Would they resume attempting to talk? Or would they sing themselves? It was obvious that they had no way of knowing their own song as a species, so they would reveal their inner nature with what Bound Songs they did sing, words speaking emotions rather than words speaking sciences. Of course, what came next would be interesting. It had effect on the younger races as it was the only way they could truly express themselves without words. This had all happened before, and would happen again, would it not? No! They had to break the cycle! To be free!Īnd the only way to do that was to kill all the Humans, to show them the error of their ways.īentus was not surprised at the silence that met his song. It was easy enough to blame the others for their failings, even when he was the one who caused them in the first place.Īnd only he knew and accepted the fact that the Humans would find a new world, and from there plot their revenge, eventually coming to destroy them as they had done themselves. They didn't understand! They didn't know what drove him to this course of action, even as he recognized, then dismissed his own culpability in that regard. And there were so many worlds that couldn't support life that it was highly unlikely that the Colonials would find something to sustain them. So much time, and still no sign of the Colonial Fleet! Oh, he had certainly raised this every time all of the Cylons met, but even though everyone recognized the tactical danger posed by having two Battlestars on the loose, there was a growing discontent with the other Models to abandon the search for the missing Humans, and simply take what they have, to finish dealing with the last humans in the Colonies themselves, and return home, a job done as well as they could. Ideally, they would never see them coming, and never know when they left, or if they have left at all. The course he had planned would allow for his mighty Carrier to skirt around the outside edges of the worst of the gravity well, and then approach the soft underbelly of the Core from an unexpected direction. The Hypermass that may on the route was a source of constant danger, it's ability to affect Hyperspace reaching for lightyears in all directions. Use of the Black Gate Hyperspace lane through the Great Wastelands was a perilous choice, but one with the promise of much reward given the shifting deployments of the Republic, the Exiles and the other races of the Council in their efforts to contain the Raiders. “We have plotted a stable course through hyperspace to the Black Gate.” “We are ready to begin our approach,” the ship's navigator said to the captain. “Is it broken?”Ī broken Hybrid was bad news for a Base Star. For a moment, the incessant babbling has ceased, words without meaning abandoned as the Hybrid's head started to swing back and forth, eyes closed and making a weird noise in its throat. “What is it doing?” Two looked over at the sunken pool in which the ship's Hybrid was contained. I would have worked on this a bit more, but here's the next part of Chapter 4:
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