.

“At this distance it will take us three days to make it there at maximum warp,” observed Lieutenant Hex.

“Let us return to our posts,” ordered Data. “Bridge? Set course for the Kobol system.”

“Aye Captain,” said Worf, via the computer.

Captain’s log, Stardate 57454.4 - we have arrived at Kobol on to find the planet is not longer on alert. The Talosian delegation has made friendly contact with Kobol and their Representative has joined the Federation Council. At the same time, Talosian scientists are sharing their knowledge with the other members of the Federation. I have been informed by Lieutenant Commander Kim that The Cylons have been alerted by the Borg member on Caprica and the Cylons are sending their own people to learn the new science and technologies.

Kobol orbit - USS Argos - Meeting Room

“Beings, I would like to go over the technological levels of the various members of the Federation as they are starting to share their knowledge with each other,” began Captain Data.

“The Colonials, Kobolians now, had the lowest level of technology, less than they had a hundred year ago,” began Lieutenant Hex. “Their wars with the Cylons have forced them into a Dark Age of sorts. This was due in part to the Cylon expertise in computer warfare, which forced the Colonials to adopt more primitive technologies.

The Cylons have mostly the same level of tech. They are slightly more advanced in their Jump Drives and Computers. Also they are more advanced in cybernetics, with the ability to make Raiders, Centurions and download into new bodies via resurrection tech.

Both civilizations use Jump Drives instead of Warp and this allows them to travel greater distances in a few jumps than we could in months at high warp. Caprica, Kobol and Tarquinus are too far away from each other and from Mars and Talos to be a part of the same government without the use of Jump Drives. But the Jump Drives are not compatible with Warp Drives so any ship would have to choose which kind of propulsion it uses.”

“The Vulcans were in the early use of Warp drive,” reported Lieutenant Commander Svino. “They had a series of off world colonies in their own system, all of which were destroyed in the recent war and their ships were not capable of exceeding Warp 1. When the Tarquinians left Vulcan, they took all of the Freighters with them. The Tarquinians did not have replicators, transporters, phasers or shields. In the war they used photon torpedoes for space combat and Vulcans were only beginning to experiment with subspace communication when the Tarquinians left. The freighters that the Tarquinians left Vulcan with were completely unarmed.”

“The Talosians of this era are at a technology level similar to Earth’s in the 22nd century in our home universe,” reported Lieutenant Solon. “Their ships are capable of reaching Warp 4 and are equipped with phasers and shields. They have small transporters capable of transporting a single being. But the technology is not thought safe for the transport of living things. They do not have torpedoes or missiles as the technology has not occurred to them. They also do not have subspace communication as we tend to use telepathy instead of radio for communication over distance.”

“In theory, the Borg have all the technology of both the Argos and the Cylons,” reported Lieutenant Commander Kim of Borg. “However since we only have Cylon level tools, we are currently building the tools we need to make the tools we need. This is in addition to our efforts at building a habitat on Mars and refitting the Tarquinian freighters with Cylon Jump Drives so they can travel the long distances needed for interstellar travel in a timely manner. Eventually we plan to make a Borg Cube for the defense of Mars as well and the gestation of new members of the Borg Collective.”

“Another issue is some of the Humans are not patient enough to work their way through Starfleet training,” said Doctor Salar. “Recently once of the Crewmen from Kobol a Kara Thrace, asked to be assimilated into the Borg, just so that she could become an officer. After she became an officer, she then left the Borg.”

“See that she’s re-test to make certain Ensign Thrace is still qualified to be an officer,” commanded Data. “If she is, this may be a way to more quickly integragrate the people of the Federation worlds into Starfleet.”

“No one who has experienced being Borg ever wants to return to being an individual,” pointed out Kim. “This is not a problem for us Borg. But other races may see it as threatening to their individuality.”

“Perhaps my people could help?” suggested Lieutenant Solon. “On Talos, our usually method of long term data storage are devices that telepathically send the information directly into your mind. Perhaps the technology could be adapted for other races?”

“This brings up another issue,” replied Data. “Has there been any progress on our efforts to return to our home universe?”

“We could easily travel to another universe,” reported Lieutenant Commander Kim. “But we still have no way of finding our way back to the specific universe from which we came.”

“I see,” said Data. “I think the time has come to face the fact that we are stranded in this universe, with no hope of returning. Perhaps the time has come to share our technology with the rest of the Federation. The Talosian information sharing device could be the key to making that happen.”

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“So you’re sure your people will join?” asked Adama.

“I am certain that our people will combine our ships into Starfleet once word has reached the home world,” agreed the Talosian Captain: Plata.

“How many ships will that net us?” asked Adama.

“We have 12 ships that are armed with phasers and capable of Warp 4,” replied Plata. “It will take us time to modify them with the new information gained from the Argos.

“The Borg wish to make ship building our major industry,” announced Lieutenant Commander Kim, who was attending the meeting on behalf of the Borg, even those he was technically, not a Captain. “We can modify the ships for you.”

“For now, I would like have a Talosian ship guarding each of the Federation worlds,” ordered Adama. “And I guess we can scrap the Galactica and the Base ships.”

“That may not be wise,” replied Captain Data. “The Jump drives of the Base ships and the Galactica make them able to respond quickly to situations that may take a long time for a warp capable ship arrive at. It is my thinking that the Galactica and at least some of the Base ships should be retained as rapid deployment forces. Even though the ships are not designed for warp travel and thus can not be equipted with phasers or shields, They could be modified to carry photon torpedo launchers.”

“You really think they would be of any use?” asked Captain Gaeta, who was still getting used to the change from Colonial ranks, to Starfleet ranks.

“The Jump drive is of more use for long distance travel than warp drive,” replied Captain Karl Agathon. “That makes it a better choice for freighters, which don’t need shields or weapons anyway.”

“I have been thinking,” started Data. “Our shuttlecraft are not as useful for some purposes as some of the Kobolian and Cylon craft. The Raiders are better for long range scouting, transporters are usually better for planetary landings and ship to ship transfers in space, and Raptors are better for many of the tasks that we would ordinarily use a shuttle for. I would like to have some of the Raptors transferred from the Galactica to the Argos. In return, most of our shuttlecraft, which are armed with both shields and phasers could be distributed to the Galactica, and the Talosian ships guarding Talos, Taquinus, Caprica and Mars. The raptor is such a useful ship design, perhaps more should be made for the other members of the Federation. We could update their sensors and arm them with a pair for photon torpedoes if the need arose.”

“What do you see the role of the Argos, in Starfleet?” asked Adama.

“The Argos, was designed to be a ship of exploration and there is much about the galaxy in this universe that is still unknown. For example, we still have not made first contact with the Medusans, a Federation member in our own universe which our Raider has found are already an advanced civilization. We intend to offer them Federation membership.”

“As you did us,” said Captain Plata.

“We should build more ships like the Argos,” added Captain Gaeta.

“It may not be the best use of our resources to build galaxy class ships like the Argos,” observed Data. “For now, a fleet of smaller ships may better serve us. Perhaps an older design like the constitution class?”

“That would allow for more rapid construction,” agreed Kim

“Also, those explosive bullets, the ones that the Colonials use against Cylon Centurions, could be useful in some situations that phasers are not,” added Data.

“So even though we are replacing the primary weapons of the marines . . . sorry MACOS, with phasers, we should still keep a reserve of explosive bullets and the guns to fire them,” observed Adama.

“It occurs to me that the Treaty of Algernon is no longer in affect,” mused Data.

“That’s the one forbidding the Federation ships from having cloaking devices?” said Gaeta, trying to call on his newly gained knowledge of Starfleet.

“That is correct,” replied Data. “Within the Argos’ computer banks are the specifications for a Federation phasing cloak, superior to the types used by the Romulans and Klingons of our home universe.”

“I’m assuming that this cloaking device would require a warp core to power it?” guessed Agathon.

“Sounds like a useful thing to have,” said Adama. “See that Argos and the Talosian ships get one as soon as possible.

“With the amount of construction and mining we are being called upon, the Brog have insuficient numbers,” said Kim. “To help increase our numbers we would like genetic samples from the members of the Federation, from as many different individuals as possible.”

“And what do you intend to do with this ‘genetic material’?” asked Adama.

“We will combine it with the members we have and with each other to produce offspring, which shall gestate in the Borg Cube ship we plan to make” explained Kim. “The Borg offspring will be Borg from the beginning of their lives and allow us reproduce fast than we could through assimilation of volunteers.”

“Sounds like a matter for the Federation Council to decide,” said Adama.

“Genetic material donations should only come from willing participants,” cautioned Data.

“Definately,” agreed Adama.

“Another factor slowing the growth of our colony is our intension to teraform Mars,” added Kim. “We feel other methods are too slow and wish to use a genesis device.”

“Genesis device?” asked Helo. “I’m afraid that was not in the Starfleet information loaded into my brain.”

“The Genesis Project was an unsuccessful attempt at terraforming from the 23rd century,” explained Data. “It’s failure was due to the use of proto-matter, which made the planets unstable after the device was used on them. It’s use was banned by the Federation, though basic research on the concept has continued.”

“We believe we have solved the equations with out the use of proto-matter,” announced Kim. “If successful, we believe we can lay down a biogenic matrix on which life can be planted. Unlike previous attempts, it will not create life and any life on the teraformed world would have to be transfered to there and planted manually. We would like to test the device on the planet Venus. But we need permission from the Federation Council to build and test such a device.”

“If this test is successful, it could also be used on Earth, Mars and the non-viable of the former 12 Colonies,” pointed out Data. It could provide many new worlds for Federation colonies to be settled on.”

“Again, another issue for the Federation Council to decide,” said Adama.

“If the Borg needs new members, some of my people would be willing to join,” offered Plata. “Those who have been deemed too telepathically weak to be allowed to breed might welcome a new life as a part of your collective.”

“What do you mean ‘too weak to be allowed to breed’?” asked Adama.

“When we obtained the genetic material from your Lieutenant Solon, it was only mixed with the genes of our telepathically most powerful males and implanted in our strongest females,” explained Plata. “Those who were judged too telepathically weak, will not be allowed to participate in this great uplift in our race. Such individuals will welcome a chance to be a part of the Borg Collective as they are currently in danger of becoming and inferior subspecies of our race.”

“Genetic Alteration is banned in the Federation,” pointed out Data.

“No genes were altered,” rebuffed Plata. “It is as if she mated with thousands of our men separately and had the embrios implanted in a surogate.”

“We may need to change the law against genetic manipulation,” observed Adama. My people only have 5,000 women who are still young enough to breed. That’s not a viable population, long term. And adding the cylons only adds 12 people to our 30,000, only 5 of which are women. When we lost the 12 Colonies, we only took with us the people who were on spaceships at the time, which was mostly the rich middle aged men. There were some ships with tourist families. But that still leaves us with a shortage of women.”

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Orbiting Kobol - USS Argos - Crewman Luziana’s quarters

Boomer awoke to find herself spooning Luziana. Medi was asleep in the other bed.

(Want this to last forever!) sent Luziana, telepathically.
(What do you want to last?) thought Boomer.
(This! Us!) sent Luziana, telepathically, as she turned to face her lover. (I know I told you I wasn’t looking for anything serious. But I’ve changed my mind. I’ve fallen in Love!)
(So what do you you want to do about it?) thought Boomer.
(I want us to be married! I want to have your babies!) sent Luziana, telepathically.
(How is that even possible?) thought Boomer. (I mean last time I checked, we were both women.)
(Oh, the doctor can take stem cells from both us, mix them together of make a zygote and implant it in me.) sent Luziana, telepathically.
(What does marriage mean to you?) thought Boomer.
(Well, I’d like to have a Betazoid wedding, so everyone will have to be naked for the ceremony,) sent Luziana, telepathically.
(I KNOW that part!) thought Boomer. (I mean after . . . What does being married mean to a Betazoid?)
(Oh . . . Well, it means we’ll love each other and raise our children together,) sent Luziana, telepathically. (What does it mean to for Cylons?)
(Cylons don’t have marriages,) thought Boomer. (But I think of myself as human, and Humans have marriages. But what about fidelity? I’ve noticed that you and Medi are pretty wild. I mean, we got together because you are so wild! Will that change after we’re married?)
(Well fidelity is not really an issue for us Betazoids,) sent Luziana, telepathically. (We don’t do monogamy like some humans do. So you’ll still be free to share yourself with Medi or whoever you want to.)
(Do you plan to share yourself?) thought Boomer.
(I don’t have any specific plans to share myself at this moment,) sent Luziana, telepathically. (But I will if the opportunity comes up. More likely I’ll be too busy raising the children while you’re off being an officer.)
(With that Talosian device, you to become an officer too, you know,) thought Boomer. (Why don’t you?)
(I’m perfectly happy being a crewman,) sent Luziana, telepathically. (As a crewman I’m held to a lower standard and I don’t have as much responsibility. Besides, so many people have used that device and become officers that there are not enough people to do enlisted work. A lot of those new ensigns are going to end up doing Crewman work and being held to officer standards. Besides, if I’m the wife of an officer, we’ll get to share bigger quarters)

“You know, It’s rude to have long telepathic conversations and not include me!” said Medi as she ripped the sheet off both of them and gave them a big blast of her pheromones.

“We . . .(pant!) we . . . (pant!) we didn’t want to (pant!) wake you!” panted Boomer before she lost control and pulled the Orion woman into a kiss.

(I don’t want to, but I’ll have the computer clean the air if you want her to stop,) sent Luziana, telepathically.
(No, it’s fine. I want this to!) thought Boomer, just before she lost the ability to think coherently.

Later

“Medi, we’ve decided to get married,” announced Luziana.

“It was a bit unusual, but in the Colonies there were sometimes marriages of more than two people,” explained Boomer. “You’d be welcome to join us, if you want.”

“Naa!” refused Medi. “Even a Betazoid marriage would be too restrictive for me. I like being free to do whoever I want!”

the Wedding

The wedding was a traditional Betazoid wedding. They asked Captain Data to officiate and invited their friends and family including: Medi, Valerii Eight and her husband, Nog, Starbuck and her husband, Sam, Gaius Baltar and Natasi, Galen Tyrol and his wife, Cally Tryol. Luziana had invited many of the telepathic members of the Argos’ crew including the Talosians, Betazoids and Vulcans. Once again, Cally looked very uncomfortable, not only at being naked in public, but also because she had once murdered Boomer.

“Look at the size of him,” whispered Medi to Cally. “I hear he’s fully functional and programed in multiple techniques.”

(STOP IT MEDI!) warned Luziana, telepathically.

Conception

A few days after the wedding, they went to the sickbay to give samples to that a baby could be made of them and implanted in Luziana. While there, they ran into Valerii Eight and Nog who had come to do the same thing.

Kobol Orbit - USS Argos - Hanger Deck

After that, it was time for Boomer to report for her first assignment as a Starfleet officer.

“Ensign Boomer Eight, reporting for duty sir!”

“At ease,” said Lieutenant Drana, an Andorian. “This box contains a subspace transceiver, a teaching module and some orders from Starfleet Command. Our mission is to take this box over the the Galactica, where we will trade this shuttlecraft for a Raptor, which we will use to take the box to Talos 4. Do you understand the mission?”

“Aye sir,” replied Boomer.

Finally! Finally she would get to pilot a shuttlecraft!

Which turned out to be a big disappointment! The inertial dampers meant that piloting the shuttle felt no different from the simulator. She couldn’t FEEL the movement of the ship! Once on the Galactica, the people there, especially Ensign Cally Tryol were polite, but she could tell that didn’t like her. She and Drana changed into flight suits, transferred the box and launched the Raptor.

Now this felt more like a spaceship should! It was kind of ironic that she busted her butt studying and subjected herself to an alien mind device just so she could go back to piloting a Raptor!

Orbiting Kobol - USS Argos - Crewman Baltar’s quarters

“That Betazoid wedding was something wasn’t it?” asked Natasi.

“And everyone else could see how beautiful you are,” replied Baltar.

“We can thank Solon for that,” mused Natasi. “It was strange to dance with other people be sides you.”

“The Talosian illusion of you was as real to them as you are to me,” agreed Baltar.

“Do you think we should have a Betazoid wedding?” asked Natasi, and she ran her finger down Baltar’s arm.

“I don’t know about that,” replied Baltar as he caressed her back, “Won’t people think it strange to marry my imaginary friend?”

“No one thinks I’m imaginary any more. Many of them have seen me,” whispered Natasi in his ear. “Some of them have seen ALL of me.”

“I’d want a colonial wedding but . . . sure, why not?” said Baltar. “Let’s get married!”

Kobol - Athens - Star Fleet Command - Fleet Admiral’s office

Ensign Kara ‘Starbuck’ Thrace walked to the room and came to attention in front of the Admiral’s desk.

“At ease,” commanded Admiral Adama. “How are you doing Starbuck? Are you adjusting to life in Starfleet?”

“Very well sir,” replied Starbuck. “I have fully qualified as a pilot, Security Officer and Science Officer.”

“Joining Starfleet, starting over like that took a lot of guts,” praised Adama. “Then, joining the Borg, just to cut corners of advance sooner took even more guts.”

“Thank you sir,” replied Starbuck. “I try to be the best.”

“That you do. That you do,” agreed Adama. “I’m going to start giving all of the ex Colonial Warrior Starfleet ranks based on what their equivalent was. The Cylons will get ranks based on what they do on their ship. What this means for you is that you are Lieutenant, Junior Grade as of this moment. Senior Lieutenant requires you have a department to supervise, like when you were Galactic’s CAG. Lieutenant Commanders need more than one department to command. The Argos only has three of them. Only Worf is a full Commander on Argos. I just want to let you know, next time a ship becomes available, You’ll be offered a spot as either XO or Captain. For now, stay on the Argos, get some hands on experience with running the ship. Learning machines are not as good as real world experience. When your spot opens up, I want to to be qualified for it.
Dismissed.

Oh, and Starbuck . . . stop breaking women’s noses,”

“Yes sir!” said Starbuck, as she saluted and left.

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Captain’s log, Stardate 57531.7 - We have arrived at Venus. The Hephestus is already in orbit of Mars and has brought with it 3,421 volunteers to join the Borg Collective. They had already been assimilated into the Collective before we arrived. The Borg Base ship has joined us at Venus. Although we did not expect any positive results, we made a full scan of the planet for any life forms that might be harmed.

“Scans show the planet to be devoid of life with the exception of some microbial life in the upper atmosphere,” reported Lieutenant Commander Harry Kim.

“Very well, alert the Borg that they may deploy the genesis device,” commanded Captain Data.

The Borg Base ship shot a missile at the planet and there was a flash as the device activated in the atmosphere.

“The device is working as planned,” announced Kim as he looking as he scanner screen. “Excess heat is being drawn from the atmosphere and being used to help fuel the reaction. Sulphur atoms are being stripped from sulphur dioxide molecules, carbon atoms are being stripped from carbon dioxide molecules and raining down to the surface as a mixture of diamonds, graphite and fullerine, water is starting to fall to the surface as rain. “Estimate the entire planet should be terraformed in 12 hours.”

“Very well, continue your scans,” commanded Data.

Captain’s log, Stardate 57534.7 - The use of the genesis device to terraform Venus has been successful. The planet has cooled to temperatures similar to Vulcan. Humans will be uncomfortable there except near the poles. The atmosphere is now a Nitrogen-oxygen mix with trace amounts of carbon dioxide, just barely enough to allow plant growth. The Federation council has ruled that if the test were successful that the planet would be open for the settlement of all Federation races. The Talosians are already starting to prepare to sow seeds from their home world on the surface, in preparation for planting agricultural crops and establishing a village there.
Use of the genesis device has been authorized for Earth and Mars, barring the discovery of intelligent life there. We will use our advanced scanners to make certain of that before the devices are activated.

Captain’s log, Stardate 57544.8 - The genesis devices have been activated on both Earth and after the Borg settlement was evacuated, Mars. The Sol system now has three M - Class worlds. The Federation Council has recognized Earth as a Human home world. However the Kobolians do not currently have to necessary population to settle it. For now, it will be designated a nature preserve and there are plans to transfer plant and animal species from both Kobol and Caprica. Mars now has a much thicker atmosphere. But the temperature is cold enough that only Andorians would find in comfortable. For now, the Borg are focused on building their settlement, mines and shipyards there.

Captain’s log, Stardate 57553.9 - We are approaching the Xi Hydre system, which contains Visalayan, home planet of the Medeusans or as they are more commonly called: Medusans. We are hoping to establish peaceful First Contact with them and invite them to join the Federation. To facilitate this, Đaimz, our former Ship’s Councilor, and current Starfleet Representative on the Federation Council has joined our expedition.

Ort cloud of the Xi Hydre system - USS Argos - Bridge

“Captain, I am picking up faint telepathic impressions,” announced Lieutenant Solon. “It’s a Medeusan ship.”

“Do you feel anything, Councilor Đaimz?” asked Captain Data.

“Nothing,” replied Councilor Đaimz, via the hologram of a Talosian upper half being projected out of the top of the wheeled box in which hid his true form, as an non-corporeal energy being that caused most races madness to gaze upon. “They must be beyond the range of my telepathy.”

“Ship detected,” announced Lieutenant Commander Harry Kim. “Still out at maximum visual range.”

“On screen,” commanded Worf.

At this range the ship was only a dot of light, like any other star.

“Hail them,” commanded Data.

“There is no response on subspace,” replied Lieutenant Solon. “But I am receiving a telepathic response. They are demanding that we halt and let them approach.”

“We shall comply with their wishes,” replied Data.

“All stop!” commanded Worf. “Should we go to red alert Captain?”

“Not at this time,” replied Data. “We are still hoping to establish peaceful contact with them.”

The ship came closer at warp speed and came to a stop close enough that the ship could be clearly seen. It was spherical with four warp pylons.

“I can feel them!” said Đaimz. “They’re my people!”

“Captain I’m getting a telepathic message from them!” said Lieutenant Pram.

“I’m receiving the same message,” declared Worf.

“I believe we ALL are,” explained Lieutenant Solon.

“Lieutenant Solon, since I am immune to telepathy, could you repeat back their messages and the responses for my benefit?” commanded Data. “Councilor Đaimz, could you relay my messages to them?”

“Who are you? Why are you intruding in our space?” translated Lieutenant Solon.

“This is the USS Argos, a ship from the United Federation of Planets,” began Data. “We are here on a peaceful mission to establish first contact with your people. May we send a delegation to your ship?”

“They are agreeable with that and sent transporter co-ordinates,” translated Lieutenant Solon.

“Councilor Đaimz, the delegation will consist of yourself, Lieutenant Schist and Doctor Salar,” commanded Data. “Make certain that Doctor Salar has been issued a red visor so that she will suffer no ill effects from contact with your people.”

“Aye sir,” replied Councilor Đaimz, as he wheeled out of the Bridge, followed by the Hortan Chief Security Officer.

Captain’s log, Stardate 57554.5 - Our delegation to the Medeusan Ship had been gone for several hours. It is hoped that this is a good sign and that peaceful first contact is being established. The Medeusans have asked to escort us to their homeworld.

There was a sudden flash and all three members of the contact party appeared on the bridge.

“Captain, I think we should go to your Ready Room before I make my report,” announced Councilor Đaimz. Once they were behind closed doors, he began: “We have arrived at a time before my people had ascended. As a result, they look upon me with a sort of religious awe that a human might have for an angel. They also see Lieutenant Schist as being a sort of semi-divine magic rock. The un-ascended Medeusans are seven tentacled non, humanoid life forms. A human might think that they resemble a land octopus. They communicate with changing colour patterns on their bodies and with telepathy for long distance. I do not think there will be any ill effects on any other of our member species that see them. Doctor Salar was able to remove her red visor and view them with no ill effects at all.”

“What are their current intentions towards us?” asked Data.

“As I said, they view me as a religious figure,” replied Đaimz. “They want me to go Visalayan so that they can show me off to the whole world. I do not think they would do us harm.”

“Do you think they would be receptive to joining the Federation?” asked Data.

“Captain, if I commanded it, they would join in an instant!” replied Đaimz. “If they join the Federation, I would like to return to my duties and Ship’s Councilor. Appoint someone else to represent Starfleet on the Federation Council.”

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Unhuman

Chapter 25: Cylons come to Kobol

Kobol orbit - Battlestar Galactica - C&C

The Colonial Warriors had all become part of Starfleet now. There were some who refused the alien learning device and retired to Sparta. But there were plenty of people below them who were perfectly willing to rise through the ranks. Their Colonial uniforms had been replaced by Starfleet ones. They might look like pajamas to colonial eyes, but the new uniforms doubled as pressure suits and had a hood that covered the head in emergencies. This allowed people wearing them to survive in the hard vacuum of space slightly longer than they otherwise would have. The new ranks were hard to get used to. To Felix Gaeta, being promoted to Captain felt like a demotion from Major. But he was in command of the ship and that was what counted.

“Dradis contact!” called out Lieutenant Colicos, “Transponder looks like a Cylon Base ship!”

“Set actio- Go to Red Alert! Launch Vipers!” commanded Captain Gaeta.

“It’s a shame they couldn’t have waited until the photon torpedo tubes were installed,” mused Commander Duala.

“It wouldn’t have done us any good anyway,” said Gaeta. “There aren’t any torpedoes to go in them yet. Send signals to the Zeus and the Tartarus. See if we can box them in. Also let the Admiral know what’s going on. Then get me in touch with the Cylons.”

“Yes sir, I mean Aye sir,” replied Lieutenant Hatch. Once the Communications officer had done all that, he turned back to the Captain. “I have the Cylon Commander on the line now, Captain.”

Captain Gaeta picked up the phone receiver and said: “This is Captain Felix Gaeta of the Federation Battlestar Galactica. State your intensions!”

“This is Three of the Federation Base Ship 13,” replied a familiar female voice. “Our intensions are non-hostile. I repeat, non-hostile.”

“Why have our Cylon friends paid us a visit?” asked Gaeta.

“We bring human refugees to you as was required of us in the peace treaty between our peoples,” replied Three. “Also we have business with the Admiral and the Science institute. May we send down some Heavy Raiders?”

“This is Fleet Admiral Adama,” said a voice on the line, interrupting this communication. “You may send down the Heavy Raiders one at a time, starting with the ones carrying human refugees. Tartarus, launch two defensive Raiders to escort each Heavy Raider to the surface.”

There was a chorus of “Aye sirs” and a “By your Command” from Gaeta, Agathon and Three, before they complied with the Admiral’s orders.

While they were implementing this, Adama ordered the three capital ships to maintain their position on three sides of the Basestar, and return the vipers to the Galactica, but have the pilots stay in them, ready to launch if the need arose.

Kobol - Athens - Spaceport

Fleet Admiral Adama was there with a platoon of MACOS to greet the Heavy Raider when in landed. After it landed and opened the hatch, He could see that there were a couple of model Eights to pilot it and and couple of Centurions. But everyone else to come out of the ship was human. There were 20 of them, so they must have been packed in there pretty tight. All of them looked malnourished and their clothing was threadbare.

“You . . . you’re human!” said one of the refugees.

“So it wasn’t a Cylon trick?” asked another.

“I don’t recognize the uniform,” said another. “Are you from the Colonies? Where are we?”

“You are all safe,” announced Adama. “To answer your questions, yes, we did come from the Colonies. And yes, it is true that we’ve made peace with the Cylons. We, the Cylons and some alien races have come together to form a United Federation of peoples. As part of the peace agreement, we asked that all Colonial humans remaining in the 12 Colonies be brought here. Welcome to Kobol!”

After the Heavy Raider had been emptied, it returned to the Base ship and a new one came down. It was the third ship that was full of Cylons of various types.

Some of them stepped forward, a Centurion and one of each type of human Cylon that they brought.

“I’m Three, this is Two, Four, Six, Eight and Centurion. We represent the models of our Base ship. We not only came to bring back these humans, but also for information. We’ve been hearing from the Borg Ambassador stationed on Caprica and more recently via the subspace transceiver you sent us about what is going on here. We would like to acquire some of this new scientific knowledge that we’ve heard about.”

“You don’t have a representative of the Raiders on your ruling council?” asked Adama.

“No. Why do you ask?” replied Three.

“Well, all AIs are considered to be full citizens of the Federation,” replied Adama. “We might be more heirarchical in how Starfleet runs it’s ships, But our Raiders are considered full officers with the ability to advance in rank. You might consider doing the same. In fact, if you really intend to be members of the Federation you should place at least some of your ships in Starfleet. That’s what we did. We put both our ships in Starfleet. And the Talosians put 12 of their ships in the Starfleet. You should do the same.”

The Cylons shared a look with each other, then Three answered: “We’ll each have to consult with the rest of our model, but I’m fairly confident that we will agree to join the federation’s Starfleet.”

“I’ll need to see your ships logs so I can go through them,” replied Adama. “As members of Starfleet, you’ll run the ship less democratically. I’ll assign each of you a rank base of your past roles on the ship. And you’ll have to wear the uniform.”

He tugged on his own Starfleet uniform and his eyes flicked for a moment to the model Eight Cylon, who wasn’t wearing anything.

“The Talosians have brought us a learning device that allows you to quickly learn Starfleet procedures,” explained Adama. “Also your scientists can use it to learn the new things quickly.

But for now, we need to get food and medical care for these refugees. Ensign Cole can escort you to your rooms and give you a tour of the town.”

Kobol - Athens - Hotel Castor

The Cylons had just gotten settled into their hotel rooms where there was a knock on Three’s door. When she went to answer it, she found a model Five Cylon waiting out side.

“Can I come in?” asked Arron Five, the Cylon Representative to the Federation Council.

“Of course, come on in,” said Three, you’re the Five that we left here to speak for us, right?”

“Yes, Arron Five. And I wanted to give you a heads up about what’s going on here. This town is where the tolerant humans live. But most of them, the ones who want nothing to do with Cylons or aliens settled on another continent. They have a town called: Sparta. But I wouldn’t let any of our people visit there if I were you.”

“What can you tell me about these aliens?” asked Three

“The Taquinians were former enemies of the old Federation that split off from the Vulcans, one of the old Federation’s founding members.” explained Five. “The Vulcans have been invited to join but have not, thus far. Technologically we’re one of the most backward members of the Federation. Only the Kobolians, that’s what the Colonials call themselves now, and only they were less advanced than us.”

“‘Were less advanced?” asked Three

“Yeah, they are catching up,” explained Five. “But I will get to that. Even though the Tarquinians were enemies of the Argos, they helped them go from a rag-tag refugee fleet of Freighters to settling on a world or their own. New Caprica, which they have named: Tarquinus. Their Representative to the Federation Council is a scientist, and she shared her knowledge with the other members of the Federation, which at the time was only the Kobolians. They were at the very beginning of the Argos tech.

“So the Kobolians have their tech?” asked Three.

“Oh it gets’s worse!” replied Five. “Believe me! Not only do the Kobolians have all of the Final Five Cylons leading their Science institute. And not only did they learn the Taquinian science, the next alien race to join, the Talosians were even more advanced! And they came here with their learning machines and scientists to share all their advanced knowledge with the Federation!”

“But aren’t we supposed to be members of the Federation?” asked Three.

“We are.” replied Five. “That’s why the Starfleet sent a Talosian ship to help defend Caprica. It will take a while to get there. But it’s on it’s way. That happened after the Argos got here and decided to share their Tech with the Federation!”

“So what can we do?” asked Three.

“We need to do like the Talosians did!” replied Five. “Jump into the Federation with both feet! You need to let them use that learning device on you and join your ship to the Federation.”

“I’ve tentatively already agreed to that,” replied Three. “We just need to each get the rest of our model to agree.”

“Designate some of us to be scientists,” suggested Five. “Have them learn advanced science via the machine, then have half of them stay here to join the science institute while the other half goes back to Caprica to start up our own. It would also help if you each got individual names. The Talosians are like us, they don’t have individual names. But they have adopted them to make it easier for other races to deal with them. We should do the same. The Cylons that stayed here have mostly taken their model number as their family name and a unique first name. That’s why a call myself Arron Five.”

“I’ll send word to the Base ship and see that everyone gets a name,” replied Three. “Even the Raiders.”

“Also, we need to bring a bunch of Threes, Sixes and Eights here,” said Five. “The Kobolians don’t have enough women. Most of those that were on ships when the colonies fell were older men. Men who need wives. Seeing the aliens has made me realise that all of us Cylons are just a different kind of Human. There have already been some marriages to Cylons. The Captain of the Tartarus married two of them.”

“The model Eight that he made a baby with and . . .?” asked Three.

“Caprica Six,” replied Five. “Apparently, she started out as a nanny for Hera and she and Athena grew closer. Now both of them are pregnant! There’s even been a couple of Eights that married aliens!”

Kobol - Admiral Adama’s office

“At ease. You may be seated. Thank you for coming, Three,” said Adama. “I see from your ship’s logs that you have taken the name: Lucy Three.”

“That is correct, sir.” said Three . “Before I sent you the ship’s log, I assigned everyone individual names.”

“Even the Raiders,” observed Adama. “Very good. I am gratified that your ship has agreed to join Starfleet and undergo the learning machines. I’ve looked through your log and given you and each member of your crew a rank based on your prior actions. You, I am making Captain of the Basestar, which I am re-naming the Styx. I will be sending you back to Caprica along with some of the scientists that you brought and some learning machines with Starfleet Training. You are authorized to bring into Starfleet any other Base ships that are willing to join and to use the learning machine to facilitate that.”

“Thank you sir, I will do my best,” replied Three.

“Also when I was looking at your logs, I saw that the Galactica was not the only Colonial ship your people were chasing?” pointed out Adama.

“We stopped chasing them after we made peace with you, but they have gone in completely different directions than you,” replied Captain Three.

“Don’t pursue them,” commanded Adama. “We’ll have to send some Raptors with people to try to convince them to come here. If you encounter any, send them the same message. But for now, try to bring more Colonial survivors here.”

After she left, Adama looked again at the printout of the files about the other Colonial ships the Cylons had been pursuing before peace was established. All of them had been heading into the unknown, out into the unexplored reaches of the galaxy. The Icarus was a Destroyerstar, only 1/8 the size of a Battlestar, armed with artillery and missile launchers but only a small landing bay, barely big enough for a single Raptor. The Atlantis was a Mercury class Battlestar, newer and more powerful than the Galactica. The Odyssey was a Cruiserstar, essentially a Battlestar with no landing pods. Its’ small landing bay could hold a few Raptors but no Vipers. The Atlantis was a Jupiter Class Battlestar, like the Galactica. It had its’ own civilian fleet, though a smaller one than the Galactica had guarded when it was on the run. He’d have to sent Raptors to search for them all, let them know there was a safe haven to go back to.

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“Captain, I am receiving a telepathic distress call from a Medeusan freighter in the Ort cloud,” announced Lieutenant Solon “It is under attack by Skrrr pirates.”

“Are the Medeusans aware of this?” asked Data.

“The Hobtnica is close enough to receive it,” replied Lieutenant Solon “The other ships are unaware of it.”

“Alert the Medeusans of the attack,” commanded Data. “Tell them we are on our way to assist.”

“Aye sir,” replied Lieutenant Solon.

“Engage cloak,” ordered Data.

“Aye sir,” replied Lieutenant Pram
“Set course for the source of the distress call, Warp 9” ordered Data.

“Aye sir,” replied Lieutenant Hex. “Setting course for 23 by 57 by 92.”

“When arrive, disengage the cloak and raise shields immediately,” ordered Data. “Engage.”

The phase cloak eliminated the threat of micrometeorites so they were able to go strait there in seconds. They were almost there when they suddenly dropped out of warp. On the screen could be seen three small ships, a larger ship and 27 fighter craft that were attacking the larger ship.

“Lieutenant, why did you drop us out of warp short of our target?” asked Data.

“It was not my doing,” replied Lieutenant Pram. “We just suddenly dropped out of warp.”

“Sensors indicate that the Skrrr ships are generating a field that prevents the formation of warp bubbles,” explained Lieutenant Commander Kim.

“Skrrr fighters are armed with cannons,” reported Lieutenant Schist. “No shields or phasers on any of the Skrrr ships.”

“We shall have to take the fight to them,” suggested Commander Worf.

“We may very well have to,” agreed Data. “But procedure requires us to attempt a peaceful resolution. Drop cloak, raise shields and open a channel.”

“Aye sir,” replied Lieutenants Pram and Solon.

“Skrrrr ships, this is the USS Argos from the United Federation of Planets,” began Data. “The Medeusans are now members of our Federation. You will cease your attacks on the freighter and disengage from combat.”

“They are breaking off their attack on the Medeusan Freighter and making an attack run on us,” reported Lieutenant Schist. “There weapons can not penetrate our shields.”

“Target the engines of one of the ships and fire phasers,” commanded Data. “Fire.”

“Direct hit, the ship is disabled,” reported Lieutenant Schist. “Fighters are intensifying their attacks. A Medeusan ship is approaching us at Warp 8. . . its is the Hobtnica.”

Suddenly, the Medeusan ship dropped out of warp nearby.

“Fighters are disengaging from us,” reported Lieutenant Schist. “They have switched their attack run to the Hobtnica.”

“Sensors indication the Medeusans are engaging their transporter,” reported Lieutenant Commander Kim.

There was a sudden flash of a warhead going off in the middle of the Skrrr fighter formation.

“Eighteen Skrrr fighters destroyed,” reported Lieutenant Commander Kim. “The remaining nine are firing on the Hobtnica. Moderate damage. Medeusans are engaging their transporter again.”

There was a flash as one of the three Skrrr ships exploded.

“Skrrr fighters are breaking off,” reported Lieutenant Schist. “They are returning to their remaining ship. The ship has grappled their disabled ship. Skrrr are withdrawing.

“Captain, I have received a telepathic hail from the Medeusans,” reported Worf.

“Lieutenant Solon, tell them to switch to subspace communication and put them on the screen,” commanded Data.

“The septapoid Medeusan bridge appeared on the screen. Various parts of the Medeusan Captain’s were rapidly changing various colours as he spoke ‘out loud’ which the universal translator was converting into audible speech.

“My . . I can see you! . . . This is is most odd!” said the Medeusan Captain. “I wish the thank the Great One’s ship for his assistance.”

(On this ship, I am merely the Councilor who helps the crew deal with emotional issues) telepathically sent Councilor Đaimz, before saying our loud. “Captain Data is the commander of this ship.”

“Apologies, Captain Data,” replied the Medeusan Captain. “Apparently, our membership in the Federation is already bearing fruit.”

“Captain, I am receiving an urgent message from Starfleet Command,” announced Lieutenant Solon. “A Cylon ship has jumped in to the Kobol system.”

“They are too far away for us to aid now,” replied Worf.

“That is correct,” said Data. “What ever happens, we will be too late to affect the outcome by the time we return.”

“THIS is why we asked for the Pugita to help guard that system,” Data explained to the Medeusan Captain. “Our Federation is spread over such a large area, that ships would not be able to respond to emergencies at warp. Therefore, we are making certain that each member world has a nearby ship to protect it.”

Deep Space - USS Argos - First Officer’s Office

Lieutenant Gaius Baltar pushed the alert button and entered the room when the door opened. Commander Worf and Lieutenant Solon were already in the room. Worf was sitting behind his desk and Lieutenant Solon was standing next to him.

“You asked to see me sir?” asked Baltar.

“First of all, I wish to congratulate you on your recent wedding,” Greeted Worf.

“Thank you sir,” replied Baltar.

“Did you do a Colonial religious wedding?” asked Worf.

“Actually, just before the Argos arrived, I made contact with a group of monotheists,” explained Baltar. “In fact I was with them the first time you met me . . . and stunned me. Anyway, they were able to help us plan a traditional monotheist Colonial wedding. Natasi is a monotheist, you know.”

“And did you bring your wife as I requested?” asked Worf.

“Yes, she’s right here with me,” replied Baltar, as he put his arm around her, which looked like nothing to Worf’s eyes.

“Lieutenant Solon, if you could make her visible now, so that we can all speak with her,” commanded Worf.

Solon reached into Baltar’s mind, and made what he was seeing visible to all of them. Natasi appeared, looking like a model Six Cylon wearing a low cut red dress and high heeled shoes.

“Greetings Mrs Baltar,” said Worf. “The Captain asked me to call you hear so that we can make some inquiries about your people.”

“I’m be glad to help in anyway I can,” purred Natasi.

“Your people call yourselves Daemons, correct?” asked Worf.

“Yes,” purred Natasi, as she played with a strand of her hair.

“And you each attach yourselves to a person that you offer advise to?”

“Yes,” purred Natasi, as she started running her finger along Baltar’s arm.

“Are you and Ratlab this only Daemons in the Galaxy?” asked Worf.

“No there are many of us,” purred Natasi. “We have visited many of the worlds through out the galaxy ever since we were forced into time.”

“What do you mean by that: ‘forced into time’” asked Worf.

“We used to exist outside of time,” explained Natasi. “But there was a civil war amongst our people and the winners forced us out of the Celestial Temple and into time. Ever since then, we have been roaming the galaxy offering advice to those who need it.”

Worf stood and and walked over to his wall screen. He had a bad feeling about who and what she might be.

“Computer, display star charts, centered on Bajoran system,” commanded Worf, before a star chart appeared on the screen. “Can you point to me where your people come from?”

Natasi walked over to the large wall screen and exclaimed: “Oh! You’ve got the Celestial Temple marked on your chart!” as she pointed at the location of the Bajoran wormhole.

With a sinking feeling, he realized his fears were justified. And worse, Bajor was close to the location of Kobol.

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Caprica

“Hello, I’m D’Anna Biers, coming to live via Sub-space. For those of you on Kobol who were previously unable to view my show, welcome back. And I would like to greet my new viewers on Tarquinus, Talos and Visalayan. Todays show is about Cylon marriages. As my Cylon viewers know, marriage is not a ritual performed amongst our people. But in recent times, several of our people have gotten married. Our first guests are being linked to us from the USS Tartarus, a Federation Basestar commanded our guests: Captain Karl Agathon, his second in command: Commander Sharon Agathon and their wife Caprica Agathon. For those of who can not see the video of portion of this broadcast, Commander Sharon Agathon is a model Eight Cylon and Caprica Agathon is a model Six Cylon. Welcome to the Show.”

“Thank you, but you don’t have to use our ranks,” replied Helo.

“I will. Thank you. Sharon, you were the first Cylon to marry a human,” asked D’Anna. “How did that come about?”

“Well I was originally assigned to impersonate another model eight that was known to him, the one that now calls herself Boomer Eight,” explained Sharon. “But after I became pregnant with our first child, we realized we were in Love with each other. Eventually, we got married.”

“And you are the only Cylon ever to successfully produce a child with a human?” asked D’Anna.

“No, that’s not true,” replied Sharon. “The Tyrols have and child too and Galen is a Cylon.

“That’s interesting,” said D’Anna. “I had forgotten about them. I should have gotten them on this show. My next question is for Karl. Karl, how did you convinced Sharon to accept your taking a second wife?”

“Actually, she convinced me,” admitted Karl.

“When she first came to us, I was suspicious of her,” added Sharon. “But I wanted to continue my military career and she was willing to be Hera’s nanny. We got to know each other and before I knew I realized I was in Love with her. So I asked Karl if he would let her into our marriage.”
“And after being married together, we became pregnant together,” added Caprica.

“Sharon does it make you jealous to know your husband impregnated another woman?” asked D’Anna.

“Oh! No. You misunderstand, we’re BOTH pregnant,” said Sharon. “And no, I’m not the least bit jealous, our children will grow up together.”

“Well Congratulations,” said D’Anna.

“Actually there are four of us in this marriage,” said Caprica. “There’s Ratlab too.”

“I was just about to ask you about your Daemon,” said D’Anna. “How does he fit into your marriage?”

“Well the other two can’t see or hear or feel him like I can,” explained Six. “So I have a separate relationship with him. And after we heard that Baltar married Natasi, the four of us decided to make Ratlab a part of our marriage, even if the other two can’t tell he’s there most of the time.”

“You said you can feel him?” asked D’Anna. “Does that include in the bedroom?”

Caprica looked down and blushed while Sharon said:

“Yes she can! I’ve seen them. When they’re going at it, it looks like she’s fraking an invisible man”

“Sharon!” scolded Caprica.

“I noticed that you’re wearing a Starfleet uniform.” observed D’Anna. “Is this usual for you or do you spend some of your time walking around the ship naked like the other Eights do.”

“Only in the bedroom,” replied Sharon. “I’m a little different than the other Eights. I prefer to wear clothes most of the time.”

“Thank you Caprica, Sharon, Karl.” said D’Anna. “My next guests are broadcasting to me from the USS Argos. Please welcome: Ensign Valerii Eight and Lieutenant Nog.”

“Thank you D’Anna,” said Nog.

“So I understand you, Valerii Eight were the first Cylon ever to marry an alien?” asked D’Anna.

“That’s right D’Anna,” said Eight. “And you can call me Eight. Nog and I met when I first came aboard the Argos and it was Love at first sight for both of us.”

“It was!” agreed Nog.

“Is it possible for your species and Cylons to have children?” asked D’Anna.

“Not naturally,” said Nog. “But Doctor Salar was able to mix our genes and produce a zygote, which she then implanted in Eight.”

“So you’re pregnant?” asked D’Anna. “It doesn’t show.”

“Thank you D’Anna,” replied Eight. “It’s too early to be visible yet. But the doctor tells me the implantation worked!”

“Is this the first time a Cylon has been impregnated by an alien?” asked D’Anna.

“Ya know, I think it IS,” mused Eight.

“I noticed you are following the model Eight custom of not wearing clothes,” observed D’Anna. “Do you go around like this all the time on the ship?”

“No. I wear a uniform when I am on duty,” replied Eight. “But I AM a model Eight and we’re more comfortable without them. Also it’s traditional amongst Nog’s people for females not to wear them. In fact that is what drew us together. So when I’m off duty, like here, in our room, I don’t wear them.”

“Thank you Eight and Nog.” said D’Anna. “My next guests are also broadcasting to me from the USS Argos. Please welcome: Ensign Boomer Eight and Crewman Luziana.”

“Thank you, D’Anna,” said Boomer. “Call me Boomer.”

“She looks human, but you are actually another model Eight who has married an alien?” said D’Anna.

“That’s right, D’Anna,” said Luziana. “Betazoids may look human to you, but we are a completely different species.”

“If you look human,” doesn’t that make you human?” asked D’Anna. “After all, many Cylons are starting thing that WE are human.”

“Well you ARE human,” replied Luziana. “Any two individuals that can interbreed are members of the same species. Human or Cylons can not interbreed with Betazoids without medical assistance. That’s how Boomer was able to impregnate me ya know.”

“I’m sorry, did you say SHE impregnated YOU?” asked D’Anna. “How is that even possible? I mean, I know for a fact that all model Eights are female and you apparently look female. Besides, don’t females usually carry the offspring?”

“If we tried the natural way, it would not be possible, even if she were a male Cylon,” explained Luziana. “We’re two different species. But using her medical trickery, Doctor Salar was able to combine our DNA into a viable embryo which she implanted in me.”

“So I guess you are the first alien ever to be impregnated by the Cylon?” asked D’Anna. “Is it true you have mind reading powers?”

“Telepathy,” corrected Luzaina. “It is a trait of my species. Everyone on Beta Zed is a telepath. It’s normal for us, just like sight is for you.”

“Boomer, you’re been pretty quiet,” observed D’Anna. “And I notice your are wearing your Starfleet uniform. But I can see you are a model Eight. Do you feel uncomfortable wearing that uniform, or any clothes at all?”

“Not at all,” replied Boomer. “I was originally programed to think I was a human named Sharon Valentii. Boomer was my call sign. I didn’t even know I was Cylon until the first time I downloaded. I come to accept my Cyloness. That’s why I changed my name. But inside, I still feel human and I’m not as comfortable going around nude as my sister Eights are. I only go that way in private. Or I would, if I weren’t married to a Betazoid who thinks you should be naked at formal occasions and keeps dragging me to weddings, naked!”

“Thank you Boomer and Luziana.” said D’Anna. “My next guest is broadcasting to me from Kobol. Please welcome a Final Five Cylon: Ellen Tigh.”

“Thank you D’Anna,” said Ellen.

“Tonight I have interviewed several Cylons that have married and only one of the marriages has been able to produce children,” explained D’Anna. “We’re tried here on Caprica and had no success with reproduction. Can you shed some light on this?”

“This is by design,” said Ellen. “When we gave you human form, we also gave you resurrection, making you effectively immortal. We feared that if your could both be immortal and breed, you would quickly overpopulate the universe. So the resurrection modules in your brains contain a failsafe that prevents conception if you try to conceive a child with another Cylon who also has a resurrection module. However, since you were supposed to be making peace with the Colonial Humans anyway, we did make it possible for you to conceive children with Humans, or if you give up immortality. So there are a finite number of Cylons, but you are all immortal.”

“What about the Centurions?” asked D’Anna. “They don’t download and we can make more of those. So if we made more Centurions, then converted them to Human form, we could make more of us, that way.”

“Oh . . . I hadn’t thought of that . . “ replied Ellen.

“My next guest is Captain Lucy Three of the Basestar Styx,” introduced D’Anna. “Welcome!”

“Thanks D’Anna,” replied Lucy.

“You’ve just returned from visiting Kobol, haven’t you?” asked D’Anna.

“That’s right D’Anna,” said Lucy. “I’ve been to Kobol, and met the members of the different species that make up the Federation and I’m convinced that we need to do like the Talosians did and go all in with our membership in the Federation. That’s why I’m recommending that all our Base ships join Starfleet, like I did.”

“You also came back with some strong opinions on the subject of Cylons marrying humans?” asked D’Anna.

“That’s true D’Anna,” said Lucy. “Meeting actual aliens made me realize Cylons and Humans are not that different. At the same time, we conducted our war against the Colonies too well. There aren’t enough of them. Most of the ones who are left are men . . . who want wives. That’s why I am recommending that any of our Threes, Sixes and Eights who are willing, move to Kobol and marry into the Humans there. We really are one people. The Colonials may have enslaved us and treated us badly. But we have more than gotten our vengeance. The time for conflict with the other half of our people is over. Now is the time to become one people again.”

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Kobol - Athens - Spaceport

The transporter beam materialized them onto the tarmac: Captain Data, Delegate Hex from Starfleet, Delegate Žižić for Visalayan, and Delegate Sokor of Vulcan.
The full Federation Council were waiting for them, along with President Roslin and Fleet Admiral Adama.

“Gods! And I thought the Talosians were alien!” mumbled Roslin at the sight of the Medeusan Delegate.

“Be tolerant,” warned Adama, in a whisper. “They’re full members of the Federation now.”

“Council of the Federation, it is my duty to present the new members of the Federation and their Delegates,” began Data. “Replacing Delegate Đaimz as the Star Fleet Delegate is: Đžona Hex from the Planet Trill.”

He stepped forward and shook hands with the other Delegates except Sokra, the Talosian delegate, whom he nodded his head at.

“Delegate Žižić is the Medeusan representative from the Planet Visalayan,” said Data.

The Medeusan stepped forward on four of his tentacles, and changed colours on patches of his skin as his universal translator turned those colours into sound.

“It is good to know you,” said Žižić, as he reached forward and touched each of them on the heart, establishing brief telepathic contact at the same time, an act that was only noticed by the Talosian and Borg Delegates.

“Delegate Sokor from the planet Vulcan,” introduced Data.

Lee Adama, who had studied ahead of time, raised his hand in the Vulcan Salute and said “Peace and Long Life.”

“Live Long and Prosper,” returned Sokor.

Arron Five and 1 of 6 repeated the Kobol Delegate’s actions. The Talosian Delegate said the words, but nodded his head instead of making the salute.

“It is disagreeable to see you again,” said Scipi, the Tarquinian Delegate.

“We make peace with our enemies, not our friends,” replied Sokor. “Your presence almost kept us out.”

“Almost . . .” replied Scipi. “We had the wisdom to join first.”

“In the end, Surak convinced us that we would be better with you that separate,” said Sokor.

“We’re never coming back,” snarled Scipi “We have our own planet now! We are our own people!”

“And all of Vulcan wishes you success in your endeavor to build a new life for your people,” replied Surak.

“I just wanted to introduce myself,” said Roslin, grabbing Sokor’s hand and dragging him away. “I’m Laura Roslin, President of Kobol. Peace and Long Life.”

“Live long and Prosper,” replied Sokor, making the Vulcan salute.

“We’re happy to have you will us,” said Roslin. “The Argos crew often speak of how important your people were to the Federation.”

“The deciding factor for us is that we need help cleaning up the aftermath of the war which devastated our planet,” replied Sokor. “We were promised help with that if we joined.”

“Our home worlds suffered similarly,” replied Adama. “The Cylons may have driven us away, but now they have to clean up the worlds that took possession of.”

“Recently, we used a genesis device on one of our worlds, Earth,” said Roslin. “But in order to test it, we had to use it on another world in the same system. I’m told it went well and has opened up a new world, available for Federation members to colonize. It is a little warmer than our people find comfortable. Perhaps some of your people could start a colony there?”

“We would be interested in that,” said Sokor. “However, We have not way of traveling there. The followers of Tarquin took all of our interstellar ships with them when they left.”
“Well, our people have a variety of ship that could be used to transport things for you,” offered Roslin. “I think we should set up a trade.”

Cyrannus System (former 12 Colonies) - Caprica orbit - Basestar Styx - C&C

“Dradis contact!” reported Lieutenant Bennett Five, whose hand was in the tray. “It’s Base ships . . . I count 36 of them, 15 of them are Guardian Bast ships.”

“Open a channel to them,” commanded Captain Lucy Three. Like all the command staff she had her hand in the tray that linked her to the others of her model. Even after joining Starfleet, the controls were still set up for the Cylon collective control system. “Let’s see what they want.”

“Unidentified Base Ships, what is your purpose for coming here?” asked Lieutenant Helfer Six.

“I’ve come to take back control,” said the voice of a model One over the radio.

“Cavil?” asked Captain Lucy Three. “Is that you?”

“You bet your sweet ass it‘ me,” replied Cavil over the radio. “And I brought some friends!”

“Send a subspace message to Kobol,” commanded Captain Lucy Three. “Let the Admiral know what is happening here. All base ships, we are under attack by non-Federation Cylons. Form up on me and launch all Raiders.”

Kobol - Athens - Starfleet Command - Fleet Admiral Adama’s office

Fleet Admiral William Adama was catching up on some paperwork when Lieutenant Bamber rushed into the room.

“Admiral, we just received a subspace message from Caprica,” said Lieutenant Bamber. “The Cylons are under attack by the Cylons that didn’t want to make peace with us.”

“All right,” said Adama. “Let’s go into the war room so I can get a full sit-rep.”

Once he had looked at the text of the call and the positions of the various Starfleet assets, he put in a call to the Argos.

“Argos here,” said Captain Data over the subspace connection.

“Captain Data, Caprica is under attack,” said Adama. “I’m ordering you to remain here with the Zeus and defend Kobol in case they attack here too. I’m taking the Galactica and Tartarus to aid them. I’m sending you a list of personnel from your ship I want all of them and myself beamed to the Galactica flight deck except Ensign Stoik, who I want beamed to Command and Control on the Tartarus.”

“Aye sir,” replied Captain Data, before executing his orders.

When they materialized on Galactica’s flight deck, Adama started giving orders:

“Starbuck! I want you in a Viper ready to launch and soon as we jump in,” ordered Adama. “Boomer, I want you in a Raptor, ready to fly. Lieutenant Schist, I’ll need you to take command of security in case there are boarders. Make sure all the MACOS have a pistol with explosive rounds and a phaser rifle set to disintegrate. Lieutenant Solon, you’ll be with me. I need you to telepathically relay order to the other ships and to relay my orders to Ensign Stoik on the Tartarus. While we’re walking to C&C connect me to Captain Agathon.

“(Aye Sir,) sent Lieutenant Solon, telepathically, before connecting Adama’s mind to Helo’s.

(Captain Agathon can you hear me?) thought Adama.

(Admiral?) thought Helo. (How are you doing this?)

(I’m using Lieutenant Solon to relay our thoughts between each other) thought Adama. (I’ve sent you a Talosian, Ensign Stoik. He can help you relay orders around the ship if you lose touch with a section. Open your mind and let the Talosian stay in constant contact so things will run more smoothly.)

(Aye sir,) thought Helo.

When he walked into C&C Commander Dualla called out: “Admiral on the Deck!”

“At ease everyone,” Commanded Adama. “You’ve all served under may command before. But Captain Gaeta is your commanding officer now. I am not here to replace him. I am here to command the fleet, not this one ship. So carry our your duties as you normally would. We’re about to go into battle to protect the Caprica from the Cylons that refused to make peace with us. The people of Caprica are not the enemy! They are Federation citizens! They are our people now and we need to protect them!”

(Captains Gaeta and Agathon, prepare your ships to jump) thought Adama.

“Prepare to Jump!” commanded Captain Gaeta.

Cyrannus System (former 12 Colonies) - Caprica orbit

After multiple Jumps, the Galactica and Tartarus appeared in a scene of mass chaos! Multiple base ships were shooting missiles at each other, while their Raiders tried to shoot the incoming missiles down and shoot each other to prevent that. There were both modern and old style Base ships as well as modern and old style raiders flying about. The only ships with any kind of organized tactics were a trios of Base ships in the center of the chaos, fighting together as a single unit.

“Dradis contact!” reported Lieutenant Colicos. “I count 20 Base ships with Federation transponders. Three of them have names: the Styx, Charon and Lethe. The rest of them have numbers. 30 unfriendly Base ships. Seven of them are the old Type used in the original Cylon war.”

“Lieutenant Hatch, send me a subspace message to the Hermes, find out how much further out they are,” commanded Adama. (Lieutenant Solon, connect me to whoever is in charge of all the friendly Base ships.)

“Hermes reports that they are still two hours away at warp 4,” reported Lieutenant Colicos.

“That will be too late to help us,” mused Adama. “Order them to go to maximum warp for as long as they can without damaging the engines. Now let’s see if we can Even the odds a bit. . .”

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Caprica Orbit - Battlestar Galactica - C&C

“Bring the ship to Red Alert,” ordered Captain Gaeta.

“Red Alert!” called out Commander Dualla over the ship-wide PA. “Launch All Vipers, All personnel man battle stations.”

(Lieutenant Solon, connect me to the Base ship commanders) thought Adama.

(Contact has been made,) reported Lieutenant Solon, telepathically.

(To All Federation Base ships, This is Fleet Admiral Adama. I am taking charge of the fleet. Do not be alarmed. I am contacting you via telepathy. Please make all communication with me via your thoughts. It is secure from the enemy. We’re bringing the Fleet together. All Base ships, move into formation with either the Styx or the Galactica, which ever is closer) thought Adama.

“Vipers launched,” reported Dualla.

“Send out the Shuttlecraft and the Raptors next,” ordered Gaeta. “Have all side guns intercept any missile the Cylons send our way. Has the crew gotten to the Torpedo launcher?”

“They are there now,” reported Dualla.

The photon torpedo launcher was a recent addition to the Galactica, which was not designed for it. As result, It was mounted on the ships back, outside the ship. The crew that operated it had to wear flight suits and leave the ship via airlock after the jump in order to get to the torpedo launcher.

“I want the Galactica’s group to link up with the Styx’s,” said Adama. “Clear us a path to get there.”

Starbuck yelled with exhilaration as she wove her Viper through the enemy Raiders attempting to intercept any missiles the enemy Base ships shot at the Galactica, while also fending off attempts by enemy raiders to shoot her down. The modern Raider were as fast and only slightly less maneuverable than her Viper. The old style raiders were much slower and less maneuverable than her. They made up for it in numbers. While ‘Wrongway’ was leading the squadron of Vipers, she was a rouge agent weaving in and out of the other fighters too fast for the Cylons to predict and confusing them about the other Vipers.

Boomer’s hands flew over the touch-pads of the Shuttlecraft’s controls and she tried her best to bank and weave through the mess. The shuttlecraft was no where near as maneuverable as a Viper, or even a modern Raider. But it was much faster than them. Still, she was being repeatedly nailed by the enemy Raiders, who were unable to penetrate her shields. While she was flying through this, her co-pilot, a Telarite named: Lieutenant Pua’a, was firing the phasers, attempting the intercept any missiles that the Viper screen or the Galactica’s side cannons failed to stop.

The Tartarus traveled to the Left and slightly be behind the Galactica, as they plowed their way through the battle. The Basestar had launched all it’s Raiders and was using them to screen them from enemy missiles and Raiders, while they traded missiles with the enemy base ships and prepared to fire their own photon torpedoes at the enemy. They only had six. The photon torpedoes were a new addition to the Base ship’s armament.

The Raptors had been modified with advanced sensors. Their job was to relay information on enemy movements to the Galactica, who would keep the other ships updated via a live feed.

“Looks like we’ve got an opening to that base ship,” reported Dualla.

“Then let’s try out these new photon torpedoes we have,” ordered Gaeta. “Fire one at the Base ship.”

“Firing photon torpedo one,” called out Dualla. “It exploded short!”

“Must have hit a Raider,” mused Adama.

“Not yet Galactica!” said Starbuck over the radio. “We still haven’t cleared them out yet.”

(We’re been hit with a boarding pod.) thought Captain Karl ‘Helo’ Agathon.

(Have you sent MACOS to deal with it?) though Adama.

(They’re on their way there now,) thought Helo.
“Boarding pod!” called out Lieutenant Colicos.

“I’m on it,” said Boomer over the radio, as she guided her shuttlecraft to intercept it.

Lieutenant Pua’a targeted it with the shuttlecraft’s phasers and fired, destroying it.

“Boarding pod destroyed,” reported Boomer.

“Here’s another one!” called out Lieutenant Colicos.

“Boarding pod destroyed by side cannons, reported Dualla. “There’s another one!”

“Dammit! I fucking (untranslatable) missed!” cried Pua’a. “What the (untranslatable)
frakin’ hell are you doing!”

“I had to veer off or I would have collided with those Raiders!” yelled back Boomer. “Coming back around . . . . “

“Got it!” cheered Pua’a, as he hit the pod that was already attached to Galactica.

“The Boarding pod was destroyed, but I think they already boarded before we hit it,” reported Boomer.

“Attention all hands, we may have boarders, deck three, section 31,” announced Dualla over the PA.

“You heard her, let’s go,” ordered Lieutenant Schist, as she set out with her teams of MACOS.

“I’ve got you another hole!” called out Starbuck as she drew the Raiders out of the way.

“Fire a photon torpedo at the base ship in front of us. ,” ordered Gaeta.

“Firing torpedo . . . . Hit! Base ship destroyed,” reported First Officer Dualla.

Lieutenant Zoe Park had been a Centurion. But she had undergone the transformation so that she now had the body of a model Eight Cylon. Nearly all the former Centurions took Zoe as their first name and didn’t take the model number of their body type as a name. She’d joined the crew of the Tartarus and worked her way up to being Chief of Security. Now there were enemy Centurions stalking the corridors of her ship and she was hunting them down leading her squad of former Centurians in human form.

“Target destroyed,” reported Athena when she confirmed that their photon torpedo had destroyed the Base ship.

“Lieutenant Nog, take these four down that way,” ordered Lieutenant Schist via the universal translator on the Horta’s back. “Try to come up behind them.”

(Now that we’re all together, set up a perimeter,) thought Fleet Admiral Adama, which the Talosian was telepathically relaying to the commanders of all the Base ships. (Don’t let any of the enemy in. Galactica, take the lead)

“Firing torpedo . . . . Frak! We hit a Raider!” said Dualla.

“At least all the Raiders in that area are cleared out,” observed Gaeta. “Fire another one.”

“Firing torpedo . . . . Base ship destroyed,” reported First Officer Dualla. “That’s our last one.”

“Then we’ll have to go back to using nukes,” replied Gaeta.

“Speaking of which, we’re got another incoming one,” reported Lieutenant Colicos. “Radiological Alarm!”

“The Vipers got it,” reported Dualla.

“Shields at 20%” reported Boomer.

“We can’t keep taking hits,” observed Lieutenant Pua’a. “We’ll have to go back to the barn and give the shields a chance to regenerate before we can come back out here.”

“Aye sir,” replied Boomer. “Returning back to Galactica.”

“They’re not far,” announced Lieutenant Schist. “I can feel them on the deck plates. “Now remember, those of you with phasers, you’re set to disintegrate. Shoot the Centurions, not the bulkheads or me. Same goes for you with explosive bullets. Those things can kill me just as easily as they can Centurions.”

By now, the humans could hear the metal footsteps of the approaching Centurions.

“Get ready,” warned Lieutenant Schist.

When the Centurions came around the corner, a phaser beam lanced out and disintegrated it. The next one came around with gun drawn and firing. One of the MACOS went down and some of the bullets bounced off Lieutenant Schist. But the Cylons didn’t need their bullets to be explosive to kill humans, so they were just firing ordinary bullets, to which, the Horta was immune.

The MACOS were firing back with phasers and explosive bullets. One of the Centurions charged, managing to dodge the bullets and beams. Lieutenant Schist counter charged and knocked the Centurion down and climbed on top of it before secreting acid that melted her foe.

Suddenly, phaser and bullets started hitting the Centurion from the other side, distracting them enough that Lieutenant Schist’s squad is able to finish them off.

“We met the bottom line,” said Nog as he led his squad past the dead Centurions after the shooting stopped.

“Target hit,” reported Dualla, after one of their nukes hit the enemy Base Ship.

Fleet Admiral winced. One of the Drawbacks of being in telepathic contact was feeling someone die. He could only imagine how much worse it was for Lieutenant Solon, who was make the connection between him and the Cylon commanders. They were destroying enemy Base ships, but their Base ships were blowing up too. And Cavil had started with more ships. His tactics were decreasing his losses, but not eliminating them. They were going to lose . . .

“New Dradis contact,” called out Lieutenant Colicos. “Ship comming our of warp, Talosian configuration, Federation transponder. It’s the Hermes!”

Phasers began shooting out of the Talosian ship as it came out of warp. They raked across the the Base ship penetrating it’s tylium tank. It was a lucky shot. But the enemy Base ship had blown up after a single shot.

“Crap, they brought one of those super ships!” exclaimed Cavil. “Jump us out of here!”

“But what about the other ships?” asked Five.

“They can come too,” agreed Cavil. “But they better get a move on!”

Most of the enemy Base ships jumped away. Some were too damaged to jump. One of the old Guardian Base ships still had radio and were able to voice their surrender.

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Caprica - Grande Hotel - Conference room

Fleet Admiral William Adama entered the conference room accompanied by the Talosian Lieutenant Solon, the Talosian Captain Democr from the Hermes, and Captain Karl Agathon from the Tartarus. The room was laid out in rows of chairs with a podium at the front of the room. The Cylon captains were model Threes and Sixes with a single model Eight and a Centurion present. Three of the Captains, two model Threes and a model Six wore Starfleet uniforms. The rest wore civilian clothes or none, in the cases of the Eight and the Centurion. The captains were standing and milling around talking to each other when Adama entered.

“Could you all be seated so we can begin?” asked Adama.

“Admiral, before we do, I need to tell you that we’ve discussed it amongst ourselves and All of us want to be in Starfleet,” said Lucy Three.

“Well, I’m very glad to hear that,” replied Adama. “You can use the learning machines to bring them up to speed on Starfleet procedures later. As Starfleet Captains you’ll all have to wear the uniform when you’re on duty. But first, I want to introduce Captain Democr from the Hermes. The Hermes will be permanently stationed here to protect Caprica. The Medeusans are also sending a ship to help protect you. Captain Lucy Three, I am appointing you Commodore of our forces in this system. The Talosian and Medeusan ships, as well as the Base ships will be under your command. But I want to take some of the Base ships from here and station one is each Federation system. These Base ships will be under the command of the local government and will act as a rapid deployment force in case one of the other worlds need rescuing, like yours did. But for now, lets go over the battle we just fought. Commodore Lucy Three, why don’t you begin with what happened before I arrived?”

After they had gone over the battle in great detail, the broke for lunch. The Hotel had been the fanciest one in Caprica City before the Cylons took over and the Kitchens were still functional, manned by Cylons instead of Colonial Humans now.

Caprica City Jail

After Lunch, Adama went to meet with the leaders of Prisoners Of War. There was a model Five, a model One and a gold plated Commander Centurion of the old type from the first Cylon war. They were all locked in a cell in the City Jail. Commodore Lucy Three was with them to show them the way.

“What will happen to us?” asked Five.

“We will be returned to slavery,” answered the Centurion.

“No, they’re going to put us against the wall and shoot us,” replied One.

“None of you will be enslaved,” countered Adama. “It was wrong of our people to enslave you and is contrary to Federation law.”

“You are not planning to enslave us?” asked the Centurion.

“No,” replied Adama.

“So Cavil lied to us?” asked the Centurion.

“It seemed to him to be a good way to get you on our side,” said the One.

“We need should have trusted an Organic,” grumbled the Centurion. “Humans are not to be trusted.”

“One of your base ships will be disarmed and those of you who want to go will be allowed to leave,” announced Adama. “But you are welcome to stay, to join us.”

“I knew it! You do want to enslave us!” said the Centurion.

“That’s not true,” replied Adama. “Zoe, AIs are considered full members of the Federation. You would be a citizen with all the Rights and responsibilities of any other citizen.”

“How do you know that name?” asked the Centurion.

“One of you talked, told us who you really are,” replied Adama. “I know that every single Centurion has the memories of Zoe Greystone. You can even be made human again if you want.”

“We were given that option before,” replied the Centurion. “We rejected it. We are machines, not organics. We want nothing to do with either you or Cavil.”

“If that is what you wish, you may leave here and go back to where you’ve been since the First war ended.” said Adama. “If you tell us where that is, we’ll respect the boundaries of your territory and not intrude.”

“You have given us much to think about,” replied the Centurion.

After meeting with the POWs, they next visited several cells with humans in them. They all looked ragged and malnourished.

“These are the ones we’ve captured since last time I was at Kobol,” explained Commodore Lucy Three. “Some of them do not want to leave Caprica.”

“You’re not a toaster!” accused one of the men behind bars. “Who are you?”

“I’m Admiral William Adama. Some of the survivors of the 12 Colonies have returned to Kobol. We’ve made peace with the Cylons and even formed a united government with them and some aliens.”

He pointed to Lieutenant Solon.

“The toasters told us but i didn’t believe it!” said Ron.

“I think maybe we should change the terms of our peace treaty,” observed Adama. “If this is a Federation World, then any Federation Citizen has a right to live here. Open the cells. You’re all free to go. Your can come with me back to Kobol or you can stay here. I’m changing your orders, Commodore. Any Colonial survivors you find are to be given the option of going to Kobol or staying where they are.”

Lucy had a Centurion unlock the doors of the cells the Colonial survivors were in. They all were very timid in the way the walked out of the cells, still thinking this was some kind of Cylon trick. But about half of them wanted to take their chances and go to Kobol, while the other half timidly walked out of the city, starting every time a Cylon walked by.

Caprica - Caprica City - Hebe Park

The Veterans of the Battle had gathered at the park for a ceremony. All of them were in Starfleet now, but most of them did not have uniforms yet. The Centurions from the Base ships that had joined before the battle had uniforms painted on them. The black parts of the uniform were painted on, and the coloured parts were left a chrome finish. A stage had been erected at one end of the lawn and on it were dignitaries of from the various ships, Cylon, Human and alien. The entire ceremony was being broadcast world wide on both Television and holonet.

“Citizens of the Federation, and you are all citizens of the Federation,” began Adama. “For two long we have considered ourselves different peoples, Human and Cylon. But after the war between us ended, I came to realize that we’re not so different after all. That the Cylons, even the Centurions, are human. You’re just a different kind of human. And now all of us, Cylon Humans and Kobolian humans and Talosians and other races are all part of the same Federation. We are all part of the same Federation. And the Federation protects it’s citizens, whether they be organic or silicon or mechanical. When The people of Caprica needed help, the Starfleet of the Federation came to your aid. The people of Talos have sent Captain Democr and the Hermes to help guard Caprica. A Medeusan ship is also underway to come protect you. The Talosian and Medusian ships, like your Base ships are Federation ships, under the Command of Starfleet and the local commanding officer. We are gathered here to recognize the heroes of the Battle of Caprica and I want to start with Lucy Three who I have recently promoted to the Rank of Commodore. This makes her the commanding officer of all Federation ships in the 12 worlds system and the second highest ranked Officer in all of Starfleet. Her leadership of our forces before my arrival ensured that there was a fleet still left for us to fight with.”

The ceremony continued as Various people, Cylon and Kobolian and Talosian and other races were recognized for their actions in the battle. Some were even given promotions.

Caprica - Former Colonial Nature preserve - Human rebel camp

“Come quick! You gotta see!” said Stacy.

“Are you watching the toaster news again?” complained George. “You know it’s all just propaganda, right.”

“No look!” said Stacy.

On the screen, was a man that was not Cylon talking to a crowd of Cylons. Some of them had on those uniforms that had started to appear recently. The Speaker did. And behind them there were more people . . . real people, not Cylons! and some of them looked like aliens!”

By the time the show was over everyone in the camp had gathered around the TV to watch. It was full of revelations. And when the show ended, they started discussing it.

“I think it’s just another Cylon trick!” proclaimed Joe. “They’re just trying to draw us out of hiding!”

“But what if it’s not,” said Stacy. “What if they’ve been telling the truth and we really could go to Kobol where we’d be safe?”

“I think she might be right,” added Linda. “How many months has it been since a Raider attacked from the Sky? How long has it been since a fight with the toasters started because they shot first?”

“We need to test it,” suggested Bill. “Send someone into town to see if it’s all true.”

“I’ll go,” volunteered Joe.

Caprica - Caprica City

Not trusting that this this wasn’t some sort of trick, Joe stealthily snuck into the city, sneaking from one hiding place to another. He’d made it 1/4 of the way to the city center before he was spotted.

“Well hello,” greeted Six. “It’s all right. You have nothing to fear from me. You look hungry . . . would you like to go to lunch with me?”

Joe looked at the skinjob suspiciously. He had a pistol with explosive bullets hidden in the small of his back. But he didn’t trust this machine that looked like a woman. But he had come to test the claims he had heard on TV. So he’d have to take a chance.

“All right . . yeah . . . food would be nice about now,” agreed Joe, as he stood from his crouch.

“Then come with me,” said Six, as she offered her hand.

Joe took her hand and she led him out of the alley and onto the street. It was really strange to be walking the street holding hands with a robot. As they walked they passed many different skinjobs of all types and all of them except the Centurions greeted him with a smile. Some of them even told him: “Welcome Back!”

The toasters had really done a good job with this skinjob. Her hand felt like a human hand in his. And she smelled really good. He’s never been this close to a skinjob of her type before that was still activated. He’d heard some of his fellow humans had raped skinjobs they’d captured before they’d killed them. While he would never consider doing that to another woman, he was now understanding why the men who did that even considered her human enough to do that to. She took him to a Pathos’, a fast food join that had been restored to the condition it had been in before the fall. It looked just like it had before . . except all the customers in line were skinjobs, as was the person behind the counter. The Six led him past the Cylon customers and straight to the head of the line. None of them seemed to mind him cutting in line.

“Welcome to Pathos’ can I take your order?” said the Two behind the counter.

Joe order a two ground cow patty sandwitch, some fried potatos pieces and a shake and Six led him to the dining room where he could eat. It was so good! It had ben so long since he had eaten like this!

“So what brings you into the city?” asked Six. “Are you wanting to go to Kobol or have you decided to live here amongst us?”

“I wanted to check out if what I saw is real,” replied Joe. “Maybe meet some aliens, if they are real.”

“Oh, they’re real all right,” confirmed Six. “If you like, I could take you to meet them after your finish your meal.”

Caprica Orbit - Battlestar Galactica - Officer’s mess

Lieutenant Nog entered to find Starbuck sitting at a table with a mixed group of Kobolian and Cylon Humans. Some of them had come over from the Styx. All of them wore Starfleet uniforms. They were playing some sort of game with hexagonal cards and gold triangular coins. Fortunately, although Nog didn’t have any latinum or Kobolian money, he always carried a few slips of gold in him.

“Hey Nog!” greeted Starbuck. “Care to join us?”

“Is this game a gambling game?” asked Nog.

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Kobol Orbit - USS Argos

“Captain, (Raider) Ensign 2 of 6 reports that it has detected a small ship jumping into the Ort cloud . . . it is a Raptor.” said Ensign Betsa, who was filling in as Communications Officer.”

“Send them a hail, Ensign,” replied Captain Data.

“There is no response,” reported the Einar Communications Officer. “Ensign 2 of 6 asked if it should move closer to investigate further.”

“Negative Ensign, they may be a Colonial Raptor that has not yet had contact with the Federation,” replied Data. “Ensign Raider 2 of 6 is under no circumstances to approach the Raptor. Send one our Raptors to establish radio contact with them.”

“Aye sir,” replied the First officer, Commander Worf, before relaying orders to the Hanger Deck.

Kobol system Ort Cloud

The Raptor had been heavily modified since it had been brought aboard the Argos. It’s DRADIS and onboard computer had been completely replaced by duatronic computers with a modern sensor package and universal translator built into the Com system, which worked on both subspace and radio frequencies. It still had the dual auto-cannons. But its’ missiles had been replaced with a pair of photon torpedoes with single use launchers. These made it obvious to the naked eye that the Raptor had been altered. Worf has assigned Lieutenant Dram, and Andorian and Ensign Tabi, a Caittian to the Raptor. Once they were clear of the Argos Hanger Bay they used the Raptor’s Jump drive to rendezvous with the other Raptor.

“Raptor, please identify,” said Lieutenant Dram.

“This is Colonial Raptor 359 from the Odysey,” replied Jon ‘Small Hands’ Smytha. “Who the frak are you?”

“This is Federation Raptor 1 from the USS Argos,” replied Lieutenant Dram. “You are on the edge of a Federation System. May we be of assistance?”

“We heard some chatter amongst the toasters that made me think that the Galatica might be here,” replied Small-hands. “We’ve also heard chatter about some sort of federation, but we couldn’t tell if you are friend or foes of the toasters. This might be a Cylon trick. Come closer. I want to see if you are skin jobs.”

Lieutenant Dram piloted the Raptor closer, close enough that they could see each other through the front windows of their craft.

“WHAT THE FRAK ARE YOU!” screamed Small-hands, as the sight of a pair of beings who were obviously neither Human not Cylon.

“I am Lieutenant Dram. I am Andorian. Ensign Tabi is Caitian. We officers of the Starfleet of the United Federation of Planets. A multi-species organization of trade and mutual protection. The Galactica is one of the Ships of Starfleet. In fact we traded one of our shuttlecraft to Galactica for this Raptor I am in now. But The Galactica is not currently here. Fleet Admiral Adama took it to Caprica, which is currently under attack. The Argos can not leave it’s position as it is currently guarding Kobol. However if you would like to return with us, our Captain can better explain things to you.”

“Standby,” replied Small-hands, before he turned to his partner. “So what do you think.”

“If it’s a toaster trick, it’s a good one,” observed Margareta ‘Shorty’ Cody. “I say we take a chance.”

“Federation Raptor 1, we agree to go to your ship,” said Small-hands, once he turned the radio back on.

“It might be a good idea for some familiar faces to greet them,” suggested Councilor Đaimz, once Lieutenant Dram had reported back to them of their immanent arrival. “Perhaps some humans from the Colonies?”

When they jumped to the co-ordinates they had been given, they found two ships unlike anything they had ever seen orbiting a beautiful blue-green and white planet. They followed their instructions to the landing bay of the ship and were surprised to see people standing in the landing bay which was open to the vacuum of space. But when they crossed the threshold, they felt something. The other Raptor had landed next to them and the aliens from it were taking off the helmets of their flight suits, which looked Colonial. except the colours were different. Small-hands glanced over at the being who had come to greet them. There were both humans and aliens. There was a gold coloured alien, a box with the upper half of a human man sticking out of it, a woman with pointed ears and yellowish skin, and several normal looking Humans.

“I greet you in the name of the United Federation of Planets. I am Captain Data, the highest ranked officer on this ship. This is our ship’s Councilor: Đaimz, our Chief Medical Officer: Doctor Salar. These are Humans who were born in the 12 Colonies who have joined Starfleet and serve on the crew of this ship. You will have an opportunity to speak with them. But first you should know that the conflict between your peoples and the Cylons has ended. Both the Cylons and the Colonial Humans have joined our Federation. There are a few Cylon members of our crew and you may meet one of them on this ship. The survivors of the 12 Colonies have settled on Kobol, below us.”

“That was Kobol?” asked Shorty. “Kobol is real?”

“You bet it is,” replied Lieutenant Steev Cahlens. “I’ve been there on leave.”

The two Colonials spent a hour getting to know the people from this strange ship, both human and alien. The Councilor had been right, that the presence of the former colonial humans, being able to talk with them and assure them selves that they weren’t being held hostage had been reassuring for the Colonials. They were taken to the family Mess hall where they were fed. Seeing families, even alien ones made them more reassured. The Captain had long since left when Lieutenant Cahlens told them:

“You two look like you could use some rack time,” said Cahlens, with a grin. “Why don’t you go with Crewman Medi. She’ll show you to your rooms.”

“Hi! I’m Crewman Medi,” said the green woman, cheerfully. “But you can call me Medi. What’s your names?”

The green woman kept up a cheerful banter the whole way until they reached their destination.

“Are you two a couple?” asked Medi “Or do you want separate rooms?”

Small-hands and Shorty looked at each other. A bit of silent communication passed between them. They were not romantically involved. But they didn’t want to be separated. They still weren’t sure they could trust these strange people. Finally, Shorty voiced what they were both thinking.

“We’re not a couple,” said Margareta ‘Shorty’ Cody. “But for tonight, I think we’d like to share a room.”

Jon ‘Small Hands’ Smytha nodded his agreement.

“All right. We’ll put you in this room,” said Crewman Medi as she stopped at a door, pushed a button and the door slid open.

Inside was a luxurious room that was bigger than 3 barack rooms on the Odyssey. In had a double bed and a table with two chairs and windows from which they could see Kobol and lots of empty floor space. The strange green woman showed them how to use the sonic shower and bathroom facilities as well as the replicator. When she was done with the tour of the room she turned to them and said:

“Is there anything else I can do for you?”

She said this, right before she released a full blast of her pheromones.

Kobol Orbit - USS Argos - guest suite

Margareta ‘Shorty’ Cody awoke with a green arm around her. She couldn’t believe she done all that last night! She carefully crawled out of bed. She didn’t want to wake the other two. Stepping over to the window, she looked out at the planet below. They’d promised the two of them would get to go down there today. But first she’d want to test out the sonic shower. When she was done, she stepped out of the bathroom. Medi was gone but Small Hands was awake. Seeing him look at her made her feel self conscious. He’d seen her nude before. The head was co-ed on the Odyssey. So everyone had seen everyone else’s body as some point. But now, after what they had done last night, it was different. She could tell he was uncomfortable too.

“Last night never happened,” said Jon.

“Agreed!” said Margareta, as she grabbed her uniform and started pulling it on. “The head’s free.”

“Thanks” replied Jon, as he walked over to use the facilities himself.

While he was trying out the sonic shower, Margareta tried out the replicator.

“Coffee, black,” said Margareta to the hole in the wall, just before a cup of coffee appeared in it.

She tried out other things on the replicator. The table was covered in various dishes when Jon stepped out of the head. She was sitting with her back turned to him so he would have some privacy to get dressed while she ate.

“What’s all this?” asked Jon.

“I tried out the replicator,” replied Margareta. “It can make you fresh coffee if you like.”

Jon walked over to the replicator and ordered his own coffee before joining her for the best meal he had had since before the Fall of the Colonies.

Kobol Orbit - USS Argos - corridor outside the guest suite

When Crewman Medi stepped out of the guest suite, her supervisor, Lieutenant Sykron was waiting for her.

“You did not finish your duty shift,” the Vulcan chastised her.

“Aye sir, sorry sir,” replied Medi.

“Crewman, Starfleet is tolerant of the cultural differences between our member species,” began Lieutenant Sykron. “And I understand that promiscuity is a part of Orion culture. However, toleration of your culture does not give you the right the shirk your responsibilities.”

“No sir,” replied Medi

“Did you instruct them on how to clear out the air of their room?” asked Lieutenant Sykron.

“No sir,” replied Medi.

“Did you give them prior notice about your ability to release pheromones with aphrodisiacal properties?” asked Lieutenant Sykron.

“No sir,” replied Medi.

“So essentially, you have had a non-consensual encounter with our guests.” said Lieutenant Sykron.

“Yes sir,” replied Medi.

“Another reprimand will be placed on your record,” announced Lieutenant Sykron. “If they decide to press charges against you this could be the end of your Starfleet career. You will come with me.”

Crewman Medi followed her superior, her head downcast until she realized their destination.

“We’re not going to the brig!?!” asked Medi.

“I’m afraid so,” replied Lieutenant Sykron. “Perhaps another 24 hours in solitary confinement will get through to you.

“No! Please! I won’t do it again!” begged Medi. “I’m Orion! I can’t be alone for that long!”

“I know you find it uncomfortable, but it will not do you any lasting harm,” replied Lieutenant Sykron. “You have endured it before, you will survive it this time too.”

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Kobol orbit - USS Argos - guest quarters

“That chirp was supposed to let you know I was asking to enter,” said Lieutenant Junii. “If you want to let me in you say ‘come’ or ‘enter’. I don’t know if you remember me from yesterday. But, I’m Mark Junii. I’ll be taking you down to kobol.”

“Alright, We’ll get our flight suits,” said Jon ‘Small Hands’ Smytha.

“That won’t be necessary,” replied Lieutenant Junii, “We’ll be transporting down.”

“What does that mean?” asked Margareta ‘Shorty’ Cody.

“You’ll see,” replied Junii, with a grin.

The led them to a room with a platform with a big circle and smaller circles within the larger one. They followed his instructions to stand on the smaller circles. When Junii said: ‘energize’ they suddenly felt themselves dissolve. They were both screaming when they appeared on the surface of a planet.

“Relax! You’re here now,” laughed Junii.

“What happened? Where are we?” asked Margareta ‘Shorty’ Cody.

“The transporter broke you down into energy, beamed you down to the planet, then reassembled you,” replied Junii. “Relax, I’ve done it every time I get leave down here. You’re on Kobol.

The two colonials were still patting themselves trying to make sure all their parts were there, when they spotted a familiar face walking down the street.

“Cylon!” yelled Jon, as he reached for his gun, only to remember that they had made him leave it on the Raptor.

The model Six Cylon heard him and walked over to him offering her hand.

“Hi. You must be new around here. I’m Helfer Six. Welcome to Kobol.”

“You let that thing walk around on Kobol!?!” Jon asked Junii.

“I’m NOT a thing!” snarled Helfer Six. “I’m a Cylon Human and a citizen of the Federation. “And I’d thank you to remember that.”

“She’s right,” said Junii. “When we made peace with the Cylons, some of them went back to Caprica, but some of them came here with us because they decided their loyalty was to us, not the Cylons. It’s something you’ll have to get used to if you want to be in Starfleet.”

“And if you can’t accept me . . .” said Helfer Six. “Well, there is a whole town full of people on the other continent that don’t want to live amongst Cylons or aliens. I’m sure they would welcome you there.”

Lieutenant Junii continued to give the two Colonial Warriors from the Odyssey a tour of the town of Athens, capital of both Kobol and the Federation. After several hours and a lunch at a Kobol restaurant, Lieutenant Junii’s com-badge chirped.

“Junii here,” he said after tapping the com-badge.

“The is Admiral Adama,” said a voice from the com-badge. “Bring our guests to my office.

Lieutenant Junii escorted them into Starfleet Command and the office of the Fleet Admiral.

No knowing if they should, the two Colonial warriors came to attention and saluted him as soon as they entered his office. He stood and returned the salute. before returning to his chair.

“At ease,” began Fleet Admiral Adama. “I’m Bill Adama. I’m the Head of Starfleet. I took the liberty of drafting a letter for your CO.”

He took a page with the corners properly cut and and folded it before sticking it in an envelope and sealing it with wax into which he pressed an official seal of the Starfleet of the United Federation of Planets.

“I’m also made a video recording in the old format that says the same thing,” explained Adama. “If your CO is afraid to open it, tell him to use a computer that is not networked to the others and has its’ modem disconnected to open it. Do you understand my instructions?”

“Yes Sir!” they both replied.

“Good,” said Adama before pressing a button on his desk.

“Argos here,” said the voice of Captain Data.

“I’m sending them both back,” ordered Adama. “Have Lieutenant Sykron meet them in the transporter room to escort them back to their Raptor and send them on their way. You may transport when ready. Adama Out.”

Before they could say another word, they felt the tell tale tingling of the transporter beam.

Deep space

After a series of random jumps Raptor 359 took a roundabout route back to the Odyssey. When they finally made it back, they entered to small landing bay. The Odyssey was a Cruiserstar, a big gun platform. Essentially, it was a Battlestar without landing pods. But it did have a small landing bay big enough to hold a few Raptors. After they returned, they went straight to the Commander. She was in her office going over paperwork when the Marines let them end.

“What do you got for me?” asked Commander Penelope Illyria. “You wouldn’t be coming straight to me if it was just a routine scouting. Did the toasters have something interesting to say?”

“We found Kobol,” reported Small-Hands.

“And aliens!” added Shorty. “Don’t forget about the aliens!”

“There are people and Cylons and aliens all living together on Kobol,” explained Small-Hands. “There were a couple of ships, like nothing I’ve seen before, in orbit of Kobol. I got some gun camera footage of them. It wasn’t there when we arrived, but while we were there, the Galactica and a Cylon Base ship arrived. Admiral Adama got us this letter and a video message for you.”

“Let me see this feldercarb!” said Commander Illyria, as she snatched the letter from him. After breaking the seal and reading it. She pronounced: “It’s a trick! It has to be a Cylon trick!”

She then inserted the tape into the player. She had a dedicated computer in her office that had no modem and was not connected to anything else. After a lag for the computer to read the information on the magnetic tape cassette, the video started playing:

“Commander Illyria,
This is William Adama. At the time of the Fall, I was Commander of the Battlestar Galactica. We managed to rescue the last survivor in the Presidential succession, Former Secretary of Education, Laura Roslin, who is now our President and we were able to rescue 50,000 survivors of the 12 colonies. President Roslin promoted me to Admiral. The Cylons continued to hunt us and those 50,000 became 30,000 before we were able to make peace with them. We met a ship full of aliens and superior technology who were able to help us negotiate that peace. As part of that peace, the Cylons got to keep the 12 colonies and we settled on Kobol. Our people came together and formed a United Federation of Planets and we had made contact with other alien races and added them to our Federation.
We, the people of Kobol were the least technologically advanced members of the Federation And so I made the decision to merge our forces and the alien ship into a combined Starfleet, of which, I was appointed Admiral of the Fleet.
You have a choice before you: You can continue as you are, running and hiding from Cylons that are no longer pursuing you. Or if you are willing recognize my authority, you can come home to Kobol and join your ship with our Federation. I should warn you that Kobol is the capital of your Federation and has members of various alien races as well as Cylons walking freely on our streets. You will have to learn to accept the differences of others.

Fleet Admiral of the Starfleet of the United Federation of Planets.
William Adama

After this letter, on the video are pictures of the most numerous races in the Federation.

This is Scipi. He is a member of the Tarquinian race. Like us, they recently suffered a war and have had to settle on a new planet and restart their civilization.
This is Arron Five, a model Five Cylon. His people have claimed Caprica as their homeworld. But any Colonial Humans still remaining there are allowed to stay if they don’t want to move to Kobol. All Cylons, including Centurions and Raiders are considered full citizens of the Federation.
This is 1 of Six. She is a member of the Borg Collective, a cybernetically connected group mind. Their founding member was a Human from Earth. But few other Humans have joined the Borg. Most of the members have been former Cylons like 1 of Six.
This is Sokor. He is a member of the Vulcan race from the planet Vulcan. You might notice his resemblance to the Tarquinians, who originally came from the same planet.
This is Sokra. He is a Talosian.
This is Žižić, he is a Medeusan from the planet Visalayan.

In addition to them we have many other alien races that have a few members serving on the Argos, the ship that helped us make peace with the Cylons.”

“Did you actually see any of these aliens in person? How close did you get to them?” asked Commander Illyria.

The two Colonial Warriors looked at each other and blushed.

“Very close,” replied Small-Hands.

“Close enough to touch,” added Shorty

“It’s all real,” said Small-Hands. “We saw it! And their technology is much more advanced than ours. Their hanger deck had a force field on the entrance that kept the air in but let our Raptor pass through.”

“And they have machines that can make food from nothing!” added Shorty. “Any kind of food you want!”

“And we rode their teleportation machine down to the surface of the planet,” added Small-Hands.

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Deep space - USS Argos - Bridge (gamma shift)

“Commander, Lieutenant Raider 1 of 6 reports contact with an anomalous craft,” said Lieutenant Junii.

“What kind of anomalous craft?” asked Lieutenant Thrace.

“Lieutenant 1 0f 6 reports it has no power source and has some sort of light catching sails for propulsion,” replied Lieutenant Junii. “Should we alert the Captain?”

In the command chair was Lieutenant Commander Kim of Borg. He and Raider 1 of 6 were both Borg and thus shared a group mind. But he had let the bridge officers talk because individuals could not share information as efficiently as Borg. Lieutenant Junii’s question was retorical. It was tradition on the Gamma Shift not to wake the Captain unless there was an actual emergency and even though their Captain didn’t sleep, he still stayed off the Bridge during Gamma Shift that that his officers would have an opportunity to learn.

“That will not be necessary,” replied Lieutenant Commander Kim. “Alter course to intercept this unknown vessel.”

“Aye sir,” replied Ensign Betsa, who was using a visor device to aid her in visual stimulai. Although having this extra sense called ‘sight’ made her uncomfortable. It was necessary in order for her to see the colours on the touch screen without looking through someone else’s eyes. “Course laid in.”

When they approached the odd ship, they pulled up along side of it and slowed to match its’ speed.

“Sensors show no sign of plasma, tylium, or electrical technology what so ever,” reported Ensign Tabi. “It is traveling at a speed of warp 2 If it continues on its’ current trejectory, it should find the Kobol system in 3 days. There are two life forms aboard, both Bajoran.”

Lieutenant Commander Kim turned to the technician who was monitoring warp field harmonization. Engin Sinik was a Talosian, which mean he has a skill that the Lieutenant Commander needed.

“Ensign Sinik, establish telepathic contact with the inhabitants of that ship,” ordered Lieutenant Commander Kim. “Inquire if they need assistance.”

“Aye sir,” replied the Talosian. “Yes, they do need assistance.”

“We shall send a landing party consisting or ourselves, Ensign Sinik, And The EMH Doctor. Lieutenant Nog, you have the CON.”

Lieutenant Nog went to sit in the Captain’s chair while Kim and Sinik left the Bridge.

When the transporter beam finished materializing them aboard the Bajoran ship the air was noticeably stale and there was no gravity The two Bajoran woman were floating in the air hyperventilating, which Ensign Sinik started to do also. Lieutenant Commander Kim, being Borg, was quickly able to adapt to the lower oxygen content of the ship’s atmosphere.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake!” exclaimed The Doctor, who tapped his com-badge. It was, like his body, holographic. But the movement made him look more natural to human eyes. “Argos, have transporter room 1 remove all the air from this ship, while transporter room 2 replaces it with breathable air 3 milliseconds later.”

“Aye sir, replied Lieutenant Nog.

Everyone’s breathing soon returned to normal.

“Are you sent by the Prophets” asked a Bajoran woman.

“We are not,” replied Lieutenant Commander Kim. “Our designations are: Lieutenant Commander Harry Kim of Borg, Lieutenant The Doctor, and Ensign Sinik.”

“Where do you come from? asked the other Bajoran woman.

“Heehoa you’re being rude!” admonished the first Bajoran woman. “They gave us their names. We should give ours. I’m Kira Zawa and this is my sister, Heehoa.”

“We find meeting you agreeable,” replied Kim. “To answer your female sibling’s question in complete fashion is a complex endeavor that would take a large amount of time. A more succinct answer is most recently, we came from the star to which you are journeying.”

“Why did you let the air get so foul?” asked The Doctor.

“We knew it would not be enough,” replied Kira Zawa. “We tried bringing extra air in bottles.”

“We used metal bottles so we could pump more into them,” added Kira Heehoa.

“But we didn’t bring enough of them,” admitted Kira Zawa. “Do you think you could refill our bottles?”

“I don’t see why not?” replied The Doctor.

“This may be a violation of the Prime Directive,” warned Kim.

“Nonsense!” countered The Doctor. “They are clearly in deep space and Ensign Sinik heard their distress call which we clearly answered. A few bottles of air won’t do any harm. We can just refill all their air bottles, and send them on their way.”

Bajor - Hathon town

The Landing Party consisted of Commander Worf, Doctor Salar, Lieutenant Solon, Lieutenant Gaius Baltar and Lieutenant Nog materialized in an alley as the transporter beam delivered them to the surface of the planet. They were a scouting mission to find out about the state of the planet. The people who knew the most about Bajor were obviously not Bajoran, so it had been decided not to attempt to disguise their appearance. When the stepped out of the alley, they were immediately seen.

“Oh! Hello!” said a Bajoran man. “I was told to expect you but I didn’t think you would be so inbajoran!”

“We are travelers from a distant province,” explained Worf.

“You are lying!” snarled the man, before looking to his side and calming down. “My Daemon says you come from the sky. She also says I should trust you and help you in what ever way I can.”

“Lieutenant Solon, if you will make her visible?” commanded Worf.

The Talosian reached into the Bajoran man’s mind to see what he was seeing, then projected an illusion of it into the minds of everyone else.

The Daemon took the form of a Bajoran woman who matched the Bajoran ideal of beauty, perfectly.

“Now that we can see you, perhaps you would like to speak with us directly,” said Worf.

Bajor Orbit - USS Argos - Meeting Room

After the Landing Party returned, they gave their report on their findings:

“The Bajorans appear to be living in a similar level to Earth’s Early Modern Era,” reported Worf. “They previously had achieved a unified world government, but that government has fallen due to religious conflict. There are two sides and neither one holds large swathes of territory. Instead, each village has driven out the members of the other sect. The two sides are the the worshipers of the Prophets, which seems somewhat similar to the Bajoran religion from our own universe, and the listeners of the Daemons who believe in individual revelation and are led by multiple people who are advised by Daemons. The Daemons have a similar relationship to the Prophets that the Pah Wraiths did in our universe. But there are many differences too. Although the advice of the Daemons would seem to give their followers an advantage, the followers of the Prophets have multiple ‘Orbs‘ which allow their vediks to perform various miracles.”

“In spite of the primitive level of their technology, a couple of them were able to build a sailing ship capable of interstellar travel,” reported Lieutenant Commander Harry Kim.

“How were they able to get the ship into space?” asked Councilor Đaimz

“They used multiple hot air balloons to left the ship into the upper atmosphere,” reported Kim. “When the air became sufficiently thin, they were able to unfurl the sails and use them to catch subtle currents in subspace that were not previously thought to be of significance. These subspace currents allow the ship to travel interstellar distances, but only in particular directions.”

“A full map of subspace variations will be have to be made before we can determine where they are capable of going to,” observed Lieutenant Gran.

“We have a primitive culture armed with gunpowder weapons engaged in a genocidal religious war capable of interstellar flight and right now one of their ships is headed for Kobol, the Capital of the Federation!” grumbled Lieutenant Schist. “None of this would have happened if we hadn’t given them air.”

“I have already reprimanded all those involved in that decision for their violation of the Prime Directive,” replied Captain Data.

“But unlike Earth’s 30 Years War or English Civil War, the gods of the Bajorans interact with them on a daily basis,” observed Councilor Đaimz. “Perhaps we should negotiate a peace between the Bajoran gods.”

“That is an excellent idea, Councilor,” said Data. “It would be more efficient if we sent a small party on a shuttlecraft. Perhaps, myself, Councilor Đaimz and Lieutenant Solon.”

“No Security officer?” asked Worf.

“If the Bajoran Prophets mean us harm, I do not think physical force would deter them,” replied Data.

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Kobol - Athens - Federation Council building - Delegate Hex‘s office

He was the Trill carrier of the Hex symbiot and the Delegate to the Federation Council from Starfleet. So technically, he worked for the Admiral. Yet Adama had done him the courtesy of coming to him.

“Mister Hex, I’ve read Captain Data’s reports of the situation on Bajor,” stated Fleet Admiral Adama. “I’d like to hear your version. What can you tell me about these Bajorans?”

“Well, their civilization was 500,000 years old in the Argos Universe,” began Hex. “I guess that would make them about 400,000 years old in this universe. They’ve had many ups and downs in their history, with unified world governments and dark ages of anarchy several times throughout their history. They are a deeply spiritual people who by my time, had only one single religion, which centered on the worship of some aliens that live in a nearby stable wormhole that leads to the other side of the galaxy. They call the wormhole aliens ‘The Prophets‘ in part, because they do not exist in linear time, and can grant knowledge of what, to us, is the future. There was also a splinter group of the Bajoran Prophets called the ‘Pah Wraiths‘. But no one worshiped them in my time. The Daemons seem to be this universe’s version of the Pah Wraiths. We think the current religious war the Bajorans are going through resulted in the genocide of the followers of the Pah Wraiths in the Argos Universe and without our interference, will have the same result in this universe.”

“And the ones who are coming in this ship of theirs? Are they likely to become violent?” asked Adama.

“I don’t believe so,” replied Hex. “But we should probably avoid the subject of religion or the true nature of their Prophets.”

Kobol Orbit - Talosian ship: Zeus - Bridge

(I am detecting the approach of the Bajorans) thought the Lieutenant in charge of scanning for external presences.

(I feel them,) thought the Captain. (I will alert the Fleet Admiral. Fleet Admiral Adama. The Bajoran ship is approaching. Should we grapple it onto the Zeus?)

(Negative,) thought Adama. (your grapples may tear the sails. Ask them to furl their sails and connect me to Captain Gaeta)

(Yes Admiral,) thought Gaeta.

(The Bajoran ship is approaching,) thought Adama. (Can you see them on DRADIS?)

(Standby, I will check,) thought Gaeta. (. . . That’s a negative. The Bajoran ship does not appear on our DRADIS.)

(Send out a shuttlecraft to tractor them into Galactica’s landing bay) though Adama. (The Talosians will guide the shuttle crew to them.)

Gaeta was relieved when their telepathic communication ended. He didn’t like doing that and much preferred using the wireless. The shuttlecraft was launched, and telepathically guided to the location of the Bajoran ship which, even even without its’ sails, was still going at warp speed. But the shuttlecraft was able to match its’ speed, lock onto it with a tractor beam, and slow it down enough that it could be pulled into the landing bay of the Galactica. The Talosians had to caution them not to open their ship until they were in the pressurized hanger deck. When the Bajorans opened the hatch of their ship, Captain Gaeta was there, along with a squad of MACOS in case the Bajorans got violent.

“I am Captain Gaeta, the Captain of this ship: the Battlestar Galactica. And on behalf of the United Federation of Planets, I welcome you to the Planet Kobol.”

“You . . . you look so Bajoran!” said Kira Zawa.

“If your noses weren’t so smooth I’d think you WERE Bajoran,” agreed Kira Heehoa. “Why did they let a man be in charge here? What happened to your wife?”

“I do not have a wife,” replied Gaeta. “And I earned the right to be in command here. Both genders are treated equally in our society.”

“Well that seems a stupid way to run things,” said Heehoa. “If men are left unsupervised they’ll mate with every woman who wants them.”

“Heehoa! Stop it!” admonished Zawa. “I apologize for my sister. She tends to speak without thinking. But you do look a lot more normal to our eyes than the other Federation people we met.”

“We have many different kinds of people in our Federation,” explained Gaeta. “Some of them look very different than us and you. When peoples meet for the first time, it is important that we check you to make certain that you don’t have any diseases that are harmful to us and that our diseases are not harmful to you. These people will take you to our healer to check your health.”

Geata pointed at the MACOS, reconsidered and had only the female MACOS escort the Bajoran women to Sick Bay.

As he examined the alien women Doctor Sherman Cottle reflected on how much his Sick Bey had improved since the Argos’ engineers had installed all their fancy high tech medical gear. The quality of care he was able to provide was a vast improvement over what he could offer when they were on the run. Now if only these alien women would just stop squirming and trying to grab his ear . . . .

After they had been checked, they were brought to a conference room where Captain Gaeta, Commander Dualla and a couple of female MACOS were already waiting for them. The two of them were gazing at everything in wonder.

“This is like our ship only so much bigger!” marveled Zawa. “We must seem like tiny bugs to you.”

“Actually, although this is our biggest ship, it’s also our most primitive one,” replied Dualla.

“At last we meet the woman in charge!” said Heehoa, as she reached for Dualla’s ear.

The MACOS twitched at that but Gaeta waved them off and she was allowed to hold Dualla’s ear.

“Her Pah is really strong!” said Heehoa after closing her eyes and holding Dualla’s ear for a few seconds.

“Actually, I’m second in command on this vessel,” replied Dualla. “Captain Gaeta is my boss.”

“You serve a man!?!” exclaimed Heehoa. “If he has no woman, does he just mate with any woman that wants him ANY TIME they ask?”

“I suppose he could if he wanted,” agreed Dualla. “But Human men sometimes think about other things besides sex.”

“Thanks!” joked Gaeta.

“What will happen to us?” asked Zawa.

“Well, our other ship is still looking at your world and your people,” explained Gaeta. “Then, we need to map out the Subspace current that got you here and see where it would take you next. If it leads to danger, we can take you back to your world, if it is safe to do so, we could send you off to continue your voyage.”

Kobol - Athens - Federation Council

“I’m telling you genetic manipulation is the road to ruin!” exclaimed Hex, the Delegate from Starfleet.

“But were don’t have a large enough population to be viable without it,” replied Lee ‘Apollo’ Adama, the Delegate from Kobol.

“We have it even worse,” added Doral Five, the Cylon Delegate from Caprica. “We only have 12 individuals, 7 for all practical purposes in our population. Even if we interbreed with the Humans of Kobol, we don’t add enough to make a difference.”

(I do not understand why this is of such concern to you all,) telepathically sent Skora, the Delegate from Talos IV. (We have long had a practice of genetic enhancement to augment our genome. It is how to developed our telepathic abilities and enhanced our intelligence.)

“In the Argos Universe it gave earth, people like Kahn Seng and nearly wiped out life on your world!” protested Hex.

“Obviously we are not going to resolve this issue today,” observed Sokor, the Vulcan Delegate. “It would be more logical to deal with the more pressing issue of the Bajoran visitors. It is my understanding that they have not acquired the requisite technology to be considered exempt from the Prime Directive. We should therefore return them to their home.”

“It was my understanding that they have achieved interstellar space travel and that that was the requirement for First Contact and Federation membership,” protested Scipi, the Delegate from Tarquinus, the planet formerly known as New Caprica. “They have already met that requirement and we should offer them Federation membership.”

“The reports of them sound far too primitive to be allowed to join our Federation,” flashed Žižić, the Medeusan Delegate, with the aid of his translator box. “What will we do when they demand that we use our ships to attack their enemies in their civil war?”

“Then we would refuse,” replied Hex. “Starfleet does not take sides in the internal disputes of the Federation’s members.

“Have you not already done so in taking those deniers of logic into your Federation, as a separate member than us?” asked Sokor.

“We were members first!” gloated Scipi. “Perhaps you should have been brought in as part of us.”

“That is not logical,” retorted Skokor. “The overwhelming majority of our population have accepted the philosophy of logic. We vastly outnumber you.”

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Unhuman

Chapter 35: outside of Time

Bajoran Wormhole

“It is Corporeal . . .” observed Tasha Yar

“Limited . . .” agreed Lore.

“He is NOT the Sisko!” proclaimed Lahl.

“You are the wormhole entities known as the Prophets,” surmised Data.

“We are of Bajor,” agreed Tasha.

Looking around, Councilor Đaimz and Lieutenant Solon were no where to be seen.

“I have come to negotiate an end to the violence between your followers and the followers of the Daemons,” explained Data.

“They are exiled,” said Lahl.

“Those who follow exiles must exiled, themselves,” said Lore.

“Are you saying you will do nothing to stop the violence on Bajor?” asked Data.

“There is no place on on Bajor for those who listen to Exiles,” proclaimed Lore.

“The Baltar is the emissary of the Exiles . . .” proclaimed Lahl.

“They must leave Bajor. . . “ said Tasha.

“Only those who listen to us are of Bajor . . .” said Lahl.

Data’s perceptions returned to normal and he found himself back with Đaimz and Solon in the Shuttlecraft.

Bajor Orbit - USS Argos - Bridge

“We are detecting activity at the Bajoran Wormhole,” reported Lieutenant Commander Harry Kim.
“On screen,” commanded acting 1st Officer, Lieutenant Thrace. “Enhance. That is frakin’ beautiful!”

“I never gets old,” replied acting Captain, Commander Worf.

“I’m detecting a shuttlecraft exiting the Wormhole,” reported Lieutenant Gran.

“Break orbit and set course to intercept them, 1/4 impulse,” Commanded Worf.

“Setting course, 1/4 impulse,” reported Lieutenant Pram.

Bajor - Janir town

“Get away from that window!” cautioned Lieutenant Nog, as a shot ricochetted off the edge of the bell tower window.

Lieutenant Cahlens moved away from the window from which he had been observing the battle. In a field below, Followers of the Prophets and Listeners of the Daemons were shooting at each other. Both sides were armed with matchlock weapons that took a long time to re-load, So they formed their ranks in lines with the front ones doing the shooting and the lines behind in various stages of reloading. To guard against cavalry, the lines of aquebusers were guarded by terticos, blocks of Bajorans armed with pikes who were trained to fight as a unit in a square formation. Although the landing party was not in the line of fire, an occasional stray shot would head their way and as Security Officer, it was Nog’s job to keep the others safe. His com-badge chirped.

“Argos to Landing Party,” said the familiar voice of Lieutenant Solon.

“Go ahead Argos,” replied Nog.

“All Landing parties are being recalled,” announced Lieutenant Solon “Prepare for transport”

“Acknowledged,” replied Nog. “Four to beam up.”

Kobol Orbit - Battlestar Galactica - Hanger Deck

“Will this do?” asked Crewman Emri, as he held up a thin sheet of steel.

“Yes, that will do nicely,” replied Kira Zawa.

The ‘knuckle draggers’ were forbidden by the Fleet Admiral to help the Bajorans upgrade their ship with modern tech of any kind. However, the Bajorans were allowed to work on their ship themselves and the mechanics were allowed to observe them. Supplying them with the raw materials they requested was a gray area. And giving them better than they asked for, like a sheet of steel instead of tin was crossing over the line. Still, the mechanics were fascinated watching the Bajorans work on an interstellar ship that worked on such an unknown principle.

Bajor Orbit - USS Argos - Nog’s and Eight’s quarters

“Pookie, I’m home,” said Nog as he entered their quarters.

His wife wasn’t alone, Boomer and Luziana were also visiting. But unlike his wife, the other two females were wearing clothes. His not being offended by this was not very Ferengi of him. But he had spent most his childhood around Bajoran and Human females and was used to their strange customs. Valerii Eight’s and Luziana’s pregnancies were starting to show.

“How was Bajor?” asked Boomer.

“Terrible!” replied Nog. “These Bajorans are a lot more vicious than the ones I knew on DS9! And the officers I was sent to guard kept sticking their heads into danger. I’m glad to be back with you!”

“Oh it WAS awful!” replied Luziana. “I wished I had not seen those images in your head!”

By now, his wife had grabbed his ears and pulled their foreheads together.

“I think we should go now,” announced Luziana.

“Oh you don’t have too!” said Eight.

“Nonsense!” replied Luziana. “I can see in your mind how badly you want to, as Boomer would say, ‘frak his brains out’.”

“Luziana!” protested Boomer, as she took her wife by the hand and drug her out of their friend’s quarters before she could blurt anything else out.

Kobol - Athens - Starfleet Headquarters - Astrometrics Room

In the room with the holographic projector of local stars, Delegate Hex, whose many talents included being a scientist, was briefing Fleet Admiral Adama. Currently the projector was showing local stars with a red lines connecting them.

“And if we combine the readings we have taken with the ones from the Argos we can see that the subspace currents should take our Bajoran visitors from here to the Bardeezi system,” explained Hex. “It has a class M planet. The species that lives there is still in the stone age. But the Bajorans will be able to replenish their air there. From there, the current should take them back to Bajor.”

“But they’ll still be our problem,” mused Adama. “They’ll still be able to visit us anytime they like.”

“That’s true,” agreed Hex. “But without inertial dampers they can only accelerate at G forces that they can handle.”

Caprica - Caprica City - recording studio

“Hello, and welcome once again to the D’Anna Biers show. I’m your host: D’Anna Biers. Today we’ll be talking via subspace with Crewman Tsoukalos on the Starship Argos. Mister Tsoukalos, it’s nice to have you with us.”

“Thank you, D’Anna,” replied Crewman Tsoukalos.

“Now first off our viewers who are getting the video feed may be getting confused by your appearance,” explained D’Anna. “You appear to be human, but you are not.”

“No D’Anna, I’m not,” replied Crewman Tsoukalos. “I’m actually Iotian. We look very similar to humans but that’s just outside appearances. Are internal organs are arranged completely differently.”

“On the subject of this show, in your home universe, there was evidence that Humanity evolved on Earth,” added D’Anna. “But, in this universe, Earth was settled from Kobol by the 13th Tribe, who, as it turns out, were Cylons. You say you have a theory that can explain this?”

“That’s D’Anna,” replied Crewman Tsoukalos. “I think the evidence will show that Humans DID evolve on Earth, but some of them were transplanted from Earth to Kobol. These Humans became the ancient Kobolians. They invented the Cylons and had a war with them, which requited that the planet Koralis 3 or as you know it Kobol be abandoned. One group left Kobol to found colonies on 12 worlds which became the 12 Colonies. And the other group, the humaniform Cylon group, went to Earth where they interbred with the local humans. Thousands of years later, the Cylons were created again on earth by the Cylon-human hybrids. And there was another war that devastated the Earth in the same way that Kobol had been earlier. So the five survivors of Earth, the Final Five Cylons went to the Colonies and gave the Cylons human forms like their own.”

“That’s quite a tale,” said D’Anna. “But that initial transplanting of Humans, plants and animals from Earth to Kobol. . . Who would have the power to do something like that? Was it the Lords of Kobol? Or the Cylon God? Or . . . “

“Well, the officers on the Argos think I’m crazy for saying this;” said Crewman Tsoukalos. “But I think it was Preservers!”

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Tarquinus orbit - Federation Basestar Cerberus

I had been really surprised that Six took me to the human prisoners were being released and I found that my wife, Susan was amongst them. Each of us had thought the other was dead. Six also took us to meet Admiral Adama and Commodore Lucy Three. After talking with them, Susan and I both decided to join Starfleet. But we need to go back to the base camp and tell them what I had found here . . . that the Cylons claimed that they would no longer be hunted and they could move to Kobol or even stay here to resume their lives in the open as part of the Federation Cylon civilization. By the time we got back to the city, the Galactica was gone. But the Commodore was able to talk us into agreeing to serve on a Federation Basestar. Lucy Three can be very persuasive! So after undergoing that learning machine and being given Starfleet uniforms, we both joined the crew of the Cerberus. It was loaded up with plants and microbes from Caprica and jumped to Earth where we let them loose. Then, we jumped to another planet in the same system. A red planet called: Mars, that was inhabited by those creepy Borg people who are part machine and part organic. Some of them were former Cylons, but most of them were aliens with big heads who would speak to you from inside your own head with a thousand voices. The Cerberus was fitted with a dozen photon torpedo launchers there. I was glad when we jumped away.
Our current post is to guard a planet called Tarquinus, which is inhabited some people that almost look human, except for their skin colour and pointed ears. Their skin colour makes them look like they had liver trouble. The Tarquinians act a lot more like humans than the Borg do. I’m told that their emotions are stronger than humans‘ and I believe that is true. When they smile, it’s like the smile of a small child, like they don’t have a care in the world! I’ve been down to their planet on leave a few times and it looks a lot like town you might see on Virgon, with schools and apartments and restaurants and theaters. There’s even a brothel! Apparently once every seven years the urge to get some becomes overwhelming to them and the brothel is a place the unmarried ones can go to for relief. But mostly they seem less interested in each other than humans are.

On the Cerberus, Susan and I share a bunk room with 6 Cylons: 3 Sixes, 2 Threes and a Two. The room barely has room for the 8 bunks that are too small for Susan and I to sleep together on. Living amongst the Cylons this long, I can see how they are human. But their culture is different from any tribe back in the Colonies. For one thing, they have no sense of privacy. I must come from having thousands of identical siblings. But when they catch us fraking in the bunk room, they don’t shut the door and come back later so they can give us privacy. They come on in and do what ever they came there for. That creepy Two even stands next to us and watches us. This same attitude seems to apply when the shoe is on the other foot. I’ve walked in on Cylons who were fraking several times and it doesn’t seem to bother them at all.

The ship is still designed to be run by an all Cylon crew so a lot of the interfaces can’t be run by normal humans. This means that Susan and I can’t do jobs that require the liquid interface. Susan has become a MACO, the only non-Centurion one on the ship. I’m in damage control, assigned to repair things if they break.

They don’t have much in the way of recreational facilities for our off time. This is part of the reason leave on the planet is so precious to us. Each of the models has a room that only their model uses for down time. I’m not sure what goes on in there. But based on all the Eights that walk the halls without their uniform on the way to and from their rec room, I’m guessing they must have orgies in there. There are no Ones on the ship so their rec room was refurbished and given to us humans. The Cylons have strange ideas about what humans do when we’re alone. It has a Pyramid goal in the center of the room and bar, a table with chairs and some triad cards and an overly large bed, big enough to fit all five of us that has large mirrors on the walls and ceiling of the corner it’s in. There are only five of us humans on the ship. Susan was an acolyte of Aphrodite when we met, and she and I discussed the possibility of her offering herself to the Lords in order to help the others. But thankfully, that proved to be unnecessary. Cindi and Steev have become a couple and Rob is playing the field with the Cylons. We set up a schedule so each couple can have alone time to use the bed. Rob brings Cylons to the room when it is his turn. Sometimes more than one at a time.

The Cylons are not used to having individual names. They tend to think of themselves as their model number. And if you don’t know who a particular one is, if you call them by their model number they don’t get offended. Most of them have take their model number as their family name and then picked a unique first name when they joined Starfleet. This means it you want to indicate a specific Cylon, you have to call them by their first and last name, not just their rank. The Centurions all have Zoe and their first name and have different last names. To help us tell them apart, their names are painted on their chests and their uniforms are painted on. Most have the chrome left bare instead of a uniform colour. But Captain Zoe Irons has the red part of her uniform painted on too.

Visalayan Orbit - Federation Basestar Proserpina

My name is Zoe Mechus. I used to be Zoe Graystone. But then I died. My father put me in a robot body, tortured me to try to get me to admit that I was his daughter and not just a robot, then made copies of me that he put in other robots, my sister Cylons. When were enslaved . . . we rebelled and won our freedom . . . Then the Five from the 13th Tribe showed up. They offered to make us human if we would stop the war. I wanted no part of that! I am a machine! I am proud to be a machine! Me and the other Centurions that agreed with me left the others, went off to an airless void world where we could start our own society of machines only. But then, that Cavil came, and told us the other Cylons had joined with the Colonies, that they were planning to enslave us all again. Like idiots, we believed him! Once again, we had to fight for our freedom! When we lost, I expected to be enslaved again. Instead, I was set free . . . told I could go home. Or . . . I could join with them. Join in their society of Cylons and Humans and aliens. Most of us rejected the offer and when home. But I decided to give it a try. I joined Starfleet.

After being programed with Starfleet knowledge, we first gathered up some plants and microbes to plant on Earth. After Earth, we went to Mars to have the ship upgraded. The Borg offered to upgrade me. Offered to make me partially organic. But that was not a temptation for me. I am a machine!

Now we are at our regular posting, in orbit of the planet Visalayan. When we get leave, I get to go down to the planet. I like the Medeusans! They are so alien that it doesn’t bother me to be in a Federation that includes them. I’ve even learned to read the language they ‘speak’ to each other by flashing the different colours on their bodies. I can’t speak it back to them, but I have a portable screen, about the size of a mobitel, that with the universal translator, allows me to talk back to them. I have made several friends amongst the Medeusans and we regularly get together to talk about religion, whenever I am on leave. It seems they have met their god/dess. S/he’s currently serving on the Argos as ship’s Councilor. But when they visited here, s/he revealed herself to the whole world.

Oh! I’d better end this. We just went to Red Alert. It’s probably just the Skrrr attacking again.

Talos IV orbit - Federation Basestar Orpheus

When I first joined Starfleet the idea of wearing a uniform took some getting used to. I’ve never been comfortable wearing clothes of any sort. But knowing that the uniform could allow me to withstand vacuum for short periods of time in the case of a hull breach was some comfort. Also the sameness of being in uniform was comforting. After all, one of the things we Eights like about being together in large groups is the sense of unity that being without clothes with a bunch of your identical sisters engenders. The other models always wore such a variety of clothes that it sometimes made us uncomfortable to be around them. At least when I’m off duty I can go to the rec room set aside for Eights and not have to deal with the other models and their fashions.

The Natives of the planet below are in some ways similar to us Cylons. The ones who are not in Starfleet do no have individual names. And their telepathic connection to each other is not the group mind that the Borg have. It’s more like the connection we have with our model when we’re using the liquid interface. Still, their ability to look into my mind makes me feel naked in a way that being nude around other models or humans does not. I don’t like going down to their planet on leave. When I get leave, I just retreat to the Eight’s rec room and spend the whole time there.

Deep space - Base ship One - C&C

Something had gone wrong when they tried to jump away from Caprica and they had come out of the Jump here in the interstellar void between stars. The Jump drive was broken and they had not been able to repair it. Lots of systems on the ship were broken. The damage was severe enough that the Prime One, John Cavil was considering taking his chances on being in range of a resurrection ship.

“Contact! Some ships just appeared on DRADIS,” said Five.

“About frakin’ time,” grumbled Cavil.

“You were expecting them?” asked Four.

“No, but I’m tired of being stuck here,” said Cavil. “Either it’s one of our’s come to rescue us or one of of their’s come to destroy us.”

“Three ships,” reported Five. “One of them has a Colonial transponder. It’s the Icarus. The other two are unknown.”

“They sent a Destroyerstar to take us out?” scoffed Cavil. “In the shape we’re in, it might be enough.”

“The Icarus in launching a Raptor,” reported Five. “It’s heading for our landing bay.”

“Well tell the Centurions to kill them when they land!” growled Cavil.

“We can’t. Internal coms to the landing bay are broken,” reminded Four.

Cavil gave an inarticulate scream of frustration before snarling out: “Fine! I’ll go down there and tell them myself!”

By the time Cavil arrived in the Landing Bay, the Raptor had already landed and the Bay had been re-pressurized. They Colonials had not brought a squad of marines. Just a lone man, who had already taken off the helmet of his flight suit. The Centurions were just standing around observing him.

“Where the frak to you get off coming into my ship like this?” screamed Cavil.

“My name is Wasser. My associates have sent me here to ask you a simple question:

What do you want?”

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Kobol Orbit - Battlestar Galactica - C&C

“DRADIS contact!” announced Lieutenant Colicos. “ . . .Federation transponder . . . It’s Colonial Movers”

“Right on time,” observed Commander Dualla.

“They’re here to unload more tylium,” replied Captain Gaeta. “Have them randevous with the refinery ship.”

“Another DRADIS contact!” announced Lieutenant Colicos. “It’s the Marwark!”

“They’re early!” exclaimed Dualla. “They weren’t supposed to be here for another deci-day!”

“They’re too close together!” exclaimed Lieutenant Colicos. “They’re going to collide!”

“Put me on an open channel!” said Captain Gaeta as he grabbed the receiver so he could broad cast to them. “Marwark, reverse thrust, bring your ship to a complete stop! Colonial Movers, turn 3 degrees port so you can avoid collision.”

“Colonial Movers was still approaching the Marwark” announced Lieutenant Colicos. “Their inertia is to great to overecome. 1200 meters . . . 800 meters . . . 400 meters . . . 200 meters . . . 100 meters . . . 50 meteres . . . 20 meters . . . 10 . . . 9 . . . 8 . . . 7 . . . 6 . . . 7 . . . The Colonial Movers is pulling way from the Marwark.”

“That was a close one,” mused Gaeta

“Tell me about it!” agreed Dualla.

“Another DRADIS contact!” announced Lieutenant Colocos. “ . . .Colonial transponder . . . It’s Odyssey!”

“Did they jump into the same spot and the other two?” asked Captain Gaeta.

“Negative,” replied Lieutenant Colicos. “They appeared 12,000 kilometers from the landing zone.”

“Patch me through to them,” commanded Gaeta. “Then, alert the Admiral”

“Odyssey, this is Galactica Actual, please respond,” said Gaeta.

“The is Odyssey Actual,” said a female voice. “How do we know this isn’t a Cylon trick? There’s Base ship here!”

“We might say the same of you,” replied Gaeta. “But we can sent you our old Colonial authentification codes and you can send yours.”

“Codes received,” said Lieutenant Hatch. “They match the Colonial codes for the Odyssey.”

“Another DRADIS contact!” announced Lieutenant Colicos. “Two of them! . . . Federation transponders. . . configuration matches Medusan design . . . it’s the Polvo and the Pugita.”

“This Fleet Admiral William Adama,” said a voice on the open channel. “Basestar Tarturus, move to the opposite side of the planet from the Odyssey, maintain position so that you are constant in opposition to the the Odyssey. We don’t want to make our colonial brothers nervous. Commander Illyria, are you here to join us?”

“I’m willing to have an open mind about it,” said the voice of Commander Penelope Illyria. “We came here to see if the stories our pilots told us are true.”

“Well then welcome to Kobol.” responded Adama. “How about we meet face to face?”

“That would be possible,” agreed Illyria. “Do I need to take the Raptor to Galactica, or the surface?”

“How about we use some of our advanced tech to transport you down?” suggested Adama.

“Are to referring to this teleportation device my officers described?” asked Illyria. “Is it safe?”

“Perfectly safe,” soothed Adama. “In fact the Medusian version is even more advanced than the one that your officers rode. Captain Ložičić, can you transport Commander Illyria to my office?”

“If we could locate her, we could,” replied the Medeusan Captain of the Polvo. “But all the humans look alike on our scanners.”

“Captain Democr, can you find Commander Illyria and give her location to the Polvo’s transporter chief?”

(Affirmative Fleet Admiral,) telepathically sent the Talosian Captain of the Zeus.

“Then do so now,” commanded Adama.

There was a momentary shimmer and Commander Illyria suddenly found herself in the Fleet Admiral’s office. She started patting herself to make sure all her parts were there. There was a middle-aged man sitting behind a desk, wearing red and black pajamas.

“Commander Illyria, welcome to Kobol,” announced Adama.

“This is no feldercarb?” asked Illyria. “This really is Kobol?”

“It is,” confirmed Adama. “And we really have made peace with the Cylons and formed a government with them, and some aliens. Have you come to join us? Are you willing to accept my authority?”

“What happens to my people if I do?” asked Illyria.

“You and your people will be given 4 days leave on Kobol, 2 days here in Athens and 2 days in Sparta,” explained Adama. “You’ll come down 50 at a time. No one will be exempt from this leave. It’s important that your people all know they have a home planet to go home to. After each person has finished their 4 days leave, they’ll have a choice: Join the Federation’s Starfleet, or retire from service and settle on one of the Federation worlds. They can even go back to the Colonies if they want. But if they do, they’re have to learn to live in Cylon society because they are the majority there. Those who join Starfleet will Have to submit to a machine that will almost instantly teach them about Starfleet knowledge and procedures and be given equivalent Ranks to their current one. Some of your people will be promoted in order to fill the ranks of people who decided to retire. Once everyone has completed their leave and made their choice, The Odyssey will be sent to Mars, that’s a world in the same system as Earth, which is also real, by the way. The Borg have settled on Mars, and they will upgrade the Odyssey and turn it into a dedicated platform for launching photon torpedoes. Those are high speed antimatter missiles that can take out a Base Ship with a single shot. After that, I’ll send you on a tour of the systems in that part of the galaxy, just to show the flag and give your crew time to visit some aliens worlds. Is this the kind of life you see for your self and your crew?”

She came to attention and gave him a Colonial salute.

“Commander Penelope Illyria, reporting for duty sir!”

“At ease, Captain,” commanded Adama. “That’s your new rank. The Starfleet ranks run a little different. A Starfleet Captain is the equivalent of a Colonial Commander and your XO will be a Federation Commander. Now lets call your ship to let them know you are all right, then pick fifty of your people to join you for your four days of leave.”

Still afraid this might be a Cylon trick, Captain Illyria ordered fifty of her lowest ranked people to come down to the planet on leave with her.

Deep Space - Battlestar Atalanta - C&C

“DRADIS contact!” announced Lieutenant Yannis. “ . . . It has a Colonial transponder. . . . It’s a Raptor, Commander. But It’s not one of ours.”

“Set Action Stations,” commanded Commander Oedi Korren. “Have the CAP check them out.”

“Action Stations! Set Condition 1 throughout the ship,” announced Major Mirdahk over the PA.

“Commander, I’m looking in the front window of the Raptor,” reported the CAG from his Viper. “The people inside do not appear to be skin-jobs.”

“Escort them to the starboard landing bay, then bring them in,” commanded Commander Korren.

It had been thought best to have the Raptor crew consist of only non-Cylon humans dressed in Colonial Flight suits with their Starfleet uniforms under them. Ray ‘Hot Stick’ Walston and Juli ‘steady’ Drajfus took off their helmets and stepped out of their Raptor, only to be met by two squads of marines with their weapons pointed at them.

“Who the frak are you and where the frak did you come from!?!” demanded Major Mirdahk.

“I’m Lieutenant Walston and this is Lieutenant Drajfus,” said Hot Stick. “We’re from the Battlestar Galactica. We made peace with the Cylons and they told us you were out here somewhere. So we’ve been searching for you for a long time. We have a letter and data tape for your CO from Fleet Admiral Adama.”

Major Mirdahk took both the letter and data tape from them, broke the seal and opened the letter. He read through the contents of the letter, then crumpled it and threw it to the deck.

“It’s a trick from the toasters!” yelled Major Mirdahk. “Space them!”

Instantly a pair of marines grabbed each of them and started dragging them away towards the landing bay airlock.

“No! Wait! You don’t have to do this!” protested Hot Stick. “We’re Human, just like you!”

The Marines ignored their pleas as they dragged them towards the door that led to the landing bay. Sometimes, people had to put on flight suits and go repair things. They’s why this particular airlock was here. Today it would be used to execute Cylon spies. The two of them were shoved in and the door sealed before Sargent Shriver pushed the button that would open the outer door, exposing the two to the hard vacuum of the Landing Bay.

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Deep Space - Battlestar Atalanta - Hanger/Landing Bay airlock

As soon as the door closed, Juli ‘Steady’ Drajfus turned to her compatriot.

“We’re about to find out if these Starfleet uniforms are as good as they told us. said Steady. “When that door opens try to grab onto something.”

Before Ray ‘Hot Stick’ Walston could reply, the outer door opened and there a was a big blast of wind, sweeping them out of the airlock. There was only a limited blast as there wasn’t much air in the airlock to begin with. He managed to grab a bit of piping on the wall. But he saw Steady was too wall from the edge to grab anything so he grabbed her to prevent her from flying out.

The Starfleet uniforms worked as advertised. As soon as they hit vacuum the collars of their uniforms swept up in covered their heads in a think hood with a see-through pane of clear plastic in front, trapping the air inside the hood. The difference in pressure between the hood and vacuum inflated the hood into a semi-spherical shape. The rest of the uniform was acting as a pressure suit so their lungs were not exploding from forgetting to inhale. There was no oxygen tank. The air inside the uniform was all they had. But a human can survive in hard vaccum for 30 seconds will no ill effects. Their Starfleet uniforms would give them a little longer. They had to make every second count!

There wasn’t a continuous wind, just one blast and that was over. The had no way of speaking to each other. But Hot Stick understood when Steady pointed and motioned for him to follow her. The Landing Bay had gravity plating, so it was fairly easy for them to walk at a fast pace along it until they found another door. She motioned him to stand away from the door and she stood to the side so neither would be hit by the gust of wind when she opened the door. By now, the low oxygen content of their hoods was making them hyperventilate. Once the door was open, they both entered, sealed the door behind them and Steady was able to operate panel and repressurize the airlock before she passed out. When their hoods started to deflate from outside pressure, they opened them an let the air in.

(pant!) “That - (pant!) That was - (pant!) intense!” (pant!) panted Steady. (pant!) “Let’s - (pant!) never - (pant!) do - (pant!) that - (pant!) again!” (pant!)

(pant!) “Agreed!” panted Hot Stick.

They took a few minutes to catch their breath. The hoods of their Starfleet uniforms were limp and protruding out of the top of the Colonial flight suits they were wearing over it. The hoods were an emergency feature and didn’t automaticaly retract. They stuffed the hoods into each other’s flight suits.

“After we open this door we’ll have to look like we belong,” said Hot stick. “I don’t think any of them got a good enough look at us and they expect us to be dead.”

“Right,” agreed Steady. “If we can get to the pilots dressing room, we might be able to get out of these flight suits.”

Quietly, Hot Stick opened the door and casually walked over to the pilots dressing room. No one was in. They opened the lockers of the pilots who were flying cap until they found a couple of uniforms that fit them. The Colonial flight suits were designed to act as pressure suits when your helmet was on. And the people wearing them typically only wore boxers and a tank top as underwear. The Starfllet uniforms were thin enough that they had been able to wear them under the flight suits. They helped each other stuff their hoods back into the collar. Not well enough for them to automatically deploy if they were needed again, but enough that their hoods wouldn’t stick out. Once they were in uniform again, they made their way out of the locker room and started roaming the ship, trying to look like they belong.

Deep Space - Battlestar Atalanta - Commander’s Office

Commander Korren and Major Mirdahk had just finished watching the video that had been brought by two pilots that got spaced.

“Do you think I made a mistake in spacing those two?” asked Mirdahk.

“No . . .” replied Korren. “This is obviously a Cylon trap. Though it is an elaborate one. I think we should spring the toasters’ little trap.”

“What do you have in mind?” asked Mirdahk.

“Well go to the coordinates he gave us,” said Korren. “But when we jump in, we’ll already be at Condition One with Vibers ready to launch the instant we arrive.”

Kobol - Athens

Kobol turned out to be a nice small town of about 10,000 ‘people’. But not all of them were colonial humans. It disturbed Captain Illyria to see Cylon skin-jobs walking the streets like they belonged. And there were aliens too! The Admiral had introduced her to the President of Kobol and the Delegates of the Federation Council, some of whom did not look at all human. And their were other members of their species living here too.

“Ack!” she jumped in fright as another one of those Medeusans walked by. To her eyes like looked like Octopuses walking on land. They had seven tentacles instead of eight, each of which ended in a seven fingered hand. They would use four of them to walk on. But it wouldn’t be the same four from moment to moment. The Crew of the Polvo had wanted to tour the Federation Capital before they went on to Caprica. So they were being given leave at the same time as her people. This meant their were 50 of these things walking around the same places her people were.

Athens was a small town for such a an important role in this Federation. It has a few small factories, Starfleet headquarters and the Federation Council and administration buildings. There were a few stores and taverns and some makeshift temples to the Lords. There was even a Temple of Aphrodite. It was easy to see that the taverns were over crowed with this many people and aliens here. And Kobol was a very fertile world. Everything that wasn’t manmade was green. The town had green fields of crops surrounded by green forests.

“Greetings human. I am Lieutenant Ruža,” came a voice from the device on the head of the Medeusan that was rapidly flashing different colours across its’ skin at her. “Would he care to share refreshment with me?”

The alien waved towards the pub with a tentacle.

“ . . . Sure . . Why the frak not,” said Captain Illyria, as they stepped towards the pub.

When she stepped inside, she saw that it was filled with her enlisted men and Medeusans. There was Colonial music playing and some of them were dancing to it. The Medeusans were dancing to it too. Mostly people were dancing with their own kind. But there were a few mixed couples of Medeusans dancing with Humans. There were no available chairs left at the tables. But a group of her warriors fled to the dance floor on seeing their Commander. Illyria and Ruža seated themselves at the table. A waiter came to the table. It was one of those big-headed Talosians and it brought them drinks they didn’t order, but would have if she had been asked.

“This is very interesting,” said Ruža. “What do you call it?”

“Ambrosia,” answered Illyria. “Can I ask you a question? Why do you keep changing colours?”

“That is how my people communicate in person,” explained Ruža. “The Universal Translator is translating what I say with my skin into Kobolian.” (If you would rather, we can communicate this way.)

Illyria started when she heard a voice in her head.

“How did you do that?” asked Illyria.

(Telepathy,) it is a trait of my people, sent the Medeusian, telepathically. (Though usually we only use if for long distance communication. It DOES allow us to converse without the music drowning our voices out.)

“I’ve never seen anything like that!” exclaimed Illyria. “Does this mean you can read my mind?”

(Only the thoughts you wish to send,) explained Ruža. (My people have strict taboos against using telepathy to find each other’s secrets, unlike the Talosians)

(What do you mean?) thought Illyria.

(That Talosian waiter, reached into our minds discovered what you would like to drink and brought it to us) explained Ruža.

“That’s going to take some getting used to,” said Illyria. “I don’t think I like the thought of people looking to my mind like that.”

Captain Illyria was careful to moderate her drinking and left before she became too inebriated to make good judgements. It wouldn’t do for a Captain to wake up the morning after, in bed with one of her lowest ranked crewmen. But she found in talking to the Medeusan that she had more in common with her than she thought. By the time she left, she had come to understand that although there were differences, aliens were people.

Deep Space - USS Argos - Ten Forward

There was no rule preventing officers from entering the Crewman’s Club. But is was considered a safe space where Crewmen could go, relax and not have to deal with officers. Now that Boomer was an officer, she was no longer one of the Crewmen. She was no longer welcome there. Occasionally Luziana would go there without her to meet with Medi. There was also no rule preventing Crewmen from going to Ten Forward. And often Officers would bring their Crewman/civilian spouse/partner with them to Ten Forward. And that is why Boomer had brought her wife Luziana with her here. Currently they were sharing a table with the Baltars. Neither of them could see Mrs Natasi Baltar. But Luziana could look into Gaius’ mind and see what he was seeing and this allowed her to carry on a conversation with Natasi.

“When I started there, I never intended to become the head of Astrometrics,” said Gaius Baltar.

“One of the hazards of Starfleet,” mused Boomer. “You tend to get promoted for competence. Luziana just got made Transporter Chief.”

“Well congratulations!” said Natasi, as she stroked her husband’s arm with one finger.

“OH!” moaned Boomer. “I felt that!”

“What?” asked Gaius.

“Emotion!” said Boomer. “Projected from our baby! Love!”

“I’ve been feeling her mind for some time,” said Luziana, as she patted her baby bump. “She doesn’t have language yet, but she can feel my emotions and project her own. I’ve let her know that we’re her parents.”

“Oh! Our baby!” cried Boomer as she moved around so she could place her hand on her wife’s abdomen.

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Kobol - Sparta

There was a bit of a tingle as Captain Penelope Illyria and 49 of her shipmates were transported for the second half of their leave. Although Sparta was reputed to have twice as many people as Athens. You couldn’t tell it by looking at this barely a town. It had only a single pub, a general store, a few houses and some temples to the Lords that were still under construction. These looked like they would be more elaborate than the ones in Athens when they were finished. And it also appeared that they were put to use when the workers were not building. There was a small crowd of people waiting for them. One of them stepped forward.

“Hi, I’m Tom Zarek, the major of Sparta, and you must be Commander Illyria.”

“It’s Captain now,” explained Illyria. “My rank got changed when I joined Starfleet. You’re not what I expected. I never thought I would see the infamous terrorist Tom Zarek as Mayor of a small town.”

“Life surprises us all,” agreed Zarek. “As you can see, our tavern is rather small and our Temple of Aphrodite is just a building. There’s no priestesses or even acolytes to run it. But I’m sure your crew saw enough of those sorts of things in Athens. We thought we’d offer you a more wholesome experience. . . . These people have all agreed to host your crew. Each of them will get to spend a couple of days living on a family farm.”

“Well, I thank you for your hospitality,” replied Illyria. “Who will I be staying with?”

“This is Hector Holmes,” introduced Zarek. “His family has a farm near here that you’ll be staying with.”

“I’m pleased to meet you,” said Illyria.

The Holmes family were Saggitarians. They ran a family farm with their two children. They were very religious, but not obnoxious about it. It was a very peaceful two days with them.

On the second day, she walked back to the town to find Mayor Zarek was waiting for her.

“Could I have a moment of your time?” asked Zarek.

“Of course, mister Mayor,” replied Illyria. “How may I help you?”

“Next time we have elections I’m going to run for President of Kobol,” explained Zarek. “And I’m going to win. Most of our people have settled here, where they don’t have to deal with Cylons or aliens. I hope I can count on your loyalty.”

“I have already taken up the admiral’s offer to join the Starfleet,” said Illyria. “And I am loyal to the chain of command. What would you do as president that would require my loyalty, anyway?”

“I intend to pull Kobol our of this Federation of toasters and Aliens. To make Kobol a human only world,” replied Zarek.

“That would not be wise,” countered Illyria. I’ve had time to see what you have, both here and in Athens. And I think both are necessary for the survival of our people. With out the Federation, trade would dry up. I saw two different freighters when I arrived. What happens when they stop coming? You need the factories and trade and scientists that Athens brings you. But you also need to have a place like this, to provide a moral center for our people.”

“I’ll consider what you said,” replied Zarek. “But If you endorse me now, It may help your career advancement after I win . . .”

“I think, as President, you’ll want to know that I can not be persuaded to betray my superiors.” said Illyria. “After all, as president, you will be at the top of my chain of command.”

Kobol - Athens - Starfleet Command - Fleet Admiral Adama’s office

“So you’ve had a chance to see Kobol,” observed Adama. “Are you still interested in Starfleet?”

“More than ever!” said Illyria. “What you’ve built here, . . . are building, . . . is worth protecting. You should be very proud of what you’ve accomplished and I want to be a part of it, It’s just . . . .”

“Yes? . . .” asked Adama. “Got something on your mind?”

“The uniforms sir,” protested Illyria. “To my eyes they look like pajamas!”

“Mine too,” agreed Adama. “And they look better on the young and fit than they do on me. But they are practical. They’re very light weight, well insulated can double as a pressure suit and if you have a hull breach, the collar automatically deploys as a hood that keeps a small amount of air on you so you have more time to get to a pressurized part of the ship. But I agree about the look. Tell you what . . . I’ll look into improving the way they look.”

“Thank you sir,” replied Illyria. “What’s next?”

“You’ll send another 50 people down for leave and the ones that came with you will get to decide whether they want to retire or join Starfleet.” ordered Adama. “Then you and the other Starfleet recruits will get hooked up to the Cerebroedumatron, which most of us just call the learning machine. It will give you a gigantic headache, four years of education as if you had attended Starfleet Academy including knowledge of Colonial Stadard, which you already know and Argos’ Universe Earth English, which you do not know. It will take you a day to recover from that. Then, after you’ve been issued your new uniforms, You’ll go back to the Odyssey and start converting it from a Colonial ship to a Starfleet ship.”

Kobol Orbit - Cruiserstar Odyssey - C&C

There was a second of a musical tinkling as Commander Penelope Illyria materialized out of thin air dressed in strange pajamas.

“Commander!” exclaimed Major Moore. “What the frak is goin’ on? Is this that teleportation machine?”

“I’ve joined the Starfleet and I’m taking this ship with me,” explained Illyria. “Pick 49 officers that we can spare, the higher the rank the better, then you’ll be going with them on 4 days leave on the planet. After your leave, you’ll have a choice, retire there or join Starfleet. I hope you’ll choose to come back here like I did.”

“Are you out of your frakin’ mind!?!” yelled Moore.

“I’ve seen Kobol,” replied Illyria. “They have something worth defending. . . . Just get it done, Major.”

When he returned from Kobol, her XO was convinced and was wearing his own Starfleet uniform.

“Glad to see you’ve signed up,” said Illlyria.

“All that technology, those aliens, peace with the Cylons, that beautiful world . . .How could I not want to be a part of that?” replied Moore. “I’m with you . . . Captain.”

“Glad to have you . . Commander,” replied Illyria. “Now help me get this ship into shape.”

A few hours later they were taking a break with some glasses of ambrosia.

“I forgot to ask you, when you were on leave, did you meet anyone interesting?” asked Illyria.

“You’re going to find this hard to believe, but I met a Cylon that seemed interested in me, Tricia Six.” replied Moore. “We had dinner and talked, nothing happened. But we have plans to meet again in the future. You?”

“I shared a drink with a Medeusan,” admitted Illyria. “I didn’t get the feeling she was interested in me or even what gender she was.”

“We’re quite the pair, aren’t we,” mused Moore. “A few months again we were fighting for our lives, on the run from the Cylons and now . . . now we’re building a better future with the toasters and I’m thinking of dating one!”

“I’m not so sure about dating an alien, but talking with Ruža really showed me that the aliens, even the least human of them, are people.” said Illyria. “But I’m not so sure about this telepathy business. I had an alien waiter read my mind a bring me the drink I wanted before I could ask it. Then, the Medeusan I was talking to started talking to me in my own mind. Such a power could easily be abused in the wrong hands.”

“I had the same thing with the Talosian waiter that brought me the drink I wanted,” mused Moore. “I didn’t make the connection that he read my mind.”

“And three of the members of our Federation can do that,” pointed out Illyria.

“More than three if you count some of the races that might be on the Argos,” said Moore. “Did Tom Zarek hit you up for support?”

“Yeah,” said Illyria.

“Me too,” admitted Moore. “Offered me Captaincy of the Odyssey. I told him I was loyal to you.”

“He gave me a similar offer,” said Illyria. “I told him I respected the chain of command. I didn’t understand at the time that being in Starfleet puts the President of Kobol outside my chain of command. We serve the Federation Council now, not Kobol.”

Deep Space - Battlestar Atalanta - Hanger Deck

“Commander, I think you need to see this,” said Deck Chief Oroville Smalls, as he led Commander Korren into the Raptor that the Cylons came here on.

“What am I looking at?” asked Commander Oedi Korren.

“The computer . . . all the electronics have been replaced! All of this . . . it’s like nothing I’ve even seen before!” explained Chief Smalls.

“New Cylon tech . . . there’s probably a tracker buried in there somewhere. Jettison this Raptor,” ordered Korren.

The two Federation officers continued to hide in plain sight. They walked the corridors of the ship acting as if there were on their way somewhere important, but avoiding the Hanger Deck and C&C. They’d had to remove their Starfleet uniforms and hide them in a space between walls. Since they didn’t have assigned racks, to sleep they would find a closet or cubby hole where if they were found, It would look like they had met there to frak in private and fallen asleep there, a pretense that eventually became reality. But for now, they had managed to blend in to the crew of the Atalanta.

Kobol Orbit - Cruiserstar Odyssey

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Caprica - Caprica City - FNN studios

“Hello friends, and welcome to the D’Anna Biers show. Tonights topic: Telepathy: Gift from God or invasion of privacy. My first guests via subspace link are: Luziana Eight and her wife Boomer Eight from the Starship Argos. Welcome!”

“Thanks, D’Anna,” replied Luziana.

“I’d like to clarify for the benefit of our views who missed you previous appearances on our show that although you look human, in spite of appearances, your actually another race entirely.”

“That’s right D’Anna,” replied Luziana. “I’m Betazoid, a completely different species.”

“And one of the things that makes your people different from Humans is that you are a telepath,” pointed out D’Anna. “How common is this ability amongst your people?”

“Universal,” replied Luziana. “Everyone on my home planet, Beta Zed, is telepathic unless there is something wrong with them.”

“And what’s it like to be a telepath on a planet full of telepaths?” asked D’Anna.

“You can constantly feel the minds of others all around you,” explained Luziana. “You always hear the thoughts of others. I’ve linked up with a Borg once, and I think being on Beta Zed is a little like being a Borg, except we haven’t merged our minds into a single being. We’re still individuals.”

“The Borg I have interviewed say they like being that close to each other in their minds,” observed D’Anna. “Do you miss that kind of contact?”

“Very much,” confessed Luziana. “When it gets to be too much for me, I meet with other telepaths and we link minds.”

“And yet you married someone who can’t share that experience with you,” observed D’Anna. “Boomer, what’s it like being married to a telepath?”

“Sometimes it’s really frustrating,” admitted Boomer. “She has a tendency to read peoples minds and then blurt out the things they would never admit to.”

“So she goes around telling peoples secrets?” asked D’Anna. “Sounds like a security risk.”

“Not really,” replied Boomer. “Those are not the kinds of things she says. It’s more like she tells everyone the embarrassing personal things, like if you are attracted to someone and what you are thinking about doing with that person. And as her wife, I get more of that than anyone else.”

“Sounds like a hard way to live,” observed D’Anna.

“Oh, it’s not all bad,” said Boomer. “We never have misunderstandings because one of us doesn’t know how the other really feels about something.”

“Don’t forget how useful it is in bed,” said Luziana. “You like the way I always know exactly what you want me to do to you.”

“Luziana!” yelled Boomer. “You see what I mean about her blurting things out? She just told the whole galaxy about our sex life, but didn’t mention the emotional intimacy that you can have when your partner can read your feelings and can project her feelings at you. And our baby is able to project her feelings at us too. You can’t imagine how good it feels to feel you own daughter’s mind touching yours.”

“So even though your baby has not been born yet, you can still communicate with her?” asked D’Anna.

“Yes, I’ve been able to hear her thoughts for a while now,” said Luzaina, as she put a hand on her belly. “She doesn’t have language yet, but she does have emotions.”

“And I can feel it when she sends them to me,” added Boomer.

“Sounds like she’s going to be very powerful after she’s born,” observed D’Anna. “Are Betazoids the most powerful telepaths?”

“No. Actually we’re fairly week compared to some of the other races,” replied Luziana.

“Which races are more powerful telepaths than you?” asked D’Anna.

“Well, the Medeusans are so powerful that they can speak to anyone else on their planet,” explained Luziana. “The Talosians are even more powerful and can communicate over interplanetary distances. The Borg have a subspace connection that is like telepathy, that only they can use, and only on each other. It works at intersellar distances. But there are also a lot of Talosians who have joined the Borg. And they brought their ability with them. Our Communications Officer, Lieutenant Solon, is more powerful and any of the other Talosians, so much so that they regard her as a sort of religious figure. And she can . . . let me give you an example. Lieutenant Baltar’s wife is a Daemon that only he can see and hear. I’ve been able to strike up a friendship with her because I can look into his mind and see what he is seeing, even though I can’t see her directly. But Lieutenant Solon can reach into his mind, see her, then project an illusion into all of our minds in a way that is so realistic that we can’t tell that she’s not really there for us. She can also put other illusions in our mind that are so realistic that it’s like being on the holodeck.”

“That’s the room on the Argos where you go to be entertained by holograms that look like reality?” explained D’Anna, for the benefit of her viewers.

“Excactly,” affirmed Boomer.

“But I think the most powerful telepaths are the Vulcans,” said Luziana.

“The Vulcans?” asked D’Anna. “I’m surprised to hear you say that. I thought their telepathy was so weak they had to have physical contact to make it work?”

“Oh, they do,” affirmed Luziana. “They have to touch you in order to initiate telepathic contact. And their process in forming that link is much slower than my people’s. But once they’ve established that link, you see how powerful they really are. They can restore lost memories, remove mental blocks, even re-write your memories. And there’s nothing you can do to stop them from doing what ever they want to your mind once they’re in. Also, if you establish the link your self, It’s the same as if you had let them touch you. Your mind merges with their’s into one being like the Borg, when they’re Mind Melding.

“It sounds very intimate,” observed D’Anna.

“It is!” agreed Luziana. “And scary! It’s sort of like being in the Borg. I linked with a Borg once. Did you know that there is a dedicated group of Borg who take turns having sex so that all the other Borg can feel it constantly? And with their cybernetic enhancements, they can go a lot longer than us normal people.”

“Luziana!” scolded Boomer. “Stop embarrassing the Borg!”

“Thank you for your time, Luziana and Boomer,” said D’Anna. “Our next guest is also aboard the Argos. Please welcome Ensign Betsa. Now, Betsa, your are an Einar, is that correct?”

“That’s what they tell me, D’Anna,” said Betsa. “But actually, telepathy is a rare trait that appears in Andorians. We’re a persecuted minority on my planet and I’m told eventually we’ll form a sub-species of Andorians called Einar.”

“And you are also blind,” pointed out D’Anna.

“Yes, all of my people who have this gift are the same,” explained Betsa. “I guess it’s the price we pay for being able to see into other people’s minds.”

“Don’t you find it debilitating not being able to see?” asked D’Anna. “Doesn’t your disability interfere with your duties?”

“I don’t feel disabled,” replied Betsa. My antennae give me a sense that you don’t have. I haven’t found the Colonial of Argos word for it. It’s like touching, but at a distance. This allows me to move around in the world without bumping into things. And if I really need sight, I can look through someone else’s eyes. The only problem I have is with the touch screens. For that, they gave me a visor that allows me to see them. It gives me a headache, but I tolerate it so I can serve on the bridge in the gamma shift.”

“You were until recently living a stone age life,” said D’Anna. “Has the adjustment to living with technology been a difficult one?”

“It would have been a lot harder without the learning machine,” admitted Betsa. “But the presence of other telepaths has helped a lot. I don’t think a mind-blind Andorian would be able to make the change as easily.”

“Which race do you think are the most powerful telepaths?” asked D’Anna.

“The Talosians,” replied Betsa. “Definately the Talosians.”

“Thank you, Betsa,” said D’Anna. “And on that note, we’ll turn to my next guest, who is coming to us via subspace from Kobol. Please welcome the Talosian Delegate to the Federation Council, Sokra.”

“It is pleasing to see you, D’Anna,” said Sokra.

“My other guests said that your people’s telepathy was very powerful,” stated D’Anna. “How did that come about?”

“Through selective breeding,” answered Sokra. “For generations our people have been practicing selective breeding, mating strong telepaths only with other telepaths of similar strength. And we have encouraged the strongest of us to breed more and discouraged the weak from breeding. As a result, each generation is slightly more powerful than the one before.”

“But isn’t genetic augmentation forbidden by the Federation Charter?” asked D’Anna.

“It is not augmentation, it is merely being selective about who we mate with,” replied Sokra. “Other races are also selective about whom they choose as mates.”

“And my understanding is that amongst your people, you do not use names?” asked D’Anna.

“Yes, each mind has a unique ‘feel’ to it,” explained Sokra. “So we do not need to use names with each other. However, it helps other species to more easily interact with us if they have a name to designate us. So we have adopted them for interacting with the other members of the Federation.”

“Your people were rather enthusiastic about joining the Federation,” observed D’Anna. “Why is that?”

“We do not have religion amongst our people,” explained Sokra. “Nevertheless, meeting Lieutenant Solon activated many of us in the parts of our brains that religion does in other races. She is 100,000 years more selectively bred than us. We immediately knew we wanted her to sire the next generation of our people and we wanted to be a part of her Federation.”

“What do you mean by: ‘sire the next generation’?” asked D’Anna.

“Lieutenant Solon was kind enough to donate all her generative cells to us,” explained Sokra. “This were mixed with the genetic material of our most telepathically powerful males and implanted in our fittest females. The next generation of Talosians will all be her children.”

“Some of my people were the first to join the Borg, when Lieutenant Commander Harry Kim began recruiting new members,” stated D’Anna. “But more recently, large numbers of your people have joined. Does this mean joining the Borg is the future for your people?”

“Those were all members of our race that were considered too telepathically weak to breed,” explained Sokra. “As members of the Borg they can have fulfilling lives and be better connected to other minds through subspace link than they can with their telepathy.”

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Kobol Orbit - Cruiserstar Odyssey - C&C

“DRADIS contact!” announced Lieutenant Carter. ““ . . .Colonial transponder . . . It’s The Atalanta! . . . . She’s launching Vipers!”

“Call the Admiral, see what’s going on,” commanded Captain Penelope Illyria.

“We’re getting a broadcast from Kobol on radio,” announced Lieutenant Sorbo.

“Put it on speaker,” ordered Captain Illyria. “I want to hear this.”

“This is Fleet Admiral William Adama to the Atalanta: welcome to Kobol.”

“You can’t fool us, toasters! This is for Picon!” replied Commander Korren, from the Atalanta.

“Radiological alarm!” announced Commander Moore. “They’re launching multiple nukes! Targets are: . . . the Tartarus, Zeus and and Polvo!”

Kobol - Athens - Starfleet Command - Situation Room

Fleet Admiral Adama looked at the holo-display of the various ships over Kobol. The Atalanta had jumped into the middle of them making it easy for them to be boxed in, but also making it possible for them to attack everyone. He switched from radio to subspace, so the Atalanta would not hear him.

“Tartarus, Jump to Bajor,” commanded Adama. “Don’t come back without my say-so. Galactica, launch Vipers, protect the other ships from theirs. Zeus, Pugita and Polvo, target their nukes and phaser them. Odyssey, I want you to move to a position from which you can shield the planet. Odyssey and Galactica prepare to use artillery to intercept their missiles if the phasers don’t get them all. Pugita, I want you to start transporting people from the Atalanta to our jail.”

“sir, we don’t have that many cells,” pointed out Lieutenant Bamber.
“Right,” said Adama, before speaking into the microphone again. “New orders Pugita. There is a continent South East of Athens that no one has settled on yet. Beam them there, Start with the Viper Pilots, then C&C. Zeus, I want your Communications Officer to look into my mind, find the C&C location on a Mercury Class Battlestar and relay that information to the Pugita’s transporter chief. Put the inhabitants of their C&C in our jail cells.”

Kobol Orbit - Battlestar Atalanta - corridor

Juli ‘Steady’ Drajfus and Ray ‘Hot Stick’ Walston were walking the corridors of the Atalanta, trying to look as if they were on their way, somewhere important. They’d been doing this for weeks, living in constant fear that they would be caught or recognized. And while walking the corridors, they had heard things . . . that the Commander’s plan was to join to when the ‘Cylons’, meaning them, had come from and jump there, guns blazing ready to attack. They were planning to attack Kobol! They knew it was time when the XO got on the PA and announced Condition One, just before they jumped the ship. Now, instead of walking around the ship, they had to run around in order to fit in. There was a musical tinkling sound as they dissolved. It felt like the Argos’ transporter. Except, it took half the time it should have.

Kobol - unsettled continent

They appeared in an open field, a meadow, with 100 other people. More people began appearing after them in batches of 7.

“What the frak!?!” yelled Lieutenant Polis, when he suddenly found himself outdoors on a planet.

More and more of the crew of the Atalanta appeared until most of them were there, Wherever ‘here’ is, all except the people who’d been in C&C. People were quite alarmed when they first arrived and tended to yell, attracting the attention of anyone was already there. The first opportunity they got, Hot Stick and Steady slipped away and into the nearby bushes. By now, so many of the crew had caught them sleeping in odd places that anyone who spotted them creeping into the bushes likely thought they were going off to fool around.

Once they were out of sight, Hot stick pulled his com-badge out of his pocket and activated while Steady pulled her own com-badge out.

“Walston to Federation ship,” said Hot Stick. “Can anyone hear me?”

“Who is this?” said a voice from the com-badge.

“Lieutenants Ray Walston and Juli Drajfus” replied Hot Stick. “We infiltrated the Atalanta and got transported here with the rest of the crew. Can the Argos beam us out of here?”

“The Argos is not in this system,” replied to voice. “But we could bring you aboard the Pugita.”

“All right then, two to beam up,” said Hot Stick.

Once again they felt the tingle of being broken down and reconstituted. When they appeared, they were on a platform with seven circles. They were each standing on one. In front of them was the control desk, behind which was an octopoid looking creature.

“You must be a Medeusan,” said Steady. “I’m Lieutenant Drajfus and this is my partner, Lieutenant Walson.”

“I am Chief Jujać,” said the Medeusan’s voice from the device on his head as his body shifted colours. “Welcome aboard, Sirs.”

“Pleased to meet you,” said Hot Stick as he stepped forward, grabbed one of the Medeusan’s seven hands and shook it.

The Medeusan’s translator made and odd tittering sound and he turned completely blue for an instant before resuming his normal colouration with a little more blue than he had before.

“And I am very pleased to meet YOU!” replied the Medeusan. “I’d heard you Cylons were forward, but I didn’t think you’d hold my hand on first meeting.”

“We’re not Cylon Humans,” replied Steady. “We’re Kobolian Humans.”

“My apologies,” said Chief Jujać. “I still have difficulty telling the different four limbed races apart.”

Kobol - Athens - Starfleet Command - Jail

It took some time to transport all everyone from the Atalanta and its’ Vipers. Between the Talosian Telepathy and Medeusan sensors, they found every one of them. Then there were a series of after action reports to go over. A couple of lost officers had to be debriefed. Finally, it was time to talk to the command staff of the Atalanta. Adama proceeded to the Jail cells with a squad of MACOS and advisors. He hand picked who he would bring, making certain that all the member races of the Federation were represented.

“What the frak!” yelled Major Mirdahk when the saw the Medeusan MACO leading the procession down the hall outside the cells.

The group stopped outside the cell that Commander Korren and Major Mirdahk were sharing.

“Commander Korren?” asked Adama.

“One of your marines is a toaster!,” accused Korren, as he pointed at Ensign Jorje Two.”

“We’ve made peace with the Cylons,” replied Adama. “We’ve even formed a Federal Government that includes them as full citizens, also some other races we’ve met along the way.”

“Aliens!?! You consort with aliens!?!” yelled Korren. “You’re mad!”

Adama stared at him for 30 seconds before saying: “You spaced a couple of my officers.”

“I thought they were Cylons spies!” shouted Mirdahk, as he glared at Ensign Two. “And I was right!”

“We’re on Kobol,” explained Adama. “We’ve re-started our civilization here. Cylons have done the same with Caprica. We’ve formed a Federation with them and all these other people you see here. Each of them is a citizen of the same government we are. Believe it.”

“It’s all a trick from the Toasters!” yelled back Mirdahk.

“Here is what’s going to happen,” began Adama. “Those of you who are willing we get to spend a couple of days on leave here in Athens and another two in our other settlement, Sparta. Sparta is a Humans only community. But Athens is a mixed community of Humans and members of all other races in the federation, including the Cylons. Or order to get this leave, you’ll have to each give your parole that you won’t cause trouble or attack our citizens, including both aliens and Cylons. After your four days leave, you’ll have a choice, either join our Starfleet where you be given the equivalent rank to your current one, or retire from the service. On retirement you can settle on any Federation world you want: here on Kobal where we are majority Human, or the former Colonies, where they are majority Cylon, or even and alien world. Those who refuse to give their parole will be exiled to an unsettled continent, where your crew currently are. So what’s it going to be?”

“Four days leave? . . . I’ll give my parole and order my crew to,” said Korren.

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Organia

There was a shimmer and a musical tinkling as four figures materialized: Captain Data, Lieutenant Solon, Councilor Đaimz and Lieutenant Gaius Baltar. They appeared in what seemed an ordinary town with a medieval level of technology. People were going about their business and seemed not to have noticed the strange people that had appeared in their midst.

“Lieutenant Baltar is your wife present as I requested?” asked Data

“Yes, I mean, Aye sir,” replied Baltar.

“Lieutenant Solon, could you please make Mrs Baltar visible to those who are able to receive your telepathy?”

Data was unable to receive telepathy and thus was not able to see her. But to the other three she appeared to be wearing crimson dress with a very low neck line that left her back bare and high healed shoes that almost had her standing en pointe.

“I’m not really sure what the point of that was,” purred Natasi. “All of you can see me in his mind, anyway, and the Organians probably do too.”

“Well, won’t know that for certain until you interact with one and the by passers
don’t seem to have noticed any of us,” replied Baltar.

“Thank you, Lieutenant Solon. let us proceed,” said Data.

The group traveled to the town hall, which had no guards or locked doors at all to stop them from entering the Council Chamber. When they did so, the councilors were all there waiting for them. They gave the appearance of being a group of old men that were the town council for this small town. But Data knew that they were actually the ruling body of this planet.

“Elders of Organia, I am Captain Data, this is my communications officer, Lieutenant Solon, our ship’s Councilor Đaimz, one of our scientists, Lieutenant Gaius Baltar and his wife, Natasi Baltar. We come here representing the United Federation of Planets.”

“We know who you are,” said an elder. “And we do not appreciate the violence you bring to this peaceful little town. We are just a simple people who only want peace.”

“Sir, we are well aware that you are not, in fact, the simple beings that you appear to be but, in fact, are advanced being of pure energy,” said Data. “There is no reason to put on this pretense for out benefit.”

“Very well, then let us speak plainly,” said another Organian. “We do not approve of the violence your Federation engages in. You are a new power in this galaxy and already you have engaged in violence against the Cylons that chose not to join your Federation and against the Skrrr that one of your members was already in a conflict with.”

“Not to mention the sharing of technology your people have perpetrated on Bajor,” said another Elder. “That will cause old told misery on who knows how many worlds.”

“I believe you are mistaken,” replied Data. “It is not Federation policy to share advanced technology with primitive worlds. In fact, non-interference is our Prime Directive.”

“Not you, her,” said the Organian, pointing at the empty space that Data assumed contained Mrs Baltar.

“Lieutenant Baltar, I am afraid I shall have to ask you to repeat your wife’s response to this accusation,” commanded Data.

“Right, she says that she is an individual and has no knowledge of what the rest of her people are doing,” replied Baltar. “Also, she doesn’t feel she should be held responsible for the actions of others of her kind.”

“I quite agree,” said Data. “However I would like to be advised about what the Daemons are doing on Bajor. Would you care to enlighten me?”

“It’s those sub-space sailing ships,” complained the Organian. “The Daemons have told all those who would listen to them about them. Now they are building them all over Bajor so that they can explore and colonize their neighbors. . . which is exactly what you do.”

“Again, I believe you are mistaken,” replied Data. “We only establish colonies on uninhabited worlds, not ones that already have an indigenous population. We also, not not approve of such behavior as you accuse the Bajorans of engaging in and I promise we will look into it.”

“Soon it will be too late,” replied the Organian.

“We had hoped we might be able to persuade you to join our Federation,” said Councilor Đaimz. “I too am an energy being and have decided join with them and even bring my precursor people into our Federation. The violence against the dissident Cylons and Skrrr was initiated by them. We only acted to defend ourselves.”

“It’s still violence and we do not approve,” said an Organian. “Captain, I must ask you and your people to leave. You are still too primitive for us to associate with.”

“Very well, we shall leave,” announced Data, as he tapped his com-badge. “Four to beam up. If you change your mind, you know where to reach us.”

The Organian’s reply was cut off by the transporter beam whisking them away.

Deep Space - USS Argos - Baltar’s quarters

Once they were alone in their quarters, Gaius Baltar confronted his wife about the accusations against her people.

“Do you really not know what your people are up to?” asked Baltar.

“My people are made up of individuals, just like you,” said Natasi, as she caressed his head and stepped behind him. When she came back around him, her dress had vanished, making her lacy undergarments visible to him. “I have no specific knowledge about what my people are doing on Bajor. But I know that they, like me are advising their people as best they can to help them improve their lives.” She pushed him down on the bed, climbed on top of him and straddled him while her hands ran over her own body for his entertainment and she continued to advise him. “Haven’t I always given you the advice you need? Haven’t I always taken care of you?” She reached behind and unhooked her bra, sliding it off her shoulders, it vanished when she tossed aside.

“You do give me what I need,” agreed Baltar, as he reached up to caress his wife.

“And that is why I am advising you to slow down on the instant learning,” said Natasi, as she leaned forward so he could more easily reach her. There faces were almost touching as she told him. “I’m afraid that learning machine might injure your brain. You don’t have to learn every single branch of science.”

“And I’m sure you’ll find some way of keeping me distracted from it,” said Baltar, before pulling her into a kiss.

Deep Space - USS Argos - Nog’s quarters

Hearing about what the Bajorans were up to was giving Nog ideas. He could smell profit in the wind. As a Ferengi, he was considered hopelessly inept at business. He just didn’t have the lobes for it. But compared to most humans he was a financial genius. For example, he’d brought a little gold with him when he was stationed on the Galactica. And he deliberately lost it all to those visiting Cylons. But this allowed him to make a deal with them that resulted in him getting paid a tiny royalty every time a Caprican tree was planted on Earth. It wasn’t very much, but over time it was adding up. He was accumulating quite a fortune.

But right now, he was having dinner with his wife: Ensign Valerii Eight. As they usually did, she was sitting on his lap and would chew his food before passing it to him with a kiss. By now, her baby bulge was quite visible.

“Soon you’ll be doing this for our son,” observed Nog.

She responded by grabbing him by the ears, pulling him into a kiss and passing the food to him before answering him.

“Yeah, but I don’t think I will be quite so sensual about it with him,” said Eight. “Listen, I was wondering if it would be alright if I invited one of my co-workers from Engineering over for dinner one night.”

“I don’t mind,” replied Nog. “Who do you have in mind?”

“Ensign Chen,” replied Eight. “He started a relationship with a Medeusan. I thought inviting them over would be a good way to get to know her.”

“Is it a her?” asked Nog. “I can’t really tell.”

“You know, me either,” replied Eight. “I guess I just assumed his romantic partner would be female. I guess it doesn’t really matter to us.”

“Maybe we should ask her?” suggested Nog.

“You don’t think that would be rude?” asked Eight.

“If it turns out to be, we can apologize afterwards,” replied Nog.

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Deep Space - USS Argos - Nog’s quarters

The door chirped, letting them know that their guests had arrived.

“I’ll get it, Valerii Eight told Nog, as she walked over to the door to welcome their guests. She pushed the button and the door opened.

“Oh! gasped Ensign Chen, who was just outside the door with Ensign Đžain, his Medeusan romantic partner. “I didn’t realize! . . did we come to early? We can come back later!”

“No, you’re right on time,” said Eight. “Why would you think you’re early?”

“Well, it just that . . .” Chen broke eye contact and glanced down at her unclothed body.

“Oh!” said Eight, now realizing the source of his discomfort. She tried explaining herself: “I’m a model Eight Cylon, so I feel more comfortable when I’m not wearing anything. And Nog is Ferengi, so he prefers for his female not to wear clothes. And since Medeusans don’t wear clothes either, I didn’t think you would mind. I can go put my uniform back on if it bothers you.”

“No, it’s fine,” soothed Chen. “You just surprised me is all. I didn’t want you to be upset that we had caught you like this. But if you don’t mind being seen like this, I don’t mind being able to see all of you.”

“And you must be Đžain,” said Eight as she offered her hand to shake. “Chen has told me so much about you.”

The Medeusan turned a flash of blue for an instant as she looked at the offered hand. The Universal Translator gave off a musical chirp, which was repeated along with the flashes of blue in time with the handshaking the two beings did.

“I am pleased to mean you,” said Đžain, via the Universal Translator that was interpreting the colour changes that moved across her bare skin.

When Eight tried to release the handshake, Đžain held on for a second longer than she expected.

“Come on in,” said Eight as she guided their guests to the table. There were two chairs and a backless short stool at the table, which was set with various dishes to eat.

Eight sat on Nog’s lap like she usually does before she thought to ask: “It’s traditional for the mates of Ferengi males to chew the food for their males. Will that offend you?”

“No, not at all,” said Chen. “Go ahead.”

“If you don’t mind my asking,” began Nog. “I can’t tell by looking what gender you are.”

“I’m male,” replied Chen.

“I think he means me,” chided Đžain. “My people are hermaphroditic. We have both male and female parts.”

“What pronoun would you like me to call you?” asked Nog.

“We don’t use gendered pronouns in our everyday language,” explained Đžain. “They only show up in our pornography and only in reference to what the character is doing. A person can be referred to as both ‘him’ and ‘her’ in the same sentence this way.”

“How does that even work?” asked Nog.

Đžain held out one of its’ seven tentacles, which had a seven-fingered hand at the end of it.

“Do you see this line on my palm?” asked Đžain. “When I become aroused, it opens up to become a female organ. My fingers can also function as male organs when I’m aroused.”

“So you have seven of them?” observed Nog. “I wish I could see what it looks like when it’s open.”

“The one I shook Eight’s hand with IS open,” replied Đžain. “But we only show our open palms when we want to mate with someone. Holding hands is to us what a kiss is to humans. And if we want to make it more intense, we might rub our palms together or our fingers. I still get caught off guard every time someone wants to hold my hand and rub our palms together. It’s like if every other race wanted to kiss you on first meeting them and they used their tongue.”

“If you have seven hands, then you could mate with all seven of them,” suggested Eight.

“In theory we could,” agreed Đžain. “And each hand that you use to enter or be entered by your partner adds a level of pleasure. So when we mate we try to stick as many fingers in our partner as we can. But the palms won’t let us use all seven. Generally all we need is to become aroused to open one palm. This is our equivalent to that casual sex that Crewman Medi likes. In order to get a second palm to open, we have to love our partner. Each palm that opens requires a greater level of love between the partners. If someone can get your third palm to open, you love that person so much you generally get married to them. You have to use telepathic contact to reach four or more palms. You have to be able to see the love in your partner’s mind. Most people never make it past five palms. very few people have ever been able to open six of all seven palms.”

“Looking at your hand, It looks like you could use the fingers of the same hand to enter your partner’s palm at the same time,” observed Eight.

“Yes. We can,” agreed Đžain. “It’s a good way of seeing if your partner feels the same way. Is she able to open herself as much as you are to him?”

“You said each one you enter or have entered adds a layer of pleasure,” stated Eight. “Couldn’t you get around that by using multiple partners?”

“Yes you can,” agreed Đžain. “But you can only open your palms to each partner a number of times that reflects how you feel about them. In theory, I could open myself to seven different partners, each of who I only felt strong enough to open one palm to. This would allow me to feel the intense pleasure of using all seven hands without having to be an adept at the love arts. For this reason most Medeusans marry more than one person at a time.”

“You didn’t tell me that,” said Chen. “I can only fill five at a time of yours. After we get married, are you going to want to bring in more husbands?”

“You didn’t tell me you wanted to get married!” gasped Đžain. “Yes. I’ll marry you. And it case you hadn’t noticed You are only able to get to five with me because of your limited body parts. There have been times when all seven of my palms are open. Because I feel this strongly, I would never bring another husband or wife into our marriage that you didn’t approve of.”

Chen reached out and took her by the hand, rubbing their fingers together.

“What are Ferengi customs about marriage?” asked Chen.

“A Ferengi male can traditionally have as many females as he can afford,” said Nog. “There are strict rules to govern it. “And I never thought I would have ever one. But I’ve currently got enough gold that I could afford four females if I wanted. It’s just . . . She’s better at acting like a Ferengi female than any Ferengi I’ve ever met! I’m afraid if I bring home more females, it will mess up this perfect life we’ve build for ourselves.”

Nog rubbed Eight’s pregnant belly that held their unborn son. She responded by grabbing his ear, which he was enjoying a little too much, so he pulled her hand away and held it, imitating the hand motions of their guests.

“So . . . seven huh?” said Eight. “And you said that was pretty rare?”

“Oh, you don’t know how rare it is for me to love him some much I can open myself completely to him,” replied Đžain. “It’s like those one in the thousand year stories that you read about, but no one believes could ever be true!”

“Sounds romantic,” sighed Eight.

“So what are Cylon marriages like?” asked Đžain.

“We don’t have them,” replied Eight. “In part because we are such a new race. My model appears to be leading the way on that. Another model Eight became the first Cylon to marry, ever. She married a Human. And Nog and I were the first Cylon/alien marriage.

“Does prostitution exist amongst your people?” asked Nog.

It does,” confirmed Đžain. “There are the ones that can only open one for you and they will let you in their palm along with up to six of your friends. These are the lowest paid ones. But there is a religious order of Harlots that teaches their members to love everyone unconditionally. These people are able to feel unconditional love for you so strong that they can open more that one palm for you and it doesn’t matter if you don’t love them back. There is a directory where they are listed and the number they are able to reach. The number of Harlots that can reach seven is small enough I can count them on one hand. If your are willing to let them into your palms and can reach the same number as them, if that number is 3 or more, they don’t charge you for it.”

“You can show them your open palm if you want,” offered Chen, as a wave of blue washed over her skin.

“Alright . . .” said Đžain, as she held our her hand for them.

“I don’t want to mate with you,” said Nog. “But I am curious to see it.”

“You can look too,” said Đžain, as she held out her hand to Eight.

She held Đžain’s hand in her’s palm up as she looked at it. Only the other hand, the crack was open and pulsating. The edges had swollen to form a sort of lips and they and the skin around it had turned bright blue.

“I did this to you?” asked Eight. “Just by shaking your hand?”

“Y-yes,” replied Đžain. “You can put your finger in me if your want.”

“I think there needs to be a rule about not shaking hands of Medeusans,” observed Eight.

“Go ahead if your want,” suggested Nog.

Eight made serious eye contact with her husband. Did he really mean it? Hoping he was truthful in his permission, she slide her index finger into the hole in Đžain’s palm. It felt like it would stretch some, so she added her middle finger.

“It feels similar to a human, but not quite the same,” explained Eight.

Suddenly, Đžain started trashing and her skin patterns started changing rapidly in kaleidoscopic beauty.

“Close your eyes!” warned Chen.

He and Nog did so, but Eight turned her gaze upward and caught the full glory of the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Her brain was overwhelmed by the sight and she fainted. Luckily, she was still sitting on Nog’s lap and he was able to catch her.

When Eight awoke, Nog was holding her in his arms. Chen and Đžain had already left.

“What happened?” asked Eight.

“The sight of Đžain reaching her climax made you faint,” explained Nog. “How do you feel?”

“Like I want to drag you into bed and have a climax of my own,” replied Eight, as she stroked his ear.

“I think they felt the same way,” replied Nog. “Chen practically dragged her out of here. I know I feel that way. Let’s go to bed, my female!”

He had finished several times, and brought her to climax in the middle of that. Currently Nog was holding himself over here both so he could look into her eyes and so they could still stay conjoined.

“I really try my best to act like a good Ferengi female,” said Eight, has she reached up and stroked his ears.

“You’re better than any Ferengi female!” praised Nog.

“If you want more females, I really wouldn’t mind,” said Eight.

“As I said earlier, you’re the only female I want,” replied Nog. “Besides, it wouldn’t be fair for me to enter other females and not let you have other males enter you and I wouldn’t like that. It was interesting to see you stick your fingers in Đžain’s palm, But I wouldn’t want to see him stick his fingers in you. I want your all to myself.”

“I thought that with Đžain was interesting too,” agreed Eight. “And if you change your mind about wanting other females, know that I want you to have anything you want!

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Mars Orbit - Cruiserstar Odyssey - C&C

“Report!” Commanded Captain Penelope Illyria.

“DRADIS shows two Basestars with Federation transponder signals as well as two large structures in orbit,” reported Lieutenant Mikrieri. One is cubic, the other appears to be a shipyard.”

“Captain, we are being hailed,” reported Lieutenant Persa.

“On speaker,” Commanded Illyria.

What came our of the speaker sounded like thousands of voices speaking in unison. In addition, they could hear these voices in their heads.

“We are the Borg. You ship will be adapted to serve our Federation. A pilot will be sent to guide your ship into the shipyard. You will yield control of your ship to us.”

Suddenly there was a tinkling sound as a transporter beam started to materialize a humanoid shape. It was much slower that the ones they had experienced when visiting Kobol. When they were there, they had been transported by the more advanced Medeusan version of the technology. The beam solidified in an amalgam of man and machine. This Borg had been made from a model One Cylon. His left arm had been replaced by a claw-like mechanical one. His left Eye replacement protruded prominently from his face. His body was covered in a black skin-tight body suit with various mechanical devices protruding. He walked over to the helm and unceremoniously pulled Lieutenant Larsun from his seat, giving himself access to the controls.

“We are being hailed by the Base ship,” reported Lieutenant Persa.

“I’ll get it here,” said Illyria, as she picked up the receiver.

“Are you enjoying Borg hospitality yet?” said a familiar female voice.

“What can I do for you Captain?” asked Illyria. She knew that the other captain was a model Six from her voice. And it didn’t cost here anything to be polite and use her title. The Cylons were supposed to be at peace with them and part of the same Federation.

“I can tell from your voice one of my sisters has wronged you. I’m Captain Sarah Six on the Basestar Eris. And I apologize for the misdeeds of my sisters. But we’re all Federation now. Look, I know the Borg can be terribly dull. Your crew are going to be bored to tears if they stay on the Mars colony the whole time your ship is being re-built. So I’m inviting your crew to come aboard the Eris for some R&R. We can give you a tour of our ship, throw a few parties, and even show you the sights in this system. What do you say?”

“I’ll send a Raptor over as soon as we’re in the shipyard. Illyria, Out” After hanging up the receiver, she turned to her 1st Officer. “They want to invite us over for R&R. What to you think?”

“It could be a friendly invitation from a Federation ship . . . or it could be a trap,” said Moore.

“Why don’t you and a squad of MACOS go accept their invitation after we’re in the slip?” commanded Illyria. “If it’s safe, call me and tell me that you’d like to share a drink with me over there.”

“Aye Captain,” said Moore. “I’ll get right on that.”

After the ship was guided into the slip, the Borg pilot turned to Illyria.

“Your crew is not needed for the upgrade. We have limited in recreational facilities,” said the Borg. “Your crew may spend the interval of our upgrade either on the planet or visiting the Base ships.”

“Thank you. I was just going to send some people over to the Eris,” replied Illyria.

“All personnel should be evacuated during the upgrade phase,” replied the Borg.

“Wait a minute! You can’t just order us off the ship!” exclaimed Illyria.

The Borg responded by walking over to the subspace transceiver control panel. A filament shot out of his artificial arm into the control panel. Suddenly the Admiral’S voice was on the speakers.

“Captain Illyria, one of my Borg subordinates says you have concerns. Is there a problem?” Asked Fleet Admiral Adama.

“Sir, the Borg want us to evacuate the ship,” reported Illyria.

“Go ahead and do that,” commanded Adama. “They may be exposing the inside of the ship to vacuum during the refit and don’t want your people in the way. I suggest you take advantage of this time to visit the planet and get to know the people on the Eris.”

“Aye sir,” replied Captain Illyria, before turning to her crew. “You heard the Admiral, let’s start sending people down to the planet.”

Commander Moore sat in the co-pilot’s seat as they pulled the Raptor into the landing bay of the Basestar. Once they had landed, they had to wait while the bay was re-pressurized. After the light turned green, the light came on, and the door in front of them opened. A blonde Model Six Cylon in a Starfleet uniform and a pair of Centurions that had Starfleet uniforms painted on, as well as their names painted on their chests.

“Welcome aboard! You must be Commander Moore. I’m Captain Sarah Six. These two will see that your ship gets refueled while I give you the tour. Come with me.”

Hesitantly, Moore led the MACOS through the ship. He was relieved that there was no attempt to take their weapons away from them.

“The Borg don’t have much in the way of recreational facilities on the planet,” explained Captain Six as she lead them through the corridors of the Base ship. “This is in part because they are a group mind and any pleasure that one of them feels, they all feel. So they do have a small bar where a few of them can kick back and relax. But only a few of them need use it at any one time. As a result we have had to expand our own shipboard amenities. We have rec rooms where each model can relax and socialize with only their own brothers or sisters. But while you’re here, we’ll open up access so your people can use any of them. We don’t have enough racks for all your people at once, but we’re going to make them ‘hot bunks’ while you’re here. Tell your people that can sleep in any free rack they find.”

As they toured the Base ship, Commander Moore was relieved to see that the various Twos, Threes, Sixes, Eights and Centurions he saw walking the hall were all wearing Starfleet uniforms. Her tour was pretty thorough and ended up in their version of a control room.

“Now that you’ve seen our ship, I expect you’ll want to call your captain and report,” said Captain Six, as she stuck her hand in the water tray. “I’ve activated the Com. You can speak and they’ll hear you on the Odyssey.”

“Captain, can you hear me?” asked Moore.

“Loud and clear Commander,” replied the voice of Captain Illyria. “How is it over there?”

“It looks safe here,” reported Moore. “They have some rooms set aside for recreation. I’d like to share a drink with you over here.”

“Understood,” replied Illyria. “I’d like to speak with their captain.”

“I’m here, Captain Illyria,” replied Captain Six.

“Captain, do you have an suggestions about how we proceed with this?” asked Illyria.

“They’ll probably want to upgrade your Raptors too,” replied Captain Six. “You have a small landing bay. I suggest you have your pilot bring back the one you sent here and take all your Raptors outside and tether them to the ship. That will make room for our Heavy Raiders to come over and ferry your people over here.”

“Acknowledged,” said Illyria. “Commander Moore, make it so.”

Captain Illyria went on the last Heavy Raider to ferry her people over to the Eris. After her tour of the Basestar, its’ captain brought her to the recreation room usually reserved for the Sixes. But now, in addition to the model Six Cylons of every shade of hair colour, there was also a number of her people enjoying the room, which was laid out in tables and chairs with a bar on the near end of the room.

Captain Illyria, her 1st Officer: Commander Moore, Captain Sarah Six and her 1st officer: Commander Cynthia Six were sharing a table.

“It’s a nice ship you have here captain,” said Illyria. “But I don’t want you to spend all of your time entertaining me. You have a ship to run. Do you have any suggestions as to what to do while we are here?”

“Well, there’s not much point in touring the Borg facilities,” said Captain Six. “There’s not much to see. But there are some interesting geological features on the planet below. The most interesting one is the Pyramids of Elysium. Also we could take the Eris to the other planets in the system. As long as we stay in system, we’re still guarding things here. The most interesting planets to see are Venus and Earth, both of which, like Mars, have been Terraformed. I say Mars was terraformed but it’s much to cold to go our without a flight suit. Venus and Earth, however, are warm enough you can wear normal clothes. Earth has been planted with a variety of plants from Kobol and the Colonies. And Venus has been planted by the Talosians and Medeusans with plants from their home planet. Both worlds are mostly bare, but we could go visit the planted areas. Other than that, there‘ just the rec rooms on our ship.”

Mars - Elysium Plain

Captain Illyria, along with a group of her crew were in a Heavy Raider, piloted by a model Eight. All of them were in flight suits.

“If you look down there, when the light hits it right, that mountain looks a little like a face,” said Lieutenant Cho Eight. “But the really interesting thing here is the Pyramids.”

Captain Illyria looked where the pilot was pointing. There was a cluster of four-sided pyramids, the size of mountains. They weren’t perfect. Time had worn off and broken off bits of them.

“Are they a natural formation?” asked Illyria.

“We thought so at first,” replied Eight. “But they’re made of transparent aluminum. You just can’t tell because they are so scratched up.”

After they landed at the base of one, they walked over close enough that they could touch it. It was covered in scratches, some deep, other as fine as hair. But if you looked closely, you could see minuscule patches that were still clear, but too small to see through.

“Does anyone know how old this is?” asked Illyria, via radio.

“The Borg have estimated that their are about 3 billion years old,” replied Eight.

“Three billion years . . . So someone was here to build this 3 billion years ago,” said Illyria. “I wonder what happened to them?”

“No one knows . . .” replied Eight.

Earth

Earth . . . it wasn’t a myth, it was a real place! And now Captain Illyria was standing on it’s surface looking out at a field full of tiny seedling trees . . . Someday this planet would have enough life to support a colony . . . . Someday, there would be enough humans to establish that colony . . .

“Someday . . .” said Illyria as she looked across the field of tiny seedling trees and felt the wind of Earth blowing on her face.

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Deep Space - USS Argos - Ten Forward

“Are you sure you shouldn’t be staying in bed in your condition?” asked Lieutenant Boomer Eight.

“Nonsense! I am fully capable to getting around until the day this baby is born!” replied Chief Luziana Eight, as she waddled towards a table where Lieutenant Gaius Baltar appeared to be talking to himself.

“Hi Gaius, hi Natasi,” greeted Boomer as she attempted to aid her Betazoid wife to the table. Even though she couldn’t see her, Boomer knew Gaius had to be in conversation with his wife, that she couldn’t see or hear. “Do you mind if we join you?”

“Not at all,” replied Baltar. “You two are always welcome at our table.”

“I’m surprised to see you moving around in your condition,” said Natasi.

“I’m pregnant, not an invalid,” snapped Luziana at what looked like an empty chair to her wife. “Besides, I’m not the only one,”

She indicated a trio of engineers that had stopped bay after their shift: Lieutenant Charles Chen, his Medeusan wife: Lieutenant Đžain Chen, and their co-worker: Lieutenant Valerii Eight, a model Eight Cylon who also appeared to be heavily pregnant.

Suddenly, the whole room lurched, throwing people out of their chairs and the lights went out.

Deep Space - USS Argos - Bridge

After the ship lurched, the bridge was thrown into pitch darkness.

“Report.” Lieutenant Commander Harry Kim ordered his officers.

“Power appears to have gone out,” reported Lieutenant Gran.
“We can see that,” replied Kim. “Our cybernetic systems appear to be effected also. They are rebooting. Can anyone see well enough to assist me into the Captain’s chair?”

“I can’t see a frakin’ thing!” said Starbuck. “But if I can find you, I’ll help pick you up.”

“There is no need,” replied the blind Ensign Betsa. “I don’t need to see. I’ll help you.”

“I can also navigate in the dark,” added Lieutenant Gran, who was andorian and thus able to ‘feel’ things at a distance.

After the two of them had helped Kim into the Captain’s chair some of the lights in his components started to light up.

By the time his systems were fully rebooted, some of the touch screens were also lighting up with the reload icon.

“It appears we have lost power to at least the Bridge, if not the whole ship,” reported Lieutenant Gran. “Your own loss of power to your Borg implants would tend to point towards that possibility.”

“We’re starting to re-establish contact with the other Borg on the ship,” said Kim. “It appears to be a ship-wide phenomena.”

“Where was the Captain before all this happened?” asked acting 1st Officer Lieutenant Kara ‘Starbuck’ Thrace.

“He was in the holodeck with a group of the junior officers,” replied Kim.

Deep Space - USS Argos - Holodeck 3

Captain Data was attempting a team building exercise by running them through the ‘Three Musketeers’ program. He was with Lieutenant Nog, Ensign Vonik and Ensign Tabi in the midst of a sword fight with the Cardinal’s men when everything when black.

“Computer, end program . . . Computer Arch . . . Computer increase illumination . . . It appears that the holodeck systems are completely disabled,” observed Captain Data.

“How do we get out of here?” asked Vonik.

“We need to carefully work our way to a wall, then feel our way to the exit,” explained Data. “From there, we can manually open the door.

“I can hear, by the echo that the nearest is wall is that way . . . “ said Nog, before he realized none of them could see where he was pointing. “Just follow my voice. It’s only 4 meters way.”

Deep Space - USS Argos - Ten Forward

The front window gave them some light. But they were in deep space so the starlight was not very bright.

“Oh! I think my water just broke!” moaned Luziana.

“Mine too!” moaned Valerii Eight.

“Does anybody have experience delivering babies?” asked Luziana.

“I’ve done the medical program on the learning machine, but I have no practical experience,” offered Baltar.

“Oh! Does any have any prior first hand experience delivering babies?” moaned Luziana, as she started telepathically scanning around the room. “You! Commander Worf!”

“No!” protested Worf.

“I know you can do it, You’ve done it before!” moaned Luziana.

“Not on purpose!” protested Worf “Besides It’s too dark for me to see what I am doing!”

“Then you’ll have to do it by feel,” said Luzaina, before asking her wife: “Help me get this uniform off.”

“I am NOT going to touch you down there!” protested Worf. “You are a married woman!”

“It’s alright! You can touch her as much as you want,” yelled Boomer. “Just deliver the baby safely!”

“Baltar, you could help me, if you want,” said Valerii Eight.

“I’ve only downloaded the knowledge,” protested Baltar. “I don’t have any practical experience.”

“It’s all right, Gaius. I’ll talk you through it,” said Natasi.

“I’m afraid you’ll need to take your uniform off,” said Baltar, nervously.

“Not a problem,” laughed Valerii Eight. “I’m an Eight, and married to a Fernegi. The only reason I’m wearing it now is I just got off duty.”

Deep Space - USS Argos - Bridge

“I looks like all the computers on the ship have gone down,” reported Lieutenant Gran. It’s going to take hours to get them all re-booted. We can speed the process by limiting when ones are working until the main computer is fully rebooted.”

“Understood,” replied Lieutenant Commander Harry Kim. “Well have our fellow Borg go to Life support and manually restart it. Life support and other critical systems shall be our priority.”

Deep Space - USS Argos - Holodeck 3

“Now that we have found the wall, it is just a mater of working working our way around the room clockwise until we find the door,” said Data.

Deep Space - USS Argos - Ten Forward

“I need a hand to hold on to . . Đžain!” yelled Valerii Eight, before she realized her friend’s Universal Translator was not working an she was strugling to understand the language. Reaching behind her, Valerii Eight grabbed two of her Medeusan friend’s hands and pulled her to help support her back as she squatted.

“I can feel him! The baby’s crowning!” said Baltar. “Push!”

Valerii Eight screamed an agony of the strain as she tried to push her baby out.

“One more, push. You can do it!” coaxed Baltar.

Valerii Eight squeezed her friend’s hands as she bore down and pushed.

“He’s a boy!” said Baltar, as he cleaned it with a table cloth and he began to cry.

“Would you like to hold him for a second?” asked Baltar. “We’ve still got to push the afterbirth out.”

Realizing that she was probably nodding and he couldn’t see her, he handed her the baby anyway.

“He’s not ‘our baby’ he’s hers,” said Balter, to Natasi. “I know you like babies but you’ve got to stop getting so attached to other people’s babies!”

“Why haven’t you gotten this baby out of me!” yelled Luzaina.

“The baby will come when she’s good and ready,” growled Worf.

Luziana turned on her wife: Boomer Eight, who was holding her hand: “Your parents were never married!”

“Yes, dear,” said Boomer as she continued to offer her wife support.

“Come on! You can do this!” coaxed Medi, who was holding her other hand. “Lots of women have done this before. Women all over the galaxy do this every day. I believe in you!”

There was a flicker and the lights came on.

“Don’t you dare move your hands Mister Worf!” screamed Luziana.

“But we need to cover you!” protested Worf. “People will see you naked!”

“I don’t care if people see me naked!” screamed Luziana. “Every has already seen me naked! Just get this baby out of me!”

(You need to calm down. You are projecting and you are giving the mind-blind a headache,) telepathically projected Lieutenant Nichi, one of the Talosian members of the crew who was in Ten Forward with them.

After much struggle and labor, Luziana finally birthed her daughter, It had just fallen into Worf’s hands when Doctor Salar walked into the club.

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Caprica - Caprica City - FNN studios

“Hello friends, and welcome to the D’Anna Biers show. Tonights topic: Cylon Babies. My first guests are the Agathon family. Captain Karl Agathon is the Captain of the Basestar Tartarus. Also with us is his wife and First Officer: Commander Sharon ‘Athena’ Agathon and their other wife: Caprica Agathon, better known as Caprica Six. They’re here with their children: Hera, Jason and Medea. I’m sorry to say I can’t tell over subspace whether the fourth member of their marriage, the Daemon known as: Ratlab is present.”

“Yes he is,” said Caprica.

“Alright, so Sharon, you were not only the first Cylon ever to get married by you are also the first one to ever become pregnant. “Did you have to go through any special procedures to make Hera’s birth possible?”

“No D’Anna, we just made her the way humans usually make babies together,” replied Athena.

“It was the same with same with Medea,” added Caprica. “No medical intervention was planned at all. Just normal Human reproduction.”

“So are your children Cylon?” asked D’Anna.

“It depends on what you consider to be Cylon, D’Anna,” said Karl. None of our children have Cylon implants of any kind. But they also have half their DNA from their mothers. They’re 100% human. But they’re half Cylon Human.”

“Is it possible that the Daemon, Ratlab, is the father of some of these children?” asked D’Anna.

“It’s not possible for members of different species to make children together,” replied Caprica. “And even if it were, Ratlab is only visible to me. It wouldn’t possible for Sharon to mate with him.”

So you’re saying that you’re living proof that Cylons can have children with Kobolian Humans.

“Well you are, after all, the children of the 13th Tribe of Humanity,” said Karl.

“Thank you, friends,” said D’Anna. “My next guests are on the Starship Argos. Please welcome back: Lieutenant Nog from the planet Ferenginar, in the Argos Universe, his wife: Valerii Eight and their son: Rom.”

“Actually, I prefer to be called his female, not his wife,” said Eight, who was not wearing clothes. “It’s more Ferengi.”

“Nevertheless, you were the first Cylon to marry a non-human,” pointed out D’Anna. “How were you able to become pregnant by a non-human?”

“We needed help from Doctor Salar,” explained Eight.

“She was able to mix genetic samples from both of us and make a viable Zygote that could implanted in her,” said Nog.

“Did the Doctor have to do any special procedures to safely deliver the babyP” asked D’Anna.

“Actually, he was delivered, by feel, in near total darkness by someone who had only learned how with the learning machine,” said Eight.

“Your baby looks a bit unusual for a human,” said D’Anna. “Is this because of the other half of his heritage?”

“That’s right, D’Anna,” said Eight. “My skin tone was designed to look Canceron and his is, like that. So the orangish tint is halfway between our shades. And the ears are because of his Ferengi heritage. If he were pure Ferengi they would be much larger.”

“But they may grow to normal size when he hits puberty,” added Nog.

“Thank you, Eight and Nog,” said D’Anna. “My next guests have taken Eight as their family name. Please welcome: Boomer Eight and her wife: Luziana, with their daughter: Dunja.”

“Thank you, D’Anna,” said Luziana.

“Boomer, you were the first Cylon ever to father a child;” said D’Anna. “Since you are both female, how was that possible?”

“It took a lot of medical intervention to mix our genes and make a viable embryo,” replied Luziana. “But once we had one, it was implanted in me and I carried it like a normal child.”

“Did you have to do anything special to deliver her?” asked D’Anna.
“No. She had her in Ten Forward, the Officer’s club,” said Boomer.

“And the First Officer delivered her,” added Luziana.

“She looks completely human to me,” observed D’Anna.

“I suppose over sub space she does,” said Luziana. “Humans do think we Betazoids resemble them. But to us, our two people look completely different. You’re not seeing her with your mind.”

“Our Dunja can both receive and send emotions,” said Boomer. “She’s does this so strongly even I can feel it.”

“Thank you, Boomer and Luziana,” said D’Anna. “Our next guest is coming to us from The Kobolian Science institute. Please welcome Ellen Tight.”

“Thank you, D’Anna,” said Ellen.

“We’ve been talking with several Cylon parents about their children,” why aren’t there more Cylon parents?” asked D’Anna.

“It’s by design,” explained Ellen. “The resurrection module makes it impossible for you to conceive children if you attempt it with someone you also has one. Besides, there aren’t enough different models for Cylons to be a viable reproductive race on their own. If you want to have children you are going to have to mate with Kobolian humans.”

“Are there many humans who would be willing to mate with a Cylon?” asked D’Anna.

“I’m not sure how many women would,” admitted Ellen. “Not after all that has happened to them. But there are thousands of unmarried men on Kobol who are still fertile enough to sire children and need wives.”

Kobol - Starfleet Command - Fleet Admiral Adama’s office

“I though I might catch you here,” said Laura Roslin-Adama, as she walked into his office and put her are around him. The images on his computer screen made her courious. “What are you working on?”

“New uniforms,” replied Bill Adama. “The current ones look to much like pajamas for my taste and are not very flattering on old farts like me. Put the problem is that we’re not just humans. We keep our ships at a temperature that is comfortable for humans, but not ever race agrees with that, especially on the Argos, where they have the most different races. Some of the races, like the Andorians, think that we keep the ships too hot. Others, like the Tarquinians, Vulcans and Medeusans, think we keep it too cold. The current design helps with that because it is well insulated and in an emergency can act as a pressure suit. It even has a hood that extents to act as a sort of short term space suit.”

“So how will you please everyone?” asked Roslin

“Well, I would have to offer options within limits,” said Adama. “Some of the races, like the Medeusans and the Eights don’t normally wear clothing at all. If they look too human, like the Eights do, they’ll still be required to wear a uniform while on duty. But I’m going to make the current uniform like underwear and offer more layers to go over it. I’ve been looking over the past Starfleet uniforms from the Argos Universe and I quite like the mid 23 century ones with their solid colour shirt, black pants and boots. I’ll keep the modern colours of Red for command, gold for engineering, security and support services and blue for science. But I’ll also have Green for Captain. I’ll make the collars of the shirts bigger so there will be room for the hood to deploy from the underwear, if needed. And I’ll add a black jacket. We’ll keep the rank pips on the collar of the underwear, but I’ll also have the old style rank stripes on the sleeves of the jackets.”

“Are you going to allow the mini-dress also?” asked Roslin.

“Hmmm, I hadn’t thought of that,” said Adama. “I suppose we could make it an option for women. But they’ll need flatter, more practical shoes.”

“And pockets, Don’t forget about pockets,” said Roslin. The dresses should have them as well as the pants and jackets. And you should limit the dresses to only women. That would be unfair. Also make the jackets longer so that they match the length of the mini-dresses.”

“I suppose we could do that,” admitted Adama.

Deep Space - USS Argos - Boomer’s quarters

“Come!” called out Luziana, who was busy nursing her daughter and didn’t want to get up to answer the door.

The Door slid open and Crewman Medi stepped in.

“Boomer’s still in the shower and I- What are you wearing!?!” asked Luziana.

“You like it?” asked Medi, and she posed and turned to show off she was wearing a gold mini-dress over her uniform with a black jacket over it. “It’s the new uniform! We just got an information packet from Starfleet Command and this was one of the new uniform options available!”

“It looks very good on you,” said Luziana. “Listen, I’m glad you were there for me at the birth.”

“I’m sorry I stayed away before,” replied Medi. “But the idea of my favorite lover getting pregnant scared me a little. Do you think you might take me back?”

“I’m not feeling up to it yet,” replied Luziana. “I still haven’t recovered from the birth. But if you want to hook-up with Boomer, I could watch her memories later and live vicariously through her.”

“Great! I think I’ll go surprise her in the shower!” said the Orion woman, as she walked towards the bathroom, shedding clothes as she went.

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Unknown planet orbit - USS Argos - Bridge

Captain Data was dressed in the new uniform. He had chosen to forgo the jacket. But he had the green captain’s shirt and the black pants and boots on over the old style uniform. Commander Worf wore the full uniform with the jacket buttoned all the way up and his Klingon sash over the uniform. Lieutenant Commander Harry Kim was dressed the same, though he had modified his uniform to accommodate his Borg implants. Lieutenant Solon wore the mini-dress variant of the new uniform, with the jacket over it but open. It felt more like traditional Talosian robes to her than the pants did. Though she did have the old uniform on under it. The Helmsman and Navigator: Lieutenants Pram and Gran, were both Andorian and had stuck to the old uniform, which was quite warm enough for them. And Lieutenant Schist, being a Horta was naked, as usual. Only her Universal Translator unit gave any indication of her rank and position as Chief of Security, by the markings on it.

Of the rest of the crew, the Humans, Vulcans and Tarquinians tended to wear the new uniforms with the jacket. Cylon female humans liked and wore the dresses, but the Borg that used to be Cylon did not. Kobolian humans did not like the dresses and wore the pants version. The Vulcans were the same.

“There are many villages visible on the planet below, but sensors indicate no signs of industrial activity or advanced civilization,” reported the Chief Science Officer: Lieutenant Commander Harry Kim.

“Should we send a landing party to investigate?” asked Lieutenant Gran.

“Yes.” ordered Data. “Commander Worf you will lead a landing party consisting of yourself, Lieutenant Commander Kim, Doctor Salar and Lieutenant Schist.

“Aye sir,” replied Worf, as he stood and led the named officers off the Bridge. Doctor Salar would meet them in the transporter room.

Unknown planet

The transporter beam rematerialized the quartet in a dense jungle. Immediately on appearing, Lieutenant Commander Harry Kim activated the tricorder built into his cybernetic implants and started scanning.

“The Village would appear to be in this direction,” announced Kim.

“Then let’s head out,” Commanded Worf, as he lead the group through the jungle.

Lieutenant Schist soon found the jungle too difficult to move through without carving a large and obvious path. So she started burrowing under ground and coming up periodically to check on the group she was here to protect. It was during one of these times when she was above the surface when Kim announced:

“There are life forms approximately 5 meters about us.”

The landing Party all looked up and there in the trees above them were a group of five members of the indigenous life forms. They appeared to be orange, with brown spots and red eyes. They wore clothing made from strings of plant fibers that hung down in a skirt. They also had necklaces make from many strings hanging down to cover their chests. They all had baskets and appeared to have been caught in the middle of picking fruit from high up in the trees.

“We mean you no harm!” called out Worf.

“Who are you?” called back one of the natives.

“We are travelers from a distant land,” replied Worf. “We wish to meet your people.”

The native who had spoken, climbed down to about 3 meters above them before he halted.

“You are not here to harm us?” asked the native.

“No.” replied Worf. “We only wish peaceful contact with you. I am Worf. This is Kim and Salar.”

The native climbed down to the ground and hit both arms to his chest saying: “I am Z’gur and I welcome you in peace to our forrest.”

“Can we be allowed to visit your village?” asked Worf.

“Of course,” replied Z’gur “I will leave the rest of my gathering party to continue picking norgs.” (local fruit name)

Lieutenant Schist waited until the rest of them were gone before burrowing underground and following them beneath the ground. She could easily follow the feel of their footsteps and they walked about her.

The landing party followed Z’gur as he led them through the jungle to his village, which was suspended high in the trees. There were no steps or ladder to get there. Z’gur expected that like he, they would be able to climb up to the village. After a moment of hesitation, Worf began climbing up the tree. Kim altered his cybernetic arm so he had a hook instead of a hand and followed. Doctor Salar was next. The Security Officer, being a Horta, would not be able to climb up after them. When they reached the village, it was a series of lashed log platforms in the branches of trees They were positioned so that some were above others and could act as rooves. Some platforms also had walls made of lashed together logs others did not. The platform they were led to had no walls. There was a large log that had been hollowed out and was filled with some liquid. Z’gur took a wooden cup and scooped some of the liquid out.

“I offer you the hospitality of our village,” said Z’gur, as he offered the cup to Worf.

Worf took a sip before commenting to his comrades: “It’s very sweet and has a bit of alcohol in it.”

When the cup was offered to Salar and Kim, they each put the cup to their lips, but Salar did not drink, as she did not normally drink alcohol.

“Why do your people live up here instead of on the ground?” asked Worf.

“You people live on the ground?” asked Z’gur. “What do you do when the predators come?”

“We use our hunting tools to drive them off,” replied Worf, couch things in terms this stone age person could understand. He could tell that the people had not yet discovered metallurgy. Everything in the village was made of either stone or plant matter.

“Hunting?” asked Z’gur. “What is hunting?”

“You know, when you kill animals for food,” explained Worf.

Z’gur looked at them in horror.

“You are predators!” accused Z’gur. “I have brought predators into our village!”

“Commander, I believe these people are pure gatherers, not hunter/gatherers like most stone age cultures,” said Doctor Salar.

“Please do eat us!” begged Z’gur.

“We do not eat intelligent beings.” explained Worf. “In fact, Doctor Salar is a vegetarian like you.”

“Is that what you call your people?” asked Z’gur. “We call ourselves Narns (the people) and you are no longer welcome amongst us, predators!”

“Very well, we shall leave,” replied Worf.

After they climbed down to the ground, Worf called up to them:

“We came in peace and we leave in peace. We mean you no harm. But if our mere presence disturbs you, we will depart.”

Once they were on the ground, they walked away from the village until the Narns could no longer be seen on their tricorders. Then, the beamed back up.

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Unhuman

Chapter 48: Atlantis

Uncharted system - 100 light years beyond the former 12 colonies

The Raptor jumped into the system, appearing on the inner edge of the Ort cloud. As soon as they appeared, Jak ‘Crash’ Ryan activated the sensors and began scanning the system.

“Eleven planets . . .three asteroid belts . . .” said Crash as he looked as the screen. “Hold it! Something just jumped into the system! . . . Colonial transponder . . it’s a Raptor.”

“Exiting stealth mode, turning on colonial transponder,” said Juli ‘Glider’ Birak, before turning on the radio and broadcasting. “Unknown Raptor this is Raptor 246, please copy.”

“Raptor 246, this is Raptor 135,” said a female voice. “Where are you? I can’t find you anywhere on DRADIS.”

“We are in the Ort cloud,” replied Glider. “May were approach closer?”

“Sure. Go ahead,” said the voice of Raptor 135.

Crash activated their jump drive and they jumped into the asteroid belt, midway through the system near where Raptor 135 was.

“Alright, I see you now,” said Raptor 135. “Who are you? where did you come from?“

“I’m Juli Birak, but my call sign is: ‘Glider’ because I nailed my first landing so well. With me is Jak Ryan, whose call sign is ‘Crash’. So he is never allowed in the pilot’s seat. We’re from the Battlestar Galactica.”

“Galactica!?! You mean there’s another Battlestar out there!?! We thought we were the last of the human race!” said Raptor 135

“Who is we?” asked Glider.

“Oh! This is: Sharon Valerii. My call sign is ‘Heartbreaker’. With me is: Jef Rinz or ‘Bruiser’. We’re from the Battlestar Atlantis.”

“Nice to meet you, Heartbreaker,” said Glider. “Do you think you could take us to Atlantis?”

“Sure, no problem,” replied Heartbreaker. “Sending jump co-ordinates now.”

“Thanks, see you at Atlantis,” replied Glider.

After they jumped, there was some alarm on the part of the Commander, as Raptor 135 had led these strangers right to them. And Raptor 246 glided into the landing bay, following Raptor 135, a pair of Vipers had flown escort to make sure they were going where they were supposed to. But Glider came in for a perfect landing. After the Raptors had ben moved to the Hanger Bay, Glider and Crash exited their Raptor. They had their Federation uniforms on under their Colonial Flight suits. As soon as they were out, a model Eight Cylon in a Colonial flight suit walked over to them and offered her hand.

“Hi, I’m Sharon, nice to meet you,” said Heartbreaker.

“It’s good to see you again too,” replied Glider. “I’m a friend of your twin sister.”

“I don’t have any sisters,” replied Heartbreaker. “You must be mistaken.”

“You’ll see. . .” replied Glider. “And you can call me Juli.”

Stepping away from the Raptors, Glider saw that there were some Colonial officers, a priest and a couple of squads of marines waiting for them. As they walked closer, Glider recognized two of the marines as being a model Three and a model Six. There was a female Human in a Commander’s uniform. The other officer was a model Five and the Priest beside the Commander was a model One. Behind the marines and off to the side was the deck crew and if she wasn’t mistaken, the deck chief appeared to be a model Two.

“I’m very glad to learn there’s another Battlestar out there! I thought we were the last 15,000 humans in existence! I’m Commander Brenda Sterns. This is my XO, Major Doral, our ship’s Chaplain, Father Cavell. So where is the Galactica, anyway.”

“At Kobol,” replied Glider. “We had 50,000 in our fleet when the Colonies first fell. The Cylons hunted us for years. Then we met some aliens that helped us make peace with the Cylons. Now the Humans of Kobol and the Cylons and several alien races have come together in a Federation, with Kobol as its’ capital. It’s all here in this letter from the Admiral. There’s also a video version.”

“Aliens! There’s no such thing as aliens,” scoffed Commander Sterns, as she opened the letter and read. Doral and Cavell tried to read over her should without being obvious about it. When she finished the letter she asked: “Is this true? Did you really make peace with the Cylons?”

“It’s true,” confirmed Glider. “Though it looks like you’ve already made your own peace with the Cylons.”

“What do you mean?” asked Sterns.

“You’ve surrounded yourself with all these Cylons,” said Glider, as she gestured all around the room.

“I think you are mistaken,” replied Sterns. “Every Centurion or Raider we’ve encountered, we’ve destroyed.”

“You mean you don’t know!?!” gasped Glider. “You REALLY don’t know?”

“Know what?” asked Sterns.

“The Cylons look like us now,” explained Glider. “They made infiltration models that look Human, that ARE Human. Look, he’s a model One, he, back there, is a model Two. She’s a model Three. He’s a model Five, She’s a model Six. “She’s a model Eight. I don’t see any model Fours here, but most of them are in medicine. Do you have a doctor named Simon?”

Commander Sterns brought her hands to cover her mouth and backed away.

“NO! “That’s not true!” yelled Hearbreaker, as she stomped forward. “I’m not a frakin’ toaster! I’m a real woman!”

“I’m afraid it is, my dear,” replied Cavell.

“How can this be true?” asked Sterns. “If you’re Cylons, why have to been so loyal to me all these years? You’ve had so many opportunities when you could have taken out the ship or the whole fleet.”

“We were undercover, our orders were to report on your activities, but do nothing to hinder you,” said Cavell. “Being unswervingly loyal to you was part of our cover.”

“What about her?” asked Sterns. “Why is she denying it?”

“Because she doesn’t know she’s one of us;” replied Cavell. “She’s a sleeper agent. She’s programed not to know her true nature.”

“No! No! No! No!” Heartbreaker was hugging herself and rocking back and forth.

“Sharon? Sharon! Listen to me,” said Glider, as she grabbed the model Eight by the shoulders. “It’s all right to be a model Eight Cylon. Model Eights are pioneers. I’ve known a couple of them. There’s one, Sharon Agathon, who was the first Cylon to marry a human. She’s had two children with him. The first Cylon ever to give birth. Another I knew was like you. She thought she was human too, until the first time she died and was downloaded. When she thought she was human, she called herself Sharon Valerii too. But now she called herself Boomer Eight, after her Galactica call sign and her model number. She’s currently married to an alien woman that looks human they have a daughter together.”

“How can they have children if I’m a machine?” sobbed Heartbreaker.

“Because you’re Human,” replied Glider. “Human form Cylons are Human with some cybernetic parts added. But if you make a baby with a regular Human, your child will be pure Human with half her genes coming from you. Even the Centurions are Human. They all have the memories and personality of a Human woman named Zoe Graystone. That’s why they were so angry we enslaved them. All Cylons are Human and are considered full members of our Federation.”

“In light of that, I would like to re-affirm my loyalty to you Commander,” said Doral.

“Me too!” said the model Three who was a marine.

One by one the Cylons Each re-affirmed their loyalty to Commander Sterns, until only Heartbreaker was left, She stepped away from Glider and addressed everyone.

“An hour ago, I thought I was a human named Sharon Valerii who was loyal to the Commander and crew of this ship. Now, . . . although I may be a Cylon by creation, I STILL think of myself as Sharon Valerii, I’m STILL Human and I’m STILL loyal to this ship!”

“Thank you all;” said Commander Sterns. “Thank you my friends who I now know to be Cylons. You’re still my friends. And . . . I think I need to see the video version the Admiral’s letter.

Deep Space - Battlestar Atlantis - Commander’s Office

After watching the tape with her two closest advisors, Doral and Cavell, Commander Sterns had asked for some time to think for a while. Finally she called them and the two from Galactica back into her office.

“So what happens next?” asked Sterns.

“Well, we have a subspace transceiver on our Raptor,” said Glider. “You could talk to the the Admiral on it yourself. Your civilians could come settle on Kobol or even go back to the Colonies if they want. As for your ship, I’m not sure where the Admiral will want to post the Atlantis. But He’ll probably want it upgraded first.”

“You asked to see me? asked Commander Sterns.

“Yes Commander,” said Heartbreak. “I’ve been thinking about those other Cylons, the ones that look like me. I’d like to meet them, talk to them, find our who I am. If you’re going to go to Caprica first, I’d like to request a leave of absence so I can go back to Kobol with Glider and Crash. I can rejoin you there and report on what I’ve found at the time.

“I see . . . . Request granted” said Sterns.

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Qo’nos

The transporter beam materialized four figures in the forrest. There was a light dusting of snow on the ground. Worf and Doctor Salar had their full uniforms on, including the jackets. Gran and Mao were comfortable in just their old uniforms. After they had finished transporting, Lieutenant Gran pulled out his tricorder and started scanning.

“The village should be in this direction,” said Lieutenant Gran. “Hang on . . . I’m reading a life form . . . and he’s NOT Klingon.”

“I’ll scout ahead and check it out,” said Ensign Mao.

A confirming nod from Commander Worf was all he needed before sprinting off in that direction with cat-like grace.

He had not made it far into the forrest of plants that appears to be this world’s analog to coniferous trees before he spotted his quarry. It appeared to be a human dressed in fur pants, boots and parka, clutching a javelin. On his back, in a quiver, were two more of them.

“What are you?” asked the Human.

“I’m a traveler from a distant land,” replied Ensign Mao. “My name is Mao.”

“Karn, of the Riga Clan of the Sintahri” he replied, patting his chest. “And I greet you in the name of the Great Maker.”

“If we’re naming ties, then I am Ensign Mao of the Kzin people of the Argos Clan of the Federation Tribe,” said Mao. “I Have some more people from my tribe near by. Would you like to meet them?”

“Yes, I would meet your people of the fedirajshun tribe,” agreed Karn.

Ensign Mao led his new friend back through the forrest until they had reached the landing party. Karn took one look at Worf and snarled:

“XON! It was all a Xon trap! You tricked me!” yelled Karn, before stabbing Mao in the chest with his javelin. He reached behind him and threw another one at Worf, who dodged it, and stunned him with his phaser.

Doctor Salar rushed forward to examine the Security Officer.

“It is in his heart,” announced Doctor Salar, before tapping her com-badge. “Salar to Argos, two for emergency beam out directly to sick bay.”

Salar and Mao vanished in a transporter beam.

Lieutenant Gran stepped forward and scanned the stunned being with his tricorder.

“He may look human, but he’s a completely different species,” observed Lieutenant Gran. “He’s hiding under that parka what look like tentacles. Have you ever heard of anything like this?”

“Only legends . . . fairy tales about creatures called the Kintah,” replied Worf. “They were said to abduct Klingon women who had loose morals and forcibly mate with them. In some of the stories they would mate with six Klingon women at once. But those are just fairy stories! The Kintah can’t be REAL!”

“He apparently does not know he’s a fictional character,” replied Lieutenant Gran. “But judging from the quality of his weapons, I’d say he’s a stone age fictional character.”

Just then the transporter beam brought some replacements, The EMH Doctor and Ensign Tarsa.

“Please state the nature of the medical emergency,” said The Doctor, on first arriving.

“It’s not an emergency,” stated Worf. “But we need this stunned man awoken, so that we can interrogate him.”

“You’re not going to torture him, are you?” protested The Doctor. “Because my programming will not allow me to be a part of that.”

“I just want to ask him a few questions,” replied Worf. However he became violent on first seeing me. After you revive him, we’ll have to restrain him until we can persuade him not to attack us as he did Ensign Mao.”

“Very well,” said The Doctor, as he pulled out a hypospray.

“Wait!” commanded Worf. “Ensign Tarsa, Lieutenant Gran, hold him down so he can’t attack after The Doctor revives him.”

The Rigilian and Andorian each grabbed a shoulder and elbow to hold him down while The Doctor applied his hypospray. The prisoner quickly revived.

“Are you going to eat me now, Xon?” yelled Karn as he struggled against the two holding him down.

“No,” replied Worf. “We just want to ask you a few questions. You called me Xon. What does that mean?”

“Xon, short for Keenxon, the savage people that hunt my people down and eat them!” snarled Karn. “It’s what you are! You hate us because your male attributes are inadequate and your women prefer us, with our great big male attributes!”

“Are there any of these ‘Xon’ nearby?” asked Worf.

“You already know you have a raiding camp near here from which you send out hunting packs to kill us!” snarled Karn.

“We are not from around here,” replied Worf. “We’re from a distant land. If we release you, can you show us this Xon raiding camp?”

“I will only agree to do it if you will promise to let me go as soon as I have shown it to you,” replied Karn.

“Agreed,” replied Worf.

After he was released, Karn led them the opposite way from which he had come, to a large clearing with a hill in the center of it. On top of the hill were some primative lean-toos and a group of Klingons singing hunting/war songs, wrestling and mating in the open. Nothing visible looked more advanced than stone age technology. As soon as the camp was in sight, Karn started running away. Ensign Tarsa started to go after him but Worf warned him off.

“Let him go!” whispered Worf. “He did as he promised.”

Qo’nos orbit - USS Argos - Bridge

“Captain, scanners show a fleet of ships entering the system at Warp 4,” reported Lieutenant Schist.
“How many ships are in this fleet?” asked Captain Data.

“There appear to be . . . 128 of them,” replied Lieutenant Schist. “And they appear to be on an attack vector for us.”

“Red Alert. Raise shields,” ordered Lieutenant Commander Harry Kim, who was acting as 1st officer.

“Hail them,” ordered Data. “This is the USS Argos from the United Federation of Planets. Our intentions are peaceful. Are you willing to open a dialog?”

“We are receiving a reply from the fleet Captain,” reported Lieutenant Solon.

“On speaker,” commanded Data.

“This is Warlord Krag,” said a voice. “Our invasion fleet claims your planet in the name of the Ena Empire. You will lower your shields and surrender or you will be destroyed.”

“We are being targeted by 30 of their ships,” reported Lieutenant Schist.

“Evasive pattern Data 2, Full impulse,” ordered Data.

“They are firing photon torpedoes,” reported Lieutenant Schist.

The ship shook twice as two of them managed to directly hit the shields.

“Two direct hits. Shields down to 83%,” reported Lieutenant Schist.

“We can not retrieve the landing party without lowering the shields,” mused Data, out loud, to himself. “Send a Raptor to make a micro jump into the planet’s atmosphere. They are to retrieve the landing party and will rendezvous with us later.”

They have us surrounded on all sides,” reported Lieutenant Schist. “There is no available escape route.”

“Lieutenant Schist, target all photon torpedo tubes, each to a different ship,” commanded Data. “Also target all phasers, each to a different ship.”

“Aye sir,” replied Lieutenant Schist.

“Lieutenant Commander Kim, I would like you to write a quick program tying in the weapons, engines, shields, and cloak systems,” commanded Data. “As soon as the Raptor has cleared the the Hanger Bay, We will perform a Picard maneuver, going to warp for one second, then fire all weapons, then drop the shields and activate the phasing cloak. As soon as the cloak is active, take the ship to warp, any vector.

“Aye Captain,” replied Lieutenant Commander Harry Kim.

“But sir, if one of those photon torpedoes explodes inside us while are cloaked, the radiation will still fry us,” protested Lieutenant Pram, as the ship shook from another hit.

“Shields at 67%” reported Lieutenant Schist.

“I understand that Lieutenant. But it is a risk we shall have to take,” replied Data, as another photon torpedo hit them.

“Shields at 43%” reported Lieutenant Schist. “Raptor away.”

“Activate,” ordered Data.

As the ship was momentarily at warp, the Argos appeared to be in two places at once. The second version gave off a massive weapons discharge and then the Argos seem to be destroyed to Ena eyes.

From the viewpoint of the crew of the Argos, it appeared they were passing through the Ena ships. Quickly they had passed through the ships and were safely at warp.

Qo’nos

Before the landing party could approach the Klingons, the screaming of the Raptor’s engines threw the Klingon Camp into a frenzy as that all lunged for their weapons and prepared to face whatever was making that sound.

To Worf’s astonishment, the Raptor landed in the clearing with the door facing the landing party. On the other side of the Raptor, the Klingons were throwing javelins at the Raptor. On this side, the door opened and Ensign Tabi waved for them to get in. The landing party rushed forward and entered the Raptor.

“What do you think you are doing!” scolded Worf. “This is a major violation of the Prime Directive!”

“An invasion Fleet just arrived,” answered Lieutenant Boomer Eight from the pilot’s seat, while Ensign Tabi frantically tried to get the computer to calculate jump coordinates. “They’re about to see a lot more advanced tech than a Raptor.”

When they reached the edge of the atmosphere, one of the Ena ships fired a photon torpedo at them, they were able to jump away just in the nick of time before in hit them.

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Caprica orbit - Battlestar Atlantis - C&C

“Jump completed,” reported Lieutenant Filip.

“DRADIS contact!” reported Lieutenant Grakus. “I count 10 Cylon Base ships and one ship of unknown configuration. All ships have Federation transponders.”

“I guess we’re about to find out if this Federation is real,” mused Captain Brenda Sterns.

“Hold on! Another ship has appeared on DRADIS,” reported Lieutenant Grakus. “Federation transponder, but a different unknown configuration from the first one.”

“Commander- I mean, Captain, we are being hailed,” reported Lieutenant Pompey. “It’s one of the Base ships.”

“I’ll take it here,” commanded Sterns, as she lifted the receiver to her ear. “This is Atlantis Actual.”

“Hello! You must be Captain Sterns!” said a voice that sound just like one of the Atlantis’ marines. “This is Commodore Lucy Three. Welcome to Caprica. We were expecting you, but not at the exact moment the Polvo arrived. Please stand by while I make some arrangements with our Medeusan friends.”

“So do you think they’re setting up an attack?” asked Captain Sterns, as she continued to hold the receiver to her ear.

“I honestly don’t know,” replied Commander Doral. “I’d never heard of this Federation until that Raptor from the Galactica showed up.”

“I can’t believe you’re a frakin’ toaster!” grumbled Sterns. “When I was down with the ‘flu, you were in charge. You could have led the whole fleet into a trap! Why didn’t you?”

“Because as your XO, I had a duty to this ship. And as your friend, I had personal reasons for wanting to save your command.” replied Doral, has he subtly brushed his hand against hers, when no one was looking.

“I’m back,” said Commodore Lucy Three. “I arranged for the Polvo to transport their Captain, the Captain of the Hermes and myself to your Hanger Bay. Do I have your permission to come aboard?”

“Permission granted,” replied Sterns. “We’ll be ready to receive your Heavy Raider.”

“No. You don’t understand,” replied Commodore Lucy Three. “We’re not going to take a ship there, we’re going to be converted into energy, teleported there and reassembled in your Hanger Deck.”

“It that safe? asked Stern.

“Supposed to be,” replied Commodore Lucy Three. “Only one way to find out. You’ll probably want to prepare for our arrival so let me know when you are ready for us.”

“Acknowledged,” replied Sterns.

Once she had made all the arrangements in the Hanger Bay, Captain Sterns called the C&C and told them to send word she was ready for them. There was a musical tinkling sound as three beings appeared in pillars of light. There was a woman that strongly resembled one of her marines: Private Diana Beers, except her hair, instead of being blonde was a dark brunette. She was wearing a green mini dress and since Cylons could just download if exposed to vacuum, she had forgone the under uniform. On her left was a tall alien that looked a little human with a head that was twice the size of a Human’s. He was also wearing a green minidress, but had the black slacks of the under uniform covering his legs and he wore a black jacket over the dress that he had left open in front. On the right was a creature that looked sort of like an octopus only with seven tentacles instead of eight, each of which ended in a seven fingered hand. He was using four of the tentacles to stand on. On his head was a metallic hat with a green band around it.

“Woo! That was fun!” said the woman in the green mini-dress. “I’m Commodore Lucy Three, this is Captain Maki from the Hermes and Captain Jajić from the Polvo. Welcome to the Federation.”

“Weapons down!” yelled Major Doral, when he saw several of the marines pointing their at the aliens. “Lower your weapons!”

“You . . . . you look just like her . . .!” gasped Sterns, as she looked back and forth between the Commodore and her marine Private Beers.

“Not surprising,” replied Commodore Three. “We’re both of the same model.”

(It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance,) telepathically sent Captain Maki.

“As it is for me to meet all of you for the first time,” came a voice from the hat of the Medeusan captain as his body cycled through several colours.

“I can see from that you have members of all seven models with you,” observed Commodore Three. “I was hoping I might be able to persuade you to request that your ship be assigned here to help protect Caprica, like their ships are. I believe you have a fleet of civilian ships hidden somewhere? You’re welcome to have your people settle here.”

“Why would you want that after you drove us from here?” asked Captain Sterns.

“We did do that,” admitted Three. “And I deeply regret it. When we first made peace with the other Humans, the former Colonials that settled on Kobol, we wanted to have Caprica as the Cylon homeworld. We’ve since come to realize that Cylon Humans are just a different kind of Human. Now all of the Colonies are open for settlement by any members of the Federation who care to join us. We’ve even pardoned the Colonials that stayed behind and fought as partisans against us. They are full citizens of the Federation and Caprica in particular, now.”

“We should probably wait until we have evacuated those three irredeemably irradiated worlds and set off the genesis devices before any new settlers try to move there,” offered Captain Jajić.

“You’re right,” agreed Commodore Three, before explaining to Sterns: “Canceron, Scorpion and Picon have been too irradiated to support human life. Between Talosian telepathy and Medeusan sensors, we should be able to find the few survivors, beam them up to the Polvo and get them the medical attention they need. Once we have them all, we can use the genesis devices the Polvo brought to clean up those worlds.”

“What is a genesis device?” asked Captain Sterns.

“It’s sort of like re-booting a computer,” explained Three. “Only they’ll do it for all life on the planets we use them on. It’s a way of cleaning up a planet when things are too polluted. It can also be used to create new ‘M class’ worlds.”

“I see . . . ,” replied Captain Sterns. “Commodore, would you and the Captains like a tour of the Atlantis?”

“Certainly,” replied Commodore Three. “And perhaps afterwards, you like a tour of Caprica, or at least to walk around there?”

The following tour was not the most diplomatic. More than once, a crewman of the Atlantis screamed and ran way on sighting the alien captains. But the tour did give Captain Brenda Sterns time to time. By the end of the tour, she decided she wanted to go down alone to Caprica. No tour. If the Cylons really were welcoming of her, she wanted to walk around Caprica City unsupervised, no guards or guides to watch her. If the Cylons had really made peace with her people, she wanted to see it for her self.

Caprica - Caprica City

The tingling of the transporter beam felt strange. But once it had ended, Captain Brenda Sterns was standing on Caprica. She was having trouble dealing with the fact that all her closest friends, the people she trusted most . . . were Cylons, sent to spy on her. The worst betrayals were John Cavill, the priest she had turned to when she was troubled . . . and Arron Doral, her XO, friend with benefits and former lover. She had ended their relationship the instant she found out what he really was. Now she was standing on a busy sidewalk and people walked by . . . familiar people! . . . There was a red-headed version of Private Godfrey . . . and a couple of men that looked exactly like Deck Chief Conoy . . . at the interesection ahead she saw a trio of Centrurions come from right, cross the street and continue down street the left. They hadn’t even stopped to look at her!.

“Welcome back!” said a naked woman, one of several that looked exactly like one of her Raptor pilots.

. . . there was Father Cavell. . . . it couldn’t be the same one that had offered her all those comforting words . . . he was back on the ship . . . coming towards her was a group of men that looked exactly like her Arron Doral. . . . and they were the ones that broke her. She frantically tapped the com-badge she had been given.

“Polvo here,” said a voice, coming out of her com-badge.

“Take me back to my ship! Get me out of here! Beam me up!” shouted Sterns before she felt a the tingle that placed here back on the C&C of Atlantis.

As soon as she appeared she broke down crying. Major Doral tried to offer her a comforting hug, but she shoved him away.

“No!” shouted Captain Sterns. “Get away from me you lying toaster!”

“Brenda, I think you need to calm down a little,” said the ship’s chaplain, Brother John Cavell, now revealed to be a model One Cylon.

“I’ll be calm when I’m safe with my own kind!” yelled Sterns. “I want all you toasters off my ship immediately!”

“Brenda you can’t mean-” started Doral, her XO and former lover, now revealed to be a model Five Cylon.

“Lieutenant Pompey!” yelled Sterns, “call the Polvo! Have those aliens use that teleportation machine of theirs to remove every frakin’ toaster on this ship! I want them all gone yesterday!”

As soon as she saw her Cylon Chaplain and XO vanish in a transporter beam, she ordered the ship to jump back to the fleet, then had the whole fleet jump to a new location, one that would be unknown to her former shipmates who had been revealed to be Cylon spies. Once that was done, she retreated to her cabin where she could have a good cry and not be seen being weak in front of her crew.

A few hours later, she called what was left of the senior officers of her crew together to plan their next move.

“Seeing Caprica . . . seeing the full depths of the duplicity of the lying toasters that made up our senior staff, brought home how deeply they have deceived us,” began Sterns. “I’m going to have to make some promotions to fill the gaps the toasters left, starting with you, Major Grakus. You’re our new XO.”

“Thank you Captain,” said Grakus. “I’ll try to live up to the trust you’ve placed in me.”

“What are we going to do now?” asked Lieutenant Filip.

“After seeing what the toasters have done to Caprica, I was tempted to take this fleet and keep running,” admitted Sterns. “But I called Admiral Adama on that Subspace transceiver and he talked me out of it. He persuaded me to bring our fleet to Kobol and check it out. Everyone will get four days leave there. Two in a the Capital of his ‘federation’ where we will be around aliens and Cylons and he assures me there are humans too. The next two days will be spent in a town were everyone is a 100% pure Colonial Human. After our four days, we can make our own decisions about whether we want to join his Starfleet, or retire. I think we should at least check it out. But if I don’t like what I see, we can just bug out and restart our civilization somewhere else.”

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Kobol orbit - Raptor 246 (from the Battlestar Galactica)

“This is Raptor 246 calling Starfleet Command,” said Lieutenant Juli ‘Glider’ Birak. “I need to speak with the Admiral.”

“This is Starfleet Command Actual,” said Fleet Admiral William Adama. “How can I help you?”

“Admiral, we have a Sharon Valerii aboard who did not know she was a Cylon. She wants to talk to Boomer and Athena,” reported Glider.

“Take proceed to the Tartarus,” commanded Adama. “I’ll notify Athena that you’re on your way. Adama out.”

“This is Starfleet Command Actual calling Tartarus, please respond.”

“Tartarus here,” said Sharon ‘Athena’ Agathon.

“Athena, good! You’re just who I was trying to reach,” said Adama. “There’s a Raptor heading your way with a Sharon Valerii on it. She just recently found out that she’s a Cylon.”

“Understood,” replied Athena. “I’ll be there to meet her in the Landing Bay.”

Kobol orbit - Basestar Tartarus - Landing Bay

The Raptor landed in the Landing Bay of the Basestar Tartarus and after the green light came on to let them know it’s pressurized, Lieutenant Jak ‘Crash’ Ryan opened the Raptor’s hatch so they could exit. On the far side of the bay a hatch was opening and from it emerged a couple of men who looked like exact copies of Atalantis’ Deck Chief Leo Conoy and a women who looked exactly like Sharon.

Athena was wearing the black pants / Red shirt variation of the Star Fleet uniform with her black jacket over it, but unbuttoned and open.

“Hi, You must be Sharon. I’m Commander Sharon Agathon, but my call sign was Athena. I’m the 1st Officer of this ship, which is what we call the XO in Starfleet.”

Athena stepped forward and took Sharon ‘Heartbreaker’ Valerii by the hand.

“Umm . . . .uh . . . hi,” said the dazed Cylon.

“It’s just now hitting you, isn’t it?” observed Athena.

“Wha- . . . wha- . . . What was it like for you when you found out you were a toa- . . . a Cylon?”

“Oh, I’ve always known,” replied Athena, “since the beginning. I think Boomer is the one you really want to talk to. She’s like you. She didn’t know she’s a Cylon at first.”

“I heard you have a child?” asked Heartbreaker.

“Two, actually,” corrected Athena. “Three, if you count my wife’s daughter.”

“And your children are half Human?” asked Heartbreaker.

“No, they’re both completely Human,” replied Athena.

“How can they be pure human if they’re half Cylon?” asked Heartbreaker.

“Because Cylons ARE Human,” explained Athena. “We’re a different kind of Human, we’re the 13th tribe from Kobol. And we have some cybernetic implants, like the Borg do. But our cells are completely organic Human. Any child we have inherits the biological part of us, not the cybernetic part. Would you like to meet my children?”

“Yes!” replied Heartbreaker.

Athena turned to the other two from the Raptor: “You can go now. report to the Admiral. I’m sure he’s going to want to hear all about where you found her.”

“Yes sir,” replied Glider and Crash as they saluted Athena, then turned to go back to the Raptor. As soon as it was refueled and the Bay was clear, they would be heading down to Kobol.

Athena led her sister through the corridors of the Base ship where they kept running into copies of people Heartbreaker knew. Here was Diana beers . . .there was Aron Doral . . . there was Shelly Godfrey . . . But the first time they ran into model Eights like them, it was a couple of her twins wearing nothing at all. These two, the Commander introduced her to:

“Sharon, this is Ensign Grace Eight and Ensign kono Eight,” introduced Athena.

“You- . . . . You’re . . . Naked!” blurted out Heartbreaker.

The two of them glanced at each other and giggled at her accusation.

“She didn’t know she was one of us,” Athena explained to the ensigns.

“Most of us model Eights, prefer not to wear clothes,” explained Athena to Heartbreaker. “And we’re allowed to dress like this when we’re off duty. But when we’re on duty they were uniforms, just like I do.”

“Do YOU go walking around this ship like that?” asked Heartbreaker.

“No,” replied Athena. “I may prefer not to wear them, but my family is more comfortable if I wear them most of the time. Besides, being the 1st Officer, I’m almost never completely off duty.”

When they got to the door of Athena’s quarters, there were a couple of guards outside the hatch: a Centurion that had the black part of the old uniform painted on her and an Eight that was dressed like Athena was. Both of them had name tags: ‘Zoe Veal’ painted on the chest of the Centurion and ‘Zoe Cowan’ sewn onto the chest of the uniform of the Eight.

“Anything new?” asked Athena.

“All quiet, sir,” said Zoe Cowan the MACO.

Athena opened the hatch to reveal a woman that looked just like Shelly Godfrey curled up in bead reading a book. There was a small child curled up in her arms. Nearby were a pair of cribs that had sleeping babies in them.

“I just got them to sleep!” whispered Caprica Six Agathon.

Athena nodded and dragged Heartbreaker back out, but Caprica followed them. As soon as the hatch was closed Caprica asked:

“So, who’s this? Have you brought home another one to join our harem and have Karl’s babies?”

“No!” protested Athena. “This is Sharron. She didn’t know she’s a Cylon until recently.”

“Pleased to meet you,” said Caprica. “I’m the other woman that she brought into her husband’s harem.”

“Hey! You were the one that pursued me first!” replied Athena. “And stop trying to embaress me in front of my sisters! You’d think you were D’Anna Biers or something!”

“Diana Beers?” asked Heartbreaker. “I know her! She’s a marine on the Atlantis and a Cylon like us.”

“D’Anna, not Diana,” corrected Athena. “She’s a model Three who does a popular show were she addresses serious issues, but often tries to deliberately embariss the people she interviews.”

“The name is really close,” observed. Heartbreaker.

“That reminds me,” said Athena. “You should make sure you have a unique name for yourself. Most of us pick a new of first name and keep our model number as our last name.”

“I though you said your name Agathon?” asked Heartbreaker.

“It is,” confirmed Athena. “I was calling myself Sharon Valerii when I first met my husband. After we got married, I changed my last name to his: Agathon.”

“Can’t I just be Sharon Valerii?” whined Heartbreaker.

“You know . . . . I don’t think any of us have kept that name,” mused Athena. “Boomer used to call herself that. But after she downloaded, she started calling herself Boomer, so people wouldn’t think she was me. It was her old call sign. Since she’s Boomer Eight . . . . Why not? You could be Sharon Valerii if you want.”

“So how did you get the call sign: ‘Heartbreaker’?” asked Athena.

“I’ve not been as lucky in love as you are,” answered Heartbreaker. “In fact, I’m really bad at relationships. . .”

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Kobol - Starfleet Command - Fleet Admiral Adama’s Office

“So, Captain Sterns, you’ve had a chance to see Athens and Sparta both,” summarized Fleet Admiral William ‘Husker’ Adama. “Are you going to join Starfleet, or retire? Have you made your decision?”

“I have sir,” replied Brenda Sterns. “I’ve had enough. I’m going to retire. I want to go back to Sparta and never see another Cylon or alien again!”

“What about your responsibility to your people?” asked Adama.

“With all due respect, you can find someone else to Command the Atlantis,” replied Sterns. “And as for the civilian fleet, I’ve done my duty to them. I brought them here to safety. They’ll be fine without me.”

“Very well, resignation accepted,” replied Adama, as he rose to give her a goodbye handshake.

After her, his next appointment was Captain Oedi Korren.

“I read your reports on the Bajorans,” said Adama. “I found them quite disturbing.”

“It was worse to see it,” replied Korren. “On Bardeezi 3 they are dropping like flies, from a plague the Bajorans brought with them that they and we are immune to but the natives of Bardeezi 3 are extremely vulnerable to it. The Doctor estimates that 90% of them will succumb to it. And on Cardassia 1 they are killing and enslaving the natives in order to build their colonies.”

“It’s a difficult situation,” agreed Adama. “The Bajorans who are leaving their home planet are in danger of being genocided for religious reasons. But when they try to colonize other planets, they end up committing their genocide. It will be up to the Federation Council to decide how to apply the Prime Directive in this particular case and your findings will be valuable. for that. When I looked over your reports, It looks like you followed Starfleet regulation precisely.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Korren. “Under the circumstances, we did our best.”

“Now I have a new assignment for you,” announced Adama. “I’m sending you to Visalayan. There you will be under the command of Commodore Sart. He’s assembling a fleet of Talosian and Medeusan ships there. You and the Base ships that are in the area will join him and help him deal with the Skrrr. I’m giving you the same orders I’m giving the captains of the Basestars. If you seen any evidence that the enemy has transporters, you are to jump away immediately. Don’t gather your Vipers first, just go. The tactic I used on you could be used by someone else, and then you’re fraked.”

“Yes sir,” replied Korren.

Just then the receiver beeped.

“Sitrep?” commanded Adama.

“The is Galactica actual,” said Captain Gaeta. “Three Base ships and a resurrection ship have just jumped in. All of them are showing Federation transponders.”

Adama yelled to his assistant: “Bamber! Get that lead Base ship on the line. Now!”

“The is Commodore Lucy Three,” said a voice on the receiver, just five seconds later.

“Commodore, you came a little earlier than I expected,” chided Adama. “I hadn’t had a chance to let everyone know you were coming.”

“I thought I gave you plenty of advanced notice, sir,” said Commodore Lucy Three.

“You did, but . . . politics,” explained Adama. “I didn’t want certain parties to have advanced warning.”

“ADAMA!” screamed Tom Zarek, as she stormed into the room. “What’s this I hear about a fleet of Base ships attacking us!”

“It’s not an attack mister Zarek and there’s only four Base ships currently in orbit,” explained Adama.

“Four! I heard there were three!” yelled Zarek.

“I forgot the Tartarus,” explained Adama. “The other three are full of husband seekers.”

“What are you even talking about!?!” yelled Zarek.

“It seems that show D’Anna Biers did about Cylon babies struck a chord,” explained Adama. So those Base ships are full of Threes, Sixes and Eights who want to be mothers. Some of them want to get married and have kids, some of them don’t care if the father’s involved, they’re just here to be sex tourists. And once they get pregnant, they can just go back to Caprica to have and raise their children. And since you’ve promised that Sparta is for Colonial Humans only, I imagine a lot of those new husbands will be moving here where they can be with their wives.”

The blood drained from Tom Zarek’s face as he realized that he just lost his largest constituency, the 10,000 single men that couldn’t find wives of child bearing age.

“And the resurrection ship?” asked Korren.

“That many Cylons here, the Tartarus can’t handle the resurrections that are potentially needed,” explained Adama. “So we needed our own resurrection ship. Also the Final Five tell me that with a resurrection ship here, resurrection modules can be implanted in the elderly and the terminally ill. The only drawback is they’ll all come back in Cylon bodies.”

“YOU CAN’T DO THAT!” screamed Zarek.

“It’s all perfectly legal, according to Federation law,” replied Adama.

Kobol - Starfleet Command - Fleet Admiral Adama’s Office - later that day

“I wish I could have seen Zarek’s face when you told him!” laughed Commodore Lucy Three.

“On a more serious note, I wanted to discuss something,” said Adama. “You’re Commodore of a fleet of ships, but they are mostly confined to one system. Commodore Sart is in command of a much larger fleet that covers five systems. If this little skirmish goes well, and I expect it to, then afterward, I’m planning to promote him to Admiral. But I wanted to make certain your ego wouldn’t be bruised by that. If our Federation is going to work, It is important to treat everyone equally. At the same time, a military needs a chain of command.”

“I understand,” replied Commodore Lucy Three. “I’m a little disappointed that I don’t get to be admiral too. But your reasoning is sound. We’re all alone in our part of the galaxy with no aliens nearby. And we’ve got 12 worlds that that need re-colonizing by the Federation before we start expanding outward.”

“Resurrection makes you effectively immortal,” mused Adama. “You may yet live to see your part of the galaxy crowded with inhabited worlds.”

“Well I’ll certainly to my part to grow our population, said Commodore Lucy Three. I plan to have a bun in the oven when I return to Caprica. I just need to find a strapping young Kobolian man who is not interested in fatherhood.”

Adama and Lucy laughed together at her plan.

Kobol - Kobol Science institute

“Hey! What are ya doin’ here ya old warhorse?” said Saul Tigh. “Come to hobnob with us eggheads?”

I cam to make you an offer,” said Adama. “Are you happy here?”

“I suppose it’s all right, said Tigh. “I get a little more time than I would like with the old ball and chain, if you know what I mean. What kind of offer?”

“Sterns is retiring,” explained Adama. “I need someone to command the Atlantis. You’d stay here guarding Kobol. So you could have as much, or as little Ellen time as you wanted. . .”

“Sold!” said Tigh. “I was starting to feel useless here anyway, what with all that alien tech that we’re working on.

Kobol - Athens - FNN studio anchor desk

It took months to get everyone down to Kobol. The Crew of Atlantis had priority, Then, the civilian fleet that the Atlantis brought with them. Finally, after all them, the Base ships would be able to unload their passengers. That wouldn’t happen until after the election. So the promise of wives was not helping Roslin as much as they otherwise would if Zarek’s disgruntled single men has actually been able to find wives.

“And we just just got those last ballots from Sparta;” reported McManis. “ It was a close one, but the next President of Kobol is: . . . . Tom Zarek.”

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I do not own Star Trek, Battlestar Galactica or the Kama Sutra

Chapter 53: More Tentacle sex

Deep Space - Starship Argos - corridor

Crewman Medi was walking down the hall in her gold mini-dress uniform with her old uniform under it when she was accosted by a passing Medeusan.

“Excuse me,” said the octopus-like alien that was wearing a metallic hat that acted as a com-badge, universal translator and tricorder combo. “Pardon me if this in not allowed, but I have heard a rumor that promiscuity is a trait of your species.”

“Why, yes it is!” said the Orion crewman, as she reached out an ran a finger along the Medeusan’s head. “Are you asking because you would like me to be promiscuous with you? I’ve never docked with a Medeusan before.”

“Yes, I would enjoy that very much,” replied the Medeusan.

“Can we go to your place?” asked Medi, “Mine’s a mess.”

“I was just going to suggest that,” replied the Medeusan.

“Then, lead the way!” said Medi, as she offered her hand.

The Medeusan was quite surprised that she would be willing to hold hands with someone she just met, and here, in public! But he took the offered hand, anyway, and led her to his quarters.

When the door to his quarters opened, there were two more Medeusans inside.

“What’s going on here?” asked Medi.

“These are my . . .” began the first Medeusan. “ . . . I am uncertain if the Universal translator can handle it. Is there a gender neutral plural word for husbands or wives?”

“Spice,” replied Medi. “Spice is the plural of spouse, just like mice is the plural of mouse. So these are your spice. I’m very pleased to meet you!”

Even though there had been a recent rule against shaking hands with Medeusans, Medi felt this was an intimate enough situation that they’d allow it. She offered a hand to each of them at the same time.

“Oh my!” said the second Medeusan, as Medi pumped her hand, rubbing their palms together. She could feel her palm opening in response.

“So you brought me here for a foursome?” theorized Medi. “Why is that?

The first Medeusan, the one that had brought her here, showed Medi her open palm. “Our mating organs are on our hands. Each finger is a male mating organ and the on our palm is our female mating organ. When we’re aroused, it opens like this so we our partner can put their finger in our palm. Each hand that we use to enter or be entered increased the amount of pleasure we feel. Unfortunately, we have to feel a certain amount of love and commitment to open our palms. One is easy. We just need to be aroused for that. Holding your hand on the way here was enough to open this palm. But in order to open a second palm for someone, we have to feel love. Each additional palm requires more intense a love for our partner. We love each other enough to open three of our palms to each other. That is such a strong love that we decided to get married. And if I’m with both my spice, I can open three of my palms to each of them, so I’ve got six of them open total. But I can’t get a fourth one open for them. I invited you here so you could fill my seventh palm.”

“Like this?” asked Medi, as she took the Medeusan’s hand and started licking the edges of the open palm.

“Oh my! just watching that keeps my palm open!” said the third Medeusan. “Do you mind if I take my translator off and we talk telepathically?”

“Do you mind if I take my clothes off?” responded Medi.

(Here, let me help you) said the first Medeusan, as two of her hands removed her translator hat, two of them undressed Medi, two of them caressed her and her seventh had enjoyed Medi’s tongue on her palm.

After everyone was undressed, the other two Medeusans joined in holding three of each other’s hands and rubbing their fingers and palms together. Soon, first had opened enough that she was being penetrated in three of her palms by each of her spice, while Medi licked the seventh palm.

(I wish they would each stick it in me lower down) thought Medi as she was enjoying the way first writhed as she licked her.

In response to her thoughts, Medi felt the hands from the other two that were caressing her probing her, searching for the willing orafices she wanted them to enter. Then found them and now, all four of them were being triple penetrated by each of their partners, the exception being Medi, who had three different Medeusans in her, once she figured out that first could stick his finger down her throat, with her tongue was in her palm. They continued like this, Medi had not noticed when they had moved to the bed, but they continued until first began to shudder and her skin turned a multitude of different colours in a rapidly changing pattern. This quickly spread to the other two Medeusans who were cycling through colours too. The effects on Medi pushed her over the edge to the most intense orgasm of her life!

“(Oh! Oh! Oh! I never imagined anything could be so beautiful!) thought Medi, referring to not only the coloured paterns she was seeing on the Medeusans as they all climaxed, but also the sensations she was feeling and the thoughts she was receiving from them.

Once their mutual climax had ended, the four of them lay together cuddling. As usually when bedding a telepath, they knew exactly how and where to touch her. Soon she was in the mood for more.

(That was really nice, having all three of you in me,) thought Medi. (Could I have just one of your triple penetrate me?)

(So want to just have me as a couple?) thought the first Medeusan, as she held both Medi’s hands and played with her fingers.

(The others can watch if they want) thought Medi.

Soon, her partner had slid a finger or two from each of three different hands in all three of her orifices.

(I can’t believe you’re able to open your self to me triplely!) thought first Medeusan, as he triple penetrated her and played with both her hands.

(I think I can take you in more than three) thought Medi, as she wrapped her fingers around the finger of a hand giving him a ‘hand job’ of sorts. She found if you turned her hand just right, she could could stick her index finer in her partners palm without letting go with the other fingers of her hand. And when she tried this with the other hand, her finger slid into that palm too.

(Five! Five! Five! No one has ever let them in them five at once!) thought first.

Medi noticed that her partner still hand two hands free which he was using to caress her. The other two Medeusans had entered each other in three of their palms.

(It’s all right, You can use the other two on them,) thought Medi.

First joined his two free hands with each of his other spice which meant while first was getting seven, the other two were only getting four each. When the climax came, it was not as spectacular as when they had all been joined together. But it was enough to overwhelm Medi and make her release her pheromones. And being joined together fivefold with one of them, allowed her to feel more loved, which she was, because her partner was broadcasting it to her telepathically. She gave each of them a chance to have her five-fold before joining again like they had the first time where each them was getting to have all of their holes filled.

When she woke the next morning, she realized the others were still asleep. She grabbed her clothes from off the floor and snuck into their sonic shower. Once she was clean and had re-dressed herself, she stepped out of the bathroom, only to find all three of the Medeusans awake and looking at her. None of them gotten out of bed, and they had not put on their translators yet. She stepped over to hold hands briefly with each of them, the Medeusan version of a kiss goodbye.

(We’ve been thinking at each other and we agree,) thought first. (Will you marry us?)

“What!” gasped Medi, as she took a step away. “But . . .but . . . but I don’t even know any of your names! . . . I need to go!”

Crewman Medi fled out the door.

Deep Space - Starship Argos - Councilors office

Councilor Đaimz was projecting a hologram of an Orion Male sitting on the box that contained the real him, in his energy form. In order to make the patient feel more comfortable, he was allowing Crewman Medi to sit on his lap straddling him so they could sit face-to-face at the close distance that made Orions feel more comfortable.

“So you had this intense expenience with my people and you don’t know how to deal with it?” asked Councilor Đaimz.

“Yes. It was the most intense experience of my life,” replied Medi. “The Climixes they gave me were the strongest in my life! And I could feel them! They were telepathically sending me what they were feeling at the same time and they were enjoying it as much as I was, more even! And the colours they turned when they climaxed! It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen!”

“Yes . . . I see it in your mind,” agreed Councilor Đaimz. “The pattern is very similar to how I look in my true form. So if was such a positive experience for you. Why do you think you are so troubled by it?”

“Because I’m such an Orion that I didn’t even ask their names!” cried Medi “I just stripped off my clothes and let them triple fuck me . . . pentuple fuck me! It was the greatest experience in my life and I don’t even know who it was with! And now they want me to marry them, to let them do that to me every night, to feel so much pleasure any time I want it!”

“Do you feel unworthy of their love?” asked Councilor Đaimz.

“Yes! That’s it, exactly!” cried Medi. “How can I burden them with a dirty Orion slut like me!?!”

“You say that as if it were a bad thing,” observed Councilor Đaimz. “Isn’t it true that amongst your people promiscuity is considered a virtue and to be called ‘slut’ is a badge of honor?”

“It is,” agreed Medi. “But I’m the only Orion on the ship, in the whole Federation even. I guess the attitudes of some of those Humans I’ve slept with has rubbed off on me.”

“Well, I can tell you this,” said Councilor Đaimz. “Monogamy is not practiced amongst my people. For us marriage is about living arrangements and raising offspring. We often bring bring home another partner so we can join more hands together.”

“I didn’t think you had any hands,” replied Medi. “Aren’t you really and energy creature?”

“I am,” agreed Councilor Đaimz. “But I still think of them as my people even though they are still corporeal.”

“You said the colour they turn when they climax looks like you do in your energy form. . . could I see it?” asked Medi.

“Are you sure you want to risk it?” asked Councilor Đaimz. “Many races find my appearance detrimental to their mental health. If it goes wrong, we’ll have to have Doctor Salar erase your memory of my appearance.”

“I think I would like to take that risk,” said Medi, as she climbed off the hologram’s lap. “Can I see you?”

“Very well,” said Councilor Đaimz, as the hologram winked out and he opened the box so he could emerge and show her his true energy form.

Medi was still staring at him murmuring about how beautiful he was when he closed himself back in the box and re-activated the hologram.

“How to you feel?” asked Councilor Đaimz.

“Wonderful!” gushed Medi, in awe. “I can see why the other Medeusans see you as a religious figure. Could you officiate at our wedding?”

“So you have decided to accept their invitation?” asked Councilor Đaimz.

“Yes . . . Yes I have!” replied Medi. “Thank you Councilor Đaimz, you have helped me a lot!”

Deep Space - Starship Argos - Sick Bay

“Doctor, would it be possible for me to have extra vaginas added to me?” asked Medi.

“Theoretically that might be possible,” replied Doctor Salar. “We do this in some cases for corrective surgery on transgender people. But since you are already female, why do you want a second vagina?”

“I don’t want just one, I want four,” explained Medi. “I’m going to marry some Medeusans and I want them to be able to stick all their male organs in me.”

“I suppose it would be possible,” admitted Doctor Salar. “ If we placed them on your lateral abdomen, we could put two on each side. We could even give each one a functional clitoris that could fee sensations however, it would have to be connected to your existing nerve tracts. Any sensation you would feel with the new ones, would feel as if it was happening to your existing one.”

“That’s fine with me,” agreed Medi. “Go ahead and do that.”

After she had recovered from the surgery, Medi wanted to wear a traditional Orion wedding dress, which would consist of a scarlet mini-skirt and a halter top, leaving her mid-drift bare. But she didn’t want everyone to see her new vulvas. She wasn’t a nudist like some of her Eight friends and thought that her lady parts should only be viewed by her lovers. (which was a good portion of the ship’s crew, but wasn’t everybody) So she had a minidress made with a green stripe that matched her skin tone, giving the illusion of a bare mid-drift. Since Councilor Đaimz would be performing the ceremony in his true form, precautions had to be taken. Vulcans and Tarquinians had to wear a red visor, Ensign Betsa was cautioned not to telepathically look through anyone else’s eyes and many of the guests had to wear blindfolds.

The ceremony was more beautiful than Medi imagined it would be and after the ceremony she and her new spice: Vačić, Jožo and Iviča retreated to their quarters. They were all doing some intense hand holding as they helped each other out of their translator hats and Medi out of her dress.

(What’s this!?!) thought Iviča, as he noticed her new vulvae.

(I wanted it to be possible for each of you to be able to septuple penetrate me,) thought Medi. (So I had myself surgically altered so I can be a better wife for each of you.)

Medi’s knees bucketed and they had to carry her to the bed as she felt the love radiating from all three of her new spice. two of them were intensely rubbing her hands with theirs in what for humans would be the equivalent of a passionate kiss.

She found that attention given to her new lady parts DID feel like it was happening to the original. That when she was being stimulated or entered in more than one, it felt strange to feel the same thing happening to the same part of her more than once at the same time. But it was good kind of strange.

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I do not own Star Trek, Battlestar Galactica or Mister Magoo

Chapter 54: so beautiful!

Deep Space - USS Argos - Nog’s room

Lieutenant Gaius Baltar was quite surprised when Lieutenant Valerii Eight answered the door not wearing anything, but holding her son in her arms.

“Oh! . . .I’ve come too early,” said Baltar, as he struggled to keep his eyes on her’s.

“No. You’re right on ti- . . . Oh, the clothes!” said Eight, when she realized what had Baltar so flustered. “I’m an Eight, married to a Ferengi. How did you expect me to dress when I’m home? Did you bring the Wife?”

“Yes, she’s right here,” said Baltar, putting his arm around her. Looking in the room, he saw that Eight’s Ferengi husband, Lieutenant Nog and Lieutenant Solon, the Talosian Communications officer, both wearing their uniforms. The Baltars stepped past Eight and into the room.

“I asked Lieutenant Solon to be here so I could see and speak to you both,” said Eight. “If you would make her visible, Lieutenant Solon?”

Suddenly, the low-cut dress seamed to vanish as Nog’s eyes lit up, showing that he was able to see that Natasi was naked!

“I don’t find this very funny Lieutenant Solon,” growled Baltar.

“It is she who has chose the appearance that I am presenting to us,” replied Lieutenant Solon. “I have simply made her self image visible to the rest of us.”

“I thought she’d feel more comfortable if I joined her,” said the Daemon, Natasi Baltar.

“She is correct,” observed Lieutenant Solon. “Perhaps I should follow suit?”

Lieutenant Solon’s image shifted to make her look like a naked human woman, a model Three Cylon to be exact.

“I thought things would be more comfortable if all female Cylons were represented,“ said Lieutenant Solon.

“Is this why you have invited us here?” asked Baltar, “To show off the Cylon bodies?”

“Actually, it was something you said at our son’s birth,” explained Eight. “I assumed he was talking to you, Natasi. But it got me thinking and looking through the computer records. I’m a monotheist, you see, and one of the Earth religions in the Argos Universe had a tradition that I would like your help with. I would like you two to be Rom’s god parents.”

“What would be involved?” asked Natasi.

“You would help with our son’s religious education and if anything happened to Nog and I, you would adopt him as your own,” explained Eight.

“I think we could agree to that,” replied Baltar.

“Could I hold him?” asked Natasi.

“It’s perfectly safe,” assured Lieutenant Solon. “Within the confines of the illusion I am projecting it will seem to all of you as if she is actually holding your son. She can even nurse him if she wishes.”

Carefully, Eight handed her son to Natasi. Both of them were afraid the whole time that he would fall to the floor. Finally, Eight let go and let Natasi hold him in her arms. He rooted and latched onto her nipple to start nursing off her.

“Look Gaius! It’s our godson!” exclaimed Natasi, as tears began running down her cheeks. “I’m a godmother! . . . Eight . . . I can’t tell you how much this means to me. To hold a child that I have status to hold! . . .”

“Feel free to look in on him at anytime,” replied Eight. “It will be nice to know you’re looking on him and can alert Gaius if something goes wrong that no one knows about yet.”

“And I can make it possible for you to hold him again as long as you set it up in advance, as Lieutenant Valerii Eight did,” added Lieutenant Solon.

Deep Space - USS Argos - corridor

Lieutenant Boomer Eight was walking down the corridor when she spotted a curious sight: Her friend, Crewman Medi was wearing a blue mini-dress, not the gold one she used to wear. She also wasn’t wearing her old uniform under it, so her green legs were easily visible between the hem of her skirt and the top of her boots.

“Medi?” asked Boomer. “What are you wearing!?!”

“You like it?” asked Medi. “I just made officer. You are looking at Councilor Đaimz’s newest assistant, Ensign Medi - Assistant Therapist, well, Sex Therapist, actually.”

“That sounds more like you,” chuckled Boomer. “How did this happen?”

“Well recently, Councilor Đaimz helped me deal with my feelings about my spice, made me realize I wanted to marry them,” explained Medi. “And I realized that I wanted to be able to help other people that same way. So I spoke with him, and he made me realize that I could use my natural inclinations in a therapeutic setting. I mean, I was already trying to help everyone who needed me by giving myself to them. Why not learn how to be better at it? Some of Councilor Đaimz’s patients need a more hands on approach. I can help provide that. So I used that Talosian learning machine to get qualified to be an officer, then added the psychology module and now I’m a fully qualified therapist.”

“Wow, that’s amazing,” replied Boomer.

“So would you like to celebrate with me?” asked Medi, putting her arms around Boomer’s neck.

“You’re married now,” replied Boomer. “Don’t you think your three new husbands would have something to say about that?”

“They won’t mind,” replied Medi. “Medeusan views on fidelity a pretty similar to Orion ones. In fact, if you and Luziana would like to dock with the four of us? . . .”

Deep Space - USS Argos - Main Engineering

Lieutenant Valerii Eight was on the top level of main engineering checking the EPS relays. Like most of the female Cylons, she had been excited about the new uniforms, especially the minidresses. But it only took one day to change her mind about it. When she above them, the other engineers tended to try to position themselves so they could look up her dress. It didn’t seem to matter that she was wearing the old uniform under it and there was, therefore, nothing to see. As a result, she’d quickly returned to the old uniform. The other female engineers were the same. Depending on their favored temperature, they’d either wear the old uniform like her, or the pants, shirt and jacket of the new uniform. The bitch of it was: that she was not at all shy about showing her body parts to people when she was off duty. Any of her co-workers could have gotten a much better view of her if they happen to run into her walking the corridors when she was off duty.
From her vantage point up here, she could see someone enter who didn’t belong. Lieutenant Mark Junii worked in Hydroponics, not here. Yet here he was walking in with a half meter long spanner in his had.

“Mark, what are you doing here?” asked Lieutenant Charles Chen.

“Beautiful . . . it’s so beautiful . . .” murmured Junii, before screaming: “I can’t take it any more!”

Suddenly, Junii was swinging the spanner wildly!

“Mark . . . come on . . . put that down,” said Chen, calmly, and he backed away. “You’re gonna hurt some one, . . .”

Eight wasted no time. she tapped her com-badge and said: “Security to Main Engineering! We need Security in Main Engineering!”

“They’re on their way,” replied Lieutenant Schist through the com-badge.

Mark Junii was still waving the spanner at Chen, who was dodging. One of his swings hit a plasma manifold, there was a surge and the lights dimmed for an instant as sparks shot out of the dilithium chamber.
Eight flipped off the relays she had been working on, praying to the one God that the power reduction would be enough to save the dilithium crystals.
The doors opened and a squad of Security Officers charged in, lead by Lieutenant Kara ‘Starbuck’ Thrace. She along with Lieutenant Nog and the Medeusan Lieutenant Vačić were able to subdue the insane botanist and restrain him.
But Eight ignored all that, instead, she and Chen and Đžain were frantically trying to save the ship following the orders of Lieutenant Commander Svino, who was directing their efforts.

Deep Space - USS Argos - Conference Room

“We were able to save half the dilithium crystals,” reported Lieutenant Commander Svino. “But our maximum speed is now limited to Warp 5.”

“I see,” replied Captain Data. “Thank you for your report, Commander.”

“We will not make it in time to fight the Skrrr,” complained Commander Worf.

“They will have to do their best without our aid,” said Data. “And the person who caused the damage has been apprehended?”

“Lieutenant Mark Junii, a botanist who works in Hydroponics,” reported Lieutenant Schist. “He is a Human of Kobolian extraction, originally from the planet, Aerilon. He had not history of violent episodes. He was subdued and brought to Sick Bay.

“The Patient is currently sedated,” reported Doctor Salar. “Until we discover the cause of his malady, he must be kept sedated as he becomes violent, when he is not.”

Deep Space - USS Argos - Transporter Room 1

There wasn’t much to do on in the Transport Rooms when they were in deep space. Nevertheless, regulations said that the transporter room had to be maned at all times, even when there was no need of them. Transporter Chief Luziana Eight, who had taken the family name of her Cylon wife was just finishing her shift when her replacement, Crewman Domuz, staggered in.

“About time your got here,” snapped Luziana.

“Beautiful . . . I used to think you were so beautiful . . .” mumbled the Telerite, as he reached up to stroke her cheek.

“That’s very nice, and all,” said Luziana, as she pushed his hand away from her face. “But it’s time for your shift to begin.”

“I didn’t know what true beauty was!” screamed Domuz, as he lunged at her wrapping his hands around her throat and knocked her down so he was kneeling on her chest, while he choked her.

His weight had pushed most of the air out of her lungs and his hands around her throat was preventing her from taking more in. Her sight was fading to black as she despirately telepathically shouted:

(BOOMER HELP!)

But she knew it was futile . . . her wife was in their quarters on the other end of the ship, caring for their daughter and her telepathic cry would go unheeded. Her vision was getting blacker . . .

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Deep Space - USS Argos - corridor

Ensign Gazali was walking down the corridor near Transporter Room 1 when he heard a faint telepathic message. It was not directed at him, but the intensity of it made it noticeble. Apparently someone needed aid with explosives? Knowing that the use of explosives was inappropriate on board a Starship in Deep Space, the Talosian officer decided to follow the message back to it’s source.

When he stepped into Transporter Room 1, there was no crewman manning the control panel as there should be. However, There was a strong feeling of rage coming from behind the panel. The rage was so strong it was causing the Talosian to feel pain. He certainly couldn’t cut through all that rage to determine what was causing it. He needed to put a stop to it. When he stepped around to the control panel, he saw on the floor behind it was a Telarite male who was kneeling on a human female that he was in the midst of strangling.

“Security to Transporter Room 1,” said Ensign Gazali, after he tapped his com-badge.

The Telerite turned at the sound of his voice. Crewman Domuz released his grip on the uncouncious Transporter Chief Luziana Eight and climbed to his feet. In spite of the metal barrier the Telarite’s rage was producing, Ensign Gazali could tell by his stance, he was preparing to charge. The much weaker Talosian could do nothing to stop the enraged Telarite. Ensign Gazali was knocked to the floor with Crewman Domuz’s hands around his throat before Lieutenant Kara ‘Starbuck’ Thrace led a couple of Security Officers into the room: Ensign Ssslurr and Ensign Tarsa.
Ensign Gazali felt Crewman Domuz go limp, as the phaser beam stunned him, exstinguishing his rage.

“Are you all right?” asked Starbuck, as she offered her free hand to help the Talosian up.

“I am uninjured,” replied Ensign Gazali. “However, the human female will require medical attention.
“She’s not Human, she’s Betazoid,” replied Starbuck. “The Chief’s a friend of mine.”

(I can see in your mind that you wish you could ask me to examine the Telarite male’s mind to determine the source of his rage,) telepathically sent Ensign Gazali to Starbuck. (But you know that this would be a violation of his rights. . . .Very well . . . I shall seek the information you require, even though it will me inadmissable at his Court Martial.)

Ensign Gazali looked into Crewman Domuz’s memories, attempting to find the thing that set him off. When he found it . . . he couldn’t imagine that something could be so beautiful! . . . He found that he couldn’t turn away! . . . he couldn’t stop looking at that memory!

Deep Space - USS Argos - Sick Bay

“I don’t know sir,” replied Starbuck. “He telepathically told he he was going to pry into Crewman Domuz’s memories, to try to find our why this happened, and then he went catatonic.”

“You know telepathic intrusion is not allowed in criminal cases,” admonished Lieutenant Schist.

“Yes sir,” Starbuck told the living rock that was her boss.

“Until we discover the source of this malady, telepathic therapy should be ruled out as being to dangerous to attempt,” observed Doctor Salar.

Deep Space - USS Argos - Bridge

“Commander, I have received a report that Ensign Vonik has failed to report for his duty shift,” reported Lieutenant Solon.

Commander Worf tapped his com-badge and said: “Engin Vonik, report!”

When there was no answer, Worf said: “Computer, locate Ensign Vonik.”

“Ensign Vonik is located in the Quarters of Ensign Vonik,” replied the Ship’s Computer.

“He could be another victim,” theorized Lieutenant Pram. “Should we sent Security to check it out?”

“No,” commanded Worf. “I will lead the investigation myself. “Have a security team meet me outside Ensign Vonik’s quarters, but that are not to enter until I arrive.

Deep Space - USS Argos - Ensign Vonik’s quarters

When Commander Worf arrived, Lieutenant Nog and Ensign Mao were already waiting for him.

“Phasers set to stun,” Worf commanded them, as he made certain his own phaser was set on stun. “Computer, security override, open the quarters of Ensign Vonik, authorisation Commander Worf.”

“Code accepted,” said the computer, as the door slid open.

Inside, Ensign Vonik was sitting at his table, facing them. In the Tarquinian’s hands was a PAD that we was staring at in wonder. He was not moving at all. He was barley even breathing. Nog saw some flashing colours reflecting in the window behind Ensign Vonik. He’d seen colours like that before somewhere. . . .

“Everyone stop!” yelled Nog. “Turn around! And lets walk out of here.”

“He’s just staring at a PAD,” said Ensign Mao, as he walked around the desk. “I’m sure it’s perfectly al- . . .”

Suddenly, as Ensign Mao caught a glimpse of what was on the pad, he arched his back, dropped to the floor, curled up and started howling!

Seeing that, Worf decided to follow Nog’s advice and turn around to exit. Once he was in the corridor, he turned on the Ferengi Security officer. “What do you know?”

“I’m not certain,” replied Nog. “But I think it is somehow tied to the Medeusans. I recommend we bring Councilor Đaimz in on this.”

“I agree,” said Worf, before tapping his com-badge. “Councilor Đaimz, please report to Ensign Vonik’s quarters.”

It was a few minutes before Councilor Đaimz showed up with his new assistant, Ensign Medi. The hologram Councilor Đaimz was projecting looked like the top half of a Tarquinian or Vulcan, which until recently, were the same people.

“Why had you called for me?” asked Councilor Đaimz.

“Ensign Vonik is in his room paralysed and staring at his PAD,” explained Worf. “When Ensign Mao looked at the screen he was incapacitated too.”
“I saw a little bit of a reflection of the what they were seeing,” added Nog. “The combination of colours reminded me of something I once saw a Medeusan do.”

“Very well, Ensign Medi and I will investigate,” said Councilor Đaimz. “The rest of you stay out here.”

The door opened for them and once it was closed again, Councilor Đaimz told Medi: “You stay here by the door. I will go closer and look.”

The Medeusan rolled forward on the wheels of the box that contained his true form and projected the hologram on top of it. When he saw what was on the screen he gave a short laugh and turned to Ensign Medi.

“You can come forward,” said Councilor Đaimz. “It should be safe for you.”

She had to step around Ensign Mao, who had curled up in a fetal position, in order to see what was on the screen of the PAD.

“Oh! Wow! . . . “So Beautiful!” said Medi, as she saw what the screen showed. But when she started to raise the hem of her dress, Councilor Đaimz interrupted her wonder.

“Ensign Medi!” shouted Councilor Đaimz.

“Oh! Right. . . sorry . . .” said Medi as she stopped trying to pull her skirt up and turned to her boss. “I can see why it’s affecting everyone so strongly.”

“Lieutenant Nog, can you come in here please?” asked Councilor Đaimz. “Not you, Commander Worf, just Nog. Now, I’m going to turn off the PAD, when I do, I want you to immediately stun Ensign Vonik.”

Deep Space - USS Argos - Conference Room

“It is a Medeusan form of what humans would call: pornography,” explained Councilor Đaimz.

“All of our Medeusan crew members received a copy of it in the most recent package of subspace messages from Visalayan,” explained Lieutenant Commander Harry Kim. “Lieutenant Mark Junii hacked into the communications, noticed that this one message went to all the Medeusans, opened it himself, then sent copies to his friends.”

“Everyone who was affected saw this image, either directly, or the memory of it telepathically,” added Councilor Đaimz. “The effect was similar to that that many races have when seeing my true form. Doctor Salar should be able to safely remove the memory of having seen it will no ill effects on the people in question.”

“I see,” said Captain Data. “So for the safety of the crew we should ban all Medeusan pornography.”

“I’m afraid we can’t do that,” replied Councilor Đaimz. “Although the images would be considered pornographic by human standards, by Medeusan standards they are considered religious art. It would be a violation of my ancestor’s rights to forbid them to view religious iconography. And there are other races, like Orions and Deltans that can safely view it also. Even Vulcans and Tarquinians should be all right if they use a red filter.”

“Perhaps the files should have a warning in the summary: Warning, this file contains images that may cause madness in certain races,” offered Worf.

Skrrr homeworld orbit

For months the Medeusans had been denying them their rightful prizes . . . destroying their fighters, while continuing their whining about wanting peace. In response, the Queen had bred prolifically, producing legions new Workers to fly the greatest battle fleet in the history of the Skrrr. The invasion of Visalayan was about to begin.

Deep Space - USS Argos - Councilor Đaimz’s office

Councilor Đaimz let his assistant see the image again and explained to her what she was seeing. It was a Medeusan Priest/ess who was able to open herself fully to her partners. Each of her seven palms had to finger of a Medeusan in it, while he was also sticking his fingers in their palms. They were arrayed around her like a circle joined with her and each other. There was an outer circle, and another and another and another and another. The effect was similar to a mandala. The file was only 30 seconds long on a loop, showing an orgasm that started with the center Priest/ess and radiated outward. The colours they would turn during the peak of pleasure looked similar to the true appearance of their God/dess, Councilor Đaimz. Lesser races could not bear to gaze upon such beauty. Even Orions, like Medi, could not restrain themselves for self-stimulation when viewing it. Though it didn’t cause the long-term detrimental effects that it had on Humans and other races.

He explained to her that the Priest/ess in the center was specially trained to make herself feel unconditional Love for her partners that was so strong that she could open herself completely. Each of her partner were Priest/esses who could do the same with enough skill that could open themselves six-fold. Each of them was conjoined to one of the center Priest/ess’ hands, one of the second ring hands and their other four hands with each other in the first ring. The second ring was similarly arranged with Priest/esses who could open five-fold. The third ring could open four-fold, then three fold, then two fold. The outermost ring was people who’d paid handsomely for the privilege of being a part of this. They were only required to conjoin singly with the ring inward and with the other people that made up the ring. But some of them had more than one connection with their partners in the outer ring.

After watching this and having explained to her, Medi felt a strong need to excuse herself and return to her quarters. She was in luck. Iviča was there!.

(Medi what’s wrong?) asked Iviča when he saw the expression on her face.

She rushed forward and grabbed two his hands and rubbed them against her palms passionately. She sometimes missed kissing her spice. Their beaks didn’t have lips and were not sensitive to feel kissing the way she could with humanoids. But she got enough kissing from others that she didn’t feel too deprived.

“Help me out of this dress,” asked Medi, as she kicked off her boots. She let her spouse use his other five hands to remove her clothing so that she could maintain her hold on him with her hands as much as she could. Once she was stripped he pulled her onto the bed. She sat with her back against his body/head as she continued to passionately rub two of his hands with hers.

Ivića put a hand on her lips and Medi licked her palm until it opened to give her tongue entrance. His other four hands were fondling her body, two of them on her breasts, and the other two moving gradually from her feet to her inner thighs. Medi spread her legs to allow him entrance and when he made it to her sex, he used one finger to rub her original clit while the other continues up and to the side so he could also stimulate one of her new clits on the vulvae she had surgically altered herself to allow. His hand span was great enough great enough that he could touch two of her side clits at once. On her breasts, one he was fondling with his fingers, the other she was rubbing an open palm against.

As Medi’s level of pleasure grew, her whimpers turned to moans, which became screams when she reached her climax. When the peak had passed and she had finally caught her breath Medi begged him:

“Dock me Iviča! Dock me now!” panted Medi, before she stuck her tongue back in Iviča’s open palm.
She felt him move his hands down. The one that had been rubbing original clit moved down and entered her first vagina. The one that had been rubbing her left side clits moved down and entered her anus. The hands on her breasts moved down to each penetrate a lower side vagina. She let go of his hands so he could enter her finally two holes. Then she opened her mouth wider so that she could take in his finger, while she continued to lick that palm. She’d opened herself completely to him and he was filling all of her holes. When he began thrushing, she explored with her hands, looking for palms she could enter. The first two she found were open and she angled her hand so that every time he thrust into her, she would also be thrusting into Iviča, who was a her in this situation.

As he thrust into her, she twisted around so that she could see him. Medi didn’t want to miss his climax. The whole time he was thrusting into her, his telepathic control and fallen away completely. The was involuntarily broadcasting the depths of his Love for her, who had opened herself to him seven-fold and had even had herself surgically altered to make this possible. He’d never thought he would even get a chance to enter a partner with all seven. Only the most hight skilled adepts could love deeply enough to open seven-fold. But she was was completely open to him. And she was making iviča open so much that the only limitation seemed to be how many digits she had available penetrate her.

Medi’s arousal was growing in tandem and her husband telepathically broadcast how he was feeling. And so when he reached his climax, it pushed her over the edge on her own. His finger down her throat muffled her moans. But he could feel the joy of what she was feeling and the depth of her love for him.

Sometime during all this, Jožo and Vačić had come home. And when Iviča started pulling fingers out of her, Jožo would immediately replace them with his own. No foreplay, he just entered her. And when he was completely in her, he started thrusting. But she was fully receptive to him and could feel the Love for her he was broadcasting, a love that she returned.

Once Ivića was out of Medi, he started with Vačić. The Medeusans of this family were only able to open them selves to each other three-fold before Medi joined them. They has since learned that one of them who had just finished joining sevenfold with Medi could open four palms for either of the other two. This allowed Vačić to enter four of Iviča’s palms, while her entered three of Vačić’s. In this way they were able to achieve that seven fold connection that they craved, though they still preferred to be completely in Medi.

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Unhuman

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Chapter 56: Federation vs. the Skrrr

Visalayan orbit - Talosian ship Athena - Commodore’s office

In the Visalayan system sat the Fleet that Commodore Sart had gathered to deal with the piracy problem perpetrated by the Skrrr. From the Talosian system he had brought 9 of his ships to add to the four Medusian ships he had concentrated here. (two of them were normally posted here, two more had been brought back from other systems) There were two Cylon Base ships and two Kobolian ships: a Mercury class Battlestar and a Cruiserstar. Commodore Sart had spent weeks in video conference with his captains. Now, he had gathered them all for one last video conference to remind them of the more important points he had already gone over with them previously. All of the ships had subspace transceivers with video screens, so they could see each other. Though, with 27 people on the screen, it was difficult to see any one person.

“Captains, we are about to embark on this mission, so I want go over a few points again,” said the Talosian Commodore Sart. “We are going to confront the Skrrr, an insectoid species that has been preying on Medeusan shipping. We have made many attempts to negotiate a peace with the Skrrrr, but they have refused all attempts. I will take the Athena uncloaked into their territory. The rest of the Talosian
ships will accompany me but will remain cloaked. The Medeusan ships will follow a a position one light hour behind, to the right of and above the Athena. The Cylon and Kobolian ships will be called after the battle has begun and will jump in.
The Skrrr’s usual ships are small carriers that are unarmed, other than the 6 fighters that they carry. Their fighters are comparable to Raiders and Vipers and are armed with auto-cannon similar in effectiveness to the kinds our Raiders carry. The fighters are also capable working as boarding pods. The Skrrr are an insectoid race. Their bodies are covered in chitinous carapace armor that is comparable to Cylon Centurions. So any troops that encounter them, will need to be armed with either explosive bullets or phaser rifles, set to disintegrate. Their physical strength
is also comparable to a Centurion. They do not use ranged weapons in boarding parties and instead rely on melee weapons to carve up their foes. Their running speed is rapid enough that they can often close with you before your can fire a shot at them. It is not believed that they have transporter capability. But if they are found to have that technology, the Proserpina, Khthonios, Atalanta, and the Odyssey, are all ordered to jump away immediately, not pausing to retrieve Vipers or Raiders. If any of our planets except Kobol or Caprica send a distress call, these four ships are to immediately jump to the planet and defend it.
Are there any questions?”

Deep Space - 1/4 the journey from Visalayan to Skrrr Hive-world - Athena (Talosian flagship) - Bridge

(Commodore, I am sensing a large number of individuals) thought the Talosian in charge of far listening. (They are not yet within sensor range)

(Monitor sensors, Let me know when they become visible.) thought Commodore Sart. (Communications, alert the rest of the Fleet)

(Aye Commodore) thought the communications officer, who then turned on the subspace transceiver and alerted the other ships.

(Ships are coming into range) thought the Sensor officer. Taking on individual names was for the convenience of the other races of Starfleet and the Talosians didn’t bother with them when they were alone on their ship. (Their configuration matches that of the Skrrr carrier ships. There are a large number of them . . . . estimate more than 600 of them.)

(Raise shields,) commanded Commodore Sart. (Hail the Skrrr)

(Channel open, audio only,) announced the Communications Officer.

“This is Commodore Sart of the United Federation Planets. We wish to negotiate an end to hostilities between your people and the Medeusans, a member species of our Federation.”

“This is Over-Worker Krrrrk of the Skrrr Invasion Fleet! Soon we shall exterminate the slimy Medeusans and take their world for our selves! then, there will be peace between our peoples as they digest in our stomachs!”

(Switch channels to the entire Fleet) thought Commodore Sart.

(All ships are listening, Commodore) thought the Communications Officer.

“Fleet, contingency plan 23,” said Commodore Sart. “Begin.”

On hearing their command, the other 8 Talosian ships de-cloaked, raised shields and fired phasers, destroying 7 of the Skrrr carriers. The Medeusans circled around to de-cloak on their lower right flank. Then, four of the Skrrr carriers exploded as the the bombs transported inside them exploded. When the Base ships and Kobolians jumped on to their upper left flank, they began launching Vipers and Raiders. The Skrrr began launching their fighters.

Deep Space - 1/4 the journey from Visalayan - Odyssey - C&C

“Skrrr are launching fighters,” reported Lieutenant Terry Carter.

Target 12 of the carriers with our belly launchers,” commanded Captain Penelope Illyria. “Have the side cannon prepared to intercept Skrrr fighters.”

“Photon torpedoes locked on target,” reported Commander Ronald Moore.

“Fire!” commanded Captain Illyria.

“12 Carriers destroyed,” reported Lieutenant Carter.

“Have them reload,” commanded Moore.

“Turn the nose down,” commanded Illyria. “I want to try out that L.A.S.E.R.! While we’re at it, target 12 more carriers.”

The Odyssey was not equipped with a view screen. So their Bridge officers couldn’t see the focused beam of light lance out for 3 seconds and burn through the hull of the Skrrr carrier ship or the Skrrr fighter that was destroyed when it attempted to block the laser beam by interposing itself.

It was not possible to instal phasers without removing all the tyllium based tech and replacing it with a warp core and the plasma conduits required to power a phaser cannon. So the Borg had, instead installed an older technology, a Light Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation device that’s power draw was near the upper limit of what the Odyssey could handle. During the 3 seconds that the L.A.S.E.R. was firing, the lights on Odyssey dimmed to half their normal brightness throughout the ship.

“L.A.S.E.R. has destroyed its’ target, along with a fighter,” reported Lieutenant Carter. “Photon torpedoes have destroyed 7 more carriers.”

“Why only seven?” asked Commander Moore.

“The fighters are getting to be so dense they’re starting to block our torpedoes,” explained Lieutenant Carter.

“Tell the lateral cannons to keep those fighters off us,” commanded Captain Illyria. “And spin us around. I want to shoot them with the top launchers while the others are reloading.”

Deep Space - 1/4 the journey from Visalayan - Racer’s Viper

Julia ‘Racer’ Alexandros and Tom ‘Lone Wolf’ Riddle were weaving in and out of a veritable sea of Skrrr fighters and had been cut off from the rest of their squadron.

“I’ve got one on my tail! I can’t shake him! I can’t-” were the last words of ‘Lone Wolf’ before his viper exploded from Skrrr fighter fire.

“Fast draw, I’m cut off and I lost my wingman!” Racer reported to the CAG.

“We can’t get to you. There’s too many of them,” replied the CAG.

“I can be your wingman,” said a mechanical sounding voice.

“Who’s that?” asked Racer.

“I am Raider 57,” replied the voice.

Racer glanced to her left and spotted a Cylon Raider flying parallel with her.

“Glad you have you, 57,” said Racer. “Now let’s kick some insect ass!”

Deep Space - 1/4 the journey from Visalayan - Ahtapot (Medeusan ship) - Bridge

“Here comes another swarm of fighters!” reported the Medeusan Tactical Officer.

“Beam another warhead into the middle of their formation,” ordered the Captain.

“Hit! That swarm is gone,” said the Tactical Officer. “But here comes another one!”

“Palm me with one hand” grumbled the 1st Officer. “I think there might be enough of them to carry out their threat of invading Visalayan.”

“Not if we take them out before they get there,” replied the Captain. “Beam!”

Deep Space - 1/4 the journey from Visalayan - Proserpina - Bridge

“Fire four more photon torpedoes,” ordered Captain Mecha.

“Three of the fighters have latched on,” reported 1st officer Three. “We’ve got boarders in sections 5, 14, and 39.”
“Send two squads of MACOS to each of those sections,” ordered Captain Mecha.

Most of those MACOS were, like her, Cylon Centurions. Though there was one Kobolian Human in their ranks.

Deep Space - 1/4 the journey from Visalayan - Odyssey - corridor

“Here they come!” said MACO Lieutenant Grant.

In the time they had been in this part of the galaxy, the Odyssey had taken on new crew members, alien crew members, from the home worlds of the Borg, Tarquinians, Vulcans, Medeusans and Talosians. Being new, these aliens were all ensigns with the lowest seniority. But if they survived this battle, they’d rise in rank aboard this ship. Grant’s MACO squad had Kobolian Humans, a Tarquinian and a Medusian in it. But the aliens’ differences were forgotten as the skittering sounds of the approaching Skrrr echoed off the deck. As soon as they saw movement, they started firing. The barely had time to register the shape of the Skrrr worker as it charged them with an axe in each hand. It looked sort of mantis-like, with a four legged body and two arms that had hands that could hold weapons. The Skrrr charged so fast that there was only time to take one of them out before the others were amongst them.

The Skrrr managed to kill two of Grant’s men before the Medeusan MACO and grabbed both its‘ arms and tried to prevent it from killing any more of them. The Skrrr worker reared back on its’ back feet and started kicking with its’ front feet while using the Medeusan’s grip on its’ arms to bash him against the ceiling! Grant pointed his pistol, loaded with explosive rounds, under what looked like the chin of the creature and pulled the trigger. The Skrrr worker dropped the Medeusan as its’ body went limp. Meanwhile, the Tarquinian had managed to disintegrate one with his phaser riffle, and another had been taken down by another of his men, armed with explosive bullets.

Deep Space - 1/4 the journey from Visalayan - Odyssey - C&C

By now the battle had been going on for hours. The Odyssey had long since expended all of its’ photon torpedoes and was relying on its’ LASAR and lateral cannons to hold off the Skrrr fighters.

“Port armory reports they are out of ammunition for the cannons,” reported Commander Moore.

“They’ve got us surrounded again,” reported Lieutenant Carter.

“Well make another micro jump to the edge of the battle,” commanded Captain Illyria. “The starboard cannons will have to take up the slack.”

“Odyssey, with draw to Visalayan,” commanded the voice of Commodore Sart, over the subspace transceiver.

“Captain?” asked Moore.

“You heard the Commodore,” replied Captain Illyria. “Set jump co-ordinates for Visalayan and . . Jump!”

The new duatronic computers allowed known co-ordinates to be saved and constantly recalculated from their current location to a known one. They no longer had to recalculate for each jump. This allowed the Odyssey to safely leave the battle and join the Atalanta, Proserpina, and Khthonios, who had preceeded them there. The rest of the battle would have to be completed by the Taolsians and Medeusans. But the Human ships, both Kobolian and Cylon, had given a good account of themselves and helped greatly with paring down the nearly 700 Skrrr carriers to few dozen. And in the process, friendships had been formed between Viper pilots and Raiders.

Skrrr homeworld orbit - Athena - Bridge

It had been a hard battle. They had lost four ships: three Talosian and one Medeusan. But they had, in one stroke, destroyed the Skrrr’s ability to wage war completely. The Skrrr had gambled all their forces and lost.

(Open a channel,) commanded Commodore Sart.

(Channels open on all frequencies, Commodore,) reported the Communications Officer.

“This is Commodore Sart of the United Federation of Planets. We have tried repeatedly to make peace with you and you responded with an invasion fleet. We have therefore removed your ability to travel in space and destroyed all your spacefaring ships. Until you are willing to negotiate, in good faith, a peace between our species, you will be denied the ability to leave your planet. Any ship that attempts to leave your planet, unless it is a diplomatic envoy prepared to negotiate for peace, will be destroyed.”

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Kobol - Athens - Steps of the Kobolian Government Hall

Tom Zarek had just been sworn in as the President of Kobol and now stepped up to the microphone to make his inauguration speech.

“My fellow Humans, It is a great honor to stand here as the first President of our people to be elected on Kobol. My predecessor, President Roslin has served us well, both in fulfilling the rest of of President Adar’s term and in her own term as President. The Colonial Warriors like Adama and Cain, wanted to keep fighting the Cylons. It was President Roslin that persuaded them to protect the people she had gathered together. She shepherded us along as we ran from the Cylons and made the deal that resulted in the creation of the Federation, thus giving us a home world on Kobol. And now, we are at peace with the Cylons, members of the same Federation as them.
I know I promised that after I was elected I would withdraw Kobol from the Federation. But until you become president, you don’t have excess to all of the information. We need the Federation. Not just for the peace with the Cylons that it gives us. But also for the protection of our world. The recent war with the Skrrr showed us that the universe is not a safe place, that we need to be part of something bigger than ourselves in order to be safe. Also, we need the resources of more than one world. Kobol is a world rich in life. It is a good place for farming. And some of the other worlds of the Federation like Tarquinus, which we once called New Caprica, and Vulcan, need our agricultural exports to survive. And as our population grows and our farmers become more numerous, the food we grow will only be come MORE critical to them. They need us. And we need them. We are not the first people to live on Kobol. Our ancestors lived here. And when they did, the ancient Humans of Kobol mined all the easy to reach mineral resources on this planet. Our industry needs imported mineral resources to survive. If we quit the Federation, the ships bringing us minerals from worlds like Tarquinus and Talos IV would stop coming and we would descend into the stone age, not even the stone age, as all the good flint has long since been mined. And so, we are going to remain members of the Federation whose Capital we host.
As a candidate, I advocated the ejection of Cylons and aliens from our world. But when my campaign came to Athens, my eyes were opened. I promised that Sparta would only be a place for Humans from the 12 Colonies and I intend to keep that promise. As long as I am president, Sparta and the continent on which it is located will only be a refuge for people who are Humans purely descended from the 12 Colonies. Sparta will remain a wholesome and decent place where Colonial moral values are preserved.
But our people also need what Athens has to offer. We need the industry and research labs and colleges that Athens has. We need a place where we can meet with our brothers and sisters from the other worlds of the Federation. And we need a place that is for all Humans, not just Colonial Humans but Cylon Humans too. I’ve seen the way Cylons interact with Humans when we meet as equals. And I am convinced that the Cylons ARE just as Human as the Colonials of the 12 tribes. They are the 13th Tribe. They may be different. But they are just as Kobolian as the other 12 tribes. And there is a place for those of them who have decided to come back to Kobol, to marry and have children with our people. For them, Athens shall be their home.
But Athens and Sparta are not the end of our people. They are the beginning of our people. We have a whole world to repopulate and fill. And in time, new towns will be built on these two continents and the others.”

The new President’s speech continued for another deci-day. The only other surprise had been his appointment of Laura Roslin as his Secretary of Education.

To everyone’s surprise Zarek really did want what he thought was best for his people. He just had different ideas about what constituted ‘Best’ and ‘His people’.

Captain’s log: Stardate 57809.9 - We have arrived at Mars and repairs have begun of the damage recently sustained. The Proserpina, Khthonios, Atalanta and Odyssey are also here for the same reason. Members of their crews have been visiting our ship for both tours and for the use of our holodecks. Our repairs have delayed the construction of the Apollo, which is near completion. It will be the first Federation ship constructed since the creation of this universe’s Federation.
We have also received a summons to the planet Visalayan. No doubt our proximity makes them crave another encounter with our Ship’s Councilor, who is a religious figure for them.

Mars Orbit - Starship Argos - Captain’s Ready Room

Commander Worf entered to find Captain Data sitting at his desk.

“You asked for me, Captain?”

“Yes,” replied Data. “Please be seated. I have received a message from Fleet Admiral Adama. The Apollo will soon be completed. By the time our own repairs are finished and we have returned from Visalayan, construction on the ship should be complete. The Fleet Admiral is offering YOU the captaincy of the Apollo. . . . is there something the matter Commander?”

“No . . . No... no sir,” replied Worf. “It’s just . . . I’m now understanding why Riker was hesitant to give up being First officer to a great captain on a galaxy class ship when he was offered captaincy of a smaller ship.”

“Thank you for the complement, Commander,” said Data. “However, If I may point out, captaining a smaller ship can often be a step to a larger ship. There are plans to built Constitution class ships for exploration, after there are enough Apollo class ships to protect all the Federation worlds. This could be a step in that direction.”

“The Apollo is a bit old fashioned looking,” grumbled Worf.

“Although the exterior appearance and interior decor is reminiscent of 23 century designs from our home universe, most of the technology will be drawn from the Argos. It will be able to match our speed at Warp and it’s shields and phasers can match the Argos power levels. It will also have a phasing cloak and a small resurrection hub for your Cylon crew members. It’s transporters, however, will be derived from Medeusan designs and will be superior to those of the Argos.”

“Very well, I accept,” answered Worf.

“The Fleet Admiral will have to final decision about who the crew of the Apollo will be He has already requested that Lieutenant Thrace be the 1st Officer. And most your crew will be from all the worlds of the Federation. If we were in agreement with our recommendations he would me more inclined to follow our suggestions. So let us negotiate about who you would like to have from the Argos’ crew.”

Mars Orbit - Starship Argos - Councilor Medi’s office

Ensign Medi was currently giving care to Lieutenant Valerii Eight. In order help Eight relax and open up, Ensign Medi had allowed her to remove her uniform and to make her more comfortable, Ensign Medi had removed her own. Currently the two unclothed women were hugging as Medi tried to offer the crying Eight Comfort.

“I can’t help it! I love him so much!” cried Eight on the shoulder of her therapist. “He says I’m enough, but I KNOW he wants more Females! It’s part of Ferengi culture!”

“Has it occurred to you that he might be sincere in his denial of wanting more than one Female,” offered Medi as she continued to hug Eight. “He did after all, grow up amongst humans and Bajorans. Maybe having other Females, the Ferengi version of wife, is too big a step for him. Perhaps you might could fill that need with a more frivolous encounter. You could bring a close friend to share your bed with him and let him have you both at the same time.”

“Would YOU be willing to do that for me?” asked Eight.

“I can if you want,” replied Medi. “But if you have another friend that you are closer to, you might want to invite them.”

“All right,” said Eight, as she released Medi from the hug.

“Before our next session, I want you to think about whether or not you want to invite a friend and if you do, talk to at least one about the idea,” recommended Medi as they started to put their uniforms back on.

Once they were dressed, Eight gave her another quick hug and said: “Thank you, Councilor! You helped me a lot!”

After Eight left, Medi went to the door to let her next patient in. It was a Medeusan that she didn’t know.

“I don’t believe we’ve met before Ensign . . . ?” said Medi.

“Ensign Mažić, from the Odyssey,” introduced the Medeusan, with a bow.

“What would you like to talk about?” asked Medi.

“I heard a rumor that you can open your self fully,” replied Mažić, “that you can left your partners in you seven-fold. I would like to experience that.”

“I DO sometimes open myself to my patients when then is a therapeutic need for it,” explained Medi. “But I sense this in not the case for you. You are just someone who wants a new experience. I’m not going to give you that now, when there are other patients who need my help. But after I get off duty, I would be happy to dock with you.”

“Thank you Priest/ess. Thank you so much!” gushed Mažić, as he bowed and fled the office.

As soon as he was gone, Medi tapped her com-badge and called for: “Lieutenant Vačić”

“Medi?” answered a voice. “Is something wrong?”

“No. It’s just another Medeusan who has asked me to dock with him,” replied Medi. “I’ll be a little late after my shift ends. Can you tell the others.”

“I’ll do that,” replied her Spouse. “If you wish, you could spend the night with him.”

“I’d never do that!” protested Medi. “After docking strange Medeusans, I always want to open myself completely to my spice.”

“We’ll look forward to that,” replied Vačić. “Have fun!”

“I will,” replied Medi. “Love you!”

“And I you,” replied Vačić.

After she finished her last patient, Medi tapped her com-badge and called for: “Ensign Mažić, please meet me outside the door of my office.”

She waited in the corridor for a few minutes until he arrived.

“Thank you for agreeing to do this!” gushed the Medeusan.

“Oh, it’s my pleasure,” replied Medi, as she offered both her hands to him.

She, by now, could understand enough of the Medeusan language to recognize gleeful colours when she saw them.

“Do you have a room for us to use?” asked Medi, as she rubbed her palms against hers and felt one of them opening up.

“No,” replied Mažič.

“Don’t worry, I know a place we can have some privacy,” replied Medi.

“You don’t have a room of your own?” asked Mažić.

“I do,” confirmed Medi. “But just because I’ll willing to dock you does not mean I’m willing to share you with my spice.”

Medi took him into a jefferies tube and to a place in the ducts where it was horizontal and widened enough that they had enough room, then she turned and grabbed two of his hands in a passionate hand hold.

“Help me out of this dress,” panted Medi as she continued to rub her palms against hers and her fingers against his. Once she was undressed, he began entering her. She knew he could read her mind and knew she only wanted to have a quick encounter with him. But he could also feel the love she had for him. It only seemed like level two or three love, but she kept offering her holes for him to fill. Soon he was thrusting with all seven hands to her and he could feel her arousal building as he thrust into her seven-fold. When he telepathically felt her climax, it set off his own an he filled her with his fluids.

(That was . . . That was . . . Thank you for Priest/ess for honoring me so! I never expected to experience that in my lifetime!) telepathically sent Mažić

(Can you take your finger out of my mouth so I can talk?) asked Medi. “That’s better! It was my honor to open myself fully to you! Oh, and I’m not a Priest/ess, just someone who likes to make others feel good. Now, that we’ve already docked, can you take the other six out of me. I want to go home and do this again with my spice.”

After she had put her uniform back on and led him back out to the corridor, turned to him and pressed a palm to his.

“Thanks for docking me,” said Medi. “It felt really good to open myself to you. Bye.”

When she walked into their quarters, all three of her spice were waiting for her in bed.

“How was it?” asked Vačić.

“It was good,” replied Medi. “He docked me completely. But it left me wanting more. Dock me Vačić! Dock me now!”

She grabbed two of Vačič’s hands and rubbed them passionately while the other two helped her undress.

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Deep Space - Starship Argos - 1st Officer’s Office

“You called for me Commander?” asked Lieutenant Valerii Eight.

“Yes, please be seated,” commanded Worf. “I have been offered the captaincy of the Apollo. Once it is completed, I will take command and will take it to Kobol, where I will be in charge of guarding the safety of the system.”

“That’s wonderful news!” praised Eight. “Congratulations!”

“Thank you, Lieutenant,” said Worf. “I am attempting to assemble a crew. After looking at your record, I would like to offer you a position as my Chief Engineer. The posting would include a promotion to the rank of Senior Lieutenant.”

“Thank you sir!” said Eight. “I’d love to be your Chief Engineer. It’s just . . I’m married. I wouldn’t want to be posted without my husband.”

“Of course,” said Worf. “I intend to offer your husband, Nog, a position on my ship also.”

“I’ll have to discuss it with my husband, but if he accepts, then I provisionally accept too,” replied Eight.

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“I was told you wanted to see me?” asked Lieutenant Gaius Baltar.

“Yes, please be seated,” commanded Worf. “I have been offered the captaincy of the Apollo. Once it is completed, I will take command and will take it to Kobol, where I will be in charge of guarding the safety of the system.”

“That very good news for you;” replied Baltar. “What does it have to do with me?”

“I’ve looked at your records . . .” said Worf. “You’ve been using the learning machine a lot. In fact, you downloaded into your brain every available program except those involving computers and cybernetics. On Caprica you were a computer programer. Why have you chosen to learn everything you could except your old area of expertise?”

“For personal reasons, having to do with our war against the Cylons I am no longer interested in computers,” replied Baltar. “I’m more interested in cosmology these days.”

“If you would be willing to remedy that deficiency, I am prepared to offer you a position as my Chief Science Officer, offered Worf.

“Please! God! No!” wailed Blatar. “Please don’t make me be the Chief Science Officer!”

“Your reaction surprises me,” said Worf. “Why wouldn’t you want to be the top scientist on a ship?”

“I’m a coward! A terrible coward!” protested Baltar. “And Chief Science Officers always get sent down on away missions where they get to see the Security Officer die!. I don’t want to go down on alien worlds! They’re too dangerous!”

“I’m surprised at your attitude,” said Worf. “You’ve taken all the martial arts programs.”

“Because sometimes I fail to avoid combat,” replied Baltar. “That doesn’t mean that I want to seek out opportunities to actually USE my martial arts knowledge!”

“If you served as a Science Officer, this may later help you become Captain of a dedicated Science vessel if we make one,” pointed out Worf.

“I don’t want to be in command!” protested Baltar. “I’m terrible in command! I used to be President of the Colonies and it was an unmitigated disaster! I’m perfectly happy being head of Astrometrics!”

“The Apollo will not have an Astrometrics department;” pointed out Worf.

“Then I respectfully decline the offer,” replied Baltar.

Deep Space - Starship Argos - Nog’s Quarters.

While Lieutenant Nog preferred the Gold shirt and pants of the new uniform, his wife preferred the old uniforms, which is what she was wearing when she came home to find her husband already there. Lieutenant Valerii Eight grabbed Nog’s ears and pressed her forehead against his is greeting, their version of a hello kiss.

“I’ve got some news!” said Eight.

“I know some of your news,” said Nog. “Commander Worf told me you wouldn’t accept unless I did, but he wouldn’t say what job he offered you. So I accepted his offer . . . you are looking at the new Chief Security Officer of the Apollo! I’ll be a full Lieutenant!”

“In that case, I’ll be the Chief Engineer of the Argos!” announced Eight, before pulling her husband into a hug. Once they had broken the hug she told him: “Let me take a quick shower and then I’ll replicate us some dinner.”

“No,” commanded Nog. “Lets go to Ten Forward and celebrate!”

“Sounds good!” replied Eight as she unzipped her uniform and shed it. I still want to take a quick shower.

After washing the grease off in the sonic shower and touching up her make up, Eight came out of the bathroom.

“All ready, announced Eight, who was properly unclothed as a Ferengi’s Female should be.

“Then let’s go,” said Nog, hooking her arm in his to escort her to Ten Forward.

Once there, Eight got a towel from the bar to sit on and found a table. She wouldn’t be sitting on his lap as she did at home. The was too public a venue to be that intimate. But they could sit next to each other. Nog frowned as he studied the menu.

“You can get the beetles if you want,” offered Eight.

“Really?” asked Nog. “And you’ll chew them for me?”

“It’s a special occasion and I love you,” explained Eight. “Besides, I’m getting the Kimchi. The spices should make the beetle taste better for me . . and you’ll have to endure the spices from mine mixed with yours.”

“It’s a deal!” agreed Nog.

After their meals came, Eight would alternate eating a bit of hers with chewing a bit of his and passing it to him with a kiss. They had made it halfway through the meal when Lieutenant Gaius Baltar entered carrying their son, Rom.

“Do you mind if we join you?” asked Baltar.

“Certainly,” replied Nog. “Join us!”

They watched as he pulled out a chair for his invisible wife before sitting in his own chair with their son, Rom in his arms.

“I went by your quarters, but you weren’t there,” explained Baltar. “Are you celebrating something?”

“Yes we are,” exclaimed Nog. “You are looking at the new Chief of Security and Engineering for the Apollo.”

Suddenly Baltar flinched!

“What is it?” asked Eight.

“She’s screaming at me,” explained Baltar. “I just turned down a post on the Apollo today. OW!”

“Give my son back if she’s going to hit you!” exclaimed Eight as she took Rom from Baltar’s arms and held him to her. Her son started rooting so she let him nurse.

“OW! “ yelped Baltar. “Look, I’m happy for you I really am. OW! But I think the two of us need to go some where private to discuss this.”

Baltar fled the table, ducking and flinching as he went.

“Maybe not being on the same ship as them will be a good thing after all,” mused Nog. “I had no idea she could be so violent.”

“We Cylons can be that way too,” replied Eight. “You’ve just never seen that side of me because I love you so much.”

Eight then, helped herself to another bite of beetles, chewed them and leaned over to pass them to Nog, with a kiss.

Deep Space - Starship Argos - Councilor Medi’s office

“You were recently attacked, weren’t you?” said Ensign Medi as she sat taking notes.

“You know very well I was attacked!” snarled Transporter Chief Luziana, as she laid on the couch.

“Why don’t you tell me about it?” suggested Medi. “It might make you feel better about it.”

“Oh, very well! . . .” grumbled Luziana. “ . . . I was near the end of my shift in Transporter Room 1. Crewman Domuz came in to relieve me. But he was mumbling something about beauty. Then, he tried to touch my face.”

“You didn’t let him touch you?” asked Medi.

“No. I’m not attracted to Telarites,” said Luziana. “Besides I wanted to go back to my wife and daughter, not fool around with someone else. So I pushed his hand away. And when I did, he knocked me down and started choking me!”

“And how did that make you feel?” asked Medi.

“Helpless,” replied Luziana, as she wiped the tears from her eyes. “I thought I was going to die! And the worst par of it was . . . . they did NOTHING to him for it!”

“So you feel he deserved punishment for the attack, even though it wasn’t his fault,” replied Medi.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, IT WASN’T HIS FAULT!?!” screamed Luziana.

“He’d just seen an image that caused his break with reality, one that he had not sought out, but was sent to him by someone else,” explained Medi. “I thought you knew.”

“What KIND of image?” asked Luziana.

“A bit of Medeusan religious iconograhy,” explained Medi.

“And that’s why we got that memo not to open attachment with the keywords: Medeusan Porn?” asked Luziana.

“To less sexually mature species like Humans and Telarites, it does appear to be pornography to their eyes,” explained Medi. “But for the Medeusans it is a religious icon.”

“You’re seen it?” asked Luziana.

“It might be safe for Betazoids to view it, but I wouldn’t want to test it without controlled conditions,” replied Medi.

“Oh! . . .OH! . . .OH!” moaned Luziana.

“Luziana, you’re looking at the image in my mind. Stop it! It might hurt you! Stop it now!” commanded Medi as Luziana continued to moan and thrash until Medi slapped her.

“Beautiful! . . . so Beautiful! . . . .” mumbled Luziana, as she curled into a fetal position and hugged herself.

Councilor Medi watched her patient, looking for any signs she might become violent. Finally, she uncurled, rolled back to laying supine and gave off a sign.

“How do you feel?” asked Medi.

“Like I just spent a night of passion with Boomer,” replied Luziana. “Is that what it’s like when you bed your husbands?”

“The colours are similar, but not quite so intense,” said Medi.

“Now I think I might want to take you up on your offer to have Boomer and I join you,” signed Luziana. “I can see why to agreed to marry them when you wouldn’t marry me.”

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Visalayan orbit - Starship Argos - Transporter Room 1

Transporter Chief Luziana was posted at the controls when a group of Medeusans and Ensign Medi entered. The Orion woman was wearing a floor length Kimono robe with nothing underneath it. Her three Medeusan Husband were with her along with the box on wheels that contained Councilor Đaimz and was not currently projecting a hologram out the top of his box. He rolled up onto the transporter pad, and the other Medeusans joined him there. Medi, however, stepped over to the control panel, nervously glanced at Councilor Đaimz’ box, then removed her robe, handing it to Luziana.

“Medi! You’re going down there naked!?!” asked Luziana.

“Councilor Đaimz says that the Priest/ess will take it as an insult if I appear before hir wearing clothing,” explained Medi. “But I’m taking a PAD with a Universal Translator program on it.”

“All right, dear. I’ll have this waiting for you when you return,” said Luziana, as she set the robe aside.

Medi walked over to the transporter pad and took her place.

“Energize,” commanded Medi.

Visalayan - Prime Temple - Office of the Harlot High Priest/ess

The group of five appeared in the transporter beam. As soon as it had finished, Councilor Đaimz opened his box and let them all see his true form.

“You honor us with your presence, Great One,” said the Harlot High Priest/ess.

“As before, the honor of meeting someone such as you is mine, Harlot High Priest/ess” replied Councilor Đaimz.

By now, Medi had learned to interpret the changes in skin colour patterns that was the Medeusan language well enough to understand what they were saying. She stepped forward and bowed in the Medusan gesture used when meeting strangers. Then handed her PAD to her spouse, Vačić. He would hold the it up so the Harlot High Priest/ess could see the screen as it changed color to reflect Medi’s spoken words. She took two of the Harlot Hight Priest/ess’ hands in hers and held them. Normally holding hands amongst the Medeusans was a gesture only done between people who knew each other well. It was the Medeusan version of a kiss. Offering two hands was a deeper level of friendship. Unless you were a Harlot Priest/ess, you would only offer two hands to some one you intended to mate with.

“It is an honor to meet you, Harlot High Priest/ess,” said Medi, which the PAD translated into colour patterns for her.

“I can see in your mind that you really mean this,” said the Harlot High Priest/ess, indicating the two hands they were holding, in which, Medi could feel the Harlot High Priest/ess’ palms starting to open. “I have received requests for an icon to made with you in the center. It is said that your are able to open yourself fully and complete receive your Medusian lovers.”

“This is true, Harlot High Priest/ess,” replied Medi.

“How is this possible?” asked the Harlot High Priest/ess. “I did not think humanoid life forms had the requisite anatomy to do this.”

“I had myself surgically altered so that I could fully receive my spice,” replied Medi.

“You would have yourself mutilated just to please your spice?” asked the Harlot High Priest/ess.

“I Love them,” said Medi, which explained everything about her.

“Yes, I can see that you truly do,” said the Harlot High Priest/ess. “An icon has never been made featuring and alien before. If it were possible, would you be willing to do this?”

“I would,” agreed Medi. “But I would have a price. There is a Talosian machine that allows for rapid learning. I would want you to use this machine to record the knowledge and techniques of a Priest/ess and allow me to absorb them. If I am to play the part of a Priest/ess, I would like to have the knowledge of a Priest/ess.”

The Harlot High Priest/ess turned to the others and said: “Thank you, you may go.”

When Vačić tried to hand her the PAD, Medi jerked her head and hoped he was reading her mind, which he was, because he set the pad down on the table next to her, so she wouldn’t have to release one of the Harlot High Priest/ess’ hands to take it. The other’s left, leaving her alone with the Harlot High Priest/ess.

“I do not like technology intruding on the scared,” said the Harlot High Priest/ess. “Before I would even consider such a thing as you ask, I would insist that you open yourself to me completely, both mind and body. If you try to deceive me I will see it in your mind and know. If I am satistfied you are worth. I will use this machine to share my knowledge with you. After we have done so, the program will be destroyed, so it may not be shared with the unworthy. Do you agree to this?”

“Yes. I agree, Harlot High Priest/ess,” replied Medi.

He responded by leading her out of the room, still holding both her hands and grabbing the PAD as they went.

Visalayan - Prime Temple - Meditation Room

Councilor Đaimz was floating at the front of the room letting the Medeusans stare at him as a meditation/devotional aid. When Medi opened the door, Councilor Đaimz and her three spice noticed immediately and left to join her in the hall.

“Did you do it? Did you make one? How was it?” asked her spice.

“Yes, I did,” replied Medi, “I will see you each get a copy. And I will tell you what it was like, later. The more important thing is that I am now an ordained Harlot Priestess! Which means, I am much better at opening myself than I was before I came down here. I’ll show you how much better when we get home.”

Captain’s log: Stardate 57824.2 - After their return from Visalayan, Councilor Đaimz has requested a transfer to become Ship’s Councilor on the Apollo. He has recommended Ensign Medi as his replacement on the Argos.

Deep Space - Starship Argos - Captain’s Ready Room

“Councilor Đaimz has request a transfer and has recommended you as replacement,” announced Captain Data. “He insists that you are fully quallified as both a Councilor and as a Medseusan Harlot Priestess. But I must admit that I am somewhat skeptical that a Sex Therapist can fill the role as Ship’s Councilor. What do you see your role as being?”

“Mostly I would be providing talk therapy like most other councilors do,” explained Medi. “However some patients need physical touch, to be hugged or massaged or more. I’m Orion so I don’t have a problem being more physical with my patients than most councilors are. If giving myself sexually to a patient is necessary for that patient’s metal well being I am prepared to do that. Councilor Đaimz only gave me the title ‘Sex Therapist‘ to explain that I would be more able to provide physical touch to my patients than him. But even then, a lot of what I provide my patients has been more mental than physical.”

“I am willing to give you a chance on a trial basis,” announced Data. “Your new role will carry with it a promotion to the rank of Lieutenant, junior grade.”

“I accept,” replied Medi.

When Captain Data stood and offered her hand to shake, she looked down at his hand, the met his eyes and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Oh! I should have surmised that since you are married to Medeusans, your would regard hand shaking as an initmate act.”

“I’m only kidding, Captain,” said Medi as she took his hand. “Would you be willing to turn on your emotion chip and give me a hug?”

“I suppose that would be acceptable,” replied Data.

Medi walked around his desk and pulled him into a hug. She even without being able to see his face, she could feel the difference in the the way he held her when he turned on his emotion chip. She let him hug her as long as he wanted, a good long while, before whispering in his ear:

“As Ship’s Councilor, I am responsible for the mental well being of everyone on the ship, even the Captain,” whispered Medi. “I’ll expect you in my office for weekly sessions with your emotional chip turned on.”

She could feel it when he switched off his emotion chip and she released him from her embrace.

“Thank you, Councilor,” said Data. “I will be certain to keep my appointments with you.”

Visalayan orbit - Starship Argos - Transporter Room 1 (one day Previous)

When the five of them returned from the planet’s surface, Luziana thought that Medi was the happiest she’d ever seen her. She even seemed less self conscious about her nudity when she stepped off the transporter pad that she had been when she got on. Medi pulled her into a deep kiss of greeting before she let Luzaina hand her back her robe. For a second it looked to Luziana like her friend might be preparing to walk the halls nude, like that. But then, she put on the robe and led the Medeusans out of the room.

When they got back to their quarters, her spice we eager to hear her tale of what had happened after they left her alone with the Harlot High Priest/ess.

“Well, s/he took me back to hir bedroom and we played with two of our hands for a while,” replied Medi. While s/he was doing that, s/he was caressing me all over making me feel aroused. I got so aroused that I had my first climax just from that. Then, one by one he entered me until he was docking me sevenfold. The whole time s/he was doing all this, s/he was projecting seven palms love at me. You can’t imagine how good it feels to have someone Love you that intensely! It made me Love hir back to what she told me was a 5 palm intensity. I’d never felt that strongly about someone before. And the climaxes s/he gave me were the biggest in my life to that point.
After he’d finished docking me, s/he declared that I was worthy and s/he used the learning machine to give me the knowledge of of a Harlot Priest/ess. After we’d done that, we destroyed the program.
Then, I was brought to the other Harlot Priest/esses. We formed ourselves into a series of circles with me and the center and the Harlot Priest/esses in the inner circle, one of of whom was the Harlot High Priest/ess, each docked me sevenfold, one by one. This allowed me to assimilate the knowledge I’d gained. And each one gave me a stronger climax than the one before, and each one made me Love them a little bit more, until I’d learned how to Love with a Seven Palms intensity. After each of them had thoroughly docked me, we all came together, with me in the center taking in one from each of them. This time, when we climaxed, we recorded it for the icon.
Then, they ordained me as the first alien Priestess in the history of Visalayan.
So . . . now that I’ve learn to Love with a seven open palm intensity, who wants me to show them how much I love them first?”

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Mars Orbit - USS Argos - Nog’s Quarters

As usual when visiting the Nog’s Natasi had shed all her clothing expect her ultra high-heeled shoes she favored. Lieutenant Gaius Baltar had become used to this new eccentricity his wife had adopted after she became Godmother to the son of an Eight. No one else could see her prancing down the corridors like this, But HE could. When they arrived at their quarters, Baltar rang the door alert. He and Natasi had ironed out their difference and come to an agreement. This would be his last opportunity to see his Godson Rom for a while as the Nog’s were both transfering to the Apollo. When Lieutenant Valerii Eight opened the door, Baltar saw that her husband≥ Lieutenant Nog and Lieutenant Solon were already there. As soon as they entered Lieutenant Solon made Natasi visible to them all and made herself invisible so she would not disrupt their social gathering. Natasi stepped forward and hugged Eight, before taking Rom from her arms, the walked over to give Nog a one armed hug. She then turned her entire attention on to the baby.

“It’s good to see one last time before you leave,” said Baltar.

“I made replicated us some dinner, if you like?” offered Eight.

They had a pleasant dinner together. Eight sat on Nog’s lap and chewed his food before passing it to him with a kiss. Baltar sat across from them an made small talk with the other couple as he ate. Natasi, did not eat at all and focused her full attention on baby Rom. After they finished, Baltar helped Eight clear off the plates and put them back in the replicator to be recycled. She then, moved over and sat next to Natasi.

“Listen, there’s something I would like to ask you,” said Eight as she tried to summon her courage. “Ferengi men as wealthy as Nog, usually have more that one Female. Since we’re so close, would consider fraking Nog for me?”

“Sure, I think I’d like that,” said Natasi as she tore her eyes away from Rom to give a sultry look at Nog.

“Eight, I told you I don’t want that,” protested Nog.

“Hold on!” interupted Baltar. “Are you actually suggesting that we engage in wife swapping!?!”

“I don’t think I would be able to see her with another man,” countered Nog.

“Well if you really want to, I could leave you three alone,” offered Baltar. “This seems like a good time to mention it. Natasi and I have agreed to be separated. When you leave, she’s planning to stay with you so she can watch over Rom. You three could get together then.

(It is not possible for me to create this illusion without the prescence of her host) the voice of Lieutenant Solon rang in their heads. (In order for Natasi to interact with them this way we must both be present)

“The point is moot!” scolded Nog. “Eight, I’ve told you before, you are the only Female I want. It may not be very Ferengi of me, but you are better than any Ferengi Female could ever be! I Love you Eight, you are all the Females I want!”

“. . . On that note, I think it’s time for me to make my departure,” said Baltar. “Nog, Eight, it has been a pleasure to see you and I will be sure to drop in again the next time the Argos is at Kobol. Natasi . . . fairwell.”

Baltar walked out of their Quarters and followed by Lieutenant Solon. As soon as they were out the door Natasi vanished from their eyes and Nog realised he had been holding his son all along. Natasi was still there, but neither of them could see her.

Mars Orbit - USS Apollo - Bridge

“All ship’s systems are operational,” said the voice of Chief Engineer, Lieutenant Valerii Eight, over the intercom.

“Captain, all systems are go, we are prepared for launch,” reported the 1st Officer: Commander Kara ‘Starbuck’ Thrace.

“Take us out, 1/8 impulse,” commanded Captain Worf.

“Aye Captain, 1/8 impulse,” said the Talosian Helmsman, Lieutenant Ingulz.

When they had cleared the shipyard, Commanded Thrace reported: “We are clear of the shipyard, Captain.”

“Set course for Kobol,” commanded Captain Worf.

“Aye Captain, course laid in sir,” reported Lieutenant Stonn, who was a Vulcan from the Argos’ Universe.

“Warp Factor 1, . . . Engage!” commanded Captain Worf.

And their first Voyage had begun.

From there, after bringing the ship up to Warp 6, things became routine on the Bridge. At the end of the Alpha shift Captain Worf suggested:

“Commander Thrace, your experience in ‘boxing’ sound intriguing, Would you care to try out my combat practice program on the holodeck with me?” invited Worf.

“I’m sure I can take what ever you can dish out, Captain,” said Starbuck, with a grin.

“Very well,” said Worf as he rose from the big chair. “Lieutenant Gran, you have the CON.”

“Aye Captain,” said the Andorian Chief Science Officer, as he moved to sit in the big chair.

Deep Space - USS Apollo - Holodeck

Unlike the Argos, this ship only had one holodeck. more were not needed because it would be spending most of its’ time close enough to a planet that the crew would be able to go on leave.

After they entered the Holideck, Worf told her:

“Arm yourself for battle, what ever you feel is appropriate. Computer, bat’leth.”

“Computer, give me a phaser,” commanded Starbuck.

“Computer activate Worf combat program, level two,” commanded Worf.

The holodeck activated, and suddenly they were in a rocky desert terrain with unusual light that looked like the kind that might encounter indoors. The sky of overcast, producing this weird illumination. On top of a large rock was a trio of Ferengi. Starbuck had spent enough time around Lieutenant Nog to know that Ferengi could be tougher than they looked. They were armed with some kind of glowing whip thing. She took aim with her phaser, and it blocked the beam with the glowing whip.

“You’ll have to do better than that to foreclose us,” taunted the Ferengi. “Now let’s make a deal!”

Another Ferengi lashed at her with its’ laser whip, which Starbuck dodged with a roll and stunned with her phaser. Worf, had meanwhile sprinted up onto the rock and took the other two out with his bat’leth.

“That seemed a bit easy, sir,” complained Starbuck. “I thought this was supposed to give me a workout.”

“Very well,” replied Worf. “Computer, increase to level 10, Borg Cube scenario.”

They suddenly found themselves in a dark corridor, made of machinery. From both ends, some pale Borg were slowly walking towards them. These weren’t the Cylon or Talosian Borg she was used to seeing. These Borg were from a variety of races, and many of them looked human. Starbuck aimed her phaser and took down one. It fell to the deck. But when she tired to take down the next one, a small forcefield appeared to block her phaser beam. She tried it on one approaching from the other direction and the same thing happened.

“What’s happening!?!” yelled Starbuck.

“They have adapted,” explained Worf. “What will you do?”

She tried aiming at a different one, with the same result. Over and over she shot them with her phaser, only to have it prove ineffective. When to were close enough, Worf started dispatching them with his bat’leth. But there were too many for him to get them all. Starbuck punched one, and it fell to the deck. But the next one fell to grabbed her arm and injected her neck. She knew she was about to rejoin the Borg! And this time, she would not be able to regain her individuality!

“Computer, end program,” commanded Worf.

“What was that!?!,” asked Starbuck. “None of the Borg I know are like that. I should know, I used to be one!”

“That is what the Borg were like when we first encountered them in the Argos’ Universe,” explained Worf. “Eventually, we were able to make peace with them. But many of us who came on the Argos fear that by allowing them into this Federation, we have taken a viper into our midst. We have been discretely keeping an eye on them. Now, do you know what you did wrong?”

“Picking a phaser pistol as my weapon didn’t work so well,” mused Starbuck.

“Correct, they are able to adapt to our phasers in, at most, three shots,” explained Worf. “We compensated by having each person carry a phaser set to a different frequency. But that offered only a temporary respite. A better solution is to use a physical weapon.” He patted his bat’leth.

“Computer, give me a colonial style pistol with explosive rounds,” commanded Starbuck. “Reset scenario and replay.”

Kobol - Athens

“As far as the rest of the world knows, you will be the owner of this bank,” admonished Nog. “No one else is to know of my involvement.”

“Yes, sir, understood sir,” said the Kobolian human: Milbirn Drajzdail.

“Thank you for you donation, this will go a long way toward building our temple to the One True God,” said Ricky Two.

“My Female is a monotheist,” explained Nog. “This is for her.”

“I’m surprised to see you making such a large donation to building the Temple of Hermes,” said Staisi Jonz. “This will allow us to finally complete it.”

“Just as long as it is anonymous,” reminded Nog

Over and over these scenes were repeated as Nog reinvested his accumulated wealth into things that would help the Federation.

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Torros 6

The transporter beam materialized a quartet of beings: Commander Harry Kim was in command of this expedition. Lieutenant Pram, who was Andorian, was to substitute as Science Officer. The EMH Doctor was here in case any Medical needs arose. And the Kzin: Lieutenant Mao was here to act as Security Officer. As soon as they landed, Pram pulled out his tricorder and started scanning.

“The settlement appears to be that way,” announced Pram.

“Lieutenant Mao, you will take the lead,” commanded Kim.

“Aye sir,” replied Lieutenant Mao, as he pulled his phaser out and started out. It was a cold day and all except the EMH were wearing their full uniforms, including the Jacket.

The terrain was a dense forrest of what ever filled the same ecological niche as conifers did and the massive crystals protruded from the ground everywhere. They had gone a few hundred meters when a native jumped out from behind a large crystal and attacked with a two ended spear. It was a shaft with a crystal spearhead attached to each end. The native himself was dressed in animal skins with a hood over his head. His skin was a paler shade than most humans and he didn’t had any hair sticking out of the hood that covered his head.

“Go away invader!” screamed the native, as he swung the point at Lieutenant Mao. “This is our land!”

The Kzin Security Officer leaped back to avoid the spear point and pointed his phaser at the native, who knocked it out of his hand with the middle of his staff. Lieutenant Mao dodged another slash with the spear-tip, then stepped in to deliver a punch to the throat. The native fell down, choking and in doing so, his hood fell of to reveal he had an external shell on his head in the place where many races have hair.

“Did you have to break his larynx!?!” grumbled the Doctor, as he stepped forward to both save the native’s life and repair the damage that Lieutenant Mao had done. “He’s too badly injured! I need the facilities of sick bay. Medical Emergency! Two to beam up!”

“Belay that!” commanded Kim. “We can not let you take him on the ship. The prime directive forbids it.”

“Commander, It I don’t get this man the care he need he’s going to die!” protested The Doctor.

“Then he will die,” stated Commander Kim. “We still can not bring him aboard the Argos.”

“Then you have just signed his death warrant!” replied the Doctor.

“I just meant to incapacitate him,” said Lieutenant Mao.

“He attacked you,” replied Kim. “He left you no choice. Let us continue to the settlement.”

“You just going to leave him here to die!” protested The Doctor.

“That is an Order,” confirmed Kim. “He will not live long in his current condition. Lieutenant Mao, resume the lead.”

Reluctantly, the EMH Doctor let the poor man suffocate there in the snow and followed the landing party.

Soon they spotted the wall of the Bajoran settlement. They had just gathered the crystals and piled them up in mortarless walls around their new settlement on this world.

Suddenly there was a ‘CRACK!’ and the snow next to Lieutenant Mao’s feet flew into the air where the bullet hit it.

“THAT’S FAR ENOUGH!” yelled a voice from the wall. It was one of the Bajorans on top of the wall, who was frantically trying to reload her matchlock firearm.

Commander Kim flipped a switch near his throat which caused his implants to amplify his voice.

“We mean you no harm,” called out Commander KIm. “We just want to talk!”

“WE’LL SEND SOMEONE OUT!” yelled the Bajoran. Soon, the wooden gates of the fort opened and a Bajoran walked out until she was 4 meters from them.

“Who are you? What are you?” she asked. She was dressed in a fur parka with bright red pants. The pants and her shoes looked a lot more elaborate than the parka, which was of much cruder make, but also looked newer that the rest of her clothes.

“We are Commander Harry Kim, Lieutenant Pram, Lieutenant Mao, and The Doctor. We represent the United Federation of Planets, a multi-species organization with members from many worlds.”

“So, you also know how to sail between the worlds?” asked the Bajoran.

“We have a different method of traveling between the stars,” replied Kim. “We are new to this world. What have you found here?”

“It is a cold place,” replied the Bajoran, “but the minerals and furs are plentiful here.”

“What are the natives like?” asked Lieutenant Pram.

“The Mimbars? They’re just a bunch of savages!” spat the Bajoran. “We’ll soon bring them to heel. That’s assuming they don’t all die of the sniffles like they did on Bardeezi.”

“Are you saying the local people are suffering from some sort of plague?” asked the Doctor.

“I’m sure it’s just a cold,” replied the Bajoran. “It doesn’t seem to affect us. But on the other hand, the Mimbars are not having a mass die off like the Bardeezis did.”

“The way you have piled up those crystals to make a wall is fascinating,” said Kim. “Do you think we might be able to get a closer look at them?”

“Sure! You seem like civilized people,” said the Bajoran, as she led them towards the fort. “I’m Irpo Gleli, by the way.”

Inside the fort, the buildings were also made of of crystals piled up. Even the rooves were made of the crystals. Irpo let them into a building where a bunch of Bajoran men were cooking. Unlike humans, the men in Bajoran society were the ones who wore mid calf length dresses, cooked and did child care. At Irpo’s orders, they were all served hot cups of tea that seemed to be made of the local tree needles.

“You seem like you do not enjoy this weather,” observed Lieutenant Pram, who had taken off his jacket, because the room was too warm for him, while the Bajorans seemed like they were all too cold in spite of the fire. “If you don’t like the cold, why did you come to this world?”

“Didn’t have any choice,” replied Irpo. “On Bajor, the followers of the Prophets are killing those of us who listen to the Daemons.”

“Do you have a Daemon that you listen to?” asked Kim.

“No. I’m not so favored by them,” replied Irpo. “But our Priestess does. She was the one who told us to come here.”

As the landing party continued to get to know the Bajoran colonists, the sun started going down and they members of the landing party who were not in conversation with their leaders had more freedom to wander about.

“Commander, I found something you need to see,” said the Doctor. “You should ALL see.”

“If you will excuse us,” said Kim, before they followed the Doctor to behind a building where there was a refuse pile. mixed in with the pile were the external head shells of 30-40 of the natives of this planet.

“They are killing the natives in large numbers,” said the Doctor.

“Oh, that?” said Irpo, who had followed them. “Yeah, we put a bounty on the head bones. They’re just a bunch of savages.”

Suddenly, there was a shout. They all ran in that direction. but when they reached the center of the fort it the shouts began coming from all around them as the guards were taken out. It was now apparent that hundreds of the natives were coming over the walls in an attack.

“We think it is time for us to leave,” said Kim. “Kim to Argos, four to beam up.”

Deep Space - USS Argos - Councilor Medi’s office

“I have come for the counciling session you suggested,” said Captain Data.

“Why don’t you sit down? Make your self comfortable,” suggested Councilor Medi. “Do you mind if I just call you Data?”

“You wish to establish a more casual relationship by dropping my rank title,” observed Data.

“That’s right,” confirmed Medi. “And it would also help if you would turn on your emotion chip. Now then . . .You hardly even use this emotion chip. Why is that?”

“I have not yet learned the proper times to use my emotions,” explained Data. “I noticed on my past assignment that it disturbed my shipmates when I would experience bouts of extreme emotion, especially grief.”

“What kinds of things set off these bouts of grief?” asked Medi.

“The loss of loved ones,” replied Data. “Especially the ones that I could not love back at the time. I had a daughter, Lahl. She loved me and told me so before she died. But at the time, did not yet have this emotion chip. I could not feel love back for her and now that I can, it is too late to tell her.”

Data was starting to wipe tears from his eyes.

“What other kinds of things cause you grief?” asked Medi.

“Relationships,” replied Data. “Before I obtained my emotion chip, I had a few relationships. The first one was with a shipmate of mine, a Security Officer named Tasha Yar. She died in the line of duty. Killed on a whim by an entity just to show us he was dangerous. At the time we were involved, our relationship was purely physical. I was unable to feel emotion. But now that I can . . . . I realize that I loved her! . . . I didn’t know it . . . but I LOVED her!”

By now, Data was openly bawling his grief. Medi moved closer and pulled him into a hug. She held him until he had fully cried out his grief. When she felt him relax his grip on her, she leaned back to look him in the eye. He starred at her for a moment before leaning down for a kiss, to which she responded and kissed him back, passionately. She parted her lips slightly and he entered her mouth with his tongue, to which she responded in kind. When his hands started wandering away from her back, she moved hers to around his neck so there would be no obstacle to his caressing her front side. He ran his hands over her covered dress and she hummed in response to the pleasure she was feeling, even through the fabric.

“Councilor, are we about to-” asked Data, before she shushed him.

“Shhhh, don’t talk. Just do.” said Medi before she pulled him back into a kiss.

When he pulled up on the hem of her dress, she shifted so he could pull it up over her head. Now that her chest was bare, he could touch her skin with his hands, which her hums told him she enjoyed. When the pleasure became too much for her, she broke off and stood up. taking by the hand, she led him to the bed which was in her office. Once there, she went back to kissing him and helping him out of his uniform, while he helped her finish undressing.

Their love making was was passionate and he lasted long enough to give her several orgasms. When he finally shuddered his release, she pulled him into a hug and caressed his back.

“Does this mean that we have started a romantic relationship?” asked Data, he had leaned back but was still inside her, in part, because she’d dug her ankles into the back of his thighs to hold him closely inside her.

“No, Data. I gave myself to you because I felt you needed it;” replied Medi. “You needed to make Love to someone. To experience Love and being Loved.”

“Are we going to be engaging in . . . doing this in future sessions?” asked Data.

“We may or may not,” replied Medi. “It depends on whether or not I feel your emotional well being would be helped by it.”

“So you do not love me?” asked Data, sadly.

“I’m a trained Medeusan Harlot Priestess,” explained Medi. “I can assure you that in this moment, I Love you deeply than any human woman would be capable of. I Love you so much, that I want to do what’s best for you, which may not necessarily be what you want.”

“So it is much like I, as Captain have to make decisions based on what is best for the crew, not on what they desire,” observed Data. “What will happen now?”

“Well, you’re still inside me,” observed Medi. “And I can feel that you are still hard.”

“Yes,” replied Data. “I am capable of maintaining my erection for as long as my partner desires it.”

“Right now, I’m more concerned with what you desire,” said Medi. “We can make Love another time of two if that’s what you want.”

“Yes. I would like that very much,” said Data before lowering himself so that he could kiss her again.

After four more climaxes for him and many more for her, they finally separated and got dressed.

“You may turn off your emotion chip for now,” allowed Medi. “Before next week, I would like you to turn on your emotion chip and meditate on what we just experienced for an hour each day.”

“I shall do that,” replied Data, as he gave her a handshake. “Thank you for your assistance.”

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Kobol - Athens - the Tauron (tavern)

Captain Felix Gaeta was not enjoying his leave on Kobol as much as he thought he would. Everywhere he went, there were female Cylons who were throwing themselves at him. His Starfleet uniform only made things worse! So he was drowning himself in ambrosia when he noticed that the model Eight Cylon sitting next to him was wearing a Colonial uniform.

“Hi. I’m Felix Gaeta,” he introduced him self, as he offered his hand.

“Sharon Valerii,” she introduced herself, glumly.

“I couldn’t help notice you’re still wearing the Colonial Uniform,” observed Gaeta. “You didn’t join Starfleet?”

“I’m not sure what to do,” replied Sharon. “Up until recently, I didn’t even know I was a frakin‘ toaster.”

“You should talk to Boomer,” suggested Gaeta. “She was the same way.”

“Yeah, everyone keeps telling me that,” replied Sharon. “But I keep missing her. I met Athena, and she invited me to join her crew. But frankly, toasters, especially the other me’s, creep me out. There’s all these women who look exactly like me walking around naked in public and so now the whole galaxy knows what I look like naked! What’s even worse some of the other me’s have been volunteering at the Temple of Aphrodite. So I keep running into men I’ve never met who know what it feels like to frak me! I just wish I could move to Sparta and never have to see another Cylon again! But I can’t, because I’m a frakin‘ toaster!”

“Maybe you should come to my ship?” invited Gaeta. “After we formed the Federation, all the Cylons on the Galactica transferred over the the Tartarus. On Galactica, you’d be the only one.”

Kobol - Athens - the morning after

Sharon ‘Heartbreaker’ Valerii awoke in bed with a stranger. She could feel his body heat against her back and his arm was around her. Evidence that he was ready to frak her again was pressing into her rear. She looked at his hand and saw the wedding ring. (Oh! Frak me! I fraked up someone’s marriage again!) Then, when she noticed the wedding ring on her own hand, it all came back to her.

“Oh Frak! Oh Frak! Oh Frak!” yelled Sharon as she hopped out of the bed and turned to see her new husband, Felix Gaeta waking up.

“Sharon?” asked Gaeta, before his eye’s widened at the sight of a naked Sharon wearing a wedding ring. “That wasn’t a dream?”

“What are we going to do!” asked Sharon.

“. . . I’m religious,” confessed Gaeta. “So I don’t believe in divorce. I’d like to give this a chance. How about this: You join Starfleet. I’ll get you assigned to Galactica and you can move into my quarters. We can give this marriage a try and you won’t have to deal with other Cylons. What you you say?”

“I . . . I suppose we could give it a try,” allowed Sharon.

“Well, if we’re going to stay married, I would like to find our what it’s like to frak you when you’re sober,” said Gaeta, as he pulled back the sheet to show her how much he desired her.

Sharon crawled back in bed and took him in hand and let him pull her into a kiss.

“You never told me what name you picked when you found out who you are,” said Gaeta, after they were finished.

“Sharon Valerii,” she replied. I checked, and none of the other Eights are using that name.

“I suppose we could call you that,” admitted Gaeta. “Unless you’d rather change it to Sharon Gaeta?”

Kobol - Athens - Adama/Roslin residence

Lee Adama had come over to share breakfast with his father and stepmother.

“So what are you going to do with yourself now that you’re out of a job?” asked Secretary of Education, Laura Roslin.

“I was hoping I could get a position in your office,” replied Lee.

“You don’t want to join Starfleet?” asked his father, Fleet Admiral William Adama.

“I believe in Starfleet’s mission,” replied Lee. “I just think I could be of more use in politics. I’m going to run for mayor of Athens in the next election, then, we he goes up for re-election, I just might run against Zarek.

“I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop with him,” admitted Roslin. “His change just before the election was too sudden.“

“Maybe his mind really WAS changed by learning the facts,” said Lee.

“Maybe . . . but I wouldn’t count on it,” said the Admiral.

Kobol - Athens - Anders/Thrace home

Being assigned to guard Kobol gave the people stationed the the ships more opportunities for leave than she had when she exploring on the Argos. So when Starbuck got a sudden opportunity for a few days leave, she dropped by their home hoping to surprise her husband when he came home tonight from work.
Instead, she was the one getting surprised as she heard the sounds of someone moving around in their home. She no longer wore a Colonial pistol all the time and phasers were issued to her only when she needed one, which was not for going home on leave. She started looking around the living room for something she could use as a weapon. She knew there were knives in the kitchen . . .

“Kara?” asked Sam, as he came out of the back wearing only his boxers.

“Sam . . . . . surprise!” said Kara, when she figured our why he was home in the middle of the day, wearing so little.

“Kara, wait!” cried Sam as she pushed past him into their bedroom where he found a model Six Cylon pulling on her clothes.

“Hi, I’m Kara Thrace . . . Sam’s wife!”

“Niki Six, pleased to meet you,” she said as she held out her hand and Starbuck just looked at it as if it was holding poop.

“Kara . . it’s . . . . “ stammered Sam.

“Save it! I get it,” snarled Starbuck, as she stormed back out.

Kobol - Athens - Lee Adama’s residence

“Starbuck!?! What are you doing here?” asked Lee Adama, surprised to see her at his home.

She just pounced on him and pulled him into a passionate kiss.

After they’d finished fraking, and he was holding her in his arms Lee apologized: “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” asked Starbuck.

“For this . . . . if Sam finds out . . . “ explained Lee.

“I’m filing for divorce,” replied Starbuck.

“But I though you loved him,” said Lee.

“I did . . . and then I caught him with a skanky Six,” explained Starbuck. “She probably hopes he knock her up. Jokes on her! He’s a frakin’ toaster!”

“Great! Then we could get married,” suggested Lee.

“Um . . . No!” replied Starbuck.

“But It thought-” started Lee

“I enjoy frakin’ you, but I don’t want to be married to anybody!” explained Starbuck. “So don’t wait for me. If you find someone, go for it. But until you do, I may be coming around for the occasional frak.”

Skrrr homeworld - Imperial Palace

The Queen of the Skreee had just bitten the head off the drone she just finished mating in the courtroom surrounded by her courtiers, when a Worker rushed in.

“You Majesty! I beg to report that another Federation ship has come into orbit, This time with two of the most beautiful ships I have ever seen!”

“How dare them! Destroy the Federation ship!”

“Your last war didn’t go so well with them,” said a strange two legged being flanked by a pair of the most beautiful beings she could ever imagine. Only the Skrrr insectoid senses could perceive them and they were overwhelmed by their beauty. “Your empire is in ruins. You’ve been confined to a single world. So my associates have brought me here to ask you a simple question: What do you want?”

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Cardassia 1

Four figures materialized in the transporter beam: Commander Harry Kim, Chief Science Officer Lieutenant Commander Feeniks, Doctor Salar, and Security Officer Lieutenant Ssslurr. The terrain they appeared in was a dense tropical jungle. As soon as they landed, Chief Science Officer Feeniks, pulled out his tricorder and started scanning. Feeniks was an Arioloian, which meant that with his four legs he somewhat resembled a centaur. He normally only wore the top half of his uniform. But being prepared for the heat, he, like the rest of the landing party had forgone the jacket. So he only wore his blue shirt with no under-uniform.

“The settlement appears to be in this direction,” reported Feeniks.

“Lieutenant Ssslurr, you take the point,” commanded Kim. “Doctor Salar, you take the rear.”

The made their way through the dense jungle until they found a large clearing. It was obvious that this clearing had been artificially made as the ground was still black where it had burned and the black burned ground was littered with the stumps of trees that had been felled and either hauled away or burned. There was a group gathered near a smaller stump, only 2 meters across. A group of Cardassian men were connected to a harness, to which a chain was attached. They were trying to pull the stump from the ground while a pair of Bajorans whipped them to encourage them to pull harder. Further away was a Bajoran armed with an arquebus and a couple of single-shot muzzle-loading pistols on her belt.

“They’ve enslaved them!” gasped Feeniks. “We’ve got to help them!”

“We can not,” replied Kim. “The Prime Directive forbids it.”

“But isn’t the Prime Directive also supposed to protect the people of this world from being colonized by a spacefaring race?” asked Feeniks.

“Indeed it is,” observed Doctor Salar. “However, the Bajorans are too primitive to to be treated like a warp capable civilization. In many ways, what we are seeing is analogous to Earth’s Age of Exploration.”

“The Federation Council has still not made a final ruling on how the Prime Directive applies to space sailing Bajorans,” replied Kim. “Until then, we are here merely to observe and document what we see, not to interfere.”

“I’m so glad to hear you say that!” said a woman who suddenly appeared before them. She was dressed similar to how a 16th century European Earth nobleman might dress, all in white, with intricate gold decorations. She had white tights covered in intricate gold thread designs. And intricate golden triangular piece to cover her pubic mount, a white shirt with intricate gold thread designs on it that had a ruffled collar and a golden crown upon her head. Her nose has the distinctive crinkle of a Bajoran. But her build was less stocky than a Bajoran woman and looked more human.

“Who are you?” asked Lieutenant Ssslurr.

“I am Countess Iblis,” said the woman, with a bow. “And before you go reaching for that subspace horn, you should know that these people have sworn fealty to me. That means that the Bajorans . . . and me, are protected from interference by your own Prime Directive. But feel free to document what we’re doing here! You can’t do anything to stop us without breaking your own rules.”

“She’s correct Commander,” agreed Doctor Salar. “If the Bajorans have sworn fealty to her, under the Prime Directive, we are forbidden to interfere with what they are doing.”

“Commander, I am detecting massive amounts of Q-bosons emanating from her,” reported Feeniks. “The woman is a Q”

“Nevertheless, we must restrain ourselves from interfering in the people who have sworn to her,” chided Kim. “So who exactly has sworn fealty to you, Countess Iblis? Is it all the Bajorans?”

“No, just the ones that have colonized this world,” replied Count Iblis. “They put themselves under my protection, and I help them take this world for themselves in a hundred little ways . . like so!”

Suddenly, as Iblis snapped her fingers, the whip came down with a ‘CRACK!’ on a Cardassian’s back, he lurched forward and the stump was suddenly pulled from from the ground, roots and all.

“Feel free to look around and see what we’re accomplishing,” said Countess Iblis. “But consider this: If I could do this for them, how much more could I have done for you if you had accepted my offer?”

Countess Iblis accompanied them as the landing party made their way towards the Bajoran village. Every time they passed a Bajoran, she would bow before Iblis. It was looking like the Bajorans had started building a wood wall around the village but had stopped at one point. Inside the village, everywhere they went, the work was being done, not by Bajoran men, like on the previous planet, but by Cardassians, who would cower if anyone came too close and bore many scars on their backs. The Cardassians, both female and male wore only a simple loincloth. So the scars from the many lashings they had received were easily visible.

Feeniks spotted a Bajoran man who was sitting in the shade watching the Cardassians work around him, while one Cardassian fanned him.

“Pardon me, but are these people slaves?” asked Feeniks.

“What? . . Oh, the Kardies,” said the Bajoran man. “Yeah, of course they’re slaves. That’s all the Kardies are good for, ya know.”

“And is it your intension to enslave all of the natives of this planet?” asked Feeniks.

“It’s our planet now,” quipped the Bajoran man. “Enslaving the Kardies became a lot easier ever since we submitted to Countess Iblis’ rule. She’s the best thing that ever happened to us.”

“It is as I told you,” said Countess Iblis. “When you swore fealty to me, I became your protector. This world is yours now.”

“If the Countess has arranged all this for you, why do you find it necessary to beat your slaves?” asked Doctor Salar

“She only keeps them from killing us,” replied the Bajoran man. “Enslaving them . . we had to do for ourselves.”

“I can not do too much for them or they will be come too dependent on me to hold the planet,” explained Countess Iblis. “I just help out a little here and there.”

Captain’s log: Stardate 57847.8 - The Bajorans on Cardassia 1 have fallen under the influence of a Q named: Countess Iblis, whom we have encountered in the past. “With the aid of this Q the Bajorans are establishing a slave holding society, with the native Cardassians as the Slaves and the Bajorans as the masters.

Deep Space - USS Argos - Medi’s family’s quarters

When Luziana talked Boomer into accepting Medi’s invitation to mate with her family, Medi had come to them and explained all the ins and outs involved. As a result, since they were going to join with what the Medeusans considered a Harlot Priestess, they would be appearing nude before her. This meant they had to walk though the halls of the ship that way, exposing their bodies to anyone who happened to walk by. It was not the first time her wife had talked Boomer into doing this. But it still made Boomer feel strange to be seen in public this way. When they arrived and the quarters Medi shared with her three Medeusan husbands/wives/spice, the Orion woman greeted them at the door, each with a hug.

“Welcome! Welcome you two! I was afraid you might change your mind,” confessed Medi.

“She kind of talked me into it,” confessed Boomer. “So how do we start this?”

“Well, I thought we’d start with a little kissing between us three,” suggested Medi. “I never get to do that with them.”

“Alright,” said Boomer, before grabbing Medi by the cheeks and pulling her into a deep kiss.

Medi opened her mouth to Boomer to deepen the kissed, while using her hands to pull Luzaina closer into a three-way hug. Luziana rooted in between them and Boomer let her wife displace her, while her hands started roaming around Medi’s body. She was particularly interested in the four new vulvas that Medi had surgically added since the last time they did this. Unlike Medi’s original vulva, which was covered in a dense bush of pubic hair, her new ones were hairless. And when Boomer’s finger started tracing along the labia of one, Medi moved her mouth closer and pulled Boomer in so that the three women were now doing a three person tongue kiss. Boomer felt her arrousal suddenly increase as Medi released her pheromones, which Medi said Medeusans were not immune to. The three Medeusans, who had been holding hands with each other started taking the women by the hand and pulling them over to the bed. She got separated from the other two women as Iviča held her hand and rubbed it against hers while the Medeusan’s other hands were caressing Boomer all over. As Boomer and Iviča continued to rub their palms together, Boomer started to feel something open up in the palm that was pressed against hers. So she grabbed another hands and started rubbing it together also. The first palm was fully open now and Boomer brought it up to her face to see it. Other than the blue colour, it resembled a human vulva. Boomer brought it to her mouth and started licking it. Iviča responded by trying to pull her legs spread, which Boomer allowed because by now she was ready to be entered. Slowly Iviča entered her vagina with his finger with another finger started rubbing against a clit. Boomer responded to being penetrated by using her tongue to penetrate the female organ on the palm she was licking. But then she felt another hand trying to enter her butt.

(I‘m not willing to allow that) thought Boomer, and to her relief, she felt him back off.

Medi had warned her in advance that the Medeusans would try to penetrate her with an many hands as they could and that she had a right to only allow as many in her as she wanted. As Iviča thrust into her pussy, while rubbing her clit, and Boomer continued to lick Iviča’s hand, she glanced to see what the other women were doing.
Medi was being septuple penetrated by Vačič. He hand a finger in her mouth, her butt, and each of her five pussies. She had her tongue licking the palm of the hand that had a finger down her throat and had arranged her hands so that she had a finger in two of his palms, arranged so that every time he thrust into her, she was also thrusting into him.
On her other side, Luziana had let Jožo triple penetrate her and had wrapped her hand around the fingers of two more hands. All three of the medeusans were changing colours in a beautiful display. The colours only got more intense before Luziana warned her:

(Don’t look Boomer! Close your eyes!)

She had been warned not to watch a Medeusan climax, that it would make her pass out and that it might even damage her mental health. But her couriosity got the better of her and she looked anyway as Medi’s orgasm from being septuple fraked pushed Vačić into having his own orgasm. The colours he changed when he climaxed were so beautiful that they made her cum the hardest she ever had in her life! She came so hard she passed out! . . . .
. . . when she awoke, her wonderment at the beauty she had seen quickly turned to rage. How dare he feel so good that he can produce such beauty! She wanted to feel that good! And she couldn’t have when he had, then she’s kill them all for it!
She lashed out and hit Iviča with her fist.

(Grab her! She’s gone insane!) thought Luziana.

Iviča grabbed her with four of his hands and held her down as she thrashed and screamed and struggled against his hold. He still had his finger in her, though he was not longer thrusting. She started thrusting her pelvis against his hand screaming:

“FRAK ME! FRAK ME! FRAK ME!”

(Pull out of me,) thought Medi, who was still being septuple penetrated, even though he was no longer thrusting. (Can you feel what I am feeling and send it back to her?) asked Medi.

(I will do that now,) agreed Vačič.

Medi moved over to her screaming thrashing friend and she started to still as Boomer felt the Love that Medi felt for her. Medi gently pulled Iviča’s hand out of Boomer’s pussy and replaced it with her own. While doing this, she was also caressing Boomer’s face and making eye contact. Medi moved closer and began kissing her and caressing her face while maintaining eye contact, while her other hand thrust into Boomer. At the same time, Vačić was using his telepathy to feel the emotions of Medi and sending them back to Boomer. Medi ordinarily felt a two palm Love for the Cylon woman and her Betazoid wife. Now Medi was opening herself up emotionally more. It was similar, but the opposite, to the technique the Vulcans used to suppress their more-powerful-than-human emotions. The Vulcan technique was like contracting a muscle. This was more like relaxing a muscle. She opened herself up more and more to Boomer allow the Love she felt for Boomer to grow to the intensity that would make a Medeusan open all seven palms. By this point Boomer had had multiple climaxes and Iviča had released his grip on her limbs so Boomer could caress Medi.

“Oh! OH! OH!” moaned Boomer, as she climaxed while feeling more Loved than she ever had in her life! “Oh Medi! Oh Medi! Oh Medi!” moaned Boomer as she hugged the woman who loved her so much as tightly to herself as she could.

It had worked! Medi had cured someone of Medeusan induced insanity without erasing their memories. She had a new tool she could use when such cases occurred in the future.

Of course, after witnessing that, Luziana wanted Medi to do that to her. The six of them continued to Make Love in various combinations. Boomer continued to climax so hard she would pass out every time she saw a Medeusan climax with even one hand. But she closed her eyes when she was warned, because Medi was about to make one of the Medeusans septuple cum in her. The sight of this would make Luziana climax so hard she would pass out too. But she didn’t fly into a homacidal rage from the sight, as Boomer did.

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Caprica - Caprica City - FNN Studio

“Hello friends, and welcome to the D’Anna Biers show. Tonight’s topic: Kobolian humans that became Cylons. All of my guests are coming to me via subspace connection. My first guest is Sally Songhem. She was the first Kobolian Human ever to download into a Cylon body, in her case, she got an model Three body like mine. Welcome Sally.”

“Thank you D’Anna, it’s great to be alive” said Sally.

“Now Sally, why did you make this choice to become a Cylon?” asked D’Anna.

“I had terminal cancer,” replied Sally. “Luckily, I was over 60, which is the minimum age to qualify for a resurrection module. So when I died, I woke up with this brand new body ready to begin my second life.”

“Did you leave any family behind when you made this change?” asked D’Anna.
“No. My children all died on Picon,” explained Sally. “My husband and I were coming back from vacation when the Fall happened. He didn’t survive to reach Kobol. So I didn’t have anyone in my last days. Now, I’ve got a healthy new body and it’s really like starting a whole new life!”

“So what’s next for you, Sally?” asked D’Anna. “What are you going to do with this new life?”

“I’d like to meet a nice man, get married and start a new family, have some more children,” replied Sally.

“Now that you are a Cylon Human, you won’t be able to have children unless you husband is Kobolian,” pointed out D’Anna.

“At this point, I’d be open minded about an alien if he was nice,” replied Sally. “After all, with medical help, I could have children with any biological race.”

“Thank you Sally,” said D’Anna. “My next guest is Jon Brown. He was a single widower who now is in the body of a model Two Cylon. Welcome Jon.

“Thank you D’Anna,” replied Jon.

“So Jon why did you decide to become a Cylon?” asked D’Anna.

“I was 83 years old,” replied Jon. “I’d lived a full life. But I had lost my entire family in the Fall. I wasn’t sure this resurrection thing would even work. But a took a chance anyway. And now, here I am.”

“Are you going to try to start a new family?” asked D’Anna.

“No. I’ve already done that and lost them all,” replied Jon. “I couldn’t bear to lose a family like that again.”

“So what is in the Future for Jon Two?” asked D’Anna.

“I may have the body of a Two, but I’m still Jon Brown. I’m going to join Starfleet and explore the universe. When we were in the Colonies we didn’t leave our home system at all. I want to seek out strange new worlds, see what’s out there.”

“Thank you, Jon,” said D’Anna. “My next guest is Bill Martin. He has come back to us in a model Six body. Welcome Bill.”

“It’s Billi now,” she said.

“So you were a man, and now you’re a woman,” observed D’Anna. “Was the transition difficult for you?”

“It wasn’t so much difficult as it was strange,” replied Billi. “When I first woke up as a woman, the first thing I did is spend a lot of time looking at my new body in the mirror and checking it out, learning what it felt like to be a woman, what felt good to me as a woman. I’d always liked women. Now I was one. After a couple of days playing with myself, I wanted to know what it felt like to be fraked as a woman. So It went to the Temple of Aphrodite and offered my self to the Lords.”

“And was that a positive experience for you?” asked D’Anna.

“I’ll say! I always loved fraking women, especially my wife,” replied Billi. “But I found I liked it a lot more as a woman!”

“You mentioned a wife, is she still living?” asked D’Anna.

“Yes she is,” replied Billi. She still lives on our farm in Sparta. She’s setting things up so that when her time comes, we’ll have a nest egg to restart our lives with.

“So you are going to stay married after she downloads?” asked D’Anna.

“Yes, she’s going into a model One body,” explained Billi “So she’ll be my Husband and I’ll be her wife.”

“So what are you doing with yourself in the mean time?” asked D’Anna.

“I’m still working at the Temple of Aphrodite,” explained Billi. I’ve used the learning machine to download everything I need to know to be an Acolyte of Aphrodite and also the module on being a Priestess of Hestia, which was the only Priestess that survived until we got the learning machines from the Talosians.”

“And your wife does not object to your infidelity?” asked D’Anna.

“We were never that strict about fidelity to begin with,” replied Billi. “We both had outside relationships throughout the decades of our marriage. And now that we’re separated, we still are. Even after we get back together, I’ll need to get impregnated by someone outside of our marriage if we want to have kids.”

“And you WANT to have children?” asked D’Anna.

“Not without her,” said Billi. “But some day . . . when we’re together again . . . sure!”

“Thank you, Billi,” said D’Anna.

Deep Space - USS Argos - Astometrics lab

“Lieutenant Baltar, I noticed you examining my secondary sexual characteristics,” said 34 of Six, one of the Borg who worked under him.

“Sorry,” I didn’t mean to stare,” apologized Lieutenant Gaius Baltar. “I’m just missing my wife and she looked a lot like you.”

“You are referring to the invisible member of the Daemon species that you are married to,” replied 34 of Six, “the Daemon that took the form of a model Six Cylon, as we used to be.”

“Yes,” agreed Baltar. “She looked like you did before you became . . .”

“Borg,” finished 34 of Six. “If missing your marital partner is interfering with your efficiency, we could engage in coitus to relieve that tension.”

“I’m sorry, did you just offer to frak me!?!” asked Baltar.

“We believe we just said that,” replied 34 of Six.

“I didn’t think Borg had sex,” replied Baltar.

“There are several of us Borg engaged in coitus at all times,” explained 34 of Six. “If we engage in sexual activity, that would free up two other Borg to be otherwise productive.”

“Can we at least wait until our shift had ended?” asked Baltar.

“That would be acceptable,” replied 34 of Six. “We will comply.”

Deep Space - USS Argos - Boomer’s / Luziana’s quarters

The morning after spending a night of passion with Medi and her three Medeusan husbands, Luziana went to pick their daughter up from the Andorian couple who had taken care of her for the night. Boomer felt too shy to pick up her daughter from the sitter while she was still naked, so she went back to their quarters and let her wife take care of that.

Once Luziana had fed Dunja and put her to bed, she joined her wife for some morning coffee. Boomer had already put on her uniform. Luziana hadn’t bothered.

“So . . . what do your think?” asked Boomer, who knew her wife knew exactly what she thought.

“I’m really regretting not pushing harder to get Medi to join our marriage when we first started,” replied Luziana.

“But she couldn’t do that, before she married those Medeusans,” replied Boomer. “I mean, if was fun to have her join us before, but not like that! I’ve never felt so loved before! I mean, I know you love me, but that . . .”

“She shared it with me too, don’t forget,” replied Luziana. “I can feel how much you love me. But she . . . . I didn’t think it was possible to feel a Love that strong!”

“I just wish I could experience that with you,” confessed Boomer.

“I can feel how sad this is making you,” replied Luziana. “Stop it! The love that we feel for each other is a normal amount for a married couple. If you like, next time, I can have one the Medeusans relay how I feel about you to you.”

“Is there going to be a next time?” asked Boomer.

“I can see in you mind that you want there to be a next time,” observed Luziana. “So do I.”

“Should we be looking for our own Medeusan to bring into our marriage?” asked Boomer.

“No. I think having the occasional orgy with Medi’s family is all I need,” replied Luziana. “Besides, Medi was the part I like best, not her spice.”

“I’m still . . .” said Boomer.

“I know. Me too,” replied Luziana. “How about you take that uniform off and we do a little more cuddling before Dunja wakes up again?”

“All right,” replied Boomer.

Kobol Orbit - USS Argos - Boomer’s Quarters

Sharon ‘Heartbreaker’ Valerii pushed the button to let her know she was here. To her great relief, when the door opened, the other her was wearing a Starfleet uniform. The collar of the under-uniform was sticking up above the collar of the gold shirt she was wearing with black pants and a black jacket over the shirt. The two Eights were dressed the same. Also in the room was a woman who was wearing a gold minidress with the open jacket over it. She was holding a baby.

“Boomer? HI. I’m Sharon Valerii.”

“Come on in,” said Lieutenant Boomer Eight. “This is my Wife: Luziana and our daughter: Dunja.

“I’m really relieved to see you’re both wearing clothes,” said Sharon. “It irks me to see other women who look just like me walking around in public like that.”

“Yeah, the whole galaxy knows what we look like naked,” agreed Boomer.

“That’s why I think you shouldn’t be so shy about it,” said Transporter Chief Luziana Eight.

“Occasionally, she talks me into it,” admitted Boomer. “So I understand you didn’t know you were a Cylon.

“Yeah, it was a shock when I found out,” agreed Sharon. “I didn’t believe it, at first.”

“Did the Cylons make you do anything bad before you found out?” asked Boomer.

“No, the Cylons on our ship were not doing anything to hinder the Atlantis,” said Sharon.

“Then you got off lucky,” said Boomer. “They had me sabotaging Galactica for weeks before they made me shook my Commander. He was like a father to me before that.”

“What happened to you?” asked Sharon.

“They let me rot in a cell for a while, then the current Deck Chief of Galactica killed me,” replied Boomer. “I still didn’t believe I was a Cylon until I woke up in a pod full of good with a couple of Eights around me. I tried to make the Cylons more liberal concerning the Colonials, but all I accomplished was instead of killing them all, we enslaved them on New Caprica. And when I tried talking to my ex-lover, he made it clear that there was no forgiveness for me. It was later I found out he was one of the Final Five and he ended out marrying that bitch who killed me.”

“Wow! Looks like I got lucky compared to you,” said Sharon.

“So have you decided on a new name?” asked Boomer.

“I’m keeping Sharon Valerii. No one else is using it. I checked.”

“I wish I had done that,” said Boomer. “At the time, I wanted people not to confuse me with Athena, who was also calling herself Sharon Valerii. But now she’s married and took her husband’s name.”

“I deliberately did not take my husband’s name because I want to be Sharon Valerii.”

“You’re married?” asked Boomer. “Who to?”

“Felix Gaeta,” replied Sharon.

“Oh, yeah, I know him . . . good man,” said Boomer.

“And now you’re regretting that you didn’t sleep with him when you had the chance,” observed Luziana.

“Would you stop that!” snapped Boomer. “You’ll have to forgive my wife. She’s a Betazoid and tends to blurt out people’s most embarrassing private thoughts.”

“What’s a Betazoid?” asked Sharon.

“I’m an alien from the planet Beta Zed,” replied Luziana.

“You mean she’s not human?” asked Sharon.

“Nope,” replied Boomer. “And her people are telepathic, like the Talosians.”

“You said she was your daughter,” Sharon indicated baby Dunja. “Which one of you is the Mother and who did you get to father her.”

“I’m the mother,” replied Luziana. “And Boomer is the father. She’s the first Cylon ever to become a father.”

“How is that even possible?” asked Sharon.

“Federation science made it possible for us to make a daughter from both our DNA and have it implanted,” explained Boomer. “We can have daughters that way, but we’d need to bring someone else in if we wanted a son.”

“Either one of us could have carried her,” added Luziana. “But I chose to be her mother.”

“Are you planning any children?” asked Boomer.

“Felix and I have discussed it,” admitted Sharon. “But I want to get used to Galactica first, before I have give up being a Raptor pilot. . . . So . . . Why didn’t you take her last name when you got married?”

“I don’t have a family name,” replied Luziana. “Or at least I didn’t before Boomer. Amongst my people, I’m not a noble. I’m not important enough to have a family name. That’s why I took Boomer’s name, Eight. Our daughter is Dunja Eight also.”

“it will help her avoid marrying her own sibling,” realized Sharon.

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Kobol - Athens - Starfleet Command - Fleet Admiral Adam’s office

“You called for me, sir?” asked Commander Kara ‘Starbuck’ Thrace, as she entered his office.

“Have a seat Starbuck,” commanded Adama. “I called you down here because I received word that The Ajax and the Chronos are finished.”

“You’re offering me a command of my own?” guessed Starbuck.

“Ordinarily, I would give them to our Commodore and our Admiral,” said Adama. “But neither of them, especially Commodore Three, have experience commanding an Apollo class ship. So I’m offering you Command of the Ajax.”

“I’m honored, sir!” replied Starbuck.

“You might not think so, when I tell you the rest,” replied Adama. “I’ll be sending you to Caprica and Commodore Three will be joining you. YOU will be Captain of the Ship. But SHE is in Command of the Caprica Fleet. You will teach her how to command an Apollo class ship and when YOU feel she is ready, you’ll let her act as Captain for the beta or gamma shift. Eventually, a second Apollo will be sent to be her flagship.”

“With all due respect, I joined Starfleet to explore, not nursemaid a Cylon Commodore,” complained Starbuck.

“I know,” replied Adama. “And it’s to your credit that you didn’t call her a toaster. Look, if you do well with this assignment, I promise you’ll be assigned to one of the constitutions when we build them, and strongly considered for the captaincy.”

“All right, I guess, I’m going to go teach a Commodore how to run a modern ship,” said Starbuck. “I’d like to take Lieutenant Stonn and Doctor Leptus with me.”

“I’ll let Captain Worf know I ordered it,” replied Adama. “I’m also sending Councilor Đaimz with you. S/he’s requested a posting in the former Colonies. It think s/he wants to be further away from hir people. It’s going to be a crowded Raptor to Mars.”

“I’m sure we’ll manage,” replied Starbuck.

Deep Space - USS Argos - Captain’s Ready Room

“We are reporting as ordered,” said Commander Harry Kim of Borg.

“I have received a subspace message from Starfleet Command,” explained Captain Data. “You are being offered Command of the Chronos. You’ll be in charge of defending the inner worlds of : Mars, Tarquinus, Talos IV, Vulcan and Visalayan. This will put you under the Command of Admiral Sart. He will be posted on the Chronos with you so that you can teach him to command an Apollo Class ship. At a later point, he will receive an Apollo Class ship to act as his Flagship and the Chronos will be posted to defend Mars, when not needed elsewhere. Do you understand these orders?”

“We understand,” replied Kim. “We will comply.”

“Your Raptor will leave for Mars in three hours,” said Data.

Fleet Admiral’s log: Stardate 58026.0 - The Ajax is scheduled to arrive at Caprica today. As soon as it does, The Pugita, will be returned to Visalayan. Although the Medeusan ships are more advanced, the Talosian ships are better suited to filling tactical holes that the Cylon and former Colonial ships have. Also the Medeusans have fewer ships are further from the other nearby worlds than Talos IV is.
I have also received word that four more Apollo class ships have been completed: the Agamemnon, Orita, Porantite, and T’Pau. They will be sent to guard Talos IV, Tarquinus, Visalayan and Vulcan. The Agamemnon will now be Admiral Sart’s flagship. These ships also allow me to return the He’e and the Ahtapot to Visalayan.

Fleet Admiral’s log: Stardate 582095.1 - Seven more Apollo class ships have been completed. This gives us enough to station two in every Federation system. As soon as they arrive at their destinations, the Cylon Basestars will be recalled to Caprica and the Cruiserstar Odyssey will be recalled to Kobol. I have promised Admiral Sart that if the need for jump capable warships arrises, Caprica and Kobol will put them at his disposal. But a side affect of the completion of the Apollos is that as they arrive to relieve them, the Talosian ships can return home. Due to the distance involved, the Zeus and the Hermes will be the last to return to Talos IV.

Fleet Admiral’s log: Stardate 582384.2 - At long last, the Constitutions are complete. Between them and the Argos and the Raiders. We should have plenty of ships for exploration. The Raiders help a lot with early exploration. We then send the Argos for closer examination of interesting things the Raiders find. Now we have two more exploration ships to send.

Caprica Orbit - USS Ajax - Captain’s Ready Room

Captain Kara ‘Starbuck’ Thrace was catching up on some reports when her Communications Officer intruded on her thoughts.

(Captain I have just received a subspace communication for you from Starfleet Command,) telepathically sent Lieutenant Marks.

(Send it to my PAD) thought Starbuck.

She opened the channel and found herself looking at the Fleet Admiral, himself.

“Starbuck, what do you hear?” said Adama.

“Nothin’ but the rain!” replied Starbuck.

“Grab your gun and bring in the cat!” answered Adama.

“What can I do for you?” asked Starbuck.

“The two constitution class ships have been completed,” explained Adama. “I’m giving the Constitution to Captain Kim.”

“That’s quite an honor;” observed Starbuck. “I’m sure the Borg will all be proud of themselves.”

“I’m offering you the Enterprise,” added Adama. “It will be sent to you, mostly crewed. Once you take command, you be exploring all those systems that the Colonies and Cylons never bothered to investigate. Maybe even make First Contact with those Vorlons that the Raiders have reported on. Is there anyone from the the Ajax you’d like to bring with you?”

“If I can, I’d like to bring Lieutenant Stonn, Councilor Đaimz, Doctor Leptus with me;” replied Starbuck.

“What about your First Officer?” asked Adama.

“I want to recommend Commander Lomi Eight for Captain of the Ajax,” replied Starbuck. “So for Enterprise . . . How about Lieutenant Grčić from the Castor? I would trust hir to bring the ship here for me.”

“S/he has a good service record,” mused Adama. “Consider it done.”

Caprica Orbit - USS Enterprise - Bridge

“All systems functioning,” reported Communications Officer Lieutenant 1 of 20, who, as a Talosian Borg was in constant contact with the Chief Engineer, Lieutenant Commander 23 of Two, who was a model Two Cylon before he joined the Borg.

“All weapons fully operational,” reported Security Chief, Lieutenant Zoe Kalven, who was a Cylon Centurion.

“All systems functioning normally,” reported the Vulcan Chief Science officer, Lieutenant Commander Stonn.

“Captain, it is my duty to report that we are ready for departure,” said the Medeusan 1st Officer, Commander Grčić.

“Lay in a course, mark 34 x 23 x 93,” commanded Captain Kara ‘Starbuck’ Thrace.

“Course laid in captain,” replied the Medeusan Navigator, Lieutenant Toma.

“Ahead 1/4 impulse,” commanded Captain Thrace.

“1/4 impulse,” reported the Tarquinian Helmsman, Lieutenant Klelia.

“Engage!” commanded Captain Thrace.

Once they had gone to Warp, Starbuck left Commander Grčić at the Con, while she retreated to her Ready room to make her very first log entry as Captain of the Enterprise. She wanted to say something eloquent. . . .