“Well, if that happens,” Boxey said confidently, “then you can probably talk him right back again. You’re good at that, Starbuck. I believe in you.”
“Boxey,” she began.
“I’m not going back now, Starbuck,” Boxey informed her. “You’re welcome to stay here with me. Or go and tell the admiral I appreciate his changing his mind, and I’d like to take up the invitation at some future date. You can tell him that, can’t you?” The problem was that he already knew the answer to it.
And Starbuck didn’t disappoint him. “Yeah. I could tell him that,” she said slowly. “But…”
It was obvious she didn’t know what to say, so Helo quickly stepped in. “He’d be insulted.”
“Yes,” Starbuck said urgently. “He’d be incredibly insulted and, you know, we wouldn’t want to do that…”
Boxey drew himself up. “Maybe some other time.” And suddenly he was out the door before Starbuck and Helo could even react.
* * *
“Frak!” snarled Kara Thrace as she and Helo leaped up in pursuit of Boxey.
The entire thing had gone exactly according to the worst-case scenario she’d conjured in her head. The “turnaround” on Adama’s part had been too abrupt. She’d done far too good a job selling Boxey on the idea that he was going to be persona non grata on Galactica for the indefinite future. So now, when she’d shown up in his new backyard and started making nice to him, it was only natural that it would arouse his suspicions.
His reactions aroused her suspicions as well. He was acting like someone who thought they might be on to him. On to him as what? As a Cylon, of course. It could well have been that they’d all been right to be suspicious of him, and now he was just trying to keep the hell away from them lest his true nature be found out.
On the other hand, he could just be a scared kid who didn’t want to find himself stuck back in a cell while a mad scientist—who also happened to be the vice president—poked and prodded him and pronounced him to be an enemy of all mankind.
Either explanation made sense. The problem was that she didn’t have the slightest inkling which was the right one.
She charged out of the sanctum, Helo right on her heels, and then Kara slammed into what appeared to be a bulkhead, but turned out to be a man. Under ordinary circumstances, it would have been expected that she would head one way and he the other. Instead it was solely Kara who ricocheted backward and stumbled into Helo. It was a small miracle that Helo managed to catch himself and not tumble over, righting the two of them. The man she’d collided with, in the meantime, hadn’t budged from the spot at all. He’d tilted slightly but otherwise held his footing, and was now staring at the two of them with a combination of confusion and suspicion. “Who are you?” he demanded. “What were you doing in there?”
“Sir, this is military business,” Kara said quickly.
“And this is my ship, making it my business.”
She could have stayed to try and explain things, but Boxey had already whipped around a corridor and they were in danger of losing him. So Kara made as if she were about to stand and address the man’s concerns, and suddenly she bolted right, ducking just under his outstretched arm. It was just enough distraction that Helo was able to get around him on the other side, and seconds later they were both pounding down the corridor after Boxey.
They got around the corner just in time to see Boxey vanish overhead.
It wasn’t that he had disappeared into thin air. Rather he had leaped straight upward, torn off a metal grating accessing an air circulation shaft, bounded upward once more and slithered away into the narrow confines of the shaft.
“Frak!” shouted Kara. Helo took two steps in front of her, cupped his hands, and Kara propelled herself upward and into the shaft. Or at least she attempted to do so; her head, outstretched arms and shoulders made it through, but that was as far as she got. She let out a yelp of pain.
“What’s wrong?!” said Helo. “Is he hurting you?!”
“No, you muttonhead! I don’t fit!”
“Are you sure?”
“Well, I would if I had no breasts and no hips!” her irritated voice echoed from above.
“You take a look in the mirror lately?”
Now it was Helo’s turn to shout in pain as Starbuck slammed one of her feet down on the top of his head.
He stepped back, rubbing where she’d kicked him, and Starbuck dropped back down to the floor. “We gotta find him.”
“And do what?” demanded an irritated Helo. “It’s not like we can stuff him in a sack and sling him over our shoulders.”
“Don’t bet on it.”
“He’s a kid, Starbuck!”
“In case you’re not paying attention, that’s what we don’t know for certa—”
“Don’t move!”
Kara froze in place as she saw the large man they’d darted past standing a few feet away He was aiming a gun at them. It looked tiny in his oversized hand, but that didn’t make it any less threatening. And there were a couple of men behind him who were also holding weapons aimed straight at them.
Her peripheral vision told her that there were more men at the other end of the corridor. Starbuck and Helo had been outflanked, encircled from either side.
“What do we do now?” muttered Helo out the side of his mouth.
“For starters, we don’t move.” She paused and then said, in as authoritative a tone as she could muster, “This is military business!”
“And this is me not caring very much,” said the large man. The business end of the gun never wavered. “I assume you have weapons on you. Now would be the time to produce them very slowly and lay them down equally slowly on the floor.”
Their guns were hanging on the backs of their belts, covered by their jackets. Neither Helo nor Starbuck had been armed in the expectation that they would have to shoot Boxey or something like that. It was simply standard operating procedure for them to go armed into any situation that was not merely a social one. One never knew when one was going to stumble over a known Cylon operative, and on such occasions, Adama never wanted his people caught unprepared.
But just because they had weapons didn’t mean it was always a good idea to use them. And somehow the prospect of getting into a firefight with a group of civilians didn’t seem like the wisest course of action. Although it had been some time ago, feelings in the fleet were still raw over the notorious shooting incident during the period when Tigh had declared martial law. The last thing they needed to do was exacerbate matters by having anything resembling a repeat of the incident, even though the circumstances were extremely different.
Helo and Starbuck exchanged looks and then—slowly, as instructed—they reached out and removed their respective weapons. “You’re making a mistake,” Helo said evenly.
The big man gestured for the men on either side of him to approach and take the extended guns. “Not as big a mistake as you would have made if you’d taken a shot at any of my people.”
“One of your ‘people’ might not be a person at all,” Kara informed him, making no attempt to keep the annoyance from her voice. “That’s why we’re here. You may have a Cylon infiltrator.”
“And would he be the one who stole our most precious possession?”
The angry question puzzled Kara. “What are you talking about?”
He took a step toward her and seemed to loom even larger than he had before. “Don’t play games with me. Where is it?”
“Where… is what?”
“The Edda. I looked in the sanctum after you and your associate ran out of there and it was gone. Our holy book, missing. What did you do with it?”
“Us? Nothing! Boxey must have taken it.”
“The boy?” growled the big man. “You would blame something like this on the boy? Why would he do such a thing?”
“Because we think he may be a Cylon, and he’s trying to distract us or maybe just stir things up. Set us against each other.”
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nbsp; He barked a skeptical laugh. “I find that… doubtful.”
“She’s telling the truth,” Helo said.
“And I’m supposed to just take her word for it?” He looked hard at them. “The word of a military that’s more interested in guarding its secrets than the balance of humanity. You keep information from us until someone else finds out about it, at which point you reluctantly admit it. You cause disharmony and discord.”
Not at all intimidated by the fact that he could likely break her in half, Kara snapped back, “We’ve saved this fleet more times than I can count. When the Cylons come swooping down on us, you’re safe and snug here second-guessing everything we do while it’s my ass out in a Viper that’s fighting to keep us alive for another day. And that’s what we’re trying to do now, and if you don’t like it, then frak you, so get the frak out of my face, you got that?”
He glared at her, and then—to her surprise—the look he was giving her melted ever so slightly into amusement. He took a step back. “Yes, ma’am,” he said coolly, and then turned to his people. “Take them to a private room. Search them thoroughly. See if they have the Edda on them. Find Boxey. I very much doubt their claims that he’s a Cylon operative, but we should at least talk to him.”
“He went up there,” Helo said, pointing overhead. “If you’ve got someone small and skinny, you may want to send them up there, because if he took your Edda thing, he could stash it anywhere in there.”
“I don’t need your advice, thank you,” said the big man. Then he paused and muttered to his nearest lieutenant, “Do as he says. Find someone. Now.” The lieutenant nodded and went off as the big man turned his attention back to Helo and Starbuck. “I am Wolf Gunnerson. As I said, this is my ship. You will be my guests here until we get matters sorted out and the Edda is recovered.”
“You’ll search us and find we don’t have it,” Kara said.
“You might have hidden it somewhere. You might have an accomplice somewhere in this ship. I try never to underestimate the ability of the military to be deceitful.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Starbuck said sourly. “Look, Mr. Gunnerson, there’s something here you have to understand…”
“You’re here on military business.”
“That’s right. And you’re interfering with it. That is not going to be looked upon favorably by my CO or the president. Furthermore you’re holding us against our will. That’s going to be viewed by some as a hostage situation. The action of terrorists. I don’t think you really want that. I don’t think you want a squad of heavily armed marines crashing in here.”
Wolf leaned in toward her again. His breath alone was powerful enough to rock her back on her feet. “And I think that you don’t have the slightest idea of what I want. A hostage situation? Fine. So be it. I have no problem with that. You show up here, you’ve got concealed weapons, you threaten a boy and try to drag him back to your ship against his will, tossing around accusations that he’s a machine without the slightest shred of proof, and oh, by the way, our sacred book vanishes shortly after you arrive and you’re seen coming out of our sanctum. And you accuse me of terrorist activities?”
“Admiral Adama is going to want us back, with the boy,” Helo said.
“You throw that name around as if it’s supposed to intimidate me. If he wants you back, I’ll be more than happy to throw you out an airlock and you can walk back to Galactica. How does that sound?” When Helo made no answer, Wolf Gunnerson made a slight gesture with his head, signaling his men. They came in from all sides and took Starbuck and Helo firmly by the wrists and arms. “Be careful, men. They’re colonial warriors. They likely bruise easily.”
“You’re going to regret this!” Starbuck called defiantly as they were led away.
“I really don’t think so,” replied Wolf, who really didn’t.
He stood there and watched them go. And then, after a long moment, a door to the side opened and a figure emerged. “I told you that was exactly the attitude you could expect from them.”
“Indeed you did. It’s fortunate you happened to be by, Councilman.”
Tom Zarek nodded thoughtfully and said, “She’s right about one thing, though. Adama isn’t going to take this well at all. He’s going to want his people back, and he could make it very difficult for you if you refuse to cooperate.”
“I’m sure he could. And I could make things very difficult for him.”
“He has the Galactica, Wolf. Face facts: You can’t possibly go up against him. Meantime your bid to be part of the Quorum of Twelve could be seriously hurt by this.”
“I have no trouble with being both feared in my wrath… and admired in my generosity.”
Zarek eyed him suspiciously. “Meaning…?”
“Meaning the day is young.” And he clapped Zarek on the back in a manner that was gentle for him and, even so, nearly dislocated Zarek’s shoulder. “And I am thirsty Let’s quench that thirst together and we’ll wait for matters to play out to our advantage.”
CHAPTER
18
“Animals,” said Freya Gunnerson.
From within her enclosure, Sharon Valerii looked in confusion at her attorney. Pressing the phone tighter against her ear, she said, “What about animals?”
“Adama suggested it to me… although he didn’t realize that’s what he was doing,” Freya said smugly. “Talking about the Cylons trying to slaughter us like animals. His whole argument to keep you cooped up in here, despite the fact that you’ve committed no crime, is that you’re not human. But there’s plenty of case law on the books about animal rights.”
“But… I’m not an animal…”
“Yes, you are, in the sense that I am and Adama is as well. All humans are part of the animal kingdom. He keeps calling you a machine, but there’s not a shred of proof that you are. Certainly no more so than any human who’s operating with an artificial heart or a replacement knee. There’s every proof, however, that you’re an animal, and under our law, animals have rights.”
“Animals get put in cages all the time. In zoos…”
“Yes, and there were laws to guard their best interests even then. Safeguards.”
“I don’t understand where you’re going with this.”
“It’s very simple, Sharon. We go to precedents. That’s how the law works.” Freya’s voice was becoming more excited, more enthused, as she contemplated what was to come. “We build case law to show that even the humblest zoo creature has more rights, has more protection under the law, than you. We—”
“Who do we do this with?”
Freya blinked. She seemed rather surprised that Sharon would interrupt her. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, who do we do this with? I don’t know if you noticed, Freya, but the legal system as we know it has fallen apart somewhat.” She ticked off options on her fingers. “There’s Adama. There’s the president. There’s the Quorum. My understanding is that there’s a few freelance mediators going around who are overseeing simple disputes. But people are just scrambling to survive. There’s no full judicial system that I know of.”
“Not at the moment.”
“Moments are all I have,” Sharon said fiercely, so fiercely that it startled Freya. “Don’t you get that? Every day I wake up might be my last if Adama or the president decides I’m too great a risk. I don’t have the option of looking at the big picture.”
“And that’s what I’m trying to change.”
“Why? I still don’t understand.”
“Because,” Freya said, “it’s the right thing to do!”
“And do you think they’ll give a damn?” Sharon started to walk around, her body giving vent to her frustration. Within moments she’d moved beyond the distance that the phone cord would allow and the receiver flew out of her hand. She grabbed for it and it thudded against the side of her cell. Sharon started to reach for it, and then let out an anguished cry of fury. “You’re going to file my appeal with the same pe
ople who stuck me in here? You must be crazy! And I must be crazy for listening to you! You know they’re going to reject any argument you make.”
“I’m just trying to get you what you want,” Freya assured her.
Her voice came over the phone receiver, and Sharon could hear it even though it wasn’t to her ear. And Sharon was speaking so loudly that Freya had no trouble hearing her.
“What I want?” She thumped her chest. “You don’t know what I want! You have no frakking clue!”
“Freedom for yourself! Freedom for your child!”
“I’m not going to get freedom! I’m a Cylon! I’m the frakking enemy! They’re never going to just let me go! I don’t get to live happily ever after with Helo and my baby, and we set up a nice family. You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t see what’s coming? The only reason I’m alive is because Galactica needs me to keep saving their ass. The only reason my baby is alive is because they needed it to save Roslin’s life. If they ever make it to Earth and find safe harbor, you know what the first thing they’re gonna do is? Put a bullet in my frakking brain and turn my baby into a lab rat! If you ever convince them that they can’t treat me the way they currently do, that’s when I die. And they’ll do it without fanfare, and without a thought, and without you. And what’ll you do after I’m dead, huh? File a protest? Wag your finger and say ‘Shame on you'? What do I want? What I want is, just once before I die, to walk around where there’s some flowers and trees and dance on some grass in my bare feet, just for a little while. For a couple frakking hours. Then I’ll be happy.”
She looked as if she wanted to shout even more, but exhaustion overwhelmed her. She sagged against the side of the cell and then onto her bed. She put her hand on her stomach and just sat there, shaking her head.
“Sharon,” said the frustrated Freya, “pick the phone back up. Please. Pick it up and put it to your ear.”
Sharon stared at the receiver from which Freya’s voice was emerging. Then she picked up the phone but, rather than listening to it, she spoke softly, in a voice that was measured and tired but had an undercurrent of strength to it. “You know what I think?”
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