Battlestar Galactica: Original Series Continuation - 04 - Rebellion by Richard Hatch & Alan Rodgers

Author:Richard Hatch & Alan Rodgers [Hatch, Richard & Rodgers, Alan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, General, Science Fiction
ISBN: 9780743445030
Google: ZJEJAAAACAAJ
Amazon: 0743445031
Publisher: I Books
Published: 2002-06-25T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

APOLLO BELIEVED that he knew where Koren was. It was only a matter of traveling two decks to find out if his instincts were true, but the cursed alarm began to signal him as soon as he left his quarters.

Baltar. Escaped again!

Swearing under his breath, Apollo stood, turning to see his bane heading straight toward him.

"Baltar, I don't have time for this," Apollo said. "I've got a lost boy to find, not to mention a bomb, and a rebellion in full swing."

"Bad news, Apollo?" Baltar asked.

"As if you care! You've been less helpful than a three-legged daggit," Apollo growled, shouldering his way past the older, smaller man.

"You've had visions," Baltar said. "So have I."

"Baltar!" Apollo cried in frustration. "I don't have the time. This rebel and the Council have gone mad.

We've got traitors in our midst. I've had to declare—"

"Yourself as the sole dictator of the fleet," Baltar said, smiling. "Isn't that what you've always wanted, Apollo? Just like Adama. No politics, no pesky civilians mucking about in the all-important affairs of command?"

"You're the one obsessed with power, Baltar. Don't charge me with your own failings."

"We are each mirrors," Baltar said softly. "And none of us so different as we would imagine."

"Baltar, in five million yahrens, you and I could never have a single thing in common," Apollo said. The very thought of it was beyond Apollo. Baltar was greed and selfishness personified. If there was any kind of mirror reflecting them, it was reversed; if Apollo was matter, then Baltar was anti-matter. Baltar wouldn't know honor and duty if it presented itself to him as an opportunity to be the richest dictator in the universe, ruling over Cylons and people alike. Baltar was so twisted that he'd somehow find a way to evade even the duty he so desired, the terrible urge for domination and power and respect that had driven him to destroy his life, and the lives of countless others, on Caprica, Gemoni, and the other ten colonies.

Respect had to be earned, Apollo thought. As his father Adama had earned it. And Baltar had so foolishly, blindly thrown away what little he had earned.

"Things are not always as they seem," Baltar said. "Choose your enemies wisely, Apollo."

"Baltar, what are you talking about?" Apollo asked. "We're in full rebellion. I'm going to deal with it personally." It was no vision that he'd had—it was pure instinct. There was no way that Jinkrat would have spirited his own son away. The man's anger was real. And that left… Apollo couldn't believe it, but there was only one way to know for certain. If only Baltar would—Apollo paused, suddenly wondering how Baltar had gotten his news, since Tigh and Athena had left only microns earlier. "How did you know of this?" he asked.

"I have my sources," Baltar said, cryptically.

"Spying!" Apollo cried.

"No," Baltar said. "Do you think you are the only individual on Galactica with any type of insight?"

Apollo gestured in complete frustration. "Baltar, look," he said.

"Either you help, or you don't.

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