+1 Cylon to the Nexus

[fiveofnone]

There is a man standing near the vending machines in the Plaza, dressed in a well-tailored, peacock blue suit. He looks like he could get you an excellent rate on your second mortgage, but you'd be wise to double-check the fine print before you sign anything. As he fixes himself a cup of coffee, he glances periodically at the people who pass by, his expression perfectly neutral. Although the more astute might pick up on the way he tugs at the cuffs of his sleeves impatiently, as if wishing he were somewhere else.

Finally, he sighs. "Okay. Listen up. Adia asked me to come here because she thought it'd be good for me to make some friends, so if you see her, you can tell her that we chatted and save yourself the actual trouble. All right? I'm sure we're all very busy people."

He takes a sip from his to-go cup and grimaces. "On second thought, can anyone tell me where I can get a decent coffee around here? I can't believe she's been drinking this stuff for the past three years.."

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[fiveofnone]

Well, that's fair. She is a champion to a whole mess of humans, she wouldn't look kindly on anyone who actively participated in genocide. "I doubt I'd be here in the first place," he says plainly. "For better or for worse, I'm not like my brothers. You can thank Adia for that."

He listens to her explanation with subdued interest. Comrades from the beginning, it sounds like. Even a cataclysmic loss of information couldn't shake that foundation. He'd be lying if he said that he wasn't at least a little jealous. Not that he wants a bunch of human friends... but it would make things easier for Adia.

(And himself, but he's not above lying there.)

"Civilian life." He smirks, imagining Blaze in a gardening hat. "But not you? You enjoy the fighting? What do you fight?"

The very end of the last battle in the Cylon War was not a pretty time for Caspar. If that Six hadn't found him, he would have gotten his wish. But, as soon as Ghost comments on his current state, his expression lightens. "Now? It doesn't matter what I've lost. Adia's alive, and happy, and she's taken me back. I can't ask for anything else."

[rekindledtitan]

"All down to her, huh? Well, as formative influences go I'd say you got lucky." Though considering the circumstances he was born into, Blaze figures he's owed something to counterbalance them.

"Heh. I live for the fighting." There's no shame in her admission. If you're called yo a path, why not embrace it? "We fight the aliens occupying our system - and the power behind them. There's a true Darkness out there in the black, Caspar. I don't know if it's a god or a warlord or some vast intangible entity, but it's consumed thousands of civilizations before us. It means to devour us all. Doesn't matter who we are or how we're made. Makes it twice as hard seeing how many other iterations of humanity are still trapped in their internal prejudices." It's a heavy thing to explain, but maybe sharing what she's learned will offer the Cylon the kind of perspective she's been wishing she could give.

Ghost can understand Caspar's sentiment, albeit from a different sort of angle. "I think that's a very good thing to hold on to. Are you helping to build the new settlement? We haven't talked to Adia in a while, so we haven't heard how it's going."

[fiveofnone]

"All down to her," he echoes as confirmation. "When I resurrected, I shed everything human about me. But I couldn't undo what she did to me." He absently adjusts his tie, unconsciously brushing a hand over his heart. "Damn right I'm lucky."

Blaze's story sounds like one of those science-fiction movies he used to enjoy watching, before his own life became a science-fiction movie. It sounds... kind of badass, if he's being honest. Who doesn't love a good fight? "Humans love fighting with one another," he says dismissively. "Even when they were at War with us, they had their own petty squabbles." He snorts. "Not that we were much better, obviously. People get along better when they have a big, bad enemy that keeps them on their toes. Maybe that's why you all get along so well."

It's a small surprise to hear that the two bots haven't seen Adia in a while, until he thinks about what's been preoccupying her attention. He clears his throat with a small cough before replying. "I'm working on the War Memorial. They don't trust me back in the lab yet." He rolls his eyes -- he might be exaggerating there, but so far as he's concerned, the manual labor he's doing is pure penance. "Atlantis is far from the shithole that was New Caprica, I can tell you that much, but if I'm not working, I spend most of the time in our cabin. You'll have to ask Adia if you want more details."