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jesterladyficTitle: Unions of a Kneeling
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Helo/Athena, Kara/Sam, Lee/Dee, Gaius/Caprica Six, Chief/Cally, previous Chief/Boomer
Summary: Spoilers for all of BSG. This is set at the end of S2 and beginning of S3. I think Boomer would have known an Occupation was not the way to go. This is my way of bringing the Cylons and humans together and redeeming Boomer.
A/N: As far as these pairings go, I don't really ship Chief/Cally, but it was sort of necessary to keep Boomer and the Chief apart and since I don't divorce people, they're married, they got to stick with it. And to make things clear, Boomer is called Sharon here and Athena is referred to as Athena, rather than Sharon.
Disclaimer: I don't own BSG. The title is by CS Lewis, same for this chapter's title.
Chapter One: Pressure of the Ordinary
Sharon walked from one end of the Basestar to the other. She moved mindlessly, her languid steps a contradiction to the turmoil of emotions that swirled within.
She’d thought she’d worked through all the rage back on Caprica, in her apartment, working out and trying not to smash all her possessions because she knew they weren’t real. She had found solidarity in meeting the Caprica Six and making an alliance between them. A semi-peace had come over her soul.
But it was shattered again, being on the Basestar and away from Caprica. The alliance had proved to be a huge success. She and the Caprica Six had convinced all the other Cylons that the genocide had been a very bad idea. That had probably been the easy part. Now all she could do was remember.
She felt alone, even surrounded by a hundred copies of herself. It would have been almost too easy to let herself melt into the unity of their sisterhood and the rest of the Cylons, but she couldn’t. Her memories and beliefs taught her to hate and fear what she was, but her programming and surroundings invited the opposite view. She felt violated by her own kind. By making her human and taking away her ability to choose, her fellow Cylons had destroyed her forever. For all their ingenuity they had not considered the possibility she might want to be human. She could never be Cylon now, but she wasn’t allowed to be human either. She was both, she was neither. She was an outcast, she was in limbo.
But for better or worse, she was with the Cylons and there was nothing she could do about it. She quickly learned their ways and marveled at the complexity of it all. A lot of things about herself that she could recall only in the moments between waking and sleep she relearned aboard the ship. Walking through the hall, she placed her hand in the water trough that ran along the wall and let the information roll over her. She could feel each and every one of her fellow Eights. More distant was the impression of the other Cylon models, followed closely by the Raiders and Centurions and the Basestar itself. It was wonderful and it made her want to scream.
“Boomer?”
She turned at the familiar voice and saw herself.
“Yes?”
“Will you come? A decision must be made.”
Sharon nodded. It almost felt like a whiplash to hear her call sign, but she’d learned early on that the other Eights wanted to distinguish her from themselves and that particular name seemed a logical one.
She put her new Cylon skills to use as she walked through the halls toward the center. Instead of the glowing red and smooth black, she could see the hallways of Galactica. Colonial officers passed her and nodded. It was something she felt compelled to do, but it hurt. She knew she would never be able to walk those halls so freely again.
She entered the Basestar Command and walked toward the center of the room where the Two known as Leoben, the Caprica Six, a Four, and the Three who had tried to box her on Caprica, were standing.
“What’s the situation?” she asked calmly.
She was done having fits because her life had been frakked up.
“We have a reading of a nuclear detonation,” replied the Four. “It is our thinking that it comes from the humans.”
“That’s not a good thing,” Sharon said.
Caprica nodded in agreement.
“It does not give us hope for an alliance if something has happened to them. But it may well be a gift from God showing us the way.”
“Where was the signature?” Sharon asked.
“Over a light year away from here,” answered the Three. “It will be a long time before you have your reunion, Sharon.”
“Somehow I think that might be best,” she answered. “Now, we need to think about how we’re going to approach this.”
“As you know, we very nearly destroyed their race,” came a new voice from behind them. A One had joined them. “They are not going to be happy to see us and if we’re going to live with them, we’re going to have to take matters into our own hands.”
“No,” Sharon said firmly. “That is a bad idea.”
“You know what I’m saying is true.”
“He’s right,” the Three put in. “The humans will never trust us.”
“Especially if you do what he’s suggesting,” Caprica added. “Listen to Sharon; she’s the only one of us who truly understands the humans. I have more knowledge than most, but I’m hampered by my nature. She isn’t.”
“I know we are a society based on unity and consensus,” Sharon began slowly. “But that isn’t going to work here. We made the decision to no longer attempt to destroy humanity based on mine and Caprica’s experiences and that is what we need to trust now. Until this matter is settled, you need to follow our lead.”
There were various murmurings that went around the rest of the room where other models were working. The suggestion went against the core of the Cylon way of life.
“The Eights are with you, Boomer,” said the Eight who had brought Sharon to the Command.
“The Sixes are with you,” Caprica said firmly.
“The Twos are with you,” Leoben said after a moment of deliberation.
Sharon wondered if he’d had a vision or a revelation from God to help him decide.
“The Ones do not support this decision,” the One said. “It is an abomination to God.”
“The Fours do not support this decision.”
“The Fives do not support this decision,” said the Five named Simon who had just entered the Command.
“Threes?” Caprica asked as she turned to the Three.
The Three walked away. There appeared to be an internal debate going on between her and every other Three in the room.
“The Threes are with you,” she finally said, almost as if against her own will.
Sharon heaved a deep sigh of relief. This was the first big hurdle. If the Cylons weren’t kept in check, they would run in and try to take over everything without understanding how the humans would react.
“Then I will lead you,” she said, ignoring the hostile glares being sent her way from the One and the Four. “Caprica will advise me and we will still look for consensus in everything possible.”
“I will tell the Hybrid to set a course for the source of the detonation,” Leoben said.
Sharon took a deep breath and prepared to take command of the Cylons. It was a tad ironic, but she knew it needed to be done.
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Helo/Athena, Kara/Sam, Lee/Dee, Gaius/Caprica Six, Chief/Cally, previous Chief/Boomer
Summary: Spoilers for all of BSG. This is set at the end of S2 and beginning of S3. I think Boomer would have known an Occupation was not the way to go. This is my way of bringing the Cylons and humans together and redeeming Boomer.
A/N: As far as these pairings go, I don't really ship Chief/Cally, but it was sort of necessary to keep Boomer and the Chief apart and since I don't divorce people, they're married, they got to stick with it. And to make things clear, Boomer is called Sharon here and Athena is referred to as Athena, rather than Sharon.
Disclaimer: I don't own BSG. The title is by CS Lewis, same for this chapter's title.
Chapter One: Pressure of the Ordinary
Sharon walked from one end of the Basestar to the other. She moved mindlessly, her languid steps a contradiction to the turmoil of emotions that swirled within.
She’d thought she’d worked through all the rage back on Caprica, in her apartment, working out and trying not to smash all her possessions because she knew they weren’t real. She had found solidarity in meeting the Caprica Six and making an alliance between them. A semi-peace had come over her soul.
But it was shattered again, being on the Basestar and away from Caprica. The alliance had proved to be a huge success. She and the Caprica Six had convinced all the other Cylons that the genocide had been a very bad idea. That had probably been the easy part. Now all she could do was remember.
She felt alone, even surrounded by a hundred copies of herself. It would have been almost too easy to let herself melt into the unity of their sisterhood and the rest of the Cylons, but she couldn’t. Her memories and beliefs taught her to hate and fear what she was, but her programming and surroundings invited the opposite view. She felt violated by her own kind. By making her human and taking away her ability to choose, her fellow Cylons had destroyed her forever. For all their ingenuity they had not considered the possibility she might want to be human. She could never be Cylon now, but she wasn’t allowed to be human either. She was both, she was neither. She was an outcast, she was in limbo.
But for better or worse, she was with the Cylons and there was nothing she could do about it. She quickly learned their ways and marveled at the complexity of it all. A lot of things about herself that she could recall only in the moments between waking and sleep she relearned aboard the ship. Walking through the hall, she placed her hand in the water trough that ran along the wall and let the information roll over her. She could feel each and every one of her fellow Eights. More distant was the impression of the other Cylon models, followed closely by the Raiders and Centurions and the Basestar itself. It was wonderful and it made her want to scream.
“Boomer?”
She turned at the familiar voice and saw herself.
“Yes?”
“Will you come? A decision must be made.”
Sharon nodded. It almost felt like a whiplash to hear her call sign, but she’d learned early on that the other Eights wanted to distinguish her from themselves and that particular name seemed a logical one.
She put her new Cylon skills to use as she walked through the halls toward the center. Instead of the glowing red and smooth black, she could see the hallways of Galactica. Colonial officers passed her and nodded. It was something she felt compelled to do, but it hurt. She knew she would never be able to walk those halls so freely again.
She entered the Basestar Command and walked toward the center of the room where the Two known as Leoben, the Caprica Six, a Four, and the Three who had tried to box her on Caprica, were standing.
“What’s the situation?” she asked calmly.
She was done having fits because her life had been frakked up.
“We have a reading of a nuclear detonation,” replied the Four. “It is our thinking that it comes from the humans.”
“That’s not a good thing,” Sharon said.
Caprica nodded in agreement.
“It does not give us hope for an alliance if something has happened to them. But it may well be a gift from God showing us the way.”
“Where was the signature?” Sharon asked.
“Over a light year away from here,” answered the Three. “It will be a long time before you have your reunion, Sharon.”
“Somehow I think that might be best,” she answered. “Now, we need to think about how we’re going to approach this.”
“As you know, we very nearly destroyed their race,” came a new voice from behind them. A One had joined them. “They are not going to be happy to see us and if we’re going to live with them, we’re going to have to take matters into our own hands.”
“No,” Sharon said firmly. “That is a bad idea.”
“You know what I’m saying is true.”
“He’s right,” the Three put in. “The humans will never trust us.”
“Especially if you do what he’s suggesting,” Caprica added. “Listen to Sharon; she’s the only one of us who truly understands the humans. I have more knowledge than most, but I’m hampered by my nature. She isn’t.”
“I know we are a society based on unity and consensus,” Sharon began slowly. “But that isn’t going to work here. We made the decision to no longer attempt to destroy humanity based on mine and Caprica’s experiences and that is what we need to trust now. Until this matter is settled, you need to follow our lead.”
There were various murmurings that went around the rest of the room where other models were working. The suggestion went against the core of the Cylon way of life.
“The Eights are with you, Boomer,” said the Eight who had brought Sharon to the Command.
“The Sixes are with you,” Caprica said firmly.
“The Twos are with you,” Leoben said after a moment of deliberation.
Sharon wondered if he’d had a vision or a revelation from God to help him decide.
“The Ones do not support this decision,” the One said. “It is an abomination to God.”
“The Fours do not support this decision.”
“The Fives do not support this decision,” said the Five named Simon who had just entered the Command.
“Threes?” Caprica asked as she turned to the Three.
The Three walked away. There appeared to be an internal debate going on between her and every other Three in the room.
“The Threes are with you,” she finally said, almost as if against her own will.
Sharon heaved a deep sigh of relief. This was the first big hurdle. If the Cylons weren’t kept in check, they would run in and try to take over everything without understanding how the humans would react.
“Then I will lead you,” she said, ignoring the hostile glares being sent her way from the One and the Four. “Caprica will advise me and we will still look for consensus in everything possible.”
“I will tell the Hybrid to set a course for the source of the detonation,” Leoben said.
Sharon took a deep breath and prepared to take command of the Cylons. It was a tad ironic, but she knew it needed to be done.
