It is currently Sun Sep 15, 2019 10:10 pm

All times are UTC




Post new topic Reply to topic  [ 198 posts ]  Go to page Previous  1 ... 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14  Next
Author Message
 Post subject: Re: Obstinate Tin Soldier
PostPosted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 6:15 pm 
Offline
Constable
User avatar

Joined: Sat Apr 25, 2009 7:08 am
Posts: 619
Jack Raby wrote:
Quote:
All the other Cylons refer to her by her IFF signature "Sharon." Only Cyrus still calls her by the title "Lieutenant". It's made all the more peculiar by the fact Cylons don't use the Colonial rank structure so lieutenant can't be Sharon Valerii's actual rank... Can it?


The fist time they met she introduced herself as Lieutenant Sharon Valerii and seemed hooked to it. Why should Cyrus keep on calling her Lieutenant? out of habit? friendliness? or could it be for some double-minded purpose? Knowing you it's not by accident anyway.


Well, that could be interesting.


Top
 Profile  
 
Author Message
 Post subject: Re: Obstinate Tin Soldier
PostPosted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 6:17 pm 
Offline
Hera's Fiance
User avatar

Joined: Sun Apr 19, 2009 4:55 pm
Posts: 716
Battlestar Galactica
Crew Quarters

"Shouldn't you pack something sexier? Maybe something with a little lace on it?" Lt. Margaret "Racetrack" Edmondson asked as she watched Sharon throwing her regulation undergarments into her daybag.

"It's not like that!" Sharon insisted. "I just figure it's important to keep on good terms with the deck chief, so I wanted to do something to make up for all the dents I've put in his flight deck... and he's never been up in a glider before."

"Sure, sure," Margaret replied, "and you just look at him like that to get him to fix your Raptor first."

Sharon stopped packing and turned to face Margaret. "I don't look at him... what do you mean? Do you think he thinks I'm looking at him?"

Before Margaret could answer, the bulkhead latch swiveled clockwise and the door opened with a loud clang. "Are you rooks ready for Starbuck's tour of the seediest fleshpots and cheapest bars of Sagittaron?" Kara Thrace asked as she stood in the doorway with her flightbag over her shoulder, a cigar in hand, and a mischievous grin on her face. "Or perhaps you'd prefer the cheapest fleshpots and the seediest bars?"

"I can't go drinking with you this time," Sharon answered, "I've got some other stuff to do on shore leave."

"She's got a date with Chief Tyrol," Margaret announced.

"It's not like that." Sharon said.

"Galen and Sharon sittin' in a tree..." Maragret taunted with the children's rhyme. "K.I.S."

"It's not like that!"

"Let me see," Kara said as the grin vanished from her face and she slid the flightbag off her shoulder to land on the floor. Kara walked slowly around Sharon and looked her up and down, then leaned forward to sniff at Sharon's hair. "Smell's like Margaret's right," Kara concluded.

"You know, Starbuck, some of us bathe out of habit." Sharon remarked.

Margaret's giggle was cut short when Kara barked sharply, "Do you nuggets think this is funny?" Sharon and Margaret shifted uncomfortably as Kara scolded them. "Frackin' around inside the chain of command is strictly prohibited. You know that."

"Gee, Starbuck," Sharon asked sheepishly, "Since when did you start caring about regulations?"

"Since there's a damn good reason for them." Kara replied as she scowled at Sharon. "You go fraternizing around with another crewman and the next thing you know you're all moony eyed for him. You start making stupid decisions, and you tell yourself it's okay because you're in love. Well, it's not frackin' okay. This is a warship and you're a combat pilot." Sharon flinched as spittle hit her face when Kara leaned in closely to yell at her. "People live and die based on your decisions, and if you start thinking with your hormones instead of your head then you're gonna get people killed. If you're lucky then that someone will only be you." Kara turned quickly to face Margaret. "Do you think this is amusing, nugget?" Kara asked harshly, her face reddening and twisted into an expression of anger and disgust. "You rooks better learn this right now for your own good." Kara looked back and forth between Sharon and Margaret. "You do your frackin' outside the chain of command, and that's the way it is." Kara turned and picked up her flightbag without waiting for a response. "Finish packing and head to the briefing room," she said curtly before jamming her cigar back into her mouth and heading out the door.

Sharon and Margaret, still stunned by Kara's outburst, looked wordlessly at each other for several seconds. "What the frack happened to her?" Margaret finally asked.

“Are there any questions?”

“Uh… I’m sorry. What?” asked Sharon as she brought her attention back to the present.

Cylon Mobile Depot Ship #8
Sharon Valerii
47th Day Onboard

“I just wanted to know if there were any additional questions about my presentation on this week’s Signals Intelligence operation,” Thea asked.

“No, no…” Sharon replied quickly. She’d already wasted too much of her morning sitting in this staff meeting. “If I could run these the way I’d like they’d be over in a third of the time,” she mused. But she could not; the transcripts of the weekly progress reports were considered official documents and so this meeting had to be conducted according to the same standard format in every Intelligence Department throughout the entire realm of the Cylon Empire. “Thank you,” Sharon concluded, “now if there are no further items to discuss…”

“Actually, I have a question for Thea,” Amy interjected. “You reported that our short range sensors have detected no superluminal signals from Convoy 18 and so they must not be in our immediate stellar neighborhood. I was wondering, however, if there was any astronomical objects which could hide a signal from the human convoy or if, perhaps, there was some way they could mask their emissions so that we would not detect them even if they were close by?”

“Amy: ever the conscientious worker,” Sharon thought to herself. “And the way Thea delights in technical minutia, we’ll be here another hour at least. Frack.” Meeting rules had to be followed, and only a wartime emergency would allow even the department head to impose upon the bureaucratic sanctity of the Weekly Progress Report by adjourning the meeting early.

“That’s an interesting question, Amy,” Thea replied.

“You never can tell where the Pegasus might strike next,” Sharon supposed as she logged onto the ship’s space traffic control core, but there was not so much as a single unidentified contact listed on the status board.

“There are a number of astronomical artifacts which can degrade the performance of our sensor network, however most do not occur within…”

Sharon had already decided which items she needed to acquire from the Intel Dept. storeroom, and what she needed to do next. There was no point in planning beyond that, since her subsequent actions would depend entirely on the intelligence she had yet to collect. She could not bring herself to care about the routine functions of her department that seemed so important just a few days ago, and so she leaned back slightly in her chair and replayed another memory. For a moment she is 2000 meters above Sagittaron again in a two seat sport glider and the only worry she has is a cold front blowing in from the south and whether the cute deck chief sitting in her passenger seat knows just how big of a crush she has on him.

_________________
Avatar by my unknown Kindreds Secret Santa


Top
 Profile  
 
Author Message
 Post subject: Re: Obstinate Tin Soldier
PostPosted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 7:19 pm 
Offline
Constable
User avatar

Joined: Sat Apr 25, 2009 7:08 am
Posts: 619
Chris Taylor wrote:
For a moment she is 2000 meters above Sagittaron again in a two seat sport glider and the only worry she has is a cold front blowing in from the south and whether the cute deck chief sitting in her passenger seat knows just how big of a crush she has on him.[/color]


That's sweet.


Top
 Profile  
 
Author Message
 Post subject: Re: Obstinate Tin Soldier
PostPosted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 7:36 pm 
Offline
Cleaner
User avatar

Joined: Mon Apr 20, 2009 8:00 pm
Posts: 189
Location: neither here nor there
I remember that first part (and the glider story) from your posting at Kindreds - and I like how you've tied it into this story.

_________________
Caleb's Hope Donate your time or money or both if you can. Buy beads or t-shirts when they became available. Feel free to PM - mamaboolj - for more information.


Top
 Profile  
 
Author Message
 Post subject: Re: Obstinate Tin Soldier
PostPosted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 11:10 pm 
Offline
Site Admin
User avatar

Joined: Thu Apr 16, 2009 6:42 am
Posts: 464
Location: Namur,Belgium
That glider party was a very nice and stunning moment she had to remember.


Top
 Profile  
 
Author Message
 Post subject: Re: Obstinate Tin Soldier
PostPosted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 10:45 pm 
Offline
Constable
User avatar

Joined: Sat Apr 25, 2009 7:08 am
Posts: 619
So is there any place we can still see this famous glider story?


Top
 Profile  
 
Author Message
 Post subject: Re: Obstinate Tin Soldier
PostPosted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 4:21 am 
Offline
Hera's Fiance
User avatar

Joined: Sun Apr 19, 2009 4:55 pm
Posts: 716
NT2 wrote:
So is there any place we can still see this famous glider story?


No. I'll try to repost it this week.

_________________
Avatar by my unknown Kindreds Secret Santa


Top
 Profile  
 
Author Message
 Post subject: Re: Obstinate Tin Soldier
PostPosted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 9:13 pm 
Offline
Hera's Fiance
User avatar

Joined: Sun Apr 19, 2009 4:55 pm
Posts: 716
Chris Taylor wrote:
NT2 wrote:
So is there any place we can still see this famous glider story?


No. I'll try to repost it this week.


The first half is up. It's under the name 'First Date.'

_________________
Avatar by my unknown Kindreds Secret Santa


Top
 Profile  
 
Author Message
 Post subject: Re: Obstinate Tin Soldier
PostPosted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 1:44 pm 
Offline
Up The Riverworld Without A Paddle

Joined: Sun Apr 19, 2009 3:48 pm
Posts: 1100
Carry on with your story, young Padawan. :P

Incidentally : >>> here <<<

_________________
Captain of the Praetorian Guard of Her Majesty Empress Boomer


Top
 Profile  
 
Author Message
 Post subject: Re: Obstinate Tin Soldier
PostPosted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 6:36 pm 
Offline
Hera's Fiance
User avatar

Joined: Sun Apr 19, 2009 4:55 pm
Posts: 716



With her weekly meeting obligations completed, Sharon walked as nonchalantly as she could manage through the halls of her department’s office toward the supply room with her flight bag slung over her shoulder. At the intersection with a small, out-of-the-way hall leading to a heavy shielded doorway was a pair of soulless Centurions that stood watch with unblinking red eyes. Sharon resented the presence of the Security Department’s assets in her own department’s space but could not argue against the precaution they represented. The heavily shielded door they guarded was the only entrance to the cryptography vault, where Thea’s SIGNIT group oversaw the encryption and codebreaking cores that both protected the most valuable secrets of the Cylon Empire and also laid bare those of its enemies. Nothing on this ship was more valuable than the contents of that room and so the extra protection of the Centurion guards was necessary. They would not stop a full boarding party from breaching the room, but they would give enough warning to allow the secret codes and files to be destroyed. Sharon was sure they performed another important function as well. Her department’s cryptography vault was as impervious to eavesdropping as Cylon technology could make it and so if the Security Department could never know what was going on in that room they could at least monitor who came and went from it. On an impulse she smiled at one of the silent silver sentries as she walked by, but it betrayed no acknowledgement of her passing. As she proceeded down the hall to one of the mundane doors which led into the supply room she felt satisfied that she made the right decision to begin carrying her sidearm.

Sharon entered her intelligence department supply room, then turned and locked the door behind her. Supplies, equipment, and weapons were stored in secure drawers that covered the right-hand wall from floor-to-ceiling. The room was 10 meters long but only 2 1/2 meters wide, just wide enough to fully open one of the supply drawers. Sharon knew she was under surveillance, but was unsure how effective it was. All of the supply drawers were coded and electronically monitored to track inventory levels and restrict access to high security items. As department head Sharon had access to the entire inventory, but was afraid it would look suspicious if a future audit of her department showed that she had accessed the high security drawers where weapons and explosives are kept just before a detailed and very negative security investigation of her was submitted to High Command. As they said in intelligence training, however, the best place to hide a murder is on a battlefield. By spending the afternoon auditing her department inventory levels she would have to open all of the drawers, and so her access to the few particular drawers she needed would not seem as suspicious.

The first few drawers contained civilian Colonial clothing and accessories. She checked the inventory and noted that there was no Picon Panther fan shirt in ‘large’ but there was an extra ‘medium’ that was misfiled as ‘large’; perhaps she should have done an inventory audit before now to catch such sloppy administration. While looking through the “pocket clutter” drawer she picked out one of the pocket knives to admire. It was a lockblade folding knife based on the old Caprican commando knives. While technically a military knife the aggressive-looking little pocket knife had been commonly carried by civilians, from local police to street kids to overweight middle-aged men with delusions of toughness. It was big enough to do the job but small enough to slip discretely into a pocket, with serrations on the lower half of the blade and a vee-notch at the base for field stripping detonator wires. Sharon slipped the knife discretely into her pocket; she’d need a knife later and this one would do perfectly.

Next she opened the first of the high security drawers she needed access to. It contained several kits of surveillance and eavesdropping equipment intended for use by infiltration agents spying on Colonial assets. Sharon was going to put them to use against her own kind. Information was power, and Sharon was determined to show the second-rate operatives in the Security Department what a real intelligence professional was capable of. She’d start with her closest friends and co-workers… find out who she could really trust and start a cell of operatives from that pool. Then she’d go after her targets. She’d run the operation just as she would have in Colonial space, expanding her net of surveillance, blackmail, informants, and disinformation until she could find, or create, something to ruin Theron and Selene with. The first item she removed was a bugging kit that contained tiny listening devices, miniaturized cameras, and a set of tools and adhesives for placing them. The next thing she took was a tracking kit. It contained a collection of several types of very fine dust, each slightly radioactive with its own radioisotope signature. This dust could be placed on the floor or an object that the target was likely to touch. There was also a pocket-sized radiation sensor in the kit that would allow her to track the target’s movements by following the trail of radioactive dust he would unknowingly leave behind everywhere he went.

A sudden thought occurred to Sharon as she was looking at this kit. She pulled out the radiation sensor, turned it on, and then waved the sensor over her feet, hands and clothing. It detected only normal background radiation. Sharon put the sensor back in the kit, but her paranoid feeling remained. She rummaged around the back of the drawer until she found the bug detection kit. First she removed a hand-held electronic sniffer and used it to make sure there were no hidden wireless transmitters in the room. That still left the possibility of a wired bug or recording device that uploaded its contents only intermittently, however. She changed the sniffer to ‘active mode’ and closed her eyes as it emitted a series of coded light flashes and high-pitched beeps while it simultaneously listened for a similar pattern of electronic noise that would indicate a microphone or camera circuit was being stimulated by the pulses. The sniffer reported that she and the room were free of any eavesdropping devices. Sharon put the sniffer, bugging, and tracking kits in her empty flight bag, then took a small pen sized device from the same drawer and slipped it in her pocket. It would monitor the wireless frequencies and alert her of any suspicious transmissions that might indicate a bug nearby.

After auditing the supply of colonial paperwork, identification, and forgery equipment Sharon came to a drawer that was listed as containing “Colonial Currency, quantity: 10,000.” When she opened the drawer, however, it was immediately obvious that the quantity referred only to the number of bills, not their value. There were neat stacks of what appeared to be slightly used, non-sequential, unmarked Colonial bills in every denomination from 1 cubit all the way up to the dark blue 1,000 cubit notes. It was Sharon’s most basic nature to be a calculating machine and so, while a Human might pause to estimate, her silica enhancements told her immediately that the drawer must actually contain 1.888 million cubits of money. “I’m rich!” Sharon exclaimed as she laughed out loud. She was rich in little colored slips of paper ornately decorated with the pictures of dead Colonial statesmen. She pulled one of the “blues” off the stack and examined it carefully, rubbing the bill between her thumb and forefinger. It was a perfect replication of its Colonial-made peers. It bore the portrait of Alexander Lucius, “savior of the Republic.” He could have been an emperor if he’d wanted the power. She had looked up to him as a hero back at school when she had not known herself and had not known any better. She shook her head as she returned the bill to the drawer and marveled at what the typical Human would be willing to do, and who they could be induced to betray, just for a handful of paper and ink.

The Cylon system was much better, she knew. With their advanced manufacturing systems there was no need for petty things like currency and the greed it promoted; if a Cylon needed something then it would be manufactured for them. Sharon paused amid closing the drawer as her thoughts were suddenly marred by an incongruous question: “Who decides what’s needed?” For something minor a Cylon decided for themselves. If she wanted a black evening gown or a yellow sundress or a breakfast roll or a cylinder of chocolate then all she had to do was request it and it would be made for her promptly. Anything that was out of the ordinary, anything that required a lot of resources, like a Raider squadron for example, required command approval. She could not have what she wanted unless she could first convince someone of sufficiently high rank to authorize it, through either through the logic of her arguments or… some other means of persuasion. She brought her right hand to her cheek as the memory came rushing back to her of Theron touching it while he revealed what the cost of her Raider squadron had turned out to be. No matter how many times she had washed her face she still felt dirty. It turns out that Cylons have a currency after all, she realized; it is the currency of rank and privilege, favoritism and “obligation”.

Perhaps the Colonial system wasn’t so bad, Sharon thought. At least when you bought something there you knew how much it cost you. At least there once you had earned a cubit you didn’t need anyone else’s permission to spend it. You could waste it on beer and song or invest it in some idea… She tried to stop her thoughts there but it was too late. It was, after all, her most basic nature to be a calculating machine. As soon as the idea entered her mind, her silica enhancements told her exactly how many months of a Raptor pilot’s salary it would take to buy a two seat trainer sailplane and exactly how many lessons a week she would have to give to cover the cost of hangar rental, battery charging, and runway fees. She tried to make herself forget. It would do her no good to know such things. After all, the worlds where she could have bought that sailplane didn’t exist anymore, and neither did the people who would pay her to teach them to soar. She had destroyed them, and was called a hero because of it. Sharon swallowed, wiped her cheek again, and slammed shut the drawer full of faces that stared accusingly back at her. She not finished inventory audit, and there were a few more items she still needed to obtain.


Note: I am not a new writer and am very interested in honest feedback about this chapt.

_________________
Avatar by my unknown Kindreds Secret Santa


Top
 Profile  
 
Author Message
 Post subject: Re: Obstinate Tin Soldier
PostPosted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 8:24 pm 
Offline
Constable
User avatar

Joined: Sat Apr 25, 2009 7:08 am
Posts: 619
Interesting introspection. The last few sentences are especially nice.

:write: So what does she do? I'm anxious to know. :)

By the way, there was a fic on the nold site about Boomer replacing Athena duruing the Demetrius thing. That was you, right, or am I thinking of someone else? If so, are you going to start it up again at some point?


Top
 Profile  
 
Author Message
 Post subject: Re: Obstinate Tin Soldier
PostPosted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 3:00 am 
Offline
Cylon Bible Thumper
User avatar

Joined: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:56 pm
Posts: 545
Location: Northern NJ
So does Sharon start the end of the Cylons here ?

_________________
Sharon, Helo and Hera Always


Top
 Profile  
 
Author Message
 Post subject: Re: Obstinate Tin Soldier
PostPosted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 9:31 am 
Offline
Up The Riverworld Without A Paddle

Joined: Sun Apr 19, 2009 3:48 pm
Posts: 1100
Interesting... and very technical.

Quote:
It was Sharon’s most basic nature to be a calculating machine
Quote:
her silica enhancements told her

These sentences appear twice. Was it on purpose or is it an effect of some modification/addendum to the original text?

Quote:
Sharon swallowed, wiped her cheek again, and slammed shut the drawer full of faces that stared accusingly back at her.

Powerful image/scene. :clap:

And I see your characters really have something for sail-planes!

_________________
Captain of the Praetorian Guard of Her Majesty Empress Boomer


Top
 Profile  
 
Author Message
 Post subject: Re: Obstinate Tin Soldier
PostPosted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 6:05 pm 
Offline
Hera's Fiance
User avatar

Joined: Sun Apr 19, 2009 4:55 pm
Posts: 716
Pierre wrote:
Interesting... and very technical.

Quote:
It was Sharon’s most basic nature to be a calculating machine
Quote:
her silica enhancements told her

These sentences appear twice. Was it on purpose or is it an effect of some modification/addendum to the original text?

Quote:
Sharon swallowed, wiped her cheek again, and slammed shut the drawer full of faces that stared accusingly back at her.

Powerful image/scene. :clap:

And I see your characters really have something for sail-planes!

Only Boomer. And there is a very good reason, but that won't come out until Part 3. She had mentioned before that when she retires from the Intelligence Service she'd like to start the first Cylon glider school.

Thank you all for the kind comments. Yes these two scenes in the supply room (I split it into 2 parts) get a little geeky in places. I know some readers will like that and some won't. I did repeat myself almost word for word on purpose. I wanted to first establish that she (like other Cylons) is a math savant with the currency problem.* Essentially she has her own onboard math co-processor wired into her brain. That way when I brought it up later, it makes sense that she can instantly realize that she could have had that flightschool business in the Colonies without breaking up the rhythm of the paragraph to explain how. The similar wording was supposed to just remind the reader "oh yeah, Sharon can do math in her head without even putting conscious effort into it." I don't know if it was needed or not. That's why I like feedback. :D

Quote:
So does Sharon start the end of the Cylons here ?


Now you know I can't answer that question without giving away the ending. I'll just say... maybe. Then again, maybe Boomer's already been hard at work on that. ;) You'll just have to keep reading.

Yes, I wrote a story called "Replaced" where Boomer secretly replaces Athena who had replaced her. Yes, I'll finish it (and all my multi-parters... and write a sequel to The Shape of Things Long Passed where Helo discovers his "girl back home" is a Cylon!), I just want to finish OTS 1st. I'll repost what I've got so far soon, however.

*Bonus question: can anyone figure out exactly what 10 denominations of bills are in that drawer? Hint, there are the same number of copies of each denomination.

_________________
Avatar by my unknown Kindreds Secret Santa


Top
 Profile  
 
Author Message
 Post subject: Re: Obstinate Tin Soldier
PostPosted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 7:04 pm 
Offline
Up The Riverworld Without A Paddle

Joined: Sun Apr 19, 2009 3:48 pm
Posts: 1100
Uh, is that some weird maths challenge?

Like 1+2+3+...+n = n(n+1)/2 ; 1+4+9+...n^2 = n(n+1)(2n+1)/6 ; 1+8+27+...+n^3 = [n(n+1)/2]^2 ??? :bounce:

_________________
Captain of the Praetorian Guard of Her Majesty Empress Boomer


Top
 Profile  
 
Display posts from previous:  Sort by  
Post new topic Reply to topic  [ 198 posts ]  Go to page Previous  1 ... 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14  Next

All times are UTC


Who is online

Users browsing this forum: No registered users and 0 guests

You cannot post new topics in this forum
You cannot reply to topics in this forum
You cannot edit your posts in this forum
You cannot delete your posts in this forum
You cannot post attachments in this forum

Search for:
Jump to:  
cron

Style by HighDefGeek
Powered by phpBB © 2000, 2002, 2005, 2007 phpBB Group