Disclaimers: See part 1

The Truce

by

AJ Marks

Commander Adama stood rooted to his chair for several seconds at what he’d seen and heard. There on the screen in front of him was Commander Cain. It seemed impossible to his mind, but the man was there.

“Commander Cain,” Adama said, wondering what else would happen.

“Well, now that the pleasantries are out of the way I’m glad I finally found you,” Cain said. “I have a proposal for you.”

“We’re not headed back to the Cylons, Cain,” Adama said, he hoped he sounded firm enough.

“Headed towards the Cylons, no, well yes, but not the way you think. Perhaps you should wait until I arrive to discuss everything. I’ll be there shortly,” Cain replied.

“I look forward to it then Cain,” Adama said.

He sat back still in a bit of shock at what happened. Commander Cain and the Pegasus had survived the battle. He could not imagine what Cain had gone though. Adama then wondered if Cain knew the fleet had three battlestars instead of just the Galactica. Add in the Pegasus and the fleet now had four battlestars.

“Get me Captain Sheba,” Adama said, knowing the younger woman would want to know her father had survived.

Adama watched the shuttle from the Pegasus land on the hanger of the Galactica. Several crewmembers were waiting including Sheba and Cassiopia. Most had the same questions he had, how had the Pegasus survived the battle. The shuttle stopped allowing the door to open and Commander Cain to step out and greet everyone.

“Cain, it’s good to see you again,” Adama said, grasping Cain’s hand. “We thought for sure the Pegasus had been destroyed.”

“Well, it was a bit rough there for a while, but we managed,” Cain said, then looked over at Sheba and smiled.

“Daddy,” Sheba said, giving her father a hug.

“There were times I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” Cain said to his daughter. “Looks like I made a good decision.”

“Not to interrupt Cain, but what is it that’s so important,” Adama said. He had a feeling that if Cain had some plan it required a certain amount of timing, and he’d need time to think about it. He turned allowing Cain ahead as they headed toward the lift and Adama’s office.

“Oh, right,” Cain said, snapping back to himself. “We’ve got a problem not far from here. The Pegasus encountered a strange race that’s attacked us on more than one occasion. Now so far, I’ve been able to outsmart them, but I’ve noticed something strange about them, and they appear to be expanding, and heading this direction.”

“What about the Cylons?” Adama asked. He thought whoever this race was, they’d have to go though the Cylons first.

“The Cylons have been attacked, but that’s where I’ve noticed something strange,” Cain replied, entering the lift.

“What’s strange?” Adama asked. He had a feeling this is the real reason Cain had some back.

“I’ve noticed that if a Colonial warship is near a Cylon warship they won’t attack. I’ve yet to figure out why,” Cain replied.

“Cain, this doesn’t seem like out fight,” Adama said.

“It will be though, they are headed in this direction. We’ve been tracking them for some time, and they are headed this way,” Cain said.

“So, they’re headed this way, and I suppose you have a plan?” Adama said.

“Right again, but I need the help of the Galactica and her vipers to pull this off,” Cain said.

“Then you haven’t scanned the fleet carefully?” Adama asked. He had originally thought that Cain knew about the other battlestars, now he wasn’t so sure.

“No, just that the fleet was here,” Cain said, as they exited the lift and made their way across the hallway to Adama’s office.

“Then you haven’t seen the Hyperion and Agamemnon,” Adama replied sitting down behind his desk.

“The what?” Cain asked, sitting down as well.

“The battlestars Hyperion and Agamemnon,” Adama replied.

“We have four battlestars?”

“With the addition of the Pegasus, yes,” Adama replied. He wondered if that would change what Cain had planned.

“Well then, that makes my idea a bit easier,” Cain said leaning back in the chair. “I was prepared to try and argue my point to having the Galactica come with me, but I just need one battlestar to carry out my plan.”

“All right, and what is your plan this time, no surprises Cain if you want my help,” Admaa said. He understood how Cain thought and didn’t want any surprises, not with the Cylons right on his tail now.

“Okay, as I said, when a Colonial and Cylon warship are close by they don’t attack, I want to use that to my advantage,” Cain said.

Adama sat back contemplating this. He understood what Cain was saying, but working with the Cylons, the thought seemed too strange to contemplate.

“Adama you know me, I hate the Cylons with every fiber of my being, but this enemy, we need to defeat it now, not later,” Cain said leaning forward.

“It’s a bit hard for me to comprehend Cain, joining forces with a race that destroyed out home to fight another race,” Adama said.

“Exactly,” Cain said.

“Have you finally gone mad,” Adama stated. He had to ask the question.

“Not yet Adama, though I can see why you think so,” Cain replied. “Whoever this race is, they’ve attacked me as well. The Pegasus’ engines and weapons were not that damaged, and I was able to outrun them, the fleet won’t be able to. We have to stop them now!”

“But who are they,” Adama asked. HE wanted more information on this unknown, new enemy. “What if they’re advanced basestars?”

“I thought about that, but I’ve seen them fighting the Cylons several times. In fact I’ve intercepted communications that the Cylon Empire has pulled tremendous resources to fight this new enemy,” Cain replied.

“I’ll need some time to think about it,” Adama said.

“Don’t take too long, we might not have that long,” Cain said.

“In the meantime I want to transfer some vipers back to the Pegasus,” Adama said.

“Very well,” Cain replied.

“By the way, you won’t know of a battlestar under construction at the Delphian Empire?” Adama asked.

“Delphians,” Cain said leaning back thinking about it. “Yes, yes I do, forgot all about that. I gave them information about our battlestars when the war didn’t appear to be going well for us. I hoped to return back, then the Fifth Fleet was destroyed, then the Colonies, guess I forgot about it.”

“You gave away plans for a battlestar to another race!” Adama stated. He didn’t like that idea at all.

“I had to Adama, you know the Council wasn’t doing anything, even with you trying. They were stubborn that way,” Cain said.

“You still went against the Council’s wishes,” Adama said, though privately he had to admit Cain was right.

“And if I hadn’t then you wouldn’t have three battlestars to help protect the fleet,” Cain replied right back.

“This will be a circular argument,” Adama said.

A knock on the door interrupted any other conversation between the two. Adama gave permission wondering who would be interrupting their conversation. He felt only slight surprise when Crystal walked into the room.

“Oh, I didn’t know you had company Commander,” she said.

“Come in, this is Commander Cain, an old friend,” Adama said motioning for her to have a seat. “Cain, this is Crystal.”

“Hello,” she said to Cain, before turning to Adama. “I, well, this is unusual for me.”

Adama could see some, well, fear on her face. He waited patiently for her to sort through it all. He wondered if it had something to do with her abilities, something new that she hadn’t experienced before.

“I’ve been getting a strange feeling lately, something tugging me, but almost, malicious intent, and it seems to be getting closer,” Crystal said.

Adama glanced over at Cain who appeared to be thinking the same thing. Perhaps Crystal had picked up on this new enemy somehow. And if she felt danger then Adama felt he needed to do something about it.

“All right Cain, I’ll let one battlestar go. I’ll inform the Hyperion for this, she might survive the best,” Adama replied.

“Good, I’ll make sure to bring her back in one piece,” Cain said.

“I hope so Cain, I hope you come back in one piece as well,” Adama said.

He watched Cain rise and leave the room.

Adama walked onto the bridge of the Galactia knowing he had to contact Omega with the news. He didn’t have to wait long before Omega appeared on the screen.

“Omega, I don’t know if you’ve heard that the Pegasus has returned again, but I want you to take the Hyperion and go with the Pegasus to find out what’s going on,” Adama said.

“I’d heard the Pegasus was back, but what’s going on?” Omega asked.

“Seems like there might be a new enemy out there, that’s what the Hyperion and Pegasus are going to do,” Adama said.

“All right, I’ll have the Hyperion break and head to meet with the Pegasus at once then,” Omega replied.

“Good, be careful, I want to see you and the Hyperion in one piece again, and if possible the Pegasus as well,” Adama said.

“I’ll try my best commander,” Omega replied.

Adama watched the screen go dark before he switched the communications to the Agamemnon to tell Tigh what had happened.

“Commander, what’s up?” Tigh asked.

“I wanted to let you know the Hyperion is going with the Pegasus so we’re going to have to redeploy our patrols,” Adama said.

“Thought I saw the Pegasus on the scanners,” Tigh said. “All right, I’ll have Rigel work on it at once then.”

“Good,” Adama said. The screen went dark and he turned to look out across the bridge. Everyone working at their stations, doing their jobs making sure the fleet was protected. “By the Lords of Kobal, I hope you know what you’re doing,” Adama whispered to himself.

The battlestar Hyperion turned away from the fleet heading towards the Pegasus. Adama watched on the screen hoping to see both battlestars return. He also understood that with Cain anything would be possible.

“Commander, what do you think is going on,” Athena said, from where she sat.

“I’m not sure Athena,” Adama replied. “I only hope they can handle it.”

“If Commander Cain can’t figure it out, it’ll be a real threat,” Athena said.

“That’s what really worries me,” Adama said. He hoped Cain could figure it out and defeat it.

Cain watched on the scanners as the Hyperion caught up to the Pegasus. He hoped his plan would work, what little plan he had. The last time he tried to get a plan to work with Adama he’d almost cost them the entire fleet. This time, however, he wasn’t leaving the fleet unprotected, he’d learned that lesson. And after this threat was finished, then, perhaps, he’d be able to go after the Cylons at long last.

“Talon,” Cain said, looking over to his second-in-command.

“Scanners show nothing but normal contacts commander,” Talon replied.

“Good, tell the Hyperion to follow us,” Cain said.

“Where are we going?” Talon asked.

“Straight toward the Cylons,” Cain replied, seeing the shocked look on Talon’s face.

Adama stood on the bridge watching the Hyperion head away from the fleet. He hoped he made the right decision in allowing the battlestar to go with Cain.

“Commander,” he heard Crystal say. Turning he saw her standing there with another strange look on her face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I was just wondering if I shouldn’t have gone along,” Crystal said. “This, well, disturbance, it’s pretty large, unnatural.”

“Unnatural?” Adama asked. He hadn’t had much experience in such feelings. Could Crystal really feel that much about this unknown enemy, and if so, why?

“It’s a fleeting thing, coming and going, but each time getting stronger,” Crystal replied.

“Perhaps Cain is right, this enemy is only gaining strength, you can feel them,” Adama asked.

“Yes,” Crystal replied.

Adama thought about that for several seconds. Having a person who could actually feel the enemy could give Cain a huge advantage.

“I think you’re probably right then,” Adama said. “I think Aaron is still on board, he can shuttle you over to the Hyperion. I’ll let him know and you can meet him in the hanger.”

He watched Crystal leave the bridge before he turned to talk to Cain about the latest development. He didn’t have to wait long before Cain’s face appeared on the screen.

“What’s up Adama?” Cain asked.

“Remember Crystal, the young woman you met during the meeting?” Adama asked.

“Yes, interesting young girl,” Cain said.

“I’m sending her to help you out,” Adama said. “She thinks she can help you out.”

“Are you sure a combat zone is for someone like her? Her abilities might be useful someday,” Cain said.

“She’s stronger than you probably think, and used to such situations all ready. She thinks she can help, and she might be able to. Keep an open mind Cain, that’s all I ask,” Adama said.

“You know me, never one to pass up an advantage,” Cain replied. “I’ll look forward to talking with her then.”

“That’s all I ask for, and you bringing back the Pegasus and Hyperion back in one piece,” Adama said.

“Right,” Cain said, ending the conversation.

Adama looked at the screen hoping that he’d see the man again. For that reason he hadn’t released that information to the rest of the fleet. If Cain came back he might, but until then, he’d wait.

Omega watched patiently for his new guest to arrive on board. The shuttle had caught up rather quickly and didn’t slow them down. The sound of people walking towards him caused him to turn. He watched a pilot, along with a dark haired young woman, approach him. The pilot had to be Aaron, and the woman, Crystal. He privately hoped she would be able to help.

“Commander Omega, Private Aaron reporting for duty on board the Hyperion,” Aaron said to him.

“Welcome aboard, report to purple squad while you’re on board,” Omega replied.

“Thank you sir,” he replied.

Omega watched Aaron exchange glances with the young woman before leaving the bridge. He wondered what the young woman could bring to the upcoming events. He did feel it a bit strange that she didn’t offer to shake his hand. He did remember something about a mission Apollo and Starbuck were on before the Cylons had found them again.

“I’m Commander Omega,” he finally said.

“Crystal,” the woman replied.

“Commander Adama thinks you can help?” Omega asked.

“Actually, I thought I could,” Crystal said. “I can feel them, I think.”

Omega thought about that, not sure he wanted to know much more than that. So far the entire mission seemed strange. An unknown enemy, made even stranger with the fact Cain had shown up, and now, Crystal coming aboard saying she could feel them. Omega felt all this added up to nothing good.

“I’ll let Commander Cain know you’re aboard then,” Omega said.

“Thank you, tell him when he’s ready to talk, let me know,” Crystal replied.

Omega thought he heard a bit of strength in her voice, something she’d need when talking to Cain.

“In the meantime, I’ll set up a temporary quarters for you,” Omega said.

“I could do that commander,” Brie said standing up.

“All right,” Omega said. He watched the two women leave the bridge before turned to contact Cain. Cain answered quicker than Omega had expected, and now had the commander face on the screen. “Our visitor, Crystal is aboard.”

“Yes, Adama said she was on the way,” Cain said. “Not sure yet how much she’ll help though.”

“She said you could contact her when you’re ready,” Omega said.

“Well, we’re still a day or so away from my first objective, so I’ll let her settle in first,” Cain said.

“Anything we should do to prepare?” Omega asked.

“Nope, just follow for now, I’ll probably have some orders for you soon, but not yet. Tell your crew to get some rest for now, I’ll contact you with further orders,” Cain said.

“I will commander,” Omega replied, watching the screen go dark.

Omega glanced around the bridge wonder once more what he and the Hyperion were about to get involved in.

Brie walked alongside Crystal. So, this was the person who her brother had been talking so much about. She tried looking at her with a side glance. She was a bit taller than Brie, dark hair compared to her own light hair. She wondered if the rumors were true about the woman.

“So, I hear you’re not from the Colonies?” Brie asked.

“No, a planet you stopped at,” Crystal replied.

“Why didn’t you stay, I mean why come all this way when you had a home,” Brie asked.

“I didn’t have much of a home,” Crystal said. “I wasn’t welcome, and considered a witch. I think they were waiting for a good way to try and kill me.”

“A witch?” Brie replied. The word sounded strange to her, even stranger that people actually believed in such things.

“My people still were using horses and swords, telepaths are unknown among them,” Crystal said.

Brie almost stumbled at that comment. She wondered about the contact the patrol had done which caused her to return. She also wondered about the fact she looked human, yet how could they be so far behind in terms of technology. She decided to switch to another conversation.

“So you and my brother?” she asked.

“I’m not surreally sure,” Crystal replied. “I’m getting used to everything, but he and Commander Adama have been wonderful. Aaron knows I have a lot of baggage, and he’s been there for me in spite of it.”

“He is like that,” Brie stated. “So, do you really think you can help with this, this, strange new race?”

“Yes I do,” Crystal replied. “I don’t know why, but I can hear them calling, someone calling. It’s strange.”

“Could be a trap?” Brie said, asking the question she first thought of. She hadn’t wanted to say it, but with the responsibility of thousands she worked to make sure they stayed safe.

“I don’t think so, but with people keeping an eye for a trap, we hopefully won’t fall for it,” Crystal said.

“So, what do you feel?” Brie asked, entering the lift to take them to the quarters deck.

“It’s hard to explain, something until recently I never had people ask about. People either avoided me or used me,” Crystal said, pushing a lock of black hair behind her ear.

Brie waited in silence listening to the lift and engine. She really hoped Crystal would answer, partly because she was curious about such feelings.

“Well, I guess you could say it’s being drawn in a direction. You don’t know why, only it feels different, like something’s out of place, not right,” Crystal said.

“I see,” Brie said.

The doors to the lift opened allowing them out. Brie led Crystal down the hallway towards some quarters that Crystal could use.

“I’m afraid that you’ll have to share with one of our flight operators,” Brie said. “I hope that’s not a problem?”

“No, I’ve learned a lot since I left my home, and Adama said I might have to share a room,” Crystal said.

“I don’t know what you’re quarters are like on the Galactica, but we’re still working everything out here,” Brie said.

“That’s something I’ve learned about the Colonies, you work things out no matter how bad,” Crystal replied. “I’m sorry to hear about your worlds though.”

“Yeah, we fell for a trick once, it won’t work again, we can’t afford it,” Brie replied, arriving at the room in question.

“So, do you think this Earth exists?” Crystal asked.

“Some say it doesn’t, personally, I hope so. I want to believe, but I’m also a realist who had to think about what if it doesn’t, or if we never find it, space is a large place, or they might have destroyed themselves,” Brie answered.

“A harsh way of living, but has a protective element,” Crystal said evenly.

“Well, I should probably get back to the bridge,” Brie said. “If you have any question, call.”

“I will,” Crystal replied.

Brie walked out thinking about everything she heard. So, Crystal was a telepath? Brie wondered if the woman had picked up anything she’d been thinking. She hoped that some thought the woman hadn’t picked up on. Deciding to that the conversation now was over she’d get back to work and worry about anything Crystal had picked up on later.

Specter glanced at the scanner once more reviewing everything he’d seen. So something didn’t make any sense about the latest intelligence from the enemy. The report stated that twice the enemy had retreated and not attacked. What had been different then? He knew it had nothing to do with the fleet size, one had been a patrol do raiders, the other two basestars.

“Is this everything?’ Specter asked.

“Yes,” the centurion replied.

Specter, if he could have, would have sighed. He turned back to the screen knowing that something had to be missing. He didn’t like not having all the intelligence to make an informed decision about this new enemy.

“Commander, we’re getting a new reading from a new direction,” the centurion said. “It’s coming from the direction of the Colonial fleet.”

Specter wondered if Lucifer, or perhaps Baltar, were trying to interfere in his command. The Imperious Leader had given command of sector 17 to him, not someone else. He would be the one to solve this new enemy problem. The last thing he wanted, another IL series Cylon, like Lucifer, butting in. Lucifer, as far as Specter was concerned, could rust behind Baltar and his bumbling leadership.

“Who is it?” Specter finally asked.

“Communications from a Colonial warship,” the centurion replied.

Specter turned around quickly wanting to see the report for himself. A Colonial warship indeed appeared trying to make contact with them. He looked over wanting to see the message. Reading though he realized the Colonials had some encounters with this new unknown enemy. The person sending the message, that surprised him, the legendary Commander Cain.

He thought about what type of reply he should send. He understood that not since the destruction of the Colonies were the Cylons so close to destroying the Humans. Now he, Specter, appeared in the right place, at the right time.

“We shall reply,” Specter said. “Send this message, we agree, and shall come to them.”

“By your command,” the centurion replied, turning around to head out of the command room.

Cain waited on the bridge of the Pegasus, hoping that the reply would be the one he wanted. He needed the Cylons for the upcoming battle. He also had to be wary about them. He knew that the Cylons didn’t like humans, and the Cylons might not talk, but attack instead.

“Commander, incoming message from the Cylons, they’ll talk,” Tolan replied.

“Get me the Hyperion,” Cain said. He only had to wait a moment before Omega’s face appeared. “Omega, the Cylons have agreed to talk. Transfer Crystal over to the Pegasus, and put the Hyperion at extreme scanner range. I don’t want the Cylons to know we have two battlestar at the moment.”

“Understood Commander,” Omega replied.

Cain reviewed the message, they would come to him. He wondered how much time he had before the Cylons arrived. He only hoped the Hyperion had retreated far enough away.

Cain leaned back, his short meeting with Crystal had been informative. The young woman in a strange way reminded him of, well, himself. Her only fault, she appeared too shy at first appearances, but once past that, the woman became quite a force.

“Commander, incoming Cylon basestar,” Talon said.

“Now we see how much the Cylons have been hurt by this new enemy,” Cain said.

Cain glanced back to the scanner watching the approaching basestar. The crew of the Pegasus had been placed on alert, just in case the Cylons decided to attack.

“Incoming message from the Cylons, where shall we meet?” Tolan asked.

“Tell them I extend the courtesy of using the Pegasus for a meeting place,” Cain replied. A risk, but better to risk the Pegasus than the Hyperion, and he doubted the Cylons had a meeting place on board a basestar. “Also tell the Hyperion that the Cylons have arrived.”

“I’ll relay the message commander,” Tolan said.

Omega watched the scanners closely. The last message from the Pegasus indicated the Cylons had arrived. So far communications hadn’t been jammed, that, Omega hoped, was good news.

Crystal had already gone over, taken over by Aaron. He wondered what Cain and her had talked about.

He glanced around at the crew noticing the slight tension in the atmosphere. The only thing they could do at the moment was wait. His orders from Cain stated for him to return to the fleet in case of an attack.

“Commander, long range scanner indicate one Cylon raider,” Brie said.

“Now we’ll see what happens next,” Omega said. He tried to remain calm for the the rest of the bridge crew.

Specter walked out of the raider glancing around at the interior of the Colonial warship. They had detailed plan but he had never seen one from the inside. They also understood that due to the long service life of the battlestars most had been rebuilt, upgraded numerous times making each battlestar a bit unique. He noticed a human standing nearby, as uneasy about him as he was of the human.

“Commander Cain is waiting for you, please follow me,” the human said. Specter could hear the slight strain in the human’s voice. It appeared the humans were not happy about this meeting, oh well, at least he’d be able to meet this legendary Commander Cain, before he destroyed him.

Specter, and one Centurion, followed down the corridor to a lift that would take them off the hanger deck. Specter thought how easy it would be to kill this one human in the lift and wreak havoc in the battelstar, instead though his curiosity got the better of him. He wanted to see what Cain had to say, he understood there’d be time later for the humans.

The door opened allowing the three off. He followed the human down the corridor opening a door to a human meeting room. This part of the Pegasus hadn’t changed Specter noted to himself. Walking inside he saw several others, one male in command uniform, another female in what appeared to be a strange bridge uniform, with dark hair.

“I don’t suppose you want a seat?” the male said.

“We are quite comfortable in standing. Unlike humans, we Cylons are designed to remain standing for extended periods of time,” Specter said.

“Whatever, I’m Commander Cain,” the man said. Specter noticed that Cain, true to the man’s reputation didn’t seem fazed by the insult Specter had said.

“I am Specter, an IL series Cylon of obvious superior capabilities to anything except the Imperious Leader himself,” Specter said, proudly.

“Don’t seem that superior from where I’m sitting,” Cain said. “At least that is unless you understand this new enemy out there?”

“We will understand that enemy,” Specter replied.

“Then you’ve noticed that when a Colonial warship, and a Cylon warship are together, they don’t attack,” Cain stated.

Specter hadn’t expected to hear something like that. Did the humans see something he had not? It might explain some of the encounters, but he had no information about a Colonial warship in Sector 17.

“Perhaps, but how do you know about this, enemy?” Specter asked.

“Because, I’ve been following them as well,” Cain replied. “Twice when they approached us, there were Cylon forces nearby, and the enemy turned away. The other time they attacked us.”

Specter made note that Cain didn’t say how he survived the encounter. He did, however, want more information about such encounters.

“So, what do we do with this information, co-exist, I doubt that,” Specter said.

“No, but a, well, truce, for a while, to find out their weakness,” Cain answered. “I don’t like this either, and it’s taking all of my control to not order you destroyed. But I rather have the enemy I know, then the enemy I don’t.”

Specter thought about that for several seconds. Cain spoke the truth, they didn’t know much about this enemy yet. Perhaps he could send this information back home and a few battlestars could be constructed, or even keep a few humans alive, like a shield against this enemy. Either way he needed information about the enemy.

“All right, what are you proposing?” Specter finally asked.

“Like I stated earlier, a truce between the two of us, until we find out more about this new enemy,” Cain said.

“And how do you propose we do that, if they flee whenever our two races are together,” Specter asked. He wondered if Cain had thought about that yet.

“That’s where I come in,” the woman said, speaking up for the first time.

Specter looked over at her. She didn’t have the fear of the Cylons in her eyes as others did. Interesting, he thought to himself. Who was she, and why did she think she could help.

“I can feel them,” she said.

Specter didn’t know what to say about that. That information was illogical to him, and what was this ‘feel’ thing? He did realize he follow though, and hopefully gain a bit more intelligence out of them.

“All right, we work together for now. Do you have a plan?” Specter asked.

“Just a slight simple plan, keep in range, and we’ll stay on the edge of scanner range. I have an additional warship to help out. If we space ourselves one cylon ship, Colonial ship, Cylon, Colonial, Cylon we can cover a large amount of territory. And I don’t think either of us would be comfortable in having a Cylon aboard a Colonial ship, or a human on board a Cylon ship,” Cain said.

“Probably not commander, but it could be a way to test another theory,” Specter said. “See if they can spot a human on board a Cylon ship and then not attack.”

“We’ll try it this way first, that can be a backup plan,” Cain said.

“Of course, I’ll head back and get things ready,” Specter said. Things were going along very well, and if his plans continued, he’d be rid of the legendary Commander Cain shortly.

End of the Truce

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