[NOTE: This follows "Irreconcilable Differences". If you haven't read that, at some point you'll think: "Athena is WHAT?! to WHOM?!?!?"] Chapter 1 There's a "Sci-Fi Channel"? - Roger Fox Starbuck idly watched the scanner readouts in the cockpit. Nothing seemed amiss. Looking out into the eternal darkness didn't provide any new information either. He fidgeted in his seat, knowing he should enjoy the quiet of a routine patrol, but three sectars of routine patrols got, well, boring. On the other hand, there was always the clichéd saying used in dozens of IFB dramas just before a battle: "It's quiet, too quiet.." "Hey, Giles, see anything?" Starbuck asked his partner for this patrol. "No, are you looking for something in particular?" Giles answered over the comline. "It just seems.well.quiet, too quiet.." Nothing happened. No Cylons swooped out of nowhere. "Are you asking for trouble?" Giles said, sounding a bit irritated. There were just some things it was not wise to say even if one didn't believe in superstitions. "You like boring?" "Boring means I don't get shot at." "That's true, but still.." Starbuck said. How could he explain it? There was something about a skirmish that made him feel alive. "Yeah, yeah, it's hard to be a hero when there aren't any bad guys around," Giles said. "Even Baltar is no longer around to keep you and Apollo entertained." "Well, being a hero does have its rewards." Starbuck grinned, happy that Giles couldn't see the expression on his face. If Giles only knew.. "For you maybe," Giles said. "The women just all fall at your feet." "Hey, I just have it, you know." "Oh, yeah, how could I forget? The legendary, irresistible Starbuck charm." Giles snickered. It sounded different from his usual laugh, as if Giles did know something. "What so funny?" Starbuck asked. "Haven't you seen that IFB show?" Giles sounded too gleeful. The IFB being Inter-Fleet Broadcasting which produced and transmitted a variety of programs to the other ships in the fleet. "What IFB show?" "You haven't seen it?" Giles laughed. "I would have thought someone would have told you." "Told me what?" Starbuck demanded. "Oh, I can't explain it; you have got to see it to believe it." A flash of light streaked past Starbuck's Viper. Instantly he became aware of his surroundings. Nothing showed on the readouts. Another flash went past and he realized it was not so much a streak or bolt, but a globe of bright light. It was followed by another. And another. A whole string of them. "Giles, do you see that?" Starbuck asked, all business. "Yeah, but I'm picking up nothing on my instruments." . Aboard the _Galactica_, Commander Adama sat at the desk in his quarters. Colonel Tigh, his trusted second-in-command and confidant, occupied a chair opposite. "He was right about one thing," Adama said. "I am a politician whether I like it or not." "It stands to reason; you've had to be to deal with the Council," Tigh said. "Even before the Destruction, I was a politician." Adama sighed, the responsibilities of command never far from his thoughts. "As a politician, I know people have short memories. Athena and I can't conceal his presence on a battlestar forever." "Are you doubting Starbuck's charade will hold?" Tigh asked, his manner of understated humour clear to Adama. "Starbuck has been working on the next step." Adama smiled. "Sometimes I think he would be better employed aboard the Comp-tel ship with the schemes he concocts." "At least he would be on our side." "You're referring to the IFB's show, _Stellaria_?" Adama gave a short laugh. "Yes." Tigh frowned, his displeasure evident. "It makes us look like idiots." "Especially executive officers.." "Adama, it would be easier to tolerate if they weren't giving civilians in the fleet the absurd idea that submitting to the Cylons would be preferable. That somehow the Cylons were justified in their actions against an immoral Colonial government. That the Cylons would like to show us the way to a higher purpose - " "You can't blame them considering some of the blunders the Council of Twelve has made." Adama calmly diverted Tigh's outburst. Tigh, flustered for a moment, regained his composure. "But don't people think? Has it been that long?" "No, but being restricted to a limited number of ships gives people plenty of time to contemplate their current situation, particularly when there few things to distract them." "Except the IFB," Tigh said. "They can only transmit so many Triad matches." Adama smiled. "I know, but why a program that reeks of sedition, if not outright treason?" "I can not answer that, but Athena's.friend may be able to help there." "How?" Tigh asked, surprised. "He does possess knowledge of the Cylon Empire that no one else in the fleet has." Adama spoke as he thought over the matter. "He might be put in a position where it would at least force someone's hand." "That sounds like something Starbuck would say." "Yes, it does," Adama agreed, "but it is not only the politicians who use underhanded means to influence others, the military uses tactics to misdirect and confuse the enemy." "But who is the enemy?" "That is what we first must determine." ---------- On board the _Chrysopteron_, a slightly built man with long, dark hair and beard surveyed his realm, his dominion. Melicertes craved the sense of control, of power, that it gave him to oversee and direct his creation. It gave him pleasure that others were eager enough to contribute to his creation that they would offer up their very essence for the privilege. The adoration of others told him that he was good at what he did. Good enough that no less than a member of the Council of Twelve had taken an interest in his creation. The Councilor had praised Melicertes for his insight into human character and, even more notably, his keen observations on the major personalities on the Galactica. The Councilor had lauded Melicertes for his perceptiveness regarding the fleet's operations, how Adama had pushed aside the Council, and, by extension, had silenced the civilian voices in the fleet. But the people had found other ways to express themselves, and it was fortunate the Melicertes had created a means that was so effective in conveying the civilian frustration and dissatisfaction within the fleet. The Councilor had offered to assist Melicertes to even greater glory, if only Melicertes would be so kind as to assist the Councilor in return. . Displayed on the console screen, Athena read names of ships, distances between ships, scheduled shuttle trips between ships, shuttle routes, committed shuttle loads, available shuttle cargo loads, reserved passenger shuttles, available passenger seating, and numerous other arcane codes indicating priority, capacity, and status. As she allocated newer requests, she once again silently thanked Omega and Komma for duplicating and adapting the _Galactica's_ system that was used to track the Vipers for use among the civilian ships making her job so much easier. She thought back when trying to manually coordinate even something as simple as supply runs was a nightmare. Of course, trying to get two hundred or so larger ships to do anything in conjunction had been, and was still, an ordeal. And then to add in the odd Cylon attack just complicated things beyond belief as ship commanders panicked or misinterpreted orders when the comlines crackled with interference from enemy fire or went down from damaged relays. She was grateful that things had settled down for the past three sectars, allowing her and the bridge crew the opportunity to attempt to make some sense of all the interlocking elements of the fleet. It had also allowed her time to deal with adjustments in her own life. She had never expected her newlywed retreat to be aboard a battlestar. Or the husband to be the one sequestered, although he had needed the time simply to recover physically. She smiled to herself. The night moving him from the Life Station to their quarters under cover of secrecy had been like some ridiculous episode of the IFB's _Bennion Hillion_ Show. "If I might interrupt you.?" Athena looked up to see Apollo standing next to her. He looked uncomfortable as well he should as far as she was concerned. She wouldn't have had to add a number of med-tech skills to her repertoire if Apollo hadn't shot her husband, leaving him incapacity for several sectons and needing physical therapy. Admittedly, he hadn't minded that aspect of his recovery, particularly once he had strength enough for some recreational activity with her. "Yes?" Athena asked Apollo, her expression carefully neutral. "I need a shuttle in order to get to the Comp-tel ship." "When do you need it?" Athena brought up any information she had on shuttle runs to the _Chrysopteron_, the Comp-tel ship's official name. "In a centar." "And now you ask?" Athena snapped. "Look, I know it's on short notice, but I'm scheduled to make an appearance on one of the IFB's programs." "Oh, and did they request your appearance on such short notice?" She noticed Omega looking her way, no doubt attracted by her raised voice. She briefly speculated if Apollo had deliberately timed his request when their father and Colonel Tigh were absent from the bridge. "No, but I was busy elsewhere." "And you don't think I'm busy?" She pointed to the screen. "All right, who do I tell has to wait for a shuttle because you need it?" "Don't you have any extras?" Apollo asked. "The ones being repaired. Do you want one of those?" "Will they fly?" He tried to make a joke out of it. "No. And not even you are going to be authorized to pilot one until the maintenance crew gives it clearance." "Why is this such a problem?" He tried another tactic. "I don't have this problem when assigning pilots to Vipers." "You have a 2 to 1 ratio of pilots to Vipers; the fleet has something like a 500 to 2 ratio of people to shuttles." "They don't all need them." "They still need food, medicine, fuel, clothing - " "I get it. I just don't have time to discuss it now." Apollo got that look on his face. If he pulled rank on her now, she swore she would scream. "Look, if you can get me a shuttle, you can explain it to your stupid brother on the way over." He said, trying another tactic in his arsenal, the one he used when getting low on options: letting his little sister feel superior to him. "All right," she muttered, her shift was near its end and maybe she could talk some sense into Apollo regarding the added duties of the bridge crew in shepherding their civilian fleet. In the meantime, she turned back to her console and decided who could wait for a shuttle she had already reserved for use without creating chaos among the entire day's schedule. . Chapter 2 Don't you know TV influences people? - Stephen Colbert Around the conference table, the Council of Twelve assembled with Commander Adama at its head by virtue of seniority. The remaining Councilors were arranged in the traditional order of their respective Colonies. Siress Tinia surveyed the motley collection of ambitious bureauticians, recalled retirees, and others who wouldn't have even been considered for a seat on the Colonies' High Quorum before the Destruction. "Shall we proceed?" Adama said in his deep voice. "Of course, that is why we are here," Sire Geller said. Tinia noticed the Sagitaran's clipped tone. No doubt he still held a grudge with Adama over the Paradeen incident. "My staff under Colonel Tigh and Flight Officer Omega have prepared and submitted copies of the sectar resource and allocation reports. I trust you have had time to review them and if there are any questions.." Adama looked around the table. "Would it be possible to meet the gentlemen who toil so hard to produce such lovely reports for us?" Siress Tallaya, a vivacious blonde woman from Piscon, said. She was the youngest member of the group, having attained her seat more through being the widow of Councilor Erakal, who had perished in the Destruction, than for any political experience or skill of her own. "I believe that can be arranged," Adama said. "Commander, if I may?" another asked, his irritation with Tallaya noticeable in his brusque tone. Tinia turned her attention to the Aerian Councilor, an aristocratic man with reddish hair and one of Geller's associates. "Your question, Sire Scaphio?" Adama recognized him politely yet warily. "There seems to be certain amounts of fuel and food held back each sectar. A surplus not distributed among the fleet." "An amount is retained in reserve for those times when the need is greater than the supply," Adama explained patiently. "That would be deemed prudent in normal conditions, Commander," Scaphio said. "However, there has not been a Cylon attack for many sectars and I have received a growing number of complaints from my constituents." Tinia noticed him glance over to another Councilor; one whom Tinia thought of as his "partner in crime". "As have I," a Leon man said. "Sire Phantis, has there been any particular reason given for these complaints?" Adama asked the Leon Councilor. "There are any number of reasons, Commander," Phantis said in the superior tone cultivated by the ancient bureautician class. "If we are not provided with specifics, we can not address the problem.if there is a problem." "Adama, the Council does not have the authority, as you well know," Geller said coldly. "We can not address any problem, real or otherwise, without having to appeal to you." "I'm aware of your frustration, Sire Geller," Adama said firmly. "We are doing the best we can under a difficult situation." "You do not have to face the civilians within the fleet on a daily basis. The Council has become a joke among the fleet. Even the IFB transmits programs that make us look like fools." "Gentlemen, we've had this discussion before," Siress Tinia said. "Need we go over it again?" To either side, Tinia heard a few murmured words of agreement. She did not add that the IFB wouldn't have had the material if the Council hadn't made some spectacularly inane blunders recently. "Yes, until the issue is settled." Geller turned on her. "Then would it not be more beneficial for you to suggest a new solution to this impasse? Or at least something new to contribute to the discussion?" Tinia asked, meeting his gaze calmly. "Siress, we have no means of addressing these complaints." "Have you not made an effort yourself?" Tinia asked sweetly. A small movement from Adama caught her eye; it appeared as if he were trying to hide a smile. She heard a stifled giggle from Tallaya. "There is the difficulty in that I do not appear to be a disinterested party," Geller answered haughtily. "Is it that? Or do you feel that it is somewhat demeaning to one of your station?" "Siress, it may please you to make a mockery of the Council, but I still believe it has a purpose within our culture, even if it is in dire straits at the moment." Although Geller addressed Tinia, he did not spare Tallaya a disapproving glance. "Sire, I hold the Council itself in high regard as a means of perpetuating the Colonies' principles of unrestrained political discourse, but I am also aware that each member brings to it their own ideas of what the Council is or should be. I, myself, find it helpful to remember what it is like to be an ordinary citizen and do not hesitate to speak to the less fortunate in the fleet." "Nicely spoken, Siress," Geller said. "It is a pity that you did not obtain a position on the Council before the Destruction. Things might have been different." There was silence in the room and Tinia could almost feel the temperature drop as a number of Councilors surreptitiously glanced at Adama. "Sire Montrose, wasn't there an agency and staff under the Council to address certain matters?" Adama turned to the Canceran member, one of those former members of the Council who had been recalled in the urgency of the situation. "There were many agencies, Commander," Montrose answered wistfully. "The Council was a much more important institution before the Destruction." "I'm thinking of the agency that was independent of the Council, yet authorized to verify that the Council's decisions were performed as intended by those charged with the responsibility." "Commander, even if we reinstate this office, who in the fleet would be qualified to perform the duties?" "If I did find someone, would reinstating the office be satisfactory to the Council?" Adama asked, directing his attention primarily to Geller. "What more could we lose?" Geller agreed. Tinia saw a hint of a sparkle in Adama's eyes. She was sure the Commander already had someone specific in mind, someone who Geller would not like one bit. . As soon as the shuttle left the landing bay, Athena knew she wasn't going to like the next words that Apollo spoke. "I need to talk with you about Baltar," Apollo said. "I knew it," Athena said, more irritated with herself than Apollo. "You didn't want to hear about the logistics of shuttle scheduling. Why should I ever think you look beyond the realm of your Vipers and pilots?" "Athena, those are my duties." "Yes, I know, but it would be nice if you remembered that the civilians your duties protect are more than just an incidental part of the fleet." "Look, we need to discuss Baltar, and this was the only way I could do it with you in private." "Lords know, the Life Station isn't very private," she said in a cold voice, hoping he would shut up. She wasn't in the mood to hear any of his little lectures. "You know what it looked like," Apollo said, his voice rising in that infuriating arrogance. "I know what it looked like.two people trying to have a little privacy, maybe?" "For Sagan's sake, it was Baltar." "HE is my husband." "You still love him?" Apollo was aghast which annoyed Athena all the more. By now, that little secret had been explained to him. "Why shouldn't I?" she snapped, defiant. "He betrayed the Colonies -" "You don't know that. You have no evidence," she cut him off. "And you have evidence otherwise?" "How am I supposed to have evidence for something that may not have occurred?" "You're still in some doubt," Apollo said triumphantly, as if scoring a point. "Look, Apollo, I was there on Caprica at the last Council session." Angered by his interrogation, she turned in the co-pilot's seat to face him as much as possible. "Baltar gave me the keycodes to his system, to his Council system. If he HAD done such a thing, are you also implying that I was his accomplice?" "He wouldn't give you access to information that would implicate his actions. You're a fool if you think otherwise." For the first time, Athena heard a sliver of hesitation in Apollo's voice. "Either Baltar was the greatest liar in the Colonies or he simply had nothing to hide. If he was concealing something, Lords help Starbuck if they ever play cards." "I doubt that will ever happen." "I don't know. Starbuck is taking this a lot better than you are." "Starbuck isn't faced with having Baltar as a brother-in-law," Apollo snarled. "Is that your problem? I didn't get your permission?" "You didn't even tell Father," Apollo snapped. "All right, I should have said something earlier. I didn't think the Colonies were going to be destroyed. And I never got a chance on Kobol." "You weren't in the temple when Baltar -" "No, I wasn't," Athena interrupted him. "My superior officer ordered me elsewhere. Remember, CAPTAIN?" She spit out his rank as if it was poison. "There were things that needed to be done," he said in a clipped voice. Athena could see the fury in his eyes, the rage darkening his face. There was silence in the shuttle as each was occupied with their own thoughts. Athena was tired of being treated like Apollo as inconsequential, as if she should automatically submit to him. All through her childhood it had been easier to just let him have way to avoid his temper tantrums. She had tried not to blame him, to understand that if she had felt the pressure to live up to her father's standards, then Apollo must had felt even greater pressure as Adama's eldest son. Now, she was just fed up with his self-important attitude. Some of it was no doubt the Caprican culture, but even Apollo should have seen that their father had treated their mother with respect and had valued her advice. It had been Baltar who had been one of the few men that had asked her what she thought and then had listened, really listened, to her. In the beginning, it had struck her as odd that a member of the Council was asking her, a mere assistant, for her thoughts. That perhaps he had been doing it to amuse himself, but it had become evident that he had enjoyed their discussions because she hadn't been in awe of his position and had spoken with him as an individual. Of course, one thing had then led to another, until they had dashed off during the Council's mid-day break to sign a marriage contract at the Caprica City civic offices. "Why didn't you say anything?" Apollo finally asked. "I was afraid of what would happen, and it looks like I was right in that." She should have left it there, but something compelled her to continue. "For all I know, you could have shot him on Kobol and left him to die.oh, that's right, we did leave him to die.I did think he was dead for some time.why would I have said something about a dead man?" "We had no choice," Apollo said, fighting to control his anger. "I know you had no choice." "I lost my wife because of a Cylon centurion on Kobol." "I'm sorry about Serena," Athena said genuinely sympathetic, but at the same time resentful at Apollo for bringing it up now. "Baltar did not shoot her. It's a war; people get killed. Zac was a casualty. Mother was a casualty. Even if killing Baltar would somehow justify your anger, or make you feel better, it won't bring Serena back. It won't bring any of them back." "I know that," Apollo said. He attacked the controls savagely, preparing the shuttle to enter the Comp- tel ship's small landing bay. . "Then why do you want to deprive me of my husband?" "I didn't know you had married him." "Now you know. Don't you think it causes me some pain to love someone that my brother hates, someone that the whole fleet hates, and hates enough to kill?" "Would you really have died to save him?" Apollo looked at her as if seeing her for the first time. "What did THAT look like to you?" Athena met his gaze, this time refusing to back down to him. . Tigh heard the urgent, heavy footsteps of the Warriors' boots, before he saw Starbuck and Giles entire the bridge. "Colonel, they're back," Starbuck said. "Cylons?" Tigh asked, his spine straightening as he prepared to give the needed orders. "No. Those weird lights. The ones we saw when we ran into Iblis." "Remember, when all those Warriors went missing?" Giles added. Tigh really didn't need a reminder. "You seemed to have returned this time," Tigh said. "Of course, we returned. We wouldn't be able to report to you if we hadn't returned." Starbuck gave him crooked smile. "Then, perhaps, the question should be: Why have they allowed you to return?" . Chapter 3 How many of your policies are designed for the sole purpose of satisfying your sadistic tendencies? - Alice If there was one thing Athena was sure of, it was that she was NOT going back in the same shuttle as Apollo. She got up from the co-pilot's seat, intending to talk to the flight deck officer about other shuttles scheduled to make runs from the Comp-tel ship to the _Galactica_. She walked through the rear compartment only to come to a sudden stop halfway to the door. As her irritation with Apollo faded, a thought occurred to her. She smiled. ---------- Sheba climbed into the cockpit of her Viper. Tigh had ordered additional patrols in the vicinity of where Starbuck and Giles had encountered the strange lights. Although nothing had been observed, she did not believe that there wasn't anything out there. Iblis had fooled her before. She didn't intend for that to happen again. ---------- "What do you mean, she's gone?" Apollo asked the flight deck officer. "She said you would understand," he pled his case, fearing to upset Apollo further. "I understand, all right," he bit off each word, his wrath mounting. Athena, a trained pilot, had commandeered the shuttle leaving him to find his own way back to the _Galactica_. Apollo turned on his heel and stalked back to the communications room. If Athena thought she could get away with this, she was wrong. With a few short words with communications officer, Apollo was soon patched into the _Galactica's_ comline and to the ship's flight control. "Captain Apollo to the _Galactica_," he said. "_Galactica_ to Captain Apollo. We are receiving you." The more or less familiar words came back. The voice was also the calm and professional one he heard so often. It was Athena's. "You left me here!" he roared. "I returned to my duties, sir," Athena answered evenly. "What happened to the shuttle?" "As it became available, it was assigned to another run." "I need a shuttle to get back to the _Galactica_ immediately," Apollo snapped. "I'm sorry, Captain, it appears all shuttles are unavailable at this time." Athena's voice was still the impersonal tone he had heard so many times over the comline, although he sensed rather than actually heard snickers from the bridge crew. "When is the next shuttle available?" he asked through gritted teeth. "The next available shuttle will be in." He heard a few clicks as Athena checked the flight control system. ".2.4 centars, sir." "What am I supposed to do until then?" "I cannot advise you on that, Captain. Would you like to put in a request for this shuttle?" "Of course!" Furious, he hit the console, wincing when the heel of his hand slammed into the metal edge. "And put in a request for anything that becomes available before then." He shook his hand in an effort to relieve the pain. "By your command, sir." For a micron he stood silent, stunned by her words before letting out a howl of rage. Then he heard the slight click as the comline was cut. ---------- "Thank you, Rigel," Athena said, standing and taking off the headset. "I owe you one." "Anything to help." Rigel resumed her seat at her post. "You would think the viper pilots would learn Rule #4: It is not wise to annoy those who control the flight traffic." "Some pilots think they are more important than others," Athena said, "particularly my brother." She heard a few muffled laughs from the bridge crew. Colonel Tigh, overseeing the bridge while her father was busy elsewhere, nodded to her, mirth in his eyes. He was not immune from the pilots' sometimes contrary, sometimes just thoughtless behaviour. "I believe the Captain can use the time to cool off," Tigh said as he exchanged smiles with Athena. . "Nice Viper recordings," Starbuck said as he watched a number of Vipers streak across the screen displaying the latest transmissions from Inter-Fleet Broadcasting. He and Cassiopeia were seated at a corner table in the Officers' Club. "Where did the IFB get those?" "You don't know?" Cassie asked. She suppressed a smile, not sure if she wanted to be the one to break the news to Starbuck about the IFB's latest hit show. "No. I didn't think we had any Vipers set up for making video recordings any more." "Perhaps they found some old recordings." "Yeah.that sounds reasonable." Starbuck smiled at her, missing the words flashed on the screen revealing the recordings of the Vipers to have been an IFB promo clip for _Stellaria_. "Should get some new recordings though. People get bored of the same old stuff." "I'm sure they would like to." "I could show them some new maneuvers." Starbuck winked. "I'm sure you can, but are they the ones the IFB wants?" "Who wouldn't want to know the latest from Starbuck, pilot extraordinaire, envied by the men, and irresistible to the women? I keep the _IFB News Society Feature_ going." "Uh.you just go ahead and keep thinking that," Cassie said with a smile. She knew Starbuck was going to get an unexpected surprise eventually. "Where is Apollo? Wasn't he going to join us for the rebroadcast of his _Warrior of the Centar_?" Starbuck glanced around the room but saw no sign of Apollo. "I thought you said he was. Perhaps he's with Sheba and Boxey." "We've been stood up?" Starbuck said, producing a fumarello from his jacket pocket. "That's so unkind of him." He lit the fumarello and settled it in between his teeth. "Starbuck, he does have other things to attend to. He can't keep you entertained all the time." "He doesn't need to. I can always keep myself entertained. Apollo's job is to keep me from having too much fun." Starbuck grinned. "You've got that right," Cassie said. "I've just got it, you know. Everyone wants my company." "Except Apollo." "His loss." Starbuck shrugged. "Probably reading bedtime stories to Boxey." "Some people would find that worthwhile." "Oh, I'm sure it is.for some people. I'm just not one of them." "Some people would say you're the one who should be having the bedtime stories read to." Cassie smiled. "Are you offering?" Starbuck leaned towards her, a roguish look in his eyes. "You want me to babysit you?" "Would you mind? Apollo is neglecting his duty. Can't he get Aunt Athena to look after Boxey?" Starbuck again looked around the room in search of his constant companion. "I don't think he wants her looking after his son since Boxey got an uncle." "Oh, right. Wouldn't want the evil uncle to corrupt the kid." "Apollo probably just doesn't want to confuse Boxey," Cassie said, knowing that was unlikely given Apollo's dislike for his new in-law. "Yeah, think of the explanation. 'This is your uncle; he's not really evil.'" Starbuck laughed. "Speaking of the evil uncle, has he recovered yet?" "Just about, although he's not ready for strenuous physical activity or heavy lifting." Cassie, in her role of med-tech, had made regular visits to check his progress. "No strenuous physical activity?" Starbuck asked with a sparkle in his eye. "At all? How is Athena handling THAT?" "Oh, he's recovered enough for that. Her attentive care has probably contributed quite a bit to his recovery." "Did you give them any advice? As a socialator.." Starbuck removed and waved his cigar to suggest his point. "You know I wouldn't tell you. Confidentiality, both medical and other." Cassie smiled. "I hope you haven't been giving him hands on therapy." "Starbuck, I never did that as a socialator. It isn't part of the job description." "Maybe not a socialator's, but is it in a med-tech's job description?" Starbuck asked, a hint of worry in his voice. "No. It's in neither. That is Athena's responsibility as his wife. You wouldn't want to relieve her of her wifely duty, would you?" "Sheesh, that makes it sound so - so - routine, tedious, even boring." "It doesn't have to be." "I'll believe it when I see it. Apollo isn't here, is he? Missing out on the comradery and good times." "I'm beginning to understand why Athena gave up waiting for you." Cassie gave him a dubious smile. "Hey, there's always a chance," Starbuck said. Cassie noted it was just a little too quick, a little too defensive. "How much?" "I'm not sure myself. It seems to vary." "On what? Is it a longer shot the closer you're getting to someone?" . When Athena returned to the small quarters she shared with her husband, he was reclining on the couch in the small outer room. The console screen was displaying the Inter-Fleet Broadcasting's evening news coverage. Despite Zara happily rambling on about Triad matches and upcoming IFB programs, her perky delivery hadn't been enough to keep one viewer awake. He was wearing an unassuming grey tunic and pants, his hair having grown long enough to graze his jaw line. The physical trauma he had experienced contributed to the grey streaks now prominent in his hair as well as a loss in weight, although he insisted being shot with a laser pistol was not a good diet plan. As Athena quietly made her way to the equally small bedroom, the IFB switched to a clip of her brother on _Warrior of the Centar_. "Idiot," she said, a bit too loudly. Baltar stretched and opened his eyes. "Athena.is that you?" "Of course, it is." She smiled, leaning over him. "You weren't expecting anyone else, were you?" "No. You returned later than I expected." He sat up and she joined him on the couch. "I was having a discussion with my brother." Although she tried to keep her voice and expression neutral, with that uncanny knack of his, he could tell there was something else. "Are you sure you were having just a discussion?" he asked. "No, it was more like an argument." "About me?" "Yes." She sighed. "I was afraid this would happen," Baltar said. She saw the misgiving in his eyes. "I don't want to cause further trouble between you and your family." "Are you giving up?" Athena asked. "I didn't think you were a man who would give up so easily." "Athena, I don't want you to end up as an outcast like myself, shunned even by your family. I would rather you be free of me than that. You shouldn't be subjected to my disgrace because of your compassion towards me." "I won't abandon you again," she said, tears appearing in her eyes. "You didn't abandon me. We lost touch there for awhile, but you eventually tracked me down," he said softly. "No one else would have done what you did for me." "I thought you were dying. I couldn't just let that happen." "I know. And you even nursed me back to health. But perhaps it's now time for you to be free of me. I can't be anything but a hindrance to you." "No, we haven't really even given this a chance." She took his hands and looked directly into his dark eyes. "If my father has come to an understanding then so can Apollo." "I don't want to cause trouble between you and your brother." "You have not caused trouble between Apollo and myself," she insisted and then smiled. "You may have hastened the inevitable impasse, but you did not cause it." "Are you sure?" he asked, surprised by her words. "Yes, I'm sure. Apollo has always been inflexible. That wouldn't be so bad by itself, but he's so convinced he's right that he expects everyone else to accept it without question." "Somewhat like his - your - father then?" Baltar asked, a flicker of a smile at the corners of his mouth. "He's worse than my father, you know that," Athena said, exasperation in her words. "Apollo shot you; my father only tried to strangle you." "And there's a difference?" His smile became established and that mischievous look of his appeared. "Yes, with my father, you had a fighting chance." Athena looked up at him, her blue eyes sparkling. "Or was I simply fortunate in that Adama was not armed?" "You have to admit you did provoke him.." "Yes, I did." Baltar nodded in agreement. "I was rather upset that day. It was my good fortune that you and Cassiopeia stopped him from finishing the job." "Of course, we did." Athena giggled. "If we hadn't, Doctor Salik would have hurt you both." "You're laughing about this now?" he asked, raising his brows. "It's either laugh or cry. Which one do you want?" "Oh, I prefer the laughter, definitely." He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "So do I. It makes living more bearable." "You make living more bearable, in fact, even worthwhile," he said, lowering his voice to a soft murmur. "Certainly more enjoyable. But if I make things too miserable for you, I want you to be free of me." "Life was miserable without you," Athena said, tightening her hold on his hands. "I don't want to be free of you." "I'm not going to be able to convince you that I'm bad for you, am I?" He smiled. "No, and don't try to use your politician's tricks on me," she said, leaning against him, resting her head on his shoulder. "How can I? You're onto me," he whispered and kissed her. "Words can only accomplish so much." ---------- "Adama is planning something," the Councilor said to Melicertes over the comline. A chill of fear ran down Melicertes's spine. "What is he planning? Shut down production of Stellaria?" "No, not just yet. Even he would not be so foolish as to order it closed down. It would provoke talk of censorship within the fleet." "Then what?" "It seems he wants some sort of reason - an excuse - to close down our production. Make sure he finds none." "There is no reason. I've been careful," Melicertes said. He hoped he sounded confident. Was there anything he had overlooked? ---------- A banging roused Athena out of her sleep. Through the fog of drowsiness, she recognized the muffled voice that accompanied the pounding. "Isn't that your brother yelling?" Baltar, next to her, said muzzily. "Ignore him," she said, resettling herself against Baltar's shoulder, careful not to aggravate his recent injuries. "He sounds angry. What DID you get in an argument about?" Through the soft fabric of her night gown, Athena felt his hand gently caress her back. "It's nothing. He's just mad because I stole his shuttle." "You stole his shuttle?" Athena heard the barely suppressed laughter in his voice, as well as the incessant banging on the door. She raised herself up on her elbows, her hair cascading over her shoulders. By the small light that dimly illuminated the room, she saw Baltar grinning. "Yes, he deserved it." "What did he do?" "He said terrible things about you.about us." "For what he said about me, that is excusable, but for what he said about you, that is unforgivable." "What he said about you was also unforgivable." She leaned down and kissed him. Outside, the pounding and Apollo's muffled demands ceased. Relieved, she settled back down onto the bed, nestled against him. "Remind me to never make you angry," Baltar said, stroking her hair. . [More silliness. Hopefully no spam.] Chapter 8 I need a name with the whole sky in it and the power of a man. Star-buck. Now, there's a name, and it's mine. - Bill Starbuck "The audience doesn't understand," Melicertes said and sighed, the very image of the misunderstood artiste. "I might be able to appreciate your situation in that regard." Issakar/Baltar looked up with a sly smile. The tone in his voice sent a twinge of alarm through Starbuck. Surely Baltar wasn't up to something _again_. Not after he had been given a second chance. Not after Athena had gone through so much to help him. Not after Starbuck had constructed a plausible identity for him. Surely Baltar wouldn't change sides.or was he only appearing to consider changing sides? The permutations of possibilities and identities were starting to confuse even Starbuck. Enough to distract him from the pyramid game he was playing with Boomer. "Yet as you are working on behalf of the Council.?" Melicertes asked. "I believe I have the ability to consider a variety of opinions with an open mind." Baltar turned slightly in the chair he occupied at Melicertes's desk to flash a smile to Starbuck before resuming his conversation with Melicertes. It was as if knew what Starbuck was thinking. "How does he do that?" Starbuck muttered softly to himself. "Do what?" Boomer asked, looking up from his cards. "Oh.uh.remain civil with that hack." Starbuck changed course. "Why shouldn't he? He's not portrayed on that show." "Still the guy is irritating," Starbuck said, fighting the urge to reveal that, yes, "Issakar" was portrayed on _Warship Stellaria_, just in his former guise which was as largely twisted a representation as any of them, except that in his case he actually benefited but he couldn't take advantage of it since he was officially dead. "Are you going to deal?" Boomer asked. "Oh, yeah." Starbuck gathered up the cards. "Did you hear the guy? 'The audience doesn't understand?' I understand, all right." "Careful, you don't want anyone to know you're more than a Viper jock." "Real funny. This is the guy who turned you into a Cylon," Starbuck said, shuffling the cards. "As long as I'm not really one." "There's always the chance someone could mistake you for one." "How? Do I look like I'm wearing shiny armour?" ---------- Melicertes found Issakar unsettling but he wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was the aristocratic aura that Issakar projected, so smooth and sure of himself as if others matter little to him. Perhaps it was the eyes that appeared black and held mysteries beyond comprehension. "It seems odd that your show gives a - shall we say - sympathetic view of the Cylon Empire." Issakar said with an enigmatic smile, pausing in his review of the records provided to him. "Don't you find it beneficial to consider alternate points of view?" Melicertes asked. "Certainly, but once I determine they have little or no merit, I hardly promote them afterwards." "But if you should find some validity in another's position?" "Are you saying there is validity in portraying our enemies as the victims?" Issakar's eyes widened slightly as he gave Melicertes a searching look. "It would not be meaningful in our drama if there was not some recognition of their actions being justified by their reasoning." "Despite the fact we are now reduced to fleeing in what few ships the Colonies have left." "I think you're confusing our fictional show with reality," Melicertes said nervously. "It was my understanding that you strived to be as realistic as possible in your show." "It's to stress that the themes we present are relevant to our situation." "So you are saying that you believe the Cylons should have our understanding, if not sympathy?" "There are other themes in the show." Melicertes pointedly ignored Issakar's last question. "Such as the Colonial government being incompetent?" Issakar cocked his head inquisitively. "You would object to that aspect as you are a representative of that government," Melicertes said dismissively. "The Council is aware of our show. In fact, one Councilor is quite a fan of our work." "Is that so?" Issakar asked with a slight smile. The look of amusement in his eyes caused a chill down Melicertes's spine. Did Issakar not know? Had Melicertes said something he should not have? "No government is above the scrutiny of the people," Melicertes said hastily. "Of course not." Issakar grinned, his amusement growing. "It is the people's responsibility to hold their government accountable. It is the government's duty to that accountability to serve in the best interest of the people, hence, my position and the Council's desire to confirm that the fleet's resources are not being squandered." ---------- Starbuck squirmed in his chair, tired of sitting. Melicertes's pompous pronouncements were distracting him from the game anyway. "I've got to take a walk," Starbuck said to Boomer. "Could you make sure they don't get in trouble?" He nodded towards Melicertes and "Issakar". "Sure. Just make it quick. You don't want to catch me asleep while on duty." "Sire Issakar," Starbuck said, standing. "I'll just go take a look for the.uh.you know.." "Of course, Lieutenant," Issakar/Baltar said genially with a smile. "Enjoy yourself." ---------- "I never knew that the fleet's ships had such colourful names," Tallaya said to Omega. She was examining the hardcopy of one of the reports that he had provided. "It's seems natural that our ships should have names like _Rising Star_, _Celestra_, _Astral Queen_, _Ice Princess_ and even _Galactica_." She paused to give Omega a playful smile. He cringed inwardly; he knew what was next. "And then there are names that seem so _amorous_." "It's a long tradition, Siress," Omega said as neutral as he could manage. "It might be interesting to look into this tradition if only to marvel at the ingenuity of the ships' titles. It really makes one curious to know the circumstances behind such names as _Lightyahren Lunacy_, _Courtesan's Enterprise_, and _Gigolo Nomad_." Tallaya leaned closer to Omega and lowered her voice. "What do you suppose is happening on the _Gigolo Nomad_?" "I could look into that for you." Omega turned intently to his console and retrieved the information. "It is registered as a freighter from Cancera and is categorized as a residential ship within the fleet." "That still doesn't tell me what the people are doing on the ship." "I could establish a comline," Omega said, glancing around. Tigh and Adama were discussing something and did not notice his action. He could ask for instructions. "Oh, I wouldn't want to put you to the trouble for my silly little whim." Tallaya patted his hand. "It's hard enough to keep track of 220 ships much less all the people within them." "We try our best, Siress." "And it's really the Council's job anyway.perhaps I could assist you in some way?" Tallaya looked at Omega wistfully, yearning in her green eyes. "Umm.ah.have you spoken with the Commander?" Omega asked, finding his mouth dry. "Tinia has claimed him for her own," Tallaya said, glancing at the Commander. She sighed and turned her attention back to Omega. "Don't you think you deserve some notice? You do provide an important contribution to the fleet." "I'm not really as important as all that, Siress." Omega pulled at his collar nervously. His uniform seemed tighter than usual. "I'm just following Colonel Tigh's orders." "Your modesty is sweet." Tallaya smiled. "I find that quite attractive in a man." . Starbuck walked through the corridors of the Comp-tel ship nonchalantly. He chatted up the personnel that he encountered and eventually discovered exactly which rooms were allotted to Melicertes's production of _Warship Stellaria_. It seemed most people were busy finishing the day's work and more intent on returning to their quarters than wondering why a Colonial Warrior was wandering through. Starbuck turned a corner of a flimsy wall and found himself in what looked strangely like the _Galactica's_ barracks for the pilots. A woman with short blonde hair was sitting on one of the bunks and intently examining some hardcopies. Starbuck was baffled that she was wearing something vaguely similar to his own combat attire. He was disappointed that she was fully clothed. Well, he could soon fix that.. As he approached, she looked up. "Lieutenant Starbuck?" she asked in wonder and amazement. "Ahh.I see you know of my renowned expertise." He gave her his most charming smile and sat next to her. "In a manner of speaking," she said returning his smile, always an encouraging sign. "You see, the role I play is based on you." "Really?" Now that she mentioned it, he recognized her from the IFB transmission he had seen. "Maybe you could tell me a few things then." "Like what?" "Well, I've met the guy who's in charge of this - uh - show, and I'm not saying you aren't talented.uh." He looked at her, searching for something. "Karissa," she said. "Karissa, that's a pretty name. But I can't help asking: Why are you pretending to be me?" "Melicertes thought it would be more interesting that way. He thought it would show that a woman could do anything that a man could do." "What about the differences between men and women? Don't you think it would be boring without the differences?" Starbuck asked, amazed that anyone could think otherwise. "You don't believe a woman can fly a Viper, play cards, and smoke a fumarello?" "You and your boss haven't met Sheba, have you?" Starbuck smirked. Neither of them would be saying this in Sheba's company or they might say it but would regret it after Sheba was done with them. "Although I've never seen Sheba with a fumarello." "What is the problem then?" "The problem is that I'm a man. It's part of what makes me.well.me. Starbuck, the one, the only." "So you allow yourself to be subjected to the stereotyped notions of masculinity?" She asked, clearly disapproving. "Er.yeah," Starbuck answered brightly. "Why?" "Because it works for me." He gave her the famous Starbuck smile. "And I like that way." ---------- In his office, Melicertes watched as the Council's Auditor went through the records, both electronic and hardcopy. He had been at it for nearly a centar without much comment and it was making Melicertes nervous. "What's taking Starbuck so long?" Boomer asked, glancing at his chronometer. "How long does it take to find a turboflush?" "He wasn't looking for the facilities." Issakar answered lightly, not even looking up from the hardcopies he was examining. Melicertes's nervousness turned to alarm. Had this Sire Issakar arranged for Starbuck to look into other things while he kept Melicertes occupied? "What was he looking for?" Boomer's question held an undercurrent of dread. "The poor clothing-deprived women, of course." Issakar smiled, running his finger down the hardcopy he was examining. "I should have guessed." Boomer stood up with a sigh. "If you don't need me, I'll just go track down the errant Warrior." "I'll be fine, Lieutenant. No need to worry about me." Issakar finally looked up, fixing Melicertes with an amused gaze. "Perhaps you would like to assist the Lieutenant in finding his friend?" Boomer paused at the door, waiting for the answer. Melicertes shook his head. If there was something more worrisome than a Colonial Warrior prying into things, it was leaving this man, Issakar, alone. "Why don't we all go?" Melicertes suggested. "All of us? For one Warrior?" Issakar's brows rose. "It would give me an opportunity to show you our operations here." ---------- "Ah.we've found our missing Warrior." Starbuck heard a familiar voice from the entranceway. It was smooth, it was amused, and it was Baltar's, or rather, he reminded himself, Issakar's. And just when he was getting somewhere with Karissa. Well, that would have to wait. With "Issakar", Boomer and Melicertes entered the mock barracks. "I wasn't missing. You found me, didn't you?" Irritated, Starbuck stood. "Yes, we did, and in the company of this lovely lady." Baltar's dark eyes sparkled as he bowed slightly to Karissa. "I have a reputation to uphold," Starbuck smiled. "You can hardly blame me for being myself, can you?" "No, we can't. And I suppose we also can't blame you for taking the opportunity to - shall we say - romance yourself." "Oh, come on, you know that she isn't me." Starbuck paused as he realized how odd that sounded. "Did that make any sense?" "Actually, no," Boomer said. "But then half the things you say don't make any sense." "Don't let it worry you, Lieutenant," Baltar said cheerfully to Starbuck, "I'll try not to confuse you two." "I hope you don't," Starbuck retorted. "We wouldn't want to address someone by the wrong name, now would we?" "Of course not, it would be very impolite." Unflinching, Baltar returned Starbuck's gaze. "Am I missing something here?" Boomer asked. "Sire Melicertes has offered to show us the other mock-ups used in his program," Baltar said in a most congenial manner. "Would you like to join us?" "We have a very nice baseship," Karissa said to Starbuck as she stood and took his hand. He had made some impression on her. "How can I turn down the offer of invading a baseship without getting shot at?" Starbuck asked cheerfully and grinned. "Especially if there are naked women on it." "Naked women?" Melicertes looked puzzled for a moment. "Oh, yes, on our program." "Then, by all means, let us have a look at this baseship, if for nothing else than to reassure the Lieutenant that there are no unclothed women in dire need of his attention," Baltar said. "I'm sure it will also be edifying to those of us we have never seen the inside of one." Starbuck coughed, choking back a response. "Are you all right?" Karissa asked. "Fine, fine." Starbuck waved a hand. "Just a little something stuck in my throat. Perhaps you would like to help me.er.clear it?" He gave her his most winning, boyish look. "Perhaps later," Karissa said, a sparkle in her eyes. "This way, gentlemen," Melicertes said. As he and Karissa joined the others, Starbuck gave "Issakar" a pointed look while resting his hand on his laser pistol. Baltar's eyes widened slightly assuming a wounded expression until he smiled, his slightly mischievous amusement back. . [While waiting for the next exciting chapter in the VS (Will Pelias avenge his uncle? Will Starbuck get his...man...alien...uh...whatever it is at the moment? Will we find out about this Junius?), more silliness...] Chapter 9 Shut up! I am the author. You are the audience. I outrank you! - Franz Liebkind They had been on patrol for centars and still nothing. Sheba sighed. No lights. No _Pegasus_. She knew it was nothing more than a suspicion, but still Count Iblis's words haunted her. She would see her father again, that was what he had said. Of course, he hadn't said when or how. Surely Apollo wasn't holding that against her. She had been wrong about Iblis, but she knew that now. She thought they had reached an understanding regarding that. Was he mourning Serina? She winced remembering how her father had succumbed to grief. At times seemingly able to come to terms with his own loss and then suffering periods where he withdrew until Cassiopeia had entered his life. It suddenly dawned on her that she was now in Cassiopeia's place, trying to lend comfort and support to a man who had recently lost his wife. It all seemed ironic in a way. "Let's head back," Apollo's voice came over the comline. "All right," Sheba said, unable to keep her voice from cracking. "Is something wrong?" "No, what could be wrong?" she asked, trying to force some lightness into her reply. ---------- On the bridge of the _Galactica_, Athena had joined Rigel at her station and both were watching as Siress Tallaya continued her inspection of the male officers. She didn't know whether she should pity Omega or just enjoy watching him flustered. He and Tigh always seemed to be the most reliable and level-headed people on the bridge, particularly when things were in a state of chaos. It was actually reassuring that Omega could be unsettled at times. "What is the attraction of the bridge for female Councilors?" Rigel asked with a small giggle. "First Siress Tinia and now her." "Unattached male officers," Athena replied. "Do you think they are really interested in what all these systems do?" "No, and even better, the men can't run and hide while they're on duty." "I suspect they enjoy the attention. They know they can always pull an emergency drill if they need to." "Are you sure they're thinking clearly enough to realize that?" "That's why we're here." Athena smiled. "Recon patrol to _Galactica_." Apollo's voice came over the comline. "_Galactica_? Are you receiving me?" "Yes, Captain," Rigel said, hastily returning to the controls on her console. "Is there a problem?" Apollo asked as if he could sense something in Rigel's voice. "No, Captain. Just an unexpected inspection in progress," Rigel answered. Athena covered her mouth with one hand to stifle her laughter. No doubt her brother would be furious if he heard her. "Inspection?" Apollo sounded aggrieved. "By whom?" "The Council." Rigel kept her eyes on her screen, trying to keep her voice level. "Why is the Council inspecting the bridge?" "I've not been informed as to the reason, Captain. As I said, it was a surprise inspection." ---------- Melicertes led his guests through small passages between flimsy, temporary walls, until they reached an area that opened up into partial room surrounded by metallic silver walls and bright white lights. "I must say this is.an interesting interpretation of a Cylon baseship," Issakar said. "How did you decide on the décor?" "An extrapolation based on known facts," Melicertes answered proudly. "Such as the aesthetics displayed by the typical centurion. Silver armour, red visual scanner." "And that led to a bright red velvet recliner and wired curtains dripping water?" The Warrior called Starbuck sniggered. Irritation shot through Melicertes, particularly as he noticed Karissa smiling at Starbuck's remark. What did this common military man know about creating a work of art? "Who in the fleet knows what the inside of a baseship looks like?" Melicertes asked, sneering. "He does." The other Warrior, Boomer, pointed to Starbuck. "He's actually been inside one?" Startled, Melicertes stared at Starbuck who was grinning like the felis that ate the amber avian. "You have?" Karissa asked in awe. Melicertes could see Starbuck stand that much taller, enjoying her adoration. "Yep, had to waggle his wings to get back to _Galactica_ though," Boomer said. "Seems Starbuck lost the transponder with the code to get back." "At least we got back," Starbuck said. "How many people can say that?" "What was it like?" Karissa asked. "I didn't exactly have time to look around and take notes. I don't remember any red furniture though.um.why _does_ your baseship have red furniture? Do Cylons use furniture?" "It's for Seth, the human on board," Melicertes said sternly, trying to maintain some authority before her. "There's a human on board a baseship and he's not incarcerated? Did the Cylons hire him to do the interior decoration?" Starbuck asked, still grinning. "You haven't been following the program regularly, have you?" Melicertes said, between gritted teeth, not appreciating the Warrior's mockery of his work. "I'm a busy guy." Starbuck shrugged. "So, what do you - " Starbuck turned to where Sire Issakar had been standing. In the exchange, he had wandering off somewhere. With a sense of panic replacing his anger, Melicertes looked around to see the Council's Auditor studying a console within the mock-up of the baseship interior. Issakar was causally adjusting the controls on the console. "Sire Issakar, please don't," Melicertes said, hurrying over. "Oh, I must apologize," Issakar said, stepping away from the console. "I was just admiring the attention to detail that you have put into this, a piece of equipment that must hardly be visible in the background of your program." "We strive for an appearance of authenticity." "Very commendable on your part," Issakar said graciously, although something in his black eyes disturbed Melicertes. "Well, we try as best we can despite our limited supplies," Melicertes said as confidently as he could. "It's getting late and we've taken up so much of your valuable time," Issakar said sounding polite, yet unconcerned. "I believe we should leave you and your charming associate to your artistic endeavours." ---------- "You're nothing like that awful person on that IFB show," Siress Tallaya said to Colonel Tigh, having left Omega when Adama had requested his services. This meant that Tallaya had to satisfy her desires elsewhere and since Tigh had been available.. "I'm not," Tigh said severely before realizing it sounded impolite. "I mean, I hope I'm not." "You're much more handsome for one thing." She giggled. "Siress, you flatter me too much." "And from your reports and handling of bridge operations, you obviously are quite good at your job." "It would not be possibly without the work of the rest of the crew and others," Tigh said "Others?" Tallaya asked, with a pretty tilt to her head. "Yes, such as Corporal Komma who is in charge of our data systems." "You are all to be commended, particularly in light of our current circumstances." "Thank you." Tigh said and smiled. "It's gratifying to have someone on the Council recognize this." "Wouldn't it be nice to have the Council formally recognize this like they did in the old days." Tallaya pouted, then brightened. "Why couldn't we? It might provide a nice diversion to the fleet." . Athena hurried to the landing bay to meet the shuttle. She had finally been able to slip away when Siress Tallaya had left the bridge. There had been an audible sigh from the men when the Siress had departed. There had also been an answering outburst of laughter from the women. Athena wanted to escort Baltar back to their quarters, concerned that Baltar would feel a prisoner if Starbuck escorted him. As soon as the shuttle landed and the door opened, she trotted over to it. "How lovely to see you here," Baltar said and smiled as he saw her. "I wanted to know if things went all right," Athena said, feeling herself blush. She took his elbow and led him to one side. "Is that all?" Behind him, Starbuck groaned in the doorway of the shuttle. "I had the brave Lieutenant to keep an eye on me." Baltar gave Starbuck a quick glance. "Athena, how do you have a conversation with this guy?" Starbuck walked over to them sounding irritated. "Does he ever say anything that isn't twisted and contorted?" "Um.yes.." Athena turned to Baltar wondering if he had been brushing up on his politician's tricks. No answer was forthcoming as she saw he was occupied with the portable data system he carried, appearing unconcerned. "Hey, Starbuck, you have time for a drink?" Boomer asked, exiting the shuttle. "Sure.you go ahead. I'll meet you there. I just need to have a few words here." "About the naked women we didn't find?" Boomer grinned and walked past them on his way out of the landing bay. "Naked women?" Athena's eyes widened. Surely Baltar hadn't.. "Well.yeah.he said you asked about them." Starbuck pointed to Baltar. "What did you say to Starbuck?" Athena asked Baltar, wondering just how much he had revealed. "Only what I needed to," Baltar said innocently. Athena knew better, especially when he had that impish look in his eyes. "Oh, yeah, like leading me to believe there were women on the ship - " Starbuck said. "You found one, did you not?" Baltar cut in smoothly. "You actually found a naked woman?" Athena asked, curious despite herself. Sure, there had been seemingly naked women on the IFB's program, but she hadn't thought there was some truth to it. "She was clothed - " Starbuck started. "- for the moment. If we hadn't located you when we did, she might not have been clothed for much longer," Baltar said, almost singing. "Look, I told you. She was showing me her dialogue - " "What a discreet way to put it." "You know, _this_," Starbuck said, frustrated as he held up a handful of hardcopies. "Ah.a trophy of your latest conquest.." "Wait!" Athena ordered, holding up her hands. It was like being in the classroom. The two fell silent and looked at her. She turned to Baltar. "You, remember he's got a gun." At Starbuck's snicker, she turned on him. "You, have some sympathy. He's been caged up for a yahren. Remember when you were in the brig? He was just being.frisky." "What? Try annoying," Starbuck protested, exasperation in his blue eyes. "Starbuck.," Athena pleaded. "Well, if he wants to be - frisky - he can put it to better use." Starbuck flipped through the hardcopies and pulled out a dozen or so pages. "Karissa told me she is and the others are encouraged to improvise. Melicertes says it adds 'authenticity' to his program." He handed the pages to Athena. "She said Melicertes likes surprises. Why don't you and Sire Frisky here surprise him?" "Oh, I have no doubt Melicertes will be surprised in the near future," Baltar said cryptically. "I hope you know how fortunate you are in having Athena as your protector." "I assure you, Lieutenant, that I am well aware of it," Baltar said, looking down at Athena with that look of adoration she had first seen on Caprica. ---------- "I'm afraid I must speak to your father," Baltar said when he and Athena reached the privacy of their quarters. "Not the Council?" Athena asked. Baltar looked troubled, something he only allowed himself while in the privacy of her company. "It appears a member of the Council is involved." "Which one?" "That I am not sure of, except that is unlikely to be Adama." Baltar smiled. "I do not think your father would have the patience to deal with Sire Melicertes." "How serious is it?" Athena said worried. She and Baltar didn't need additional complications now. "How serious do you think a Cylon communications console within the fleet is?" "My father is going to be furious," Athena said. He'd tear the fleet apart to find out why and how something like that got on board a ship. "I expect he will," Baltar said. "The immediate problem is how to inform him without being in the path of his wrath." "Especially if you're the one who delivers the news to him." ---------- Starbuck found the table that Boomer and Cassiopeia were at and dropped into an empty seat. For some reason he felt exhausted, even more than after a skirmish with the Cylons. What was it with bureauticians? "Are Sire Issakar and Athena going to be joining us?" Boomer asked. "No, he said he has to work on his report to the Council," Starbuck answered, placing the hardcopies on the table. "And.uh.Athena is helping him." He hoped she was also telling him to not annoy people with his bureautician word games. "If he's doing a report, what do you have there?" Cassie asked. "The written dialogue for an upcoming program of _Warship Stellaria_." Starbuck smirked, looking satisfied with himself. "Have you signed on as a player?" Cassie asked, with a hint of amusement and tolerance. "Oh.I'm always a player." Starbuck grinned, his earlier irritation subsiding. "Yes, we know," Boomer said. "Sometimes we just don't know of what." "Let me get this straight." Starbuck shuffled through the pages. "There's a woman on the program who is supposed to be me." "Yes, her name is Sebekhes," Cassie answered, leaning over to take a look at the hardcopies. Boomer leaned back, drinking grog and watching the action. "She told me her name was Karissa," Starbuck said. Karissa had also wanted to know more about his adventures in the baseship, a real baseship, not some patched together representation. "In the show her role is called Sebekhes." "That's not even my name." Starbuck looked up, hopeful. Perhaps it wasn't as bad as he thought. "How can she be taken for me then?" "The name is in an old Aerian dialect," Cassie explained. "It means 'star-dichelon'." "Dichelon? What in Hades is that?" If he didn't know what it was, how would others know? "It's like an equinus, except smaller." "Well.how many people in the fleet understand old Aerian?" Starbuck said and shrugged, praying to Lords that no one, except that idiot Melicertes, did. "You're out of luck there." Cassie patted his hand sympathetically. "A few people who understand old Aerian translated the names and told others. It's quite a popular show on the IFB." "You've seen it?" Starbuck asked. Had everyone been following this IFB drama? "I think just about everyone in the fleet has seen it," Boomer said, rather sourly no doubt due to also having a Cylon counterpart in the program. Who on the _Galactica_ wasn't in this thing? "Are you in this?" Starbuck asked Cassie. "Apparently the program has enough sexual antics without needing my former services." "Even the Cylons are having sex." Boomer lifted his tankard. "With who?" Starbuck asked. The mental picture of a couple of Centurions attempting that act was beyond even his imagination, and he had a pretty good imagination for that sort of activity. "Each other, humans.." "The only human on that baseship is.uh.." Starbuck looked at Cassie. What had Baltar done on that baseship? "With that IL Cylon?" "No, Starbuck," Cassie said, guessing his thought and giggled. "Some of these Cylons look like humans." "Isn't it unfortunate that Baltar didn't get to see _Warship Stellaria_?" Boomer laughed. "He probably would have enjoyed it with all the women he or, rather, Seth gets." Starbuck exchanged another glance with Cassie. Did Athena know about this? "You're saying Baltar or.um.Seth.gets to remain a man _and_ romance the ladies?" Starbuck asked. "That's not right. He's the _bad_ guy. Everyone _knows_ he's the bad guy." "You know what they say about bad guys." Smiling, Cassie shrugged. "Seth has slept with half the women on that show.." She trailed off, her eyes sparkling. "Oh, no.you don't mean.." Starbuck couldn't help but notice that even Boomer was amused. He found himself disliking Melicertes more with each passing micron. "Yes, I'm afraid that Seth has even slept with Sebekhes," Boomer said and patted Starbuck's shoulder. "Frak, that is just not right." Starbuck covered his eyes with his hand, suddenly understanding why Baltar had been so.frisky. Looking down at the hardcopies, he reached into a jacker pocket and produced a stylus. Something had to be done to correct the situation, not only his, but others. "How much old Aerian do you know?" . Chapter 10 You know, a couple years of ago, this would have seemed really strange to me. - Rick O'Connell Regal in lilac gown and upswept dark hair, Siress Tinia gracefully came to rest standing next to Adama in the conference room. Around them, the other members of the Quorum of Twelve were settling into their seats or exchanging a few last words before the meeting began. "Any word on the Council's representative?" Tinia asked with an amused air. "I have not had a chance to speak with him as yet," Adama said. "Then I should give you warning that Sire Geller is unhappy with his actions." "And those were?" Adama almost groaned. A few councilors glanced in his direction, wondering at Adama's tone. "I have no idea, but I'm sure we'll be informed in a matter of microns." Tinia smiled before leaving him and taking her seat. Resigned to the inevitable, Adama sat at the head of the table. "Shall we begin?" "Commander Adama, I have received complaints regarding this Auditor," Geller said, without hesitation. Ever the silver-haired, elegant bureautician, he took control confidently before anyone else had the chance. "Oh? Should I assume then that he is performing his duties adequately?" Adama asked, appearing unconcerned. Tinia allowed a gentle laugh to escape her lips, earning her a quick look of disapproval from Geller just as she intended. "He has been disrupting operations on the Comp-tel ship." Geller stood retaking the focus of attention. "Lieutenant Starbuck has been distracting ship personnel." "Sire Geller, I did not realize that Starbuck was the Council's Auditor." A picture of innocence, Adama looked at Geller. Siress Tinia could see the gleam in Adama's eyes that indicated he was rather pleased with what he was hearing. "Of course, he isn't.but this Issakar has allowed Starbuck to run loose." "Starbuck is not under Sire Issakar's command. The Lieutenant was assigned to pilot the necessary shuttle and to ensure our Auditor's safety while he was engaged in the duties as directed by the Council." Adama gestured with one hand to take in the entire Council. "Then, perhaps, the question should be, why is Starbuck neglecting his duties?" Geller asked haughtily. "Is he?" Tinia suggested. "Isn't it possible that Lieutenant Starbuck was fulfilling his duties by personally surveying the ship's surroundings and crew? It seems to be a quite reasonable thing for a Warrior to do." "It is routine procedure for our Warriors to patrol their surroundings for possible threats," Adama agreed calmly. "Within the fleet itself?" Geller asked, his exasperation evident. "If necessary," Adama said. "There have been prior incidents which could have been avoided had our Warriors been allowed to perform their duties even within the fleet." "I can verify at least one such incident," Tinia said with a faint smile. She exchanged a brief glance with Adama. When Geller realized he was not going to receive any support even from his allies, he abruptly sat, a scowl on his face. "Sire Geller, I will speak, of course, with Lieutenant Starbuck to assess the situation. If he has been negligent in his duties then as his commander, I will correct the situation. Now is there any other business the Council would like to address?" ---------- Boomer was monitoring his Viper's scanners when Apollo's voice came over the comline. Now what did Apollo want? Apollo had been distracted after some incident in the Life Station but Boomer had little idea what it was since no one was talking. Starbuck made his usual joke about how he never noticed what was going on in the Life Station since his attention was all on Cassie. Cassie claimed patient privacy. Athena just blushed and made some excuse to make a quick exit. Unfortunately out on patrol, Boomer had no other option but to listen to Apollo. "Yeah, what is it?" Boomer asked. "Um.the other day when you and Starbuck went over to the Comp-tel ship, did you notice anything odd about this Issakar?" "Other than he looks a lot like Baltar?" "In addition to that." Boomer thought back to the trip with Starbuck and Sire Issakar. The Council's Auditor had been unpretentious with a calm self-awareness to his actions and words, and had seemed to be competent in his duties. He certainly had not displayed the shattered, fractured nature of Baltar who had veered wildly from maniacally triumphant to utter despair and back again within microns. "That he seems remarkably well-balanced considering his brother was a total whackjob," Boomer said. "Brother?" Apollo's gloomy voice came across the comline. Boomer guessed he hadn't given Apollo the answer he was searching for. "Starbuck told me Issakar is Baltar's brother. That must have been some childhood." "You didn't think anything was unusual?" "There's a lot of unusual stuff I encounter when I'm with either you or Starbuck." Boomer laughed. "I don't know what it is about you two; trouble is attracted to you." "I don't go looking for it." "Well, Starbuck certainly does." "What did he do now?" There was resignation, as well as apprehension, in Apollo's voice. "He went looking for - and I quote - 'naked women on a baseship'." "Where did he get that idea?" "I was hoping you could tell me," Boomer answered jauntily. "Apparently he got the idea from your sister." "Athena?" "That's the one.unless you have another sister I'm not aware of." "I can't tell you anything about that.." Apollo's voice trailed off in confusion. "Now that does remind me of something unusual about Issakar. It seems he and your sister are quite an item." "I suppose you could say that," Apollo said weakly. "Starbuck referred to Athena as Issakar's wife. I don't remember you ever mentioning a brother-in-law." Boomer reflected on Apollo's lack of enthusiasm for Athena's husband, if indeed he was her husband. "I didn't know.." "Your sister got married and didn't invite you to the wedding?" Boomer persisted, feeling just a bit guilty hassling Apollo, but not enough to stop. Apollo had done the same to him in the past. "There wasn't a formal ceremony. My father didn't even know - " Apollo's voice broke off so abruptly that Boomer checked his equipment. There was no indication that it had malfunctioned. "I would guess then that they ran off to Hieros Gamos but that's quite a distance behind us," Boomer said lightly, referring to the city on Gemoni which had been notorious throughout the Colonies for hasty weddings. "They did it before the Destruction." Apollo's morose voice came over the comline. "They went to the Caprica City civic offices and signed the contract." "If it has been that long, why hasn't anyone said anything?" Boomer asked, although he could readily understand Athena's reluctance. By the virtue of that relationship, she would be the sister-in-law of a traitor. Not information that anyone would volunteer in the fleet. Not volunteer and expect to live peacefully, or to even live. There were any number people with pent-up frustration and who thought vengeance was the only option, and now lacking the number one target would gladly take any substitute available. "We.uh.thought he had been killed in the Destruction." "I thought you just said you didn't even know Athena was married." "I didn't," Apollo insisted. "And you're asking me if I find anything odd about him?" "Commander, if I may?" Siress Tallaya held up a hand. "Of course, that is why we are here," Adama said. "It has been some time since the fleet has been in a state of emergency." "That could change without warning." There was an undertone of disapproval in Adama's voice, a barely concealed growl. "I understand that, Commander." Tallaya smiled sweetly. "We have no reason to question your judgment in that matter, or, at least, I don't." She shrugged and gave a quick nod in Sire Domra's direction. "I learned quite a few things when you kindly allowed me onto the bridge and to speak to those serving there." "Yes, that was a memorable occasion. Colonel Tigh hasn't been able to stop talking about it." "Really?" Tallaya's face lit up and she seemed to sit up taller. "Perhaps I could make another visit." "I'm sure Tigh and the others would be honoured." Adama smiled. "Would it bother this august gathering to attend to more important matters than just idle chit-chat?" Sire Scaphio asked in a cold voice. "There was something you wanted to say?" Tinia encouraged Tallaya. "I wanted to say that the Colonies' Reunification Day is near," Tallaya continued in a subdued, wistful tone. "A day that the traditionally marked the beginning of a Council session and to commemorate when the Colonies emerged from yahrens of separation to become one people again. Despite our situation, I think we should make this day an occasion for the fleet to remind ourselves of our traditions and our connections with each other." For several centons there was silence in the room as each councilor reflected on the past and what they had lost. "And in doing so continue our traditions into the future," Tinia said softly. "Yes, yes, no matter how bad the war with the Cylons was, we tried to maintain our cultural institutions." Sire Anshar nodded. "To remember what we had achieved other than mere survival." "I think that would be a splendid idea," Geller said. "You do?" Tallaya seemed surprised that he, of all people, would agree to something that she put forth. "Yes, my dear, the Lords know that the fleet could use a bit of diversion." "Where could we hold such a commemoration? There's no ship that would hold more than a fraction of the fleet's population," Adama said. "Commander, you surprise me. The fleet has a means of bringing its people together. Have you forgotten the IFB?" ---------- Melicertes cursed inwardly. Here he was trying to get the next episode of his creation to become a reality and Starbuck was back. Granted, without that horrible Issakar, but still a nuisance all the same. "Sire Melicertes, I have a terrific idea for you," Starbuck said cheerfully. "And that is?" "A comedy. This _Warship Stellaria_ is so dreary. People could use a laugh." "A failing on their part," Melicertes said icily. "No, you just got to give them what they want." Starbuck persisted. "What do they want?" "_The Necromancer and the Conman_." Starbuck smiled and waved his fumarello. "See, there's this conman.I have the perfect man in mind for the part." ---------- There was no more avoiding it. The "night" rest period had passed although neither had gotten much sleep worried about Adama's reaction and the Council meeting was over. Athena felt like an executioner leader her victim to the chopping block. "You really don't need to look after me," Baltar said as they reached the door to Adama's quarters. 'Yes, I do." She winced as she heard the shrillness in her own voice. "You think you're father won't be able to restrain himself?" Baltar smiled. He looked just a little too gleeful or was that near panic that Athena saw in his eyes? "How many times has my father tried to strangle you?" Athena hit the entry chime. "Hmmm.." Baltar considered the thought as the door slid open. When he didn't move, she pushed him with the flat of her hand against his back. With a slight, theatrical stumble, he walked into Adama's quarters, Athena close behind. "And what do I owe this visit to?" Adama asked, standing from his seat behind the desk. "His job. The one the Council gave him." Athena said. "Why aren't you submitting this to the Council?" Adama regarded Baltar suspiciously. "It's quite likely a member of the Council is doing something you would not like," Baltar said, slipping into his politician's demeanour with his old adversary. "That could describe any one of them. Would it be possible to narrow it down?" "You could ask which one of them had the means to bring a Cylon communications console into the fleet." There was an aghast silence as Athena watched Adama and Baltar glare at each other. She saw the rage build in her father's eyes. "What are you up to?" Adama hissed. "Nothing other than what you and the Council asked me to do." Baltar shot back. "And you just happened to find a Cylon communications console." "It's not mine; I only found it. Aren't you somewhat appreciative I brought it to your attention?" Athena saw Baltar relax somewhat. If her father hadn't tried to throttle Baltar by now, it was unlikely he would. "Somehow it got into this fleet and I want to know how it did," Adama snapped "Don't look at me. You got the Raider I came on and, beyond that, I've spent my time either locked up, in the Life Station, or with Athena." He gave her a quick glance and nervous smile. "In other words, under close observation by someone." "There was the incident with the Eastern Alliance - " "Adama!" Baltar yelped, interrupting him. "I didn't have time to smuggle something into the fleet even if I wanted to." "It could have been a diversion." Adama dropped into his seat behind his desk. "Will you look beyond me?" Baltar waved an arm, nearly hitting Athena still at his side. "I didn't bring it. Someone else did. Melicertes is too preoccupied with his little production to have done it, but he mentioned a member of the Council of Twelve was somehow involved. Who else hates you in this fleet?" "Why would - " "Adama, if you infuriated me during Council meetings, I'm sure you've made other Councilors wish they could strangle you." "Why would any of them jeopardize the fleet?" "What? Am I hearing this correctly?" Baltar asked in mock surprise. He looked at Athena. "Did you just hear what I heard?" "What did you hear?" Athena asked, unsure of just what he meant. "You father doesn't think a Councilor would be involved in such a - how shall I put this - treasonous matter. Isn't that amusing?" There was a glitter in his dark eyes that was so intense, Athena took his hands afraid that he might be the one to lose control. "You know I believe you," she said softly. After a moment, the tenseness in his hands faded and he exhaled. "And I thank the Lords for that." "We've been through that," Adama said, his tone even. "I could hardly ignore the fact you were on a baseship." "But you can ignore a Cylon communications console on board the Comp-tel ship?" Baltar laughed. "I'm not ignoring it," Adama said with a grim smile. "I'm - we're - going to find out how it got here."