Gaius Baltar (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nomoremrnicegaius) wrote2012-07-13 08:58 pm
nomoremrnicegaius) wrote2012-07-13 08:58 pm
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"I thought now might be a good time for us to talk."
Gaius turns his eyes away from the shadow he's following -- one of the men in the videos he mentioned to Natasha a month before -- to look at the blonde who has suddenly decided to make an appearance next to him.
"A good time to talk?" he asks, keeping pace with the figure in front of him. "You do realize what I'm doing, don't you?"
"This is important, Gaius. It's about your future. Your part in God's plan."
Gaius turns a corner after the shadow and Six walks alongside him. The lights flicker overhead ominously, and for a second, Gaius almost swears that the shadow he's following flickers with it.
He turns and looks at her, though he's still walking. "What is it?" he asks tersely.
"You need to take control of the station."
"Are you serious?" he repeats, shooting her a quick incredulous look as they continue to chase after their shadow.
"Your captors are able to take anyone from any time, from any place. Don't you think that it's possible that whatever they used to bring you here could just as easily put you back?"
"You think it's here?" he asks. "Aboard this station?"
"No," she says. "I think it is the station."
Gaius stops, letting their shadow round a corner and disappear out of view. His own personal theories on who their captors were and what they wanted varied from day-to-day. Lately, though, he became increasingly convinced that their captor was an artificial intelligence that existed only within the station itself, without any real physical body outside of the station and any networked electronics on it.
The device -- the one that brought them all here -- being part of the station itself is a theory that Gaius finds easy to swallow. But still, he needs convincing.
"You know-- You know I don't want to go back there. Convince me," he says, head raised challengingly. "Why should I want to do anything that will get me off this station and back to my own reality?"
"Because," she says, smile growing on her lips, "if they can abduct people from any point in time, any place in time, surely, you can go back to any time you want."
Before the Fall, he realizes. If he were to gain control of the station, even temporarily, he could change everything. Stop himself from living the years of torment aboard the Galactica and New Caprica and the Basestar after it. Live a normal life again, a life where he was important and respected and loved by many, many, many beautiful women...
"You really think I can do this?" he asks stiffly.
"I wouldn't have brought it up if I didn't think you were capable," she says, letting her hands snake across his shoulders. "Surely, if the people here before could do it, so could the genius prodigy of the Twelve Colonies."
"It's going to be harder now," he insists, because there's no way that it won't be; the station can hardly be content to let their captives up and vanish at their leisure. "We're only going to have one chance to do this," he says, and suddenly he's all nerves again. "One chance. If we screw this up--"
"You won't, Gaius," she says with absolute certainty. "Because God doesn't want you staying here."
And when Six leans down to bring her lips to meet his own, Gaius can hardly bring himself to argue.
Gaius turns his eyes away from the shadow he's following -- one of the men in the videos he mentioned to Natasha a month before -- to look at the blonde who has suddenly decided to make an appearance next to him.
"A good time to talk?" he asks, keeping pace with the figure in front of him. "You do realize what I'm doing, don't you?"
"This is important, Gaius. It's about your future. Your part in God's plan."
Gaius turns a corner after the shadow and Six walks alongside him. The lights flicker overhead ominously, and for a second, Gaius almost swears that the shadow he's following flickers with it.
He turns and looks at her, though he's still walking. "What is it?" he asks tersely.
"You need to take control of the station."
"Are you serious?" he repeats, shooting her a quick incredulous look as they continue to chase after their shadow.
"Your captors are able to take anyone from any time, from any place. Don't you think that it's possible that whatever they used to bring you here could just as easily put you back?"
"You think it's here?" he asks. "Aboard this station?"
"No," she says. "I think it is the station."
Gaius stops, letting their shadow round a corner and disappear out of view. His own personal theories on who their captors were and what they wanted varied from day-to-day. Lately, though, he became increasingly convinced that their captor was an artificial intelligence that existed only within the station itself, without any real physical body outside of the station and any networked electronics on it.
The device -- the one that brought them all here -- being part of the station itself is a theory that Gaius finds easy to swallow. But still, he needs convincing.
"You know-- You know I don't want to go back there. Convince me," he says, head raised challengingly. "Why should I want to do anything that will get me off this station and back to my own reality?"
"Because," she says, smile growing on her lips, "if they can abduct people from any point in time, any place in time, surely, you can go back to any time you want."
Before the Fall, he realizes. If he were to gain control of the station, even temporarily, he could change everything. Stop himself from living the years of torment aboard the Galactica and New Caprica and the Basestar after it. Live a normal life again, a life where he was important and respected and loved by many, many, many beautiful women...
"You really think I can do this?" he asks stiffly.
"I wouldn't have brought it up if I didn't think you were capable," she says, letting her hands snake across his shoulders. "Surely, if the people here before could do it, so could the genius prodigy of the Twelve Colonies."
"It's going to be harder now," he insists, because there's no way that it won't be; the station can hardly be content to let their captives up and vanish at their leisure. "We're only going to have one chance to do this," he says, and suddenly he's all nerves again. "One chance. If we screw this up--"
"You won't, Gaius," she says with absolute certainty. "Because God doesn't want you staying here."
And when Six leans down to bring her lips to meet his own, Gaius can hardly bring himself to argue.