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Thirteen
Chapter Ninety-Two
The Last Stronghold
The light was at the end of the tunnel, and it most certainly wasnt a train coming at them. Apollos forces entered Aerelon City late one day and forced their way into several buildings to build a defensive perimeter around themselves so that they could prepare for the next days assault. He hardly got any rest that night, as the Cylons threw wave after wave of Centurion at them in a vain attempt to dislodge them.
Morning dawned and Apollos unit moved out to engage the enemy. Within an hour, they got into a firefight with a pack of Centurions on one of the main boulevards in the city. As Apollo was heading for some cover, he was struck in his thigh by a round from a Centurion. Oh frak! he cried as he limped quickly behind a wall of a collapsed building.
Apollos down! Corporal Heinz Weidriger yelled, crawling over to the younger Adama and checking out the wound. Weidriger to medics! Were in position Blue 22 Alpha! Apollos been hit! Hit in the right thigh! Ill dress the wound but I need some help! Weidriger clicked off the communications link to base and pulled out some dressing from his pack and went to work on Apollos wound. His name may have been German, but his drawl marked him from his hometown of Nashville, Tennessee. How you holding up, boss?
All things considered, Id rather be at the beach! Apollo said with a chuckle, then winced and groaned as Weidriger tightened the tourniquet around his upper thigh to help lessen the blood flow enough to stem blood loss. Looks like youll be all right, Apollo, but youll have to leave this fight to us roughnecks! Dont worry, though, because well whip these metal bastards for you!
The medics crawled up and placed him on the stretcher as best they could. Whiny, can you guys give us some cover fire? One of the medics asked the corporal.
Sure thing, Checkers! Weidriger replied, then spoke into the mike, which hooked him up to the rest of his platoon. On my mark, we shoot up these bastards to cover the fellas taking Apollo back to get treated. Ready? Mark! Weidriger popped up and fired off his PPG rifle, while Checkers and the other medic hustled Apollo out of there.
They soon had him on a transport headed back to their base camp roughly twelve miles away from the edge of Aerelon City. The medics had him on the table and an older red-haired woman looked him over with a grimace. Hmmmas bad as Id feared when I heard about this. Whoever treated the wound knew what the hell he was doing! Put him under and Ill go to work! Before Apollo knew it, he was going under and falling asleep.
Hours later, he woke up in the temporary infirmary of the mobile medical unit. Instinctively, he felt his leg and breathed a sigh of relief to find that his leg was still there. He didnt think he would lose it with the kind of wound he had, but you never knew. It hurt like hell, as if someone was plunging a hot poker into his thigh and twisting it.
His dad came over to his bedside, pulled up a barstool from the empty bed next to him, and sat down beside his son. How are you feeling? Admiral Adama asked.
No pyramid for me today, Dad. Sorry about that! Apollo answered.
You know I never cared for that game! the admiral laughed as he saw his sons reaction to the question. Means Ill have a better chance of knocking you on your ass next time we spar!
Like hell you will! Apollo chuckled in reply, then grew serious. Hows the battle going?
Its hard, but were making progress. Weve lost a good many people though. The guy who fixed you up, Weidriger, caught a bullet in his chest. Im sorry, Lee. He didnt make it.
The news rocked Apollo, who clenched a fist and slowly pounded it against his bed. I was gonna thank him for what he did for me. Guess I wont be able to do that now.
You can thank his family when we get the chance. Ill thank them myself for what he did for you. Ive lost one son already and Id rather not lose another if I can help it.
I know. So am I going to go back into the fight? Apollo asked.
Not with this kind of wound, son. You can come to Galactica when the doctor thinks youre ready to be moved. Even when we win here, weve still got some work to do after this. Adama said.
Apollo nodded and yawned, to which Adama replied, You need to get some rest. Ill head back to the command center and see how things are going! He leaned over and kissed his son on the head. See you later, son. Gods go with you!
The younger Adama smiled and said, Gods go with you, dad! and the elder Adama left the room. Soon after, Apollo drifted back off to sleep. In his dreams, he saw his younger brother Zak back on Caprica at the military base where he had been training.
Hows it hanging, bro? Zak said as he walked over to his brother.
Im fine. How are you? Lee asked of his deceased younger brother.
Other than the fact that I am dead, Im doing okay in the afterlife. I see that you got dinged up a bit! Zak looked down and pointed at Lees wound. It was patched up tight with bandages.
Yeah, I came a little too close to meeting you in the afterlife. Ill be okay though. Apollo replied.
Youd better be. Dee would be pissed if she lost you this late in the fight! Zak said.
How do you know Apollo said, then gave up on the question when he realized this was a dream.
Zak wouldnt let him off that easy as he laughed and said, I know about you and Dee, man. Always figured that youd hook up with Kara, but thats how things go sometimes.
Kara? Well, I did always suspect she might be, but I never thought it was a good idea. Besides, shes changed a lot since you last saw her.
Saw her alive, yes, but I know what you mean. Shes with that Anders guy now. Dont know what to make of him, but shes happy at least. Zak said.
An announcement over the loudspeaker called Apollos name, and Zak said, Youd better go! Zak walked away and headed towards the hanger, but before Apollo could call back to his brother, something grabbed at his shoulder
Apollo? Wake up! Garrison Hollifield said. The former Earth Alliance president sat beside his bed and looked down at him with a smile.
Whats wrong? Apollo asked, wondering why Hollifield was here and not his father.
Nothing, unless you consider the liberation of the last world in the Colonial system to be bad news! Hollifield said dryly, but his smile betrayed his joy at the news.
We won? Apollo asked, and Hollifield nodded. Ill be damned! Apollo laughed in disbelief. How?
The Centurions made a last stand at the spaceport, trying to escape. We intercepted a transmission for them to bail out and head back. Fortunately for us, whoever sent the message didnt realize how bad things were going, and also failed to see that we held that very same spaceport. The last one of those machines went down about an hour ago.
Apollo looked around, then asked, Wheres my father?
Funny you should mention him. When we realized wed won, he jumped out of his chair and let out a war whoop that damn near burst my wifes eardrum. He was sitting in a chair at the time, and when he hopped up, he accidentally stepped on my wifes foot and twisted his knee and fell on his shoulder. Hell be okay, just a sprained shoulder and a sprained knee. Never thought your old man had it in him! Hollifield replied.
Apollo chuckled at that bit of news, then asked if he could see his dad. Hollifield turned to the medic and asked him for a wheelchair. A few minutes later, they wheeled him to the office where his dad was sitting behind the desk and in obvious pain. The older Adama was in obvious pain, but looked to be a bit embarrassed by it. Figures! Wed win our worlds back, and I go and damn near blow out my knee and shoulder! the older Adama mused humorously.
Both men laughed at the thought, but then they grew serious. Their eyes locked and each mens eyes started to well up with tears. We did it, dad! Apollo finally said.
Yes, son! We certainly did! Adama said, barely able to hold the emotion in. I never thought Id live to see this day, son!
Me either, dad! Me either! Apollo said, Too damn bad I cant get up now or Id hug you!
Adama laughed and said, Better you not, because of my damned shoulder! He grimaced as a sharp pain went through his shoulder. Once it subsided, he looked back at his son and said, I love you, son!
Apollo replied, I love you, dad!
Light years away, a fist slammed down onto a desk. Kevin Vacit looked at his longtime assistant, Talia Winters, and the expression on his face was so frightening that the younger woman had to step back out of sheer fright.
Those bastards went and done it! Vacit said finally. All Talia could do was nod, afraid that anything she said would set the ancient man off and over the edge. She was, rightfully so, afraid for her life.
If I ever see my grandson again, Ill kill him. I ever see Hollifield, Ill take my time in killing him! Vacit growled.
Thatss what I came to tell you. A ship arrived not long ago. It contained the body of your grandson! Winters said cautiously.
Vacit looked at her perplexed and asked in a surprisingly gentle way, What happened?
The letter they included in the unmanned shuttle said that Alfred Bester had passed away of natural causes. It also said, and I quote, Were coming for you. We know where you are, and were coming for you. End quote.
Vacit got up slowly from his desk, feeling the almost two hundred years of existence in his bones. So he wants to come here? Let him come! If he makes it through all we have here, then hell learn what I know about the Vorlons, the Shadows, and the origins of the so-called Colonial gods. Its the least I could do before that bastard kills me.
Do youyou think he would do that? Winters asked.
Vacit turned and looked back at her and said, Once I get through telling him what I know, hell have no choice but to kill me! He turned back to the window and looked out at the stars in the night sky and said aloud, Let him come! I dont care how many of our humanoid Cylons he has. I dont care how much were outmatched. Let him come! He may have won this war, but Ill have my revenge when I tell him what I know!
Winters nodded and left the room, leaving Vacit there by himself, still staring at the stars. His grand scheme was falling all around him, and he was bound and determined to take as many of those who had defeated him down with him.
Chapter Ninety-Two
The Last Stronghold
The light was at the end of the tunnel, and it most certainly wasnt a train coming at them. Apollos forces entered Aerelon City late one day and forced their way into several buildings to build a defensive perimeter around themselves so that they could prepare for the next days assault. He hardly got any rest that night, as the Cylons threw wave after wave of Centurion at them in a vain attempt to dislodge them.
Morning dawned and Apollos unit moved out to engage the enemy. Within an hour, they got into a firefight with a pack of Centurions on one of the main boulevards in the city. As Apollo was heading for some cover, he was struck in his thigh by a round from a Centurion. Oh frak! he cried as he limped quickly behind a wall of a collapsed building.
Apollos down! Corporal Heinz Weidriger yelled, crawling over to the younger Adama and checking out the wound. Weidriger to medics! Were in position Blue 22 Alpha! Apollos been hit! Hit in the right thigh! Ill dress the wound but I need some help! Weidriger clicked off the communications link to base and pulled out some dressing from his pack and went to work on Apollos wound. His name may have been German, but his drawl marked him from his hometown of Nashville, Tennessee. How you holding up, boss?
All things considered, Id rather be at the beach! Apollo said with a chuckle, then winced and groaned as Weidriger tightened the tourniquet around his upper thigh to help lessen the blood flow enough to stem blood loss. Looks like youll be all right, Apollo, but youll have to leave this fight to us roughnecks! Dont worry, though, because well whip these metal bastards for you!
The medics crawled up and placed him on the stretcher as best they could. Whiny, can you guys give us some cover fire? One of the medics asked the corporal.
Sure thing, Checkers! Weidriger replied, then spoke into the mike, which hooked him up to the rest of his platoon. On my mark, we shoot up these bastards to cover the fellas taking Apollo back to get treated. Ready? Mark! Weidriger popped up and fired off his PPG rifle, while Checkers and the other medic hustled Apollo out of there.
They soon had him on a transport headed back to their base camp roughly twelve miles away from the edge of Aerelon City. The medics had him on the table and an older red-haired woman looked him over with a grimace. Hmmmas bad as Id feared when I heard about this. Whoever treated the wound knew what the hell he was doing! Put him under and Ill go to work! Before Apollo knew it, he was going under and falling asleep.
Hours later, he woke up in the temporary infirmary of the mobile medical unit. Instinctively, he felt his leg and breathed a sigh of relief to find that his leg was still there. He didnt think he would lose it with the kind of wound he had, but you never knew. It hurt like hell, as if someone was plunging a hot poker into his thigh and twisting it.
His dad came over to his bedside, pulled up a barstool from the empty bed next to him, and sat down beside his son. How are you feeling? Admiral Adama asked.
No pyramid for me today, Dad. Sorry about that! Apollo answered.
You know I never cared for that game! the admiral laughed as he saw his sons reaction to the question. Means Ill have a better chance of knocking you on your ass next time we spar!
Like hell you will! Apollo chuckled in reply, then grew serious. Hows the battle going?
Its hard, but were making progress. Weve lost a good many people though. The guy who fixed you up, Weidriger, caught a bullet in his chest. Im sorry, Lee. He didnt make it.
The news rocked Apollo, who clenched a fist and slowly pounded it against his bed. I was gonna thank him for what he did for me. Guess I wont be able to do that now.
You can thank his family when we get the chance. Ill thank them myself for what he did for you. Ive lost one son already and Id rather not lose another if I can help it.
I know. So am I going to go back into the fight? Apollo asked.
Not with this kind of wound, son. You can come to Galactica when the doctor thinks youre ready to be moved. Even when we win here, weve still got some work to do after this. Adama said.
Apollo nodded and yawned, to which Adama replied, You need to get some rest. Ill head back to the command center and see how things are going! He leaned over and kissed his son on the head. See you later, son. Gods go with you!
The younger Adama smiled and said, Gods go with you, dad! and the elder Adama left the room. Soon after, Apollo drifted back off to sleep. In his dreams, he saw his younger brother Zak back on Caprica at the military base where he had been training.
Hows it hanging, bro? Zak said as he walked over to his brother.
Im fine. How are you? Lee asked of his deceased younger brother.
Other than the fact that I am dead, Im doing okay in the afterlife. I see that you got dinged up a bit! Zak looked down and pointed at Lees wound. It was patched up tight with bandages.
Yeah, I came a little too close to meeting you in the afterlife. Ill be okay though. Apollo replied.
Youd better be. Dee would be pissed if she lost you this late in the fight! Zak said.
How do you know Apollo said, then gave up on the question when he realized this was a dream.
Zak wouldnt let him off that easy as he laughed and said, I know about you and Dee, man. Always figured that youd hook up with Kara, but thats how things go sometimes.
Kara? Well, I did always suspect she might be, but I never thought it was a good idea. Besides, shes changed a lot since you last saw her.
Saw her alive, yes, but I know what you mean. Shes with that Anders guy now. Dont know what to make of him, but shes happy at least. Zak said.
An announcement over the loudspeaker called Apollos name, and Zak said, Youd better go! Zak walked away and headed towards the hanger, but before Apollo could call back to his brother, something grabbed at his shoulder
Apollo? Wake up! Garrison Hollifield said. The former Earth Alliance president sat beside his bed and looked down at him with a smile.
Whats wrong? Apollo asked, wondering why Hollifield was here and not his father.
Nothing, unless you consider the liberation of the last world in the Colonial system to be bad news! Hollifield said dryly, but his smile betrayed his joy at the news.
We won? Apollo asked, and Hollifield nodded. Ill be damned! Apollo laughed in disbelief. How?
The Centurions made a last stand at the spaceport, trying to escape. We intercepted a transmission for them to bail out and head back. Fortunately for us, whoever sent the message didnt realize how bad things were going, and also failed to see that we held that very same spaceport. The last one of those machines went down about an hour ago.
Apollo looked around, then asked, Wheres my father?
Funny you should mention him. When we realized wed won, he jumped out of his chair and let out a war whoop that damn near burst my wifes eardrum. He was sitting in a chair at the time, and when he hopped up, he accidentally stepped on my wifes foot and twisted his knee and fell on his shoulder. Hell be okay, just a sprained shoulder and a sprained knee. Never thought your old man had it in him! Hollifield replied.
Apollo chuckled at that bit of news, then asked if he could see his dad. Hollifield turned to the medic and asked him for a wheelchair. A few minutes later, they wheeled him to the office where his dad was sitting behind the desk and in obvious pain. The older Adama was in obvious pain, but looked to be a bit embarrassed by it. Figures! Wed win our worlds back, and I go and damn near blow out my knee and shoulder! the older Adama mused humorously.
Both men laughed at the thought, but then they grew serious. Their eyes locked and each mens eyes started to well up with tears. We did it, dad! Apollo finally said.
Yes, son! We certainly did! Adama said, barely able to hold the emotion in. I never thought Id live to see this day, son!
Me either, dad! Me either! Apollo said, Too damn bad I cant get up now or Id hug you!
Adama laughed and said, Better you not, because of my damned shoulder! He grimaced as a sharp pain went through his shoulder. Once it subsided, he looked back at his son and said, I love you, son!
Apollo replied, I love you, dad!
Light years away, a fist slammed down onto a desk. Kevin Vacit looked at his longtime assistant, Talia Winters, and the expression on his face was so frightening that the younger woman had to step back out of sheer fright.
Those bastards went and done it! Vacit said finally. All Talia could do was nod, afraid that anything she said would set the ancient man off and over the edge. She was, rightfully so, afraid for her life.
If I ever see my grandson again, Ill kill him. I ever see Hollifield, Ill take my time in killing him! Vacit growled.
Thatss what I came to tell you. A ship arrived not long ago. It contained the body of your grandson! Winters said cautiously.
Vacit looked at her perplexed and asked in a surprisingly gentle way, What happened?
The letter they included in the unmanned shuttle said that Alfred Bester had passed away of natural causes. It also said, and I quote, Were coming for you. We know where you are, and were coming for you. End quote.
Vacit got up slowly from his desk, feeling the almost two hundred years of existence in his bones. So he wants to come here? Let him come! If he makes it through all we have here, then hell learn what I know about the Vorlons, the Shadows, and the origins of the so-called Colonial gods. Its the least I could do before that bastard kills me.
Do youyou think he would do that? Winters asked.
Vacit turned and looked back at her and said, Once I get through telling him what I know, hell have no choice but to kill me! He turned back to the window and looked out at the stars in the night sky and said aloud, Let him come! I dont care how many of our humanoid Cylons he has. I dont care how much were outmatched. Let him come! He may have won this war, but Ill have my revenge when I tell him what I know!
Winters nodded and left the room, leaving Vacit there by himself, still staring at the stars. His grand scheme was falling all around him, and he was bound and determined to take as many of those who had defeated him down with him.
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