“Brother…you have found your way home. You are safe here.”
“Model six,” it said, instantly recognizing the humanoid model before addressing her. This model was one of the very few cylons it had come across since reactivation. “An inquiry. Have the cylons won the war?”
|| Standby reboot activated. 15 seconds to reboot.
|| Routing power to basic systems. Standby…
when things start looking bad…
callsignstarbuck started following you
Warning and priority target indications flashed on the cylon’s Heads-Up display at the sight of the infamous Viper pilot. Starbuck. Kara Thrace. The two model had been particularly curious about this human. Obsessed.
The cylon wanted to know why. It ignored and rerouted its’ termination commands.
“Kara Thrace,” it said.
twooftwelve started following you
“Two,” it said, the hum of its’ optics unfaltering, calculating. “Leoben. By your command.”
Delivered from the blast
The last of a line of lasts
The pale princess of a palace cracked
And now the kingdom comes
Crashing down undone
And I am a master of a nothing place
Of recoil and grace