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Post by Alia Fremen on Oct 3, 2016 1:04:37 GMT -6
Hearing rushed foot steps coming closer, Alia steeled himself. He was not sure if it was that traitorous Eight coming for him again or some one else. He readied himself for the attack, waiting... waiting... waiting. "Hello and welcome home brother I am Commander Jack Sydell this is my ship The Ares ship #109" an unfamiliar voice spoke. Somewhere in the far reaches of Alia's memories, he knew that he had heard of this name "Sydell". Alia could not recall where he was or who it was that had spoke this name, but he was sure that had heard of this name before. Opening his eyes slowly, solely for the purpose of letting them adjust to the lighting in the room, Alia raised his gaze to meet the gaze of the man standing next to the tub. "It is good to see a friendly face Brother. It feels even better knowing that I am finally back home amongst all of my Brothers and Sisters." Alia stated. Grabbing on to both sides of the tub, Alia pushed himself up in to a standing position. Reaching over, he took the robe from his fellow brother and wrapped himself up in it as the man spoke once more. "Come get cleaned up and some rest then come see me in the CCC and we'll download your memories and go over your time with the humans". "Thank you Brother. As soon as I can, I will Head to the CCC. It will not take me long to ready myself. I have been away far to long, and I am longing to get back in to the fight", Alia said as he turned and headed toward the shower to clean up.
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Post by Rachel Sixx on Oct 4, 2016 16:28:39 GMT -6
Rachel stood there, watching the scene unfold. Another male, just what she needed. Smiling as she listened to the exchange between the two males, she couldn't contain herself any longer. Clapping in an overly dramatic fashion, Rachel stepped out of the corridor and into the Ressurrection Chamber.
"Bravo! Bravo! Jack, you always could make me laugh. What do we have here, or rather, WHO do we have here? Another male model, how quaint. Welcome home brother, I'm Rachel and as you can see, I am of the superior line, the Sixes. Don't let all this overwhelm you, we're not in the great shape some would have you believe."
Rachel strutted slowly up next to Jack, lightly touching his left arm with her right hand. Looking at him, she smiled and spoke softly.
"Go easy on him brother, there have been more than enough of us lost to the Colonial side as it is. Besides, we really don't want him to cozy to the Cavils, now do we?"
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Col. Jack Sydell
Colonial Officer
Colonel, Fleet HQ
The One True God!
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Registered: Jun 29, 2011 0:28:09 GMT -6
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Post by Col. Jack Sydell on Oct 8, 2016 19:18:05 GMT -6
Jack felt his sisters nudge and he cocked his head looking at her. Don't worry sis I I will try to go easy. I no it was not his fault for killing our brothers and sisters, it just means he had more time with them to gather intel. Yes sister we need to keep him on our side, now shall we prepare for war. Meet you in the CCC sis. Jack leaned in kissing her on the cheek as he gave her a hug. He then headed off past the showers out the door. "Go easy on him brother, there have been more than enough of us lost to the Colonial side as it is. Besides, we really don't want him to cozy to the Cavils, now do we?"
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Post by Alia Fremen on Oct 8, 2016 21:53:23 GMT -6
Spinning on his heels, Alia spun around, steeled himself, and was preparing to attack whomever this female voice was attached to, until he saw her. Alia stopped cold in his advancement. The woman he was seeing, was not the one... not the one he wanted to make suffer for what was done to him so long ago. When Alia's eyes met the gaze of the woman standing in front of him, his mind began to race. Alia's mind began racing though all of the images that were recently downloaded. He knew that he had seen her before... seen the pain and anguish on her face as she suffered tremendously so long ago. Suddenly his mind slowed down, to the point of stopping, until her image was all he was seeing. Clearly, these two looked identical, but deep down, Alia knew... No, he felt that they were not the same person. The woman he was looking at, in his own mind, was some how different. It was slight, but the two were definitely different. The one Alia was remembering was one that had been beaten, tortured, humiliated, and broken down to a mere nothing a few months before he himself was captured. Alia remembered finding her. She was left for dead in an abandoned part of the human ship. Alia did everything he could think of to help her... To help mend her wounds... but to no avail. She begged and pleaded with Alia. Begged and pleaded with him to help end her suffering. At first, Alia refused to help her... he refused to take her life. As time went on, Alia finally realized that she, his fellow Cylon... His sister would never mentally be the same. Some how and some way, the humans found a way to tear her down, to break her beyond the point of wanting to live. Reluctantly, Alia agreed and ended her suffering. He knew that there were no resurrection ships in range and that was what hit him the hardest. Knowing that her consciousness would never be downloaded again. Alia would never get the chance to try and help her recover, heal, or get revenge for what was done to her.
Alia forced his muscles to relax and took control of his breathing before he spoke. "My deepest apologies Sister. When I first heard your voice, I thought you were..." Alia's voice trailed off momentarily before continuing. "I thought you were an Eight. The Eight that I have a destiny with... A destiny to kill." Alia felt his face flush as he finished. He was some what embarrassed for reacting the way he did with out finding out whom the voice belonged to first. Alia fell silent, he was to embarrassed, at the moment, to continue. He waited, with out meeting her gaze, hoping that the Six would understand and forgive him for his actions.
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Post by Alia Fremen on Dec 26, 2016 2:25:50 GMT -6
Alia watched as the Commander walked past the showers and exited the room. Alia knew what he had to do, but it could not be done until he found her, until he found Alicia. "I will find you." Alia said to himself as he headed toward the shower. Walking past the Six, Alia felt himself blush once more as he remembered how he reacted, just moments ago, toward her. Feeling ashamed for his actions, Alia was unable to look at her as he walked past and headed into the shower area to get cleaned up. He turned on the water and adjusted the temperature to make the water as hot as he could with-stand. Alia did not want to scar this new body. His memories held enough scars to last a life time. Alia stood there trying to gather himself even more as the hot water ran over his head and down his body. He reached out, grabbed the soap, and began lathering his body and face. After washing, Alia rinsed off all the soap and grabbed the shampoo to wash his hair. Once finished, he rinsed out all the shampoo and rinsed his body once more before turning the water off. With water still dripping off his body, Alia walked out of the shower area and grabbed a towel before heading to the locker area to get dressed. While getting dressed, Alia's mind started to drift through some older memories, memories thought to have been long forgotten.
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Visions, of so long ago, begin to flood back into Alia's mind. Memories, good memories, some not so good, that Alia thought were lost forever, began playing back in his mind. Alia, sat down on the floor, leaned back against a row of lockers, and let the memories flow.
Alia finds himself amongst tall Pines. Pine trees so tall, they seem to go all the way up to the One True God. He felt himself take in a deep breath of the clean and crisp air. There was a scent of pine and wild flowers in the air. Alia was completely relaxed and happy to be where he was at. He was living a life that was envied by most. Alia enjoyed where he was at in his life. He has a wonderful home, in a very beautiful area and a wonderful and beautiful wife to share it all with. Although Cylons were unable to procreate, Alia was okay with it. He had everything he ever wanted in his life. Alia followed the path he had been walking until he came to a clearing. He paused momentarily to gaze out where his home stood. He could see the smoke coming out of the chimney and noticed that his wife was sitting in a rocking chair on the porch. Alia continued along the path, toward his home, until he came upon an area where the wild flowers were growing. He paused just long enough to pick a few of the flowers before continuing on. Reaching his home, Alia approached his wife with the flowers in hand. Giving them to his wife, Alia leaned forward and gently kissed her, before taking her hand and leading her into the house. That night, they made passionate love. Holding each other in their arms and never wanting to let go. Alia did not know what he had done to deserve such a wonderful life. He just knew that he would not let anything or anyone take it away from him. The next morning, Alia woke to an empty bed. His wife had already gotten up and was moving about the house. He rolled out of bed, wrapped a house coat around his body, and walked out to the kitchen. Before reaching the kitchen, Alia's wife called out to him. The tone of her voice sounded different. There was a slight hesitation and yet a worried tone to her voice. Alia went into the kitchen and stopped next to his wife. "What is it Alicia?" Alia asked as he stopped at her side.
Alicia handed Alia an encrypted communication from the Cylon Home World. It had read that all Cylons were to report back to their duty stations. The humans had broke the treaty and war was upon us. Alia took the paper and placed it in the fire place where it quickly caught fire. Once it was nothing but ash, Alia turned toward Alicia. "Honey, you know what this means. We have to report back. It is our duty. Our duty to protect our fellow Cylon family. We took an oath and I plan to keep it. Please go pack and get ready to leave." Was the only thing Alia was able to say. He knew that war would be hard on their marriage, but they would get through it. War couldn't last forever. They would be back together in their home once it was over. Alia went to the den, opened the safe, and pulled out the weapons. Once the gear was donned, Alia walked out of the den to see what was keeping Alicia. As he walked into the bedroom, Alia noticed that Alicia was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her suitcase lay opened on the bed, but nothing was in it. She slowly raised her gazed to meet Alia's. Tears welling up in her eyes, Alicia's mouth was moving, but there were no words. After a moment had passed, Alicia was able to speak.
"Alia, I am so sorry, but I need to tell you something... Something that has been going on for quite some time now. Ever since we moved here, I have been becoming friends with our human neighbors. As time had passed, I found that I have fallen in love with the human race. Everything about them is what I have been missing in my life. I can not go back to the Cylons. I can not go back with you. I love the humans and I am going to join with them in this war. I am so sorry."
Alia could feel his anger rising quickly. He could not believe what he was hearing. Actions started happening before he could even speak a single word. As Alia was reaching for his firearm, he was struck in the back of the head. Laying on floor, fighting to stay conscious, Alia heard Alicia speaking to someone else in the room.
"No, if he is to be killed, I will do it myself." was the last thing he heard Alicia state before two shots rang out and the darkness took over Alia. It was unknown how much time had passed when Alia regained consciousness, but he was no longer in his house. He had been moved and placed out in amongst the pine trees. He tried getting to he feet, but agonizing pain shot through his entire abdomen and down his right leg. Alia was enraged. He could not believe that Alicia turned traitor. He had to get back and let his superiors know what has taken place.
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As the memory began to fade, Alia pulled himself up off the floor and sat down on a bench in front of a row of lockers. He reached into an open locker, pulled out the clothes, and started to get dressed. Once he was dressed, he got to his feet and exited the locker room with the intent to report to the CCC.
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