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Battlestar Titanica	By : Phynxlegion Category: 1 through F > Battlestar Galactica Views: 2024 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Myosha arrives at Bay 18 with ten minutes to spare. Adjusting her coat for the fifteenth time since she left the elevator, she sighs heavily and notes the security officer finally taking his job a bit more seriously by moving beside the bay to hang out chatting with the mechanics. Shaking her head, she strides to the green ship and peeks underneath to see if the door is open. As if reading her mind, Kreysta steps out of her ship and closes the hatch behind her. Dressed in her long ceremonial robes and a bluish green veil, she smiles underneath. Carrying a tote bag, she bows before she speaks.
“I talked to my ship and he insisted I stick to tradition and wear my ceremonial robes. I honestly have very few outfits for this. Before I went on my last trip out, I gave away the majority of my clothes. I suppose I shouldn’t be complaining, the majority of your fleet have but the clothes on their backs. If you don’t mind, I would like to take a shower after dinner. I can get clean on my ship, but bathing in water is a luxary I can’t pass up.”
Myosha nods and leads her towards the lift.
“That’s fine with me. My crew was blessed, for the most part. The majority of them had just one uniform with them and an 80/20 split of clothes, with the majority being civilian attire. They traded out some of their clothes for military uniforms. Crazy times we’re in.”
As the doors of the lift close and they stand together alone in the elevator, Kreysta leans over and whispers to her.
“I know it doesn’t seem like it, but this isn’t the end for your race. I know of several species which rebounded back from wars far worse than this. What your people do in the here and now is incredibly important though. Sometimes you have to run to fight another day.”
Myosha pushes back the tears and swipes at them with her arm as they spill out from her eyes.
“I’m sorry. We’ve lost so many of our families and friends…its hard not go a day without thinking about them.”
And without warning, Myosha feels a tight grip around her chest and she lets out a small “eep” sound as she is overwhelmed by Kreysta hugging her with her heart and soul. Myosha feels an intense warming glow flow into her, satiating her loss and refilling her strength. As the lift stops, she hardly notices Kreysta release her and stand beside her as the doors open. She hesitates to move, too overwhelmed by the small woman’s act of love.
Kreysta asks if she’s going to follow, and Myosha numbly nods and sheepishly strolls forward wih her. Wipinng her cheeks dry, she leads their guest to the diningroom and everone rises as she enters. Bowing politely, she lets Myosha lead her to her chair and sits. Tucking her bag under her chair, she ensures her robes are in the proper position, and hesitates grabbing her veil. With a deep sigh she lifts the veil from her face and flips it over her head. Myosha can read her anxiety over revealing her face to people. Myosha is surprised by the minute changes of everyone at the table seeing her full beauty and she clears her throat shaking everyone back to their proper manners.
They enjoy a dinner of baked chicken, potatoes, and green vegetables, probably the last time the fleet will enjoy the luxary of real food as they know it. Though Kreysta had sustained herself on artificial food for longer she cared to admit, she knew it was a difficult notion for most humans to swallow. She reluctantly decided to address the issue with the assembled leaders. It went far better than she imagined it would, as they had to admit that the war was far from temporary or short term. As they are finishing their dinner, Kreysta is relieved they relaize that they need to build or acquire agricultural and livestock ships. Common in the outlying mining colonies, it was usually impractical financially, any closer to the colonies. Noticing their heads buzzing with ideas, Kreysta pats herself on the back for getting the ball rolling before it was too late. As the conversations buzz around the table, Admiral Florus clears her throat and wipes her mouth with her napkin before she speaks to Kreysta.
“I have to be completley honest with you Kreysta. This impromptu dinner was hardly without purpose. We have a depot which could harbor a vast amount of needed supplies, but it turns out our enemy is using it as bait. We’re fairly sure the trap is for us, but we don’t know how strong their forces might be. It may be just one basestar, but it could be far more, which would put us in a seriosu tactical disadvantage.”
Myosha tires of the pussyfooting around the question and decides to just go forward.
“What my admiral is trying to say is…well we’re hoping you might be of some assistance once again.”
Intrigued, Kreysta sets her fork down and sits back in her chair as Myosha continues.
“Your systems are far more sophisticated than ours and do you think you can track the ship back to its source?”
Kreysta looks to Doneatha, then back to Myosha before speaking.
“I have the systems and skills to do what you ask. My people have been using interdimensional spacial fold drives for eons and we’re familiar with tracing the residual signatures they leave behind. Don’t take this the wrong way, but your systems are extremely crude compared to my technological standard; and tracking a single trail back to the source shouldn’t be too much of a problem. What I ask you though, is what then? Do you attack or do you run and avoid them?”
Admiral Florus speaks before any of her officers can speak for her.
“It depends on their numbers and types of ships they can bring to bear. Depending on the results, we might fight a battle here, or we might strike at them first at their location while our cargo ships clean up here. I’d have to make that determination after I have the facts, though.”
Noding Kreysta sarcastically replies.
“Yah…I thought that is what you would say. Well let me put it another way. What if I could offer you a safe harbor…for good. I could get your people to a safe part of the galaxy where your Cylons wouldn’t look for you, and give you the benefit of time to rebuild your civilization in peace? Here’s the catch: you can never come back to this section of space ever again. You’d be too far away to jump back in your lifetime, or at least for the next fifty or so generations.”
Commander Hemic sets his glass down as he chuckles.
“Right. You said your ship was too broken to return home. How are you going to get us there, if you can’t get there yourself?”
Nodding, Kreysta agrees with him. Myosha notices a slight hesitation on Kreysta to respond, and she intercedes as she begins to speak.
“Your ship is fixed?”
Nodding dramatically, Kreysta sighs loudly.
“When I was flying around recovering your survivors, my ship took it upon himself to fly with his scoops wide open. He accumulated enough of the materials and trace elements from the debris zones to resume repairs. For the past three weeks, he’s been very busy and it seems he estimates completion in the next couple of weeks. Now, I’m not entirely sure how I’m going to pull this off, but I believe I can adjust your existing drives to make a long fold to my section of known space.”
Major Braka scrutinizes her idea and asks insistently.
“Are we talking hundreds of light-years away?”
Shaking her head, Kreysta replies.
“More like a hundred and fifty…thousand.”
A round of incredulous laughs fills the room. Except for the Admiral and Myosha, everyone refused to believe the concept of traveling a vast distance in one lifetime. As the commanders and majors buzz amongst themselves, Doneatha asks her guest as straight faced as she can muster, silencing everyone in turn.
“What do you need from me?”
Taken back, Kreysta pauses as she mulls the question over.
“Well, first…I have no idea how you even get your stuff to work. You fold space, but can’t go more than a handful of light-years? Something is wrong here. Distance is not so much a factor for a space-fold, but your detection and jump computers are always a severely limiting factor. Please tell me you don’t do those computations manually.”
Reading the expressions across the room, Kreysta lays her head on her palm and shakes her head slowly.
“Well that explains a lot. The living mind has limits on how much math it can process, to say the least formulate a concise mental image between two interdimensional points. Even my people struggle at three and this jump will require 1265 simultaneous intersections to avoid hundreds of astronomical anomalies between here and there.”
Kreysta turns to Myosha grinning.
“Yes, I had my ship calculate the distance and all the particulars.”
Turning back to the rest of the table, Kreysta continues.
“There’s gravity wells, micro black-holes, rogue planets, neutron stars, and so many more things that I can’t even begin to discuss. I’m still weeks away from executing this plan, so how about you get me your literature on what you know about your fold drives and I’ll figure out what you know about it, and I can go from there? After that, I’ll tackle getting your systems up to snuff to integrate with mine. Does that sound okay?”
Doneatha nods heavily.
“Now about your trace? I’ll do it, but I’d like to take someone with me to coordinate with your bridge. Someone who has the authority to make the big decisions me might have to make when we get there, the tactical knowledge to ask the right questions…you get the point? I need a command officer with me.”
Kreysta glances around the table and finally stops on Myosha.
“Her. She has my trust and I don’t want too many nosey techs looking around my ship while I fly.”
Myosha nods.
“We do have a portable long-range communications unit I can take.”
Doneatha hesitates.
“I’d like to discuss it first with my advisors before I agree. I’ll get back to you in a few hours.”
Kreysta nods cordially.
“I understand.”
After enjoying a delicious iced cake dessert, the conversation turns to a concert planned on the Titanica in a few days. Kreysta mentions how she was truly looking forward to it, surprising many in the room. She laughs off their disbelief.
“Despite my non-human condition, I actually enjoy human poetry, music, your company, cities and your vast technological accomplishments. My people are extremely long lived, almost god-like in your eyes. You have such a unique perception of the universe because you cannot fathom the length of time which the universe operates in. The rise and fall of mountains happens in the span of one my people’s lives, while you are confined with the fleeting moment of the here and now. We see great value in that.”
Myosha shares in the awkward silence their guest creates.
Kreysta sits idly by as the commanders and staff begin to nervously begin to discuss the future of the fleet. As each contemplates attack plans and strategies, a few begin to consider the scrolls of Pythia and searching out the thirteenth colony as a temporary refuge. Myosha notices Kreysta repress a grin, and decides to mention it later. Snapping back from her distant place, Myosha decides now is as good of a time as any to get Kreysta back to her room to shower. Rising she subtly motions for Kreysta to join her and she nods approvingly.
“Thank you Admiral and distinguished commanders of the fleet. It has been a wonderful evening, and I really look forward to the coming concert. Good evening.”
After setting her veil over her face, she shakes hands with everyone and follows Myosha to her quarters. After the massive door is secured, Kreysta removes her veil and sets it on Myosha’s desk. Rustling her hair, she flips her robes off and folds them before putting them on a nearby chair. Myosha excuses herself to use the toilet and when she returns, Kreysta stands in her gossamer robes, while all of her clothes lay folded on the chair instead. Myosha cannot hide her embarrassment seeing the lithe naked form through the virtually translucent folds of cloth. Bowing respectfully, Myosha gets out of Kreysta’s way and sits on the chair unsure why she reacted as she did. From the shower Kreysta yells out to Myosha.
“I hope you know that I am no god, and I truly value your people’s influence in the universe. You may not realize your effect on it from a span of a hundred years, but in thousands of years…you have such a dramatic effect that even my people can’t ignore it. We have preserved species like yours before, and dedicated parsecs of territory for you to develop at your own rate and direction. All we ask is to allow us to stand alongside you as you develop. We take notes, write papers, record your accomplishments…we are trying to learn from your mistakes because you make huge ones in very short periods of time. We make the same mistakes over thousands of years, with the same if not worse catastrophic effects. To comprehend the behavior and circumstances which led to your great mistake, means we can either avoid or reverse the event all together when we are confronted with a similar conundrum. This has all happened before on other worlds and civilizations, and will happen again. Your people aren’t that unique.”
Myosha shivers hearing her last words and nods. She wanders around her room and stops at her reading corner. Anger and confusion fills her as she discovers the picture of Colonel Burrell and his family once again propped up prominently. As she looks around the room for where it could have come from, she hears Kreysta giggle and try to stifle her laughs. As the water shuts off, Myosha curses under her breath trying to comprehend how the picture got into her room from the sealed boxes in the hold three decks down. As she rummages through her boxes of books to see if it was left in one by accident, she stops and jumps as Kreysta suddenly appears beside her. Wearing shower shoes and a towel wrapped tightly around her midsection, she looks down at Myosha sitting on the floor.
“I’m sorry about laughing at you, but it seems your people are incapable of hearing the things some of my people are specifically attuned to. Would you like some advice? Leave his picture there. Set up a memorial for him and his family and acknowledge he is welcome in your place of worship and study. That’s all most of them want…not to be forgotten and discarded as they were in life. Some were very restless and angry and they were responsible for the deaths of some of your crew. In their defense, they claimed they were spies and were trying to kill everyone on the ship. Oh! Colonel Burrell also keeps talking about spies walking among your people, but I have no idea what he’s talking about. He is very adamant about this point though.”
Myosha stares at Kreysta in disbelief as she turns her head to the reading corner and nods as if she’s listening to someone talking to her.
“He says that Ensign Gayla Cellar, the blonde communications technician, was no accident. She was planting a device to destroy your ship somehow. He says there are others but you’d remember her by name.”
Myosha shakes her head in disbelief, and slowly the crazy events happening all around the ship seem to fall into place and make sense. Taken back by her words, Myosha’s eyes work their way up Kreysta’s legs and she can’t help but notice the definitive muscular lines and concealed strength hidden in the tiny girl. Her eyes discern an emerald shimmer across Kreysta’s pale white skin as she struts seductively towards her. Myosha starts to sputter and fumble her words and Kreysta smiles and kneels down in front of her. Brushing Myosha’s cheek with the tips of her fingers, she whispers tenderly as wild electricity sparks shoot through her.
“When your people love with all your heart, it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced. Truly the most valuable quality you bring to the universe. Even my people don’t have this…and that is most horrible thing about my people. They lack passion and love which makes them cold and distant.”
Kreysta smiles alluringly and extends her hand to the bewildered officer and lays the damp towel on top of the desk. Taking her to the recessed bed, she slips her hands under Myosha’s shirt by tugging the ends out of her trousers. Relishing the feel of her skin under her hands, Kreysta leans up into Myosha and steals a quick kiss before turning her attention to the gorgeously fine skin hidden under Myosha’s shirt. Nibbling and nuzzling, she continues pulling the shirt higher until Myosha finally tears the article up and off her. Dragging her towards the bed’s edge, she sits down and frantically unbuckles her belt and nearly rips the pants in half getting them off Myosha. Dragging her panties down with the pants, she thrusts her mouth into the officer’s abdomen and greedily suckles at the skin. Myosha has no idea how she got her bra off, but she tosses the article away from her and lavishes the attention Kreysta gives her body. Making Myosha groan in delight, Kreysta finds her center and latches on to her sex. Myosha never imagined sex with another woman could be so fantastic. Having only a dozen relationships in her life, none of them prepared her for Kreysta’s experienced tongue. She loses track of how much time passes as they take turns atop or underneath the other. Hours blur past, and she finally drifts into sleep land panting and exhausted.
Answering her door chime, Admiral Florus doesn’t bother slipping her overcoat back on and opens the door to find Captain Forester and Lieutenant Helms patiently waiting for an audience. As if she was reading their thoughts, she shakes her head and welcomes them inside.”
“I know I’ve been promising you two a private meeting for over two weeks, but there’s never a good time here. So just get to it, and let’s get this over with now.”
Pushing in a cart of books, they set up a projector and begin deconstructing their research.
Captain Forester begins by reviewing the history of the prophets.
“Okay. Suranna was the sister of Pythia, and they both foretold the exodus of the human race, but they saw two different futures. They both adamantly believed they saw the real future of the human race, and saw their other sister as a liar, because they believed that they both couldn’t be right. It was said they moved to opposite corners of the colonies and never spoke another word to each other for the remainder of their days.”
Lieutenant Helms starts where the captain leaves off at.
“Suranna and Pythia both prophesized the same statement:
‘All this has happened before. All this will happen again.’
“This key statement makes everyone skeptical of the accuracy of these two prophets. Now she spoke of the ‘Ship of fools’ and scholars have always been confused by this. She said:
‘Humanity will escape the wraith of the forgotten child on ships built by fools. The great deceiver will ensure humanity’s destruction, and the forgotten child’s minions will eradicate civilization.’
‘All this has happened before. All this will happen again. It cannot be prevented, nor will it be stopped.’
“Additionally,
‘The survivors will be given the Caleuche and must tame the ancient ship in order to defeat the minions of evil. They will hide among the dusty stars until the ship captain tames the lost titan.’
The captain intercedes.
“That part we believe refers to us and our ship, the Titanica. Now this is the interesting part.
‘Heed the aid of the Sleeping Dragon. She will offer her service at a steep price, and you must never offer more than you are willing to pay.’
Captain Forester resumes immediately.
“The prophecy foretold the ‘reawakening’ of the sleeping green dragon…‘Krisa’…and her wraith upon humanity. Apparently Apollo ‘accidentally’ woke her and begged for her to aid him and his father against the titans and free the human race. It is said she took the form of a beautiful nymph…or Nymphai…and felt a kinship to the “lesser” races against the evils of the “ancient gods.” She gave two rules for the lords of Kobol to obey: No man must touch her out of lust, and no man may view her nakedness while she bathed. That is the part that keyed me onto Kreysta being the dragon. Once they successfully defeated the titans, Zeus tried “seducing” her and angered her greatly. The details are omitted as to exactly what occurred, but it is stated that Zeus violated both rules. She raised four major cities to the ground trying to kill Zeus, but he was “extremely agile for a man his age.” In the end, Athena seduced and/or tricked Krisa to return to her long slumber among the “dusty clouds of space.” Her hatred for the lords of Kobol knows no bounds, and it was believed she would extend her wraith to humans for what Zeus and Athena did to her. This is the key warning Suranna wrote:
“The dragon will return. Never awaken her.”
“Her anger for humanity has two faces of a coin.”
“If the dragon returns during a time of prosperity, she will bring ruin; but if she comes during the time of exodus, she could be humanity’s greatest ally, and destroyer.”
“Krisa will return. Never awaken her.”
“Never seek a safe port while the dragon travels with you. She will roost in your rafters and lay eggs of malcontent.”
“In the line ‘greatest ally, and destroyer,’ scholars believe that it was a typo when she said “and” not “or.” This use confuses scholars; so in the end, they believed it had to be an ancient mistake of scribes, further diminishing its value.”
Lieutenant Helms resumes when the captain stops speaking.
“This is a very interesting portion: The search for a new home for the human race.
“They will seek the thirteenth colony, but only adversity will they find. The fools of misfortune will never find this home but a new home could be offered if they tame the Sleeping Dragon.”
After forty-five minutes, the Admiral rubs her temples desperately trying to dispel the effects of sleep deprivation on her mind. Rereading the Surranna prophecy, she hopes to gain a better understanding of her officers’ point of view. With a weighted expulsion of air, she takes one deep breath before speaking.
“So you’re telling me Kreysta is the same person mentioned in the Pythia scrolls?”
Shaking their heads in unison, they fight over who will speak first, with the captain winning out.
“Negative, it was Suranna, but essentially yes. We believe Kreysta is the Green Dragon she warned humanity about.”
The admiral fights a headache approaching faster than a space jump.
“I hate to burst your bubble, but that woman has done more than you’re obviously aware of to help us from the moment she’s come onto this ship. We would be DEAD right now if it weren’t for her.”
As the pair begin to beseech her, she stops them in their tracks.
“I hear you, I see where you drew logical conclusions, and I admit some of them have serious merit, but I cannot not act in good conscious against her. She is a serious ally out here, when we have no home port to call our own. What do you two propose to do with this insight into her identity?”
The captain looks to the lieutenant and then shrugs.
“Confront her with the evidence, ask her if it’s true. We need to be extremely cautious in dealing with her.”
The lieutenant breathes softly before he speaks.
“What scares me the most is that she leveled four cities trying to kill Zeus of old. With everything we know and some poetic exaggeration , if this is her, what is she truly capable of inside our ship?”
Nodding Doneatha exhales once more dramatically.
“Let me sleep on this information for a few days, and I’ll let my prayers guide me. And…speak of this to no one else. Period. That’s the last thing I need. You’re dismissed."
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