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Thirteen
Chapter Sixty-Seven
The Anger of God
Kevin Vacit was a man enraged. He didnt know how it had exactly happened, but, somehow, the humanoid Cylons he had helped the machines create had turned against their masters. Or, at least, the ones that had been near Earth when the attack was launched, because Vacit didnt think that Hollifield had been able to get to the ones that were on the Cylon homeworld, nor in the Colonies.
He wouldnt take the chance with the first prototypes anymore. Once he was back on the Cylon homeworld, he would have them all wiped out, and have the machines handle the second and third generation models currently under development. It would take some time, but he knew he could get the job done.
Or so he thought. When he returned to the Cylon homeworld, the place was like a virtual ghost town. He walked up to one of the IL-models; a mechanical Cylon named Lucifer, and demanded to know what had happened.
Imperious Leader, it was Bester who led them away! He said that an attack was imminent, and that we had to load the developing clones into the transports and get them to the Colonies for protection! He said you had ordered him to do so! Lucifer said through his speaker.
I never did such a thing! If I had ordered something like that, I would have told you! Why did you believe him? Vacit shouted.
Because he was your grandson, and you said to trust him! Lucifer countered.
Vacit threw up his hands and walked back to his office. He had been betrayed, but he didnt think that Bester had done it on his own. He couldnt have, thought Vacit. Hollifield had to have been behind this, and he would get his revenge in the end.
All the clones were gone, as Talia Winters and Vacit walked through the massive complex. The 144 second generation clone varieties, which were close to being ready to be born, were long gone, as were the 1728 third generation clone varieties, which were just being developed into newborns. He had the mechanical Cylon androids go through each terminal and get all the information they could about what had happened.
It took some time, but they had pieced together the timeline as to what had happened. Two technomage ships had arrived and had somehow seized control of the Centurions, halting them from attacking the intruders. Bester, under some kind of influence Vacit hoped, led the first generation clones in evacuating the planet, along with the developing models. As he watched, Vacit grew angrier and angrier, and he barely could contain his rage.
Talia Winters looked at him with fear in her eyes. She knew what he could do to her if she earned his wrath, so she stayed quiet. Vacit drummed his fingers on his desk as he awaited the arrival of a delegation from his Drakh allies. This is liable to fracture the alliance. It could put our cause back decades! Vacit said, angrily slamming his fist down onto the desk.
Winters stayed quiet, and this annoyed Vacit, who yelled at her after a while, Say something, dammit!
I had no idea what he was up to, sir! If I had known Winters said.
You couldnt have known! Hes much too powerful for you to scan anyway! But I should have seen it in his mind! I could have stopped him and perhaps undo the damage that Hollifield did to him! Vacit replied.
Before Winters could reply, the Drakh representatives came into the room, with a couple of Centurions escorting them. What shall you do about this betrayal, Vacit? said Vorgran.
Wipe out the first generation. They cannot be trusted. Get the others back from the Colonies, if we can. Where else would they go? Vacit replied.
Its a start. We are not willing to give up on this, Vacit. We Drakh are a patient lot, and we have endured setbacks before. The loss of Centauri Prime from our plans was regrettable, but they are no where near breaking us! replied Vorgran.
Indeed, and this betrayal will not break the Cylons. The Colonies are ours, and will stay ours! We shall rebuild them for our purposes and use them to build up a force to finally conquer our enemies. It will take time, though.
We understand. They will prepare as well, but they do not know all of our allies. The allies of the Shadows still exist, and they have all said that they are willing to help.
Vacit nodded and said, Good! Who would have thought that an ally of the Vorlons and allies of the Shadows would ever be able to work together!
Indeed! But, since those two races abandoned us, we have to fend for ourselves. If we are to become masters of this galaxy, we must work together to do so. Vorgran and the others bowed and departed.
Vacit sat back in his chair and was silent in thought for a while. Winters looked at him for a long time, also silent. Something, Talia?
Why are we working with them, sir? We dont need them to accomplish what we want to do! Winters replied.
We will deal with them soon enough, my dear. This is an alliance of convienince. Once we have destroyed the normals, we can turn against the Drakh and do what the Vorlons failed to do. Once that is done, we can take down the rest of the lesser races and become masters of the dominion the Vorlons left for us!
But how can we do it if we have to rely only on the mechanical Cylons? Talia asked.
Vacit shrugged and said, We start over. We have the DNA of the copies, and we can easily rebuild the labs. Besides, Bester doesnt have much longer to live, and once he dies, the traitors will be our mercy!
Days later, the news got worse for Vacit. The human Cylons had fled the Colonial worlds, taking by force many of the ships manned by mechanical Cylons and escaping. Fortunately, they had left the surviving Colonials at the farms behind, so they could still be mined for their eggs and their sperm. It would take at least a decade before they could have clones up and ready for infiltration of Earth society.
He didnt know just how many years he had left himself, but, as he looked over at his protTalia Winters, he knew just the person he could rely on to get the job done should he fail. He knew she was loyal and trustworthy, so he decided to begin to hand over some of the responsibility to her.
Unknown to him, Talia had another side to her, a side thought destroyed when a sleeper program had been activated inside her years before, which had uncovered her as a Psi Corps operative on Babylon 5. But before that, her lover, Jason Ironheart, had, thanks to cruel experiments by the Corps, evolved into something that she didnt quite understand. Before he left this galaxy, he gave her what he called a gift, which were telekinetic powers and the ability to cloak her true abilities. That cloak had helped her survive the takeover of her personality by the implanted program, and she lived deep within the cracks and crevices of Talias mind.
Slowly, over time, her old self had begun to sneak out and regain some control of Talia. The side that Vacit knew didnt know of what her old self had done in cooperation with Bester. Together, they had helped to liberate the human Cylons and send them on their way. She didnt expect to live to see what would become of them, but she felt satisfied that she had done her part to free them. She knew all too well what it felt like to be a slave to a system, and she didnt want that fate to befall those human Cylons.
As Talia fell asleep, her old self took over and reached out, cleverly avoiding Vacits notice, and looked out towards the heavens. There, she saw him again, and he spoke to her. He praised her for her efforts and said that, soon, they would see each other again.
Chapter Sixty-Seven
The Anger of God
Kevin Vacit was a man enraged. He didnt know how it had exactly happened, but, somehow, the humanoid Cylons he had helped the machines create had turned against their masters. Or, at least, the ones that had been near Earth when the attack was launched, because Vacit didnt think that Hollifield had been able to get to the ones that were on the Cylon homeworld, nor in the Colonies.
He wouldnt take the chance with the first prototypes anymore. Once he was back on the Cylon homeworld, he would have them all wiped out, and have the machines handle the second and third generation models currently under development. It would take some time, but he knew he could get the job done.
Or so he thought. When he returned to the Cylon homeworld, the place was like a virtual ghost town. He walked up to one of the IL-models; a mechanical Cylon named Lucifer, and demanded to know what had happened.
Imperious Leader, it was Bester who led them away! He said that an attack was imminent, and that we had to load the developing clones into the transports and get them to the Colonies for protection! He said you had ordered him to do so! Lucifer said through his speaker.
I never did such a thing! If I had ordered something like that, I would have told you! Why did you believe him? Vacit shouted.
Because he was your grandson, and you said to trust him! Lucifer countered.
Vacit threw up his hands and walked back to his office. He had been betrayed, but he didnt think that Bester had done it on his own. He couldnt have, thought Vacit. Hollifield had to have been behind this, and he would get his revenge in the end.
All the clones were gone, as Talia Winters and Vacit walked through the massive complex. The 144 second generation clone varieties, which were close to being ready to be born, were long gone, as were the 1728 third generation clone varieties, which were just being developed into newborns. He had the mechanical Cylon androids go through each terminal and get all the information they could about what had happened.
It took some time, but they had pieced together the timeline as to what had happened. Two technomage ships had arrived and had somehow seized control of the Centurions, halting them from attacking the intruders. Bester, under some kind of influence Vacit hoped, led the first generation clones in evacuating the planet, along with the developing models. As he watched, Vacit grew angrier and angrier, and he barely could contain his rage.
Talia Winters looked at him with fear in her eyes. She knew what he could do to her if she earned his wrath, so she stayed quiet. Vacit drummed his fingers on his desk as he awaited the arrival of a delegation from his Drakh allies. This is liable to fracture the alliance. It could put our cause back decades! Vacit said, angrily slamming his fist down onto the desk.
Winters stayed quiet, and this annoyed Vacit, who yelled at her after a while, Say something, dammit!
I had no idea what he was up to, sir! If I had known Winters said.
You couldnt have known! Hes much too powerful for you to scan anyway! But I should have seen it in his mind! I could have stopped him and perhaps undo the damage that Hollifield did to him! Vacit replied.
Before Winters could reply, the Drakh representatives came into the room, with a couple of Centurions escorting them. What shall you do about this betrayal, Vacit? said Vorgran.
Wipe out the first generation. They cannot be trusted. Get the others back from the Colonies, if we can. Where else would they go? Vacit replied.
Its a start. We are not willing to give up on this, Vacit. We Drakh are a patient lot, and we have endured setbacks before. The loss of Centauri Prime from our plans was regrettable, but they are no where near breaking us! replied Vorgran.
Indeed, and this betrayal will not break the Cylons. The Colonies are ours, and will stay ours! We shall rebuild them for our purposes and use them to build up a force to finally conquer our enemies. It will take time, though.
We understand. They will prepare as well, but they do not know all of our allies. The allies of the Shadows still exist, and they have all said that they are willing to help.
Vacit nodded and said, Good! Who would have thought that an ally of the Vorlons and allies of the Shadows would ever be able to work together!
Indeed! But, since those two races abandoned us, we have to fend for ourselves. If we are to become masters of this galaxy, we must work together to do so. Vorgran and the others bowed and departed.
Vacit sat back in his chair and was silent in thought for a while. Winters looked at him for a long time, also silent. Something, Talia?
Why are we working with them, sir? We dont need them to accomplish what we want to do! Winters replied.
We will deal with them soon enough, my dear. This is an alliance of convienince. Once we have destroyed the normals, we can turn against the Drakh and do what the Vorlons failed to do. Once that is done, we can take down the rest of the lesser races and become masters of the dominion the Vorlons left for us!
But how can we do it if we have to rely only on the mechanical Cylons? Talia asked.
Vacit shrugged and said, We start over. We have the DNA of the copies, and we can easily rebuild the labs. Besides, Bester doesnt have much longer to live, and once he dies, the traitors will be our mercy!
Days later, the news got worse for Vacit. The human Cylons had fled the Colonial worlds, taking by force many of the ships manned by mechanical Cylons and escaping. Fortunately, they had left the surviving Colonials at the farms behind, so they could still be mined for their eggs and their sperm. It would take at least a decade before they could have clones up and ready for infiltration of Earth society.
He didnt know just how many years he had left himself, but, as he looked over at his protTalia Winters, he knew just the person he could rely on to get the job done should he fail. He knew she was loyal and trustworthy, so he decided to begin to hand over some of the responsibility to her.
Unknown to him, Talia had another side to her, a side thought destroyed when a sleeper program had been activated inside her years before, which had uncovered her as a Psi Corps operative on Babylon 5. But before that, her lover, Jason Ironheart, had, thanks to cruel experiments by the Corps, evolved into something that she didnt quite understand. Before he left this galaxy, he gave her what he called a gift, which were telekinetic powers and the ability to cloak her true abilities. That cloak had helped her survive the takeover of her personality by the implanted program, and she lived deep within the cracks and crevices of Talias mind.
Slowly, over time, her old self had begun to sneak out and regain some control of Talia. The side that Vacit knew didnt know of what her old self had done in cooperation with Bester. Together, they had helped to liberate the human Cylons and send them on their way. She didnt expect to live to see what would become of them, but she felt satisfied that she had done her part to free them. She knew all too well what it felt like to be a slave to a system, and she didnt want that fate to befall those human Cylons.
As Talia fell asleep, her old self took over and reached out, cleverly avoiding Vacits notice, and looked out towards the heavens. There, she saw him again, and he spoke to her. He praised her for her efforts and said that, soon, they would see each other again.
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