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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 1, 2013 20:46:16 GMT -6
Holding a tablet in hand, he had been using Little's office while he was hitting the Gym or most likely in the pool, Sevens were much like Terrans for some reason they had to stay busy all the time. Sitting on the side of the desk, he had noticed that assets were being pushed aside for this special project yet it had Smurfie's signature which wasn't new since the woman was interested in resurrection then again everyone has been interested in that piece of technology. Fixing his tie, he was tired of these little reports from the intelligence agencies and even more she was venturing into a very sensitive subject for all Terrans; getting up from the desk as he received a beep from Alice alerting him that Smurfie was on the other side of the door as he fixed his jacket before sending a text back telling her to open the door. Much like Ben, Rebecca wasn't a fan of the SF Division but then again most SF's were assholes including himself depending on what day it was; turning to Rebecca as he switched off the tablet only to offer a friendly smile. Clearing his throat, he nodded while Alice closed the door before he spoke softly; "Why do you want to resurrect so bad? You know your playing with fire, right?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2013 21:03:59 GMT -6
Rebecca looks at the man right in the eyes, Well if you must know and I am quite sure you do, I am Cylon. A Cylon that was once human. I have watched my father and mother fight to survive, one being Terran and the other Tauron. She begins to cover her bruises as she steps towards the whiskey, Care for a drink while we discuss this issue. I promise to be on my best behavior.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 1, 2013 21:14:31 GMT -6
Nodding, he pulled over a chair as he took a seat while playing with the ring on his finger, "I know your Cylon, shit, but being Cylon doesn't mean you can play with fire. Everyone has tried to work with resurrection technology and only one set of people succeeded, even if you got resurrection, you would be breaking the law," getting up as he started up his tablet, "General Watts, has captured the shipments to your special project and its being turned over to the SF Division," taking a breath as he moved behind the chair to support himself. Why was he always stuck with these bullshit assignments even as a Consultant?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2013 21:20:47 GMT -6
She turns to face him, Because I can. And I have two kids that are full Cylons. I want to know that they will be taken care of in the future. She lights her Terran cigar and has a seat in front of the desk, Breaking the law is apparently all I do lately, she laughs before taking another drag of her cigar. So what do you have in mind then? You want us all dead? Where is the fun in that?
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 1, 2013 21:29:12 GMT -6
Walking over to her, he poured a glass of Terran Spice Vodka as he walked back over, nodding his head no to her; "Well unlike your little project, you don't have all the resources to do it properly and from what we can tell, even if your little resurrection side project works the Cylons will find a way to use it," drinking down the vodka before setting down the glass, "we don't want all Cylons dead but at the same time we've gotta protect those close to the First Family since the Ministry of Justice can come after you and maybe even Ben. A thousand years ago before a truce was brokered between Terrans and Gondawans, we noticed they were working on resurrection technology and since then we've been secretly using that technology for side projects which have all failed but if it was to work then you wouldn't be Cylon any longer but Gondawan," taking a breath he couldn't believe he was doing this, "SF Division can provide tools which you don't have and allow you to use Atlantis and the resurrection facility to resurrect if you can get it to work."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2013 10:44:56 GMT -6
Rebecca listens very carefully to this new information, I rather be Gondawan than a toaster. I will admit that you are correct, we don't have the bodies nor the man power to get it operation. But there is the fact that I was once the mad scientist of the Cylons. I usually accomplish what I start. As for the first family, she cuts herself off and removes the scarf from her neck. I have already been attacked for being apart of this new government. And from what I am told, I have no say in the matter.
She leans back in the chair and thinks of what this could mean... being human again? Like really human again. These thoughts just blew her mind.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 2, 2013 11:45:03 GMT -6
He had read about the attack and knew it was uncalled for yet Yogi seems to disregard citizenship records when he's pissed off but he could do a bit more thanks to his new position as he turned to Smurfie, "Luckily for you we've had 1,000 years to tweek with the technology but there are risks since you'll be strapped down, we haven't found a way to do it remotely like the Cylons have, your mind will be downloaded into Atlantis' massive computer and then transferred into an empty shell which we'll let you choose," pausing as he reached into his coat to pull out a leather booklet, "thanks to my access, you'll be Gondawan and will have SF status which is the only way you can get to Atlantis to perfect the technology."
He was taking a huge risk in all this but at the same time, only Cylons could use the technology since Terrans could never get it to resurrect anyone other than Gondawan or Cylon so any new leads on it would help them in the long run not to mention the Cylon Empire doesn't know about the city nor the technology.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2013 13:16:08 GMT -6
I am willing to take that risk. The strapping down part may be the hard part. She smiles slightly at her personal joke but straightens up. At this point, I will do just about anything to be human or some form of human. Now that her mind is swelling with this information, she is considering to stop her project all together and just work with the Terrans. "What's the worst that could happen?"
Flashbacks of the attacks reappear in her mind, Its a shame it won't wipe my memories too. She rubs her wrists and arms as she says that statement.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 2, 2013 14:17:21 GMT -6
Picking up his tablet as he wrote her name down on a list before sending it to Terra, sliding over the leather case containing her new ID; "We can erase memories easily," pausing as he tucked the tablet into his jacket, "not a lot of people choose to have them erased since there is an 80% that someone or something can trigger that memory once more," pulling out the tablet for he forgot he needed to give it to Alice as he called her in, "well just try to keep your mind clear cause even though that city is old and near empty, there are billions of former SF minds in there and unlike you, those other minds are being transferred into Centurions. Is there anything else, remember I'm here to make things easier for Cylons, Colonials and even Terrans."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2013 21:16:38 GMT -6
Good. I am willing to take that chance too. A new body and no memories, a fresh start and the FA couldn't find me so easily. She sighs at the thought. "I hope this works." no I think that will do for now. I will have my plans terminated and hopefully we can begin the process soon.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 3, 2013 3:30:23 GMT -6
Getting up, he fixed his jacket and tie before nodding to Rebecca as he started over to the door; "Well, if you don't mind, I've got other matters to attend to so I hope you have a nice day and I'll arrange for a Terran frigate or Colonial Battlestar to escort you back home with an SF detail," starting out of the room as he undid his tie.
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