Hiding in plain view. ((open to anyone!))

[chiron_survivor]

She didn't flee to the Nexus immediately. At first, she was just in shock. The cylons were back, except this time, they were running the government. A "coalition" government, but everyone knew what that really meant.

It didn't make sense to her. They hated humans. Why not just destroy them and be done with it?

Her boyfriend assumed it was some sort of elaborate revenge plot, or a way to salvage the aspects of humanity the cylons considered worth keeping. He wanted her to agree with him, to be red-hot about it, too, but Adia was too distracted. She kept seeing Caspar's face -- the one she thought she knew -- and comparing it with the ones she kept seeing, wherever she went.

She could tell it was bothering him, that her attention was elsewhere.

Later, in the middle of the night when she knew she wouldn't be missed by any humans, and prayed she wouldn't be missed by any cylons, she PINpointed to the Nexus.

She sat at a Nexus terminal and typed out a message for anyone to read.

The cylons are on New Caprica.

Only then did she cry.

Comments

[chiron-survivor.livejournal.com]

"Why is it odd? A lot of cultures do it... what kind of instrument did the bard play?" And why has Martel only seen one? But this question comes to her belatedly, while she takes another sip of brandy. Maybe it's too difficult to make a living singing songs about the past.

The comment irritates her a little, but she tries not to take it personally. "The cylons that humans created were most like the Centurions, the ones that still look like robots. And a rudimentary form at that... they changed, after they fled the colonies. It's not like we ever had this sort of technology. It might as well be magic to us."

[nevertrustcrows.livejournal.com]

"Do they?" Excuse him, history and culture are not his strong points. "It just seems... difficult to keep facts alive through word-of-mouth. He was playing a..." Lichtenstein sits back and scratches his chin as he tries to recall. "I think it was guitar. Or a violin. It had strings."

"Hm. Evolution." Well, not really. Not real evolution. It was more like redesigning, but the thought is still amusing. "I wonder whether the majority of the next generation they created felt harder done by than the first."