Battlestar Farscape

By Mackon

Chapter 9

I do not own Farscape or Battlestar Galactica writing for fun and to entertain not for profit.

All power to Wikipedia and the Battlestar Galactica:Technical Manual for a lot of the Technical detail.

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Suite 1901, Cloud Nine, Luxury liner.

D'Anna Biers looked at her guest. She had met the Doctor several times since he had become vice President and before when he'd been a well known and celebrated scientist. He had always struck the reporter as a bit twitchy. But she didn't think she had ever seen the man this nervous.

"What can I do for you Mr. Vice-President, you didn't go into many details on the wireless." She asked.

"I." Gaius said and stopped, not really knowing what he was going to say. It hadn't been his idea to come here. Suddenly he was standing in his old house back on Caprica. Baltar spun around, trying to spot his blonde nemesis. But she was nowhere to be seen.

"Hello." Gaius called.

There was no answer. He looked out over the breathtaking view. It had taken millions of cubits and a lot of favours for him to get this house. He had come to loath it, it was a lie, and he knew that the house in reality had been destroyed. This magnificent place was now a radioactive wasteland.

"Hello! Where are you, we don't have time for this!"

Back in D'Anna Biers' rooms, Baltar's body slumped back in his chair.

"Three, it's Six, the neurochip worked, I have been online since the Liberation." Baltar's voice sounded odd, a little quiet and high-pitched.

"That's certainly interesting Mr. Vice-President but you didn't answer my question." D'Anna said frowning slightly.

"We have no time for your games Three. There was one of us on Galactica, a member of a series I hadn't met before. He was there as Captain Luten Cavil, the Galactica's Priest. He's dead now and they know what he was! They tested him, with a hand held machine of some kind; I heard them say it was new. Three' it ripped him to pieces and when he died I didn't feel a proper surge. Whatever was reincarnated, I don't think all of him made it." Baltar's body remained slumped and expressionless throughout the whole impassioned speech.

D'Anna had known of the Sixes plan to plant the experimental neurochip in Baltar. Her fellow Number Threes had argued against it simply because of the improbability of Baltar surviving the Liberation. When she had found out he was with the Galactica Fleet she had wondered if the chip had worked. But when he didn't contact her she'd assumed that for whatever reason it was never implanted or that it hadn't worked.

"How much control do you have over Baltar?" Leaving the question of the death of the Number Two aside for now. She had felt the strangely broken surge of a human form Cylon dying the day before and had wondered at it. D'Anna was also familiar with the series of that had supplied Galactica's Priest of course and knew that a normal Six would have recognised a Two. She found it very interesting that the Sixes in charge of the neurochip project had seen fit to edit that information out of their implanted agent's memories, but had left its knowledge of her own model intact.

"Not a lot, I can disjoint him from reality by closing him in the link between his brain and I. But not for long, I can't hold enough of a charge to interrupt his neural pathways for longer than ten minutes at a time. And I have very limited motor control. After I do this, I will have to rest for at least a day. I won't even be able to make him see Six's image." The neuro-chip that was controlling Baltar reported.

The two looked at each other for a second, both realising what that meant. D'Anna rose quickly from her chair and took something out of her desk draw. When she returned to her seat, she held a small handgun.

"What do you know about the new test device?" She asked. Neither of the two agents as much as glanced at the gun.

"Gaius was told it works on principles observed in the radiation of the gas giant, Ragnar. But they needed him to run some blood tests through his Cylon detector urgently. He never got the chance to examine the device. I believe those tests were for the first contact with the new fleet. A young male of Tauron decent who was never exposed to large doses of radiation."

"Do you know anything about these other humans?"

"Not a lot, the leader's name is John Crichton, he is the Commander of a Battlestar maybe named the Hades. He was aboard the Battlecruiser that just joined the Fleet; there is also a Frigate that has docked on the Galactica, the Xiphos. There are at least some civilian ships associated with him and he has agreed to follow Adama and Roslin's lead."

D'Anna found it easy to fall back into her roll as an investigative reporter. Asking questions, probing the answers she was given. Looking for any angle that could lead to a course of action, or a new direction to ask questions. It was all in all one of the most productive interviews she had ever taken. The neuro-chip Six didn't know much about the current situation, but Baltar had been part of the humans' inner circle since the Liberation. The implanted agent's insight into the inner workings of the Fleet leaderships and the minds of its leaders was profound.

Twelve minutes after Vice-President Baltar had been shown into D'Anna Biers home/office. Bell, D'Anna's cameraman heard a gun shot ring out. The journalist's co-worker ran from the suite's main room, where he had been working in the makeshift Editing Lab they had built.

Bell burst into D'Anna's private office a gun appearing in his own hand as he surveyed the room.

"Frak, D'Anna this is going to take some fixing"

"Couldn't be helped Bell, the man was mad. He attacked me." D'Anna answered looking at the Vice-President's body. Bell joined her.

"Didn't expect you to have a gun, huh. I'm glad you finally took my advice and started carrying it. Look at the surprise on his face."

Cylon Occupied Caprica.

Gaius screamed and fell to the ground; Natasi stared in amazement at her disembodied lover. They were in a park that the Cylons were rebuilding. All around them drone Centurions were replanting trees and repairing art works and pavement damaged in the battle. Caprica Six looked around nervously. Some one always seemed to be watching her, some she suspected they were after evidence to get her Boxed, others just wanted to bask in the presence of the 'Great Hero of the Liberation' but she was rarely alone.

Caprica knelt down, pretending to look at some flowers growing beside the path.

"Gaius what's wrong." She asked quietly. How could something be wrong with the neuroclone? She carried him in her mind, and she felt fine.

Baltar's body went through one more painful looking spasm, then he took a deep shuddering breath and relaxed.

"I just died."

"What!" Caprica looked around herself fearfully, but no one seemed to have heard her outburst.

"You just died? How could you just have died, your look fine." She asked in a whisper.

"Not me, me. The me on the Galactica. I think he just died, was shot actually." Baltar said as he climbed unsteadily to his feet.

"Are you all right?" Caprica asked with concern, she knew exactly how disturbing the rebirth process could be with a normal Biocylon. She had no idea how it would work or how much of an impact it could be with an entity like Gaius.

"Yes it was just a shock, his mind was very chaotic. Natasi I think it's time we started planning that trip to my old house. I'm going to need a new body, I just hope my safe survived, I don't remember leaving many correctly stored DNA samples laying around."

CIC, Battlestar Galactica.

Tension was high in the Battlestar's Combat Information Centre. Every few seconds someone's eye would drift from their post to study the overhead DRADIS display, before they caught themselves and wrenched their attention back to monitoring the Gaactica's systems. Admiral William Adama and Colonel Saul Tigh made no effort to hide their rapt attention. They both studied the display as the 14-ships the Battlestar Galactica shepherded. Led by the Battlecruiser Helios as the small fleet made its painfully slow run from a Cylon Basestar. Held to the top speed of their slowest member the Space Park, a ship that even in its heyday had never been noted for its speed.

So far they had been running for nearly twenty minutes, while the Basestar had remained in position; seemingly unaware of the nearly 18,000 humans desperately fleeing its reach.

"Contact!" Tactical Officer Lt. Felix Gaeta called out from his position at the Tactical Station "Multiply contacts, 20 plus Scimitar class raiders along with several shuttles."

In space flashes of white light cleared and a mixed squadron of Scimitar class raiders and Heavy Raiders appeared close to were the human Fleet had been when they first sighted the Basestar. The raiders instantly orientated on the fleeing ships, forming up around the Heavy Raiders. The Cylon attack group accelerated in pursuit; the hunters quickly began to close the distance.

"They will enter firing range in six minutes." Tigh called watching the range drop.

Gaeta was studying the readout on the Tactical Station's display. "Sir the enemy ships are altering trajectory, they are not directly following the fleets course. It looks like they manoeuvring so they will flank us, aiming to overtake on the port side while staying out of weapons range."

"What the Frak are they doing, they were already heading for our weakest arc. If they attack from anywhere else, they have to come through our broadside." Tigh asked after a quick glance at the changes Gaeta had reported.

"Unless Galactica is not the target." Adama said turning to Dualla "Get me the Helios on the line."

"Aye Sir." P.O. Second Anastasia Dualla answered. Before she could begin a call came through her communication board. "Sir, it's Commander Crichton, he asking to speak to you."

The Admiral accepted the handset Dee held out. "Adama here."

"Hey Admiral, it looks like the Cylons are after my pretty new toys. I hope you have everything under guard. Aeryn will skin me alive if I let the bad guys have anything before I can outfit the Medusa." Crichton's strangely accented voice said.

"Commander Crichton, the Galactica's security is well in hand. What makes you think the Cylons are after you. They could be setting up to make a run on the civilian ships." Adama asked. More than a bit put off by Crichton jocular tone.

"Well they could be. But if they wanted to destroy those ships I'm sure they could've messed up something vital when they were tinkering with the Jump drives. Any-who, I'm taking the Helios off for a little spin, we can see if they follow." Crichton said.

"Crichton I don't think that would be wise, you would be uncovering the civilians." Adama argued.

"We couldn't hold a perimeter anyway. Not with that Basestar hanging back, they could drop another force on us any-time they like. If we are lucky the Helios is today's target. Look' Admiral, we either play this game their way, and win anyway. Or we force them into a full scale assault, which we have no chance at." Crichton answered. Adama could hear orders being given in the background, to bring the Battlecruiser around.

"Crichton! Keep the Helios in position." Adama ordered.

"Sir, the Helios is turning toward the Cylon force and accelerating." Lieutenant Gaeta reported, "It's launching its Vipers, they're heading back to the Fleet."

"Crichton! Turn back immediately. That is a direct order." Adama bellowed.

"Sorry Admiral, we seem to be experiencing some communication difficulties. I will get back to you later." Crichton drawled "Helios out."

"Sir, the Vipers from the Helios are forming up around the civilian ships. The Helios is accelerating, on a course that will miss the Cylons by 10,000 kilometres astern." Gaeta watched his screens "The Cylons are compensating, they're moving to intercept the Helios."

Holding Cell, Battlecruiser Helios

Sharon Valerii jerked in surprise. Startled by a loud clatter and what sounded like a curse, but not in any language she had ever heard, down the hall from her cell. Her guard snapped to attention as Commander Crichton stepped into view, his arms full of equipment, which he was barely keeping hold of. As the bemused Raptor pilot watched a piece, a marine's armoured shoulder guard it looked like, started to slide off the top of the pile only to be pinned in place when the Commander caught it under his chin.

"At ease Corporal. Open the cell, then report to your Action Station." Commander Crichton ordered.

'Boomer' watched as Commander Crichton manoeuvred his way through the door, nearly losing another piece of equipment, before he managed to get in and dump his armload on the bunk.

"What?" Sharon started to ask.

"Don't just stand there girl, get suited up. We're hunting Wrabbits!"

"Wrabbits?" Sharon replied in confusion.

"That's the ticket, rascally wabbits! We'll get'em," Crichton started putting the jumbled pile into some sort of order, or at least that's what Sharon thought he was doing.

"Sir? I don't understand." Sharon could see that Crichton despite his tone was actually deadly serious and it was freaking her out a little.

The man stopped sorting the bits of armour strewn on the cot and sighed. "Sorry Sharon, I'm getting a bit hyped, makes me a little gabby, I'm the same before every big game."

"Sir? What?" Now totally confused Boomer was reduced to a half confused half angry questioning frown.

"Ok." John clapped his hands together, startlingly loud in the confined space of the brig. "Here's the plan! In half an hour or so, maybe an hour, depending on how they work it and how long the civilians take getting their FTL up to snuff and how the space battle goes I suppose it could be longer hnm anyway that's not the important part! The important part is that sometime soon I expect a lot of very motivated Centurions to make a determined effort to kill us all and then to steal this nifty ship of mine. But me and the gang." Crichton waved vaguely towards the door and Sharon was shocked to see that there were now several people standing just past the bars, all armed and all wearing armour like the set Crichton had brought in. Right in front near the door was a woman and Sharon accidently looked her in the eyes. Right then Boomer realised that she was a possible enemy agent and she was within arm length of a VIP and that if she made the wrong move ...

Crichton was still talking. "Me and the gang are going to make sure that those rascally Centurions don't fulfil their desires and I was wondering if you would like to come along and join in the fun?"

Sharon pulled her eyes away from the stranger at the door and looked at Crichton for a long moment, thinking about the last weeks and months.

"Yes, yes I think that's something I want to do."

Destroyer Griffin. Matock, Redline System

Captain Jody Yates squeezed past a crewman on her way into her Destroyers CIC. It was a big room for the tightly packed ship. 20 feet by 30 feet, but it had been cramped when all it had to hold was her original staff and her ships original equipment. Now with the dozen extra bodies crammed into every available empty space all trying to run not only the Griffin and coordinate squadron but also the 14 over-crowded civilian ships that had become their responsibility, and all the extra gear they had crammed in to do it with it was down right claustrophobic. It didn't help that they had, had to rip out the computer networks and the crew was forced to run back and forth between stations carrying paper notes and data cartridges. Like something out of a historical drama.

"Any word on the Trident, Tony." The Griffin's Captain asked as she finally made it to the command podium.

"The new environmental scrubbers are in place, but the engineers are having a hades of a time trying to get the computers to talk to them." Major Tony Breech the Griffin's XO answered. The Trident was a Heavy Cruiser that had managed to join the nine surviving members of Jody's Destroyer Squadron. The ship was a wreck, an old obsolete model that had been replaced by the far superior Battlecruiser design years before the holocaust but hadn't yet been phased out, the Trident may have been the last of her design in service when the attack came. The Trident had taken a terrible beating in defence of its doomed Battlestar during the Cylon's assault and Captain Yates had at first planned to scrap it, after they had rescued the 97 survivors that was all that was left of the thousand strong crew.

The Squadron didn't have the resources to repair the ship, nor did the 12 civilian ships help much. Being mostly passenger or cargo haulers along with the one family owned salvage ship, a decommissioned Fleet tender. The one ship that had anything like what they needed was the rescue ship Demeter and all the workshops aboard that ship boasted had since they joined the fleet had been hard pressed to repair the relatively light damage on the destroyers. But they needed the Trident. A Scylla class Destroyer like the Griffin or her sister ships was not designed for long-range missions or for running a fleet. They were support ships, designed to work closely with the capital ships of their Battlestar Group.

When the Holocaust began BSG 37 had been returning from a deep space training mission, they'd run straight into the Cylon ambush. The only reason the Destroyer squadron had survived was their lack of ammunition. Having used up all most all of their supplies in the training exercise. Admiral Heiad had ordered them to fall back, and Jody had watched in horror as the Battlestar Melcan, Admiral Heiad's flagship, and its sister ship the Battlestar Durus, along with the Battle-cruisers Tray, Kleio, Euterpe and Perius had charged into battle above Sagittaron. Only to die in minutes as their own computers had turned against them.

Since then they had been skirting Colonial space, jumping between Redline systems. Making what repairs they could and running at the first sight of the Cylons. That last, Captain Yates believed, was killing her crews. Destroyers were built with only one function in mind and the crews were picked accordingly. Her people were aggressive and offensive minded by birth and by training. The constant running was a massive blow to what little morale they had left. The only effective military ship in the fleet was the Griffin, which had something approaching a real combat load of ordinance from emptying the ammunition lockers of the rest of the squadron. And the Serenity, a hybrid cargo hauler and passenger ship that had found itself in the middle of one of the most horrendous battlefields of the Holocaust.

The Serenity had jumped away from Caprica, seconds ahead of Cylon missiles. Then, as most of the other civilian ships had. Captain Reynolds had tried to find refuge in the other Colonial home systems, only to find them under attack as well. Serenity's Captain an ex CDF, Master Chief Petty Officer had thought his crew would have a better chance at Lesa. A major Colonial Defence Force supply depot, with three huge Anchorage's moored around a lifeless rock in deep space. Thinking that the Fleet would make a stand there and he could link up with other survivors, what he had found was the wreckage of eight Battlestar Groups. The Anchorage's reduced to rubble and thousands of Vipers drifting in space their electronics dead and their pilots slowly suffocating. Serenity's crew had saved hundreds and watched thousands more die one of a spacer's worst nightmares.

Now two of the three, huge cargo holds had been converted to flight decks. A clumsy arrangement with no catapults or airlock lifts as yet, but they allowed Vipers to launch and fly CAP. And the 4757-feet long Firebird class seemed to grow a new gun emplacement, built from salvaged Viper canons and missiles, every time Judy saw it.

But the Serenity was no more set up to run a Fleet, than the Griffin was, and Captain Yates suspected that the Serenity's crew would object, loudly, to her moving her Flag to the ship. That left the battered Crete class heavy cruiser as her only hope of sustaining the fleet. Even if it was taking desperately needed resources from everywhere else to repair the ship. The Trident, unlike any other ship she had access to was designed for long-term deployment. If they hadn't been able to get the food processors working, they would all have starved a month after the Holocaust. The same with the water purification system and although old, the ships DRADIS and computers were designed to coordinate a task force.

"How long before the engineers, expect The Trident will be ready for use." Captain Yates asked her XO.

"They're hoping to have life support up and running by the end of the day. But its still a least a week away from being a working ship again" Major Breech answered.

"DRADIS Contact." The ops officer shouted.

"Action Stations, Action Stations set condition one through out the Fleet." Tony Breech called into his wireless phone set.

"All ships are to jump to Evac. Two immediately. Order Serenity to land her CAP, bring Griffin into position between the contact and the rest of our ships." Captain Judy Yates ordered at nearly the same time.

CIC, Battlestar Galactica.

"The Cylon strike force is moving in for it's attack." Lt. Gaeta said, all eyes' in the Galactica's CIC turned to watch the DRADIS display.

In space. The first wave of Raiders barrelled in with no attempt at subtlety. Launching a wave of missiles they dived for the Helios. Rail-guns firing as they closed in on their target.

It was a massacre, the ten raiders few straight into a blinding storm of missiles, point defence rail-gun fire and the Battlecruiser's main gun-turrets shotgun like anti-fighter rounds. But the Cylons had come close enough to launch their missiles at a deadly range. The Battlecruiser's point defence gun's swivelled to target the incoming missiles, easily destroying all forty. But turning away from the next wave of ten raiders. Again the suicidal machines died in seconds, but their sacrifice had allowed the six Heavy Raiders to penetrate Helios's perimeter.

The Heavy Raider's jinked and swerved madly as they made the last lunging dash under the Battlecruiser's guns, running their engines to overload. Two were cut to pieces by the point defence. The explosion crippling a third, which spun off course, back into range of the Colonial ships weapons and was quickly destroyed. But the final three Heavy Raiders survived, plummeting to smash onto Helios's armoured hull in a crash that would have killed anything organic.

The flash of an FTL event washed over the scene, as the giant black form of the Cylon Basestar jumped in. Launching swarms of raiders at the Galactica's group. The Cylon ship manoeuvred to place itself between the Battlestar and the Battlecruiser cutting them both off from support.

Ward room, Battlecruiser Helios

"Sir, the Basestar has jumped in. It's positioning itself between the Helios and the Galactica. We are moving away at flank speed " Captain Siam's voice came over the intercom.

"Alright Bas, spin up our FTL drives. Inform the Galactica that we won't be joining them, when they meet up with the rest of the fleet. We'll be incommunicado until we have sorted our unwanted passengers out. Jump as soon as the Galactica's clear." Crichton replied.

"Aye Sir. Commander, the civilian ships are starting to jump." Captain Siam reported.

"Good to know, give me all hands Captain." Crichton ordered.

"This is Commander Crichton, listen up! Helios has been boarded; we have Centurions on the hull. I want everyone suited up and armed, you had all better be already! Because I doubt you'll have time now. They are going to come through the walls and we are going to lose air, at the first sign of trouble pull back. Let the marines do their jobs, defend yourselves and you crewmates, but your job is to get out, not kill Cylons. Report any contact as soon as possible. Crichton out." Crichton put the wireless receiver back in its cradle, on the wall and turned to 'Boomer'.

"Ok Sharon I know I made a bit of a production out of this. But you don't have to come, if you don't feel up to it. This isn't a test." John told her.

Sharon Valerii looked down at the strange rifle Commander Crichton had handed her. It was longer than the Marine general issue carbines she had been trained with during the mandatory small arms familiarization. It did have the recognizable pieces. But they all looked slightly different and Crichton had named some of them differently than the instructor at the academy. Instead of a magazine it had a charge cartridge, instead of a chamber it had a focusing cell and instead of the two bits of metal you lined up for sights. It had a computer assist holo-scope.

"Sir this is something I want to do." Sharon looked up at Crichton. " I want to be Lieutenant Valerii. A Soldier in the CDF but I'm not. That was something they made up. But I am still me. Still Sharon, Still 'Boomer' and if that wasn't exactly who I thought it was. Well I still have my loyalties and my duties and I know which side I'm on! And I really want to kill some Cylons, Sir!" It was a bit awkward snapping to attention in the heavy armour Commander Crichton had insisted she put on, but Sharon managed.

Outside on the hull of the Battlecruiser, the six Centurion drones that had survived the crash of their Heavy Raider scrambled toward an air lock. Moving on all fours, looking like giant silver cockroaches, they made good time. They hardly slowed when they reached their goal. The first two to arrive slammed their claw like hands into the near invisible seams running around the airtight, armoured hatch and ripped it from the side of the ship.

"The Airlock 9 on deck 15 port forward has been breached, all personnel clear deck 15 port forward repeat. All personnel clear deck 15 port forward."

'Boomer' jogged along behind Private Seran, while Commander Crichton easily kept pace with her. Another Marine; Private Price brought up the rear. The brightly lite corridors of the Helios were empty of crew; the four of them were heading for a Marine barricade being set up between airlock 9 and CIC.

Private Seran held up her fist and the group came to a stop. Sharon could hear, even through her environmental suit and armour the steady chop of metal feet on the deck. They sounded like they were coming closer.

"I guess they're not going to CIC. I wonder what there after?" Crichton said.

"I don't care Sir! Fall back! There is no cover here." Private Price ordered.

They ran back too a Y section of corridor; they had just passed and took cover. 'Boomer' ducked into a hatchway and set her rifle aiming toward the oncoming heavy footsteps.

"Fall Auto people they're as fast as all Frak, fire as soon as you see silver." Private Seran called out.

Sharon made sure her rifle was set correctly, only glancing away from the corridor for a split second, but when she looked back up she could see the towering form of a Centurion. Even with her distraction Sharon was the first to open fire. She nearly dropped her gun, when instead of bullets, bright sparks of red energy exploded out the barrel. She held on and walked her fire, quickly joined by the rest of her group, over the three silver robots. The Centurions stood calmly under the fire their arms going through the smooth transition from claw to gun. But the pulse blasts were doing massive damage to the armoured machines. One shot hit a Centurion straight in its eye like scanner, blowing its head clean off, Another Centurion lost both its arms just as its guns became operational. The last Centurion's chest was riddled with fist-sized holes and was starting to burn, before it could get its guns aimed. It slowly slumped to the deck still taking fire.

The armless Cylon drone stood there for a second, as the four defenders concentrated their fire on still whole, though obviously failing Centurion. Before even 'Boomer' could bring her rifle around, it staggered forward, jerking violently. Sharon could hear machine guns firing from behind the Centurion.

As the Cylon fell, its back shredded. All eyes followed it; it was then that two more Centurions, that had just destroyed their companion, rushed into the hall. Their claws already set as guns; they opened fire as soon as they came into sight, spraying rounds down each branch of the Y junction.

'Boomer' jerked back, as the walls around her hatchway erupted. Impacts from the Cylon rounds showing her in sparks.

"All hands brace for Jump Emergency Jump Now!" The P.A. blared.

Sharon tried to risk catch a glance, but had to flinch back, as the Cylon kept up its relentless fire. She could tell by the sounds that it was advancing. Movement out the corner of her eye caught her attention. Commander Crichton, in the hatchway across from her had dropped his rifle and pulled two large Black Hand guns.

As 'Boomer' watched the Commander dropped to his knees, turned to face the Centurion and let him-self fall sideways out into the corridor, brining the pistol's up into line as soon as he cleared the hatch. Sharon was stunned, but before she could think she'd thrown herself out as well, her finger holding the trigger down.

A/N

(1) Sorry to any Galactica Baltar fans out there. But we will see more of the good doctor, remember LAY DOWN YOUR BURDENS. Season 2 Episode 18. And I think that one's the more interesting character.

(2) Known Cylon Agent Models

Number One: No one knows it's a "Secret".

Number Two: Brother Cavil (Non canon real number unknown, slotted him in here for the story) Priest onboard Galactica.

Number Three: D'Anna Biers the reporter. (Xena Yaa!)

Number Four: Leoben Conoy (Non canon, slotted him in here for the story) the smuggler on Ragnar Anchorage.

Number Five: Aaron Doral the PR rep. marooned on Ragnar Anchorage end of miniseries.

Number Six: Caprica first appeared as Baltar's girlfriend.

Number Seven: Doctor Simon (Non canon, slotted him in here for the story) creepy guy who operated on 'Starbuck' when she was on Cylon occupied Caprica.

Number Eight: Sharon 'Boomer' Valerii

Thought I would answer some questions.

For everybody hoping to see a Scarran Dreadnought or Peacekeeper Command Carrier, sorry to disappoint but there will be no U.T. badies until right at the end. No one knows Crichton and Aeryn are out here, as clones of them are doing their bit for chaos back on Moya. And remember John thinks there might have been some kind of temporal shift, mixed in with the warped Starburst Rovhu used, so the might not have left yet!

The Medusa is a Columbia class Battlestar, non-canon but you see them quite often if you look around the web. They replaced the Galactica class (as yet unnamed) and were just starting to be replaced by the new Mercury Class.

Athena and Helo will make an appearance.

For cjcold2 and Aesop thanks for pointing those out, corps and hangar. Silly and unnecessary mistakes that I hope not to repeat.

Leviathans can't produce translator microbes; they are Peacekeeper tech that is as common as dirt. So unless you're from a complete backwater like Earth, Caprica etc. You have them as part of a standard medical kit and any med. bay worth the name can make them. But the Builder Goo reset Rovhu to pure Leviathan. No examples lying around the Xarai probably ate them or something.

1 Look at revising this to "Replicant" or "Biocylon" or something else to that effect; I haven't made a suggested change as the Replicants erroneously consider themselves to be Cylons, so "human form Cylon" might correct since it's from her POV.

2 See footnote one. How ever her "inner Baltar" like Crichton in regards to the RTF may've corrected her in the Replicants delusion of being Cylons.

3 He wouldn't call her "Caprica" but by her actual first name "Natasi".

4 For storing biologically viable DNA samples for cloning, they'd need to be in a refrigerated store.