Chapter 29 - Too little too late
Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2021 2:45 pm
A second cylon basestar had jumped into orbit. Its occupants appeared to be less than impressed over the events that had transpired here. Several bio-cylons poured over data and discussed what must have happened. A 3 spoke up, “Let me get this straight. An obsolete battlestar not only manages to re-constitute itself, but it destroys an outpost and one of our baseships. Someone want to tell me what makes this group of people so damn special?”
A 6 model approached her, “I’m sure it’s all part of god’s plan.” And one of the Leoben’s laughed saying that perhaps there were some humans aboard the Argus that had destinies yet to fulfill. The 6 gave him a look of disdain and made it clear that god didn’t bless anyone aboard the Poseidon or in the Persuis scrap yard with a destiny. “This is just part of a story that gets told over and over again. And every story has an interesting sub plot. We will get them eventually.” Just then an 8 walked into the area holding several folders with a perturbed look on her face. The 3 enquired what was the problem. “I’m not so certain that none of them have a part in this story.” They all looked at her quizzically. “The ship is called the Argus, aka Argo, named after the ship used in the myth of the search for the Golden Fleece.” The 3 laughed; she felt certain that god didn’t have master plan for old battlestars.
“I just finished looking at captain Reeves personnel file and found something interesting.” A Leoben cocked his head as the 3 asked for the 8 to proceed. “Well Scott is his middle name. His given first name is Jason.” The 6 groaned saying that the pagan myths weren’t anymore real than their gods and the vocal 3 quickly added that she wasn’t prepared to take it this seriously.
Undaunted the 8 continued, “He never knew who his father was and lost his mother at an early age. His adopted father’s name was Heron. He and his wife were clergy dedicated to Athena and operated a homeless shelter. Before joining the colonial fleet he completed clerical studies and was about to dedicate his life to the service of Hera. But for reasons unknown, he refused to take his final vows and re-entered university, under a military bill, and obtained a graduate degree majoring in computer programming and engineering.
Leoben quickly drew the final conclusions, pointing out that in the myth, the god Poseidon was Jason’s real father. He then roared with laughter because the Poseidon was the battlestar, from which Captain Reeve rescued the crew. Debate about pagan gods aside, as far as he was concerned this was sufficient proof that something they hadn’t factored in was occurring, and it too was part of the never-ending story. Pursing her lips the 3 turned her attention back to the immediate and enquired how long ago did the Argus jump, and if there were any survivors. One of the cylons models that looked like lieutenant Lapointe, but was addressed as Simon by Mr. Creepy, spoke up. “The highbred estimates they got away within an hour of destroying the baseship; perhaps about 15 minutes ago. Due to the destruction of the resurrection facility on the surface, and us with our resurrection ship being was out of range, there are no survivors. And any signals remaining would probably be contaminated by the nuclear blast. Trying to save anyone would only be cruel.”
Then 6 folded her arms muttering, “Jason and the Argonauts… How wonderful ?”
A 6 model approached her, “I’m sure it’s all part of god’s plan.” And one of the Leoben’s laughed saying that perhaps there were some humans aboard the Argus that had destinies yet to fulfill. The 6 gave him a look of disdain and made it clear that god didn’t bless anyone aboard the Poseidon or in the Persuis scrap yard with a destiny. “This is just part of a story that gets told over and over again. And every story has an interesting sub plot. We will get them eventually.” Just then an 8 walked into the area holding several folders with a perturbed look on her face. The 3 enquired what was the problem. “I’m not so certain that none of them have a part in this story.” They all looked at her quizzically. “The ship is called the Argus, aka Argo, named after the ship used in the myth of the search for the Golden Fleece.” The 3 laughed; she felt certain that god didn’t have master plan for old battlestars.
“I just finished looking at captain Reeves personnel file and found something interesting.” A Leoben cocked his head as the 3 asked for the 8 to proceed. “Well Scott is his middle name. His given first name is Jason.” The 6 groaned saying that the pagan myths weren’t anymore real than their gods and the vocal 3 quickly added that she wasn’t prepared to take it this seriously.
Undaunted the 8 continued, “He never knew who his father was and lost his mother at an early age. His adopted father’s name was Heron. He and his wife were clergy dedicated to Athena and operated a homeless shelter. Before joining the colonial fleet he completed clerical studies and was about to dedicate his life to the service of Hera. But for reasons unknown, he refused to take his final vows and re-entered university, under a military bill, and obtained a graduate degree majoring in computer programming and engineering.
Leoben quickly drew the final conclusions, pointing out that in the myth, the god Poseidon was Jason’s real father. He then roared with laughter because the Poseidon was the battlestar, from which Captain Reeve rescued the crew. Debate about pagan gods aside, as far as he was concerned this was sufficient proof that something they hadn’t factored in was occurring, and it too was part of the never-ending story. Pursing her lips the 3 turned her attention back to the immediate and enquired how long ago did the Argus jump, and if there were any survivors. One of the cylons models that looked like lieutenant Lapointe, but was addressed as Simon by Mr. Creepy, spoke up. “The highbred estimates they got away within an hour of destroying the baseship; perhaps about 15 minutes ago. Due to the destruction of the resurrection facility on the surface, and us with our resurrection ship being was out of range, there are no survivors. And any signals remaining would probably be contaminated by the nuclear blast. Trying to save anyone would only be cruel.”
Then 6 folded her arms muttering, “Jason and the Argonauts… How wonderful ?”