| Reviewing the Heavy Raider |
[26 Jan 2008|12:49am] |
When Caprica interfaces with the Heavy Raider again, she is not surprised to learn that it's getting tired of just sitting around in hiding. While it is used to spending long periods waiting within a basestar before deployment, this is different. She apologizes for the necessity of it, and that she can't visit more often; it's a long walk. If she knew of a closer place to hide it, she would help it get there.
That isn't why she has come, though. The interior of the Heavy Raider is considerably large, and she has not had a chance to better review its inventory yet. She disengages from the interface to have a walkthrough, checking the storage compartments to review the ammunition, extra weapons, and— to her surprise— a large collection of seeds. She supposes they were prepared just in case she needed to grow some food when supplies ran low.
She moves into the rear sections of the Heavy Raider, and is less surprised when she comes upon a row of Centurions. They stand together, deactivated. No movement of their polished limbs, no red light shining in the faceplates. Good. It definitely would not help with blending in if Centurions were walking around. She hopes she never has need to call on them here, and walks on past.
In the next section, though, she has a strong visceral reaction to the sight in there and starts to retreat. An empty black tub rests in the center of the chamber, unlit and unfilled since it isn't in use. Along one wall is a set of tanks, each holding a body identical to hers, none of them showing signs of activation.
She forces herself to stop and assess this. Whoever sent her on the mission might not have known how long it could take or how dangerous it might be, so they must have tried to prepare her for various eventualities. Death was always a possibility. Thus, if she should die, someone had attempted to equip her for resurrection. How successful a resurrection would be with no one there to guide her through it, though, she does not want to fully consider. She shudders to imagine waking up in death throes without someone assuring her that it was behind her. She gives the bodies another study, making sure none of them are actually alive and waiting to be woken up.
No, none of them are living yet. And— no, surely they weren't Sixes who'd had their consciousnesses boxed, their bodies sent along with her as some sort of taunt to make her simply think they were here in case she died again. That would be too horrific.
At least she knows now that they are here. If at all possible, she wants to avoid another death, but there is some reassurance in seeing that it might not be a mortal death after all, assuming no problems with resurrecting. She supposes the Centurions can at least manage some of the procedures. They could move a body into the tank, track the download of her consciousness, and monitor her vitals. The comfort, though, would be very much missing. And to her knowledge, Centurions have never been programmed to assist with a resurrection. She'll have to add that to them, just in case; she passes the necessary instructions on to the Heavy Raider for it to hold in keeping for the Centurions.
She collects some seeds and tucks the packages into her coat before she exits the Heavy Raider. Her flat gets a lot of sunlight through the windowed walls; she might as well make an attempt someday at growing something. For now, though, she has a long walk ahead of her.
It takes awhile to get back into town, but once there, she heads up to the shoreline to find a seat in view of the clocktower. She watches people passing by on their way to shopping or working or just enjoying the beach. She imagines scenarios for their lives, wonders what the reality is, and looks out for any familiar faces. Some of them might enjoy people watching as well, she thinks, but others might just like to sit and chat.
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| The flat |
[11 Jan 2008|11:56pm] |
It takes some time to finish settling into the flat, but Caprica Six is pleased with it. A good kitchen, reception area, and dining space are downstairs, and upstairs she has her bedroom with a bathroom across the hall. Thankfully it came furnished already, so she didn't have to worry about that. Touches of it remind her of the place that Gaius had back on Caprica: open plan, floor-to-ceiling windows, wood floors, the particular style of the staircase and bed. It's not a match, of course, but it reminds her somewhat of their times there. The times before she died protecting him from the nuclear blast.
She doesn't see a need to personalize it with physical furnishings and decorations; mentally, she has already added further familiar touches. The flat is not as close to the water as she would've liked, but she can see the ocean through the wall of windows.
Just in case, she has some construction people come in to add another wall to the dining area. It mimicks the curve of the windowed wall, and is fitted with mirrors to further bounce the light, making it look like the room was designed that way. It's a struggle to get the sliding mirror properly installed and camoflagued, but she's pleased with it when it's finished. Behind it, she has a small space where she can sit and access the 'internet' network. With supplies from the Heavy Raider, she installs a light panel she can interface with so she won't have to cut her hand again.
"Now you just need some of those charming red lights running through the walls," the other Gaius says to her with a mocking smile. "Maybe find yourself a new Centurion doorman. Then you'll be right at home."
She knew he'd have some words for her about the flat. She doesn't mind it. This should work out very well for her, even with him teasing her.
( More pictures and layout sketches )
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| Creating an identity |
[10 Jan 2008|10:58pm] |
It feels far more uncomfortable than Caprica expected, but there seems to be no other way to directly access the systems here. It's well after hours at the "internet cafe"— such a strange term— that she had found with Iago, and she sits at one of the computer stations, though she has not turned it on.
She hasn't bothered to wipe the sharp kitchen knife clean yet. First she had cut the connecting end off of the fiber-optic cord, exposing the lighted core. Freeing the light was necessary; the metal connector made it interface with these computers, but a useless barrier for her. Then, carefully, she held the knife and cut into her left palm, grimacing with the pain of it. Once she'd made the incision, she fed the fiber-optic cable through it and up into her arm.
( Read more... )
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| Arrival |
[29 Dec 2007|08:21pm] |
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Whether it's the rocking movements or the alarm klaxons that wake Caprica Six, she does not know. Her limbs feel stiff and disused as she gradually tests them and opens her eyes towards the ceiling. The noise and motions leave her disoriented and confused. ( Waking up... )
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| Information and Videos |
[27 Dec 2007|05:35pm] |
Last updated: January 26 2008
If you aren't familiar with Number Six or Battlestar Galactica, or if you already are but like to review or re-enjoy, here are some things I've dug up to somewhat (re)acquaint you with her. The best recommendation, of course, is to (re)watch Battlestar Galactica because it's one of my favorite shows. (This is when you say: "By your command.") Be warned of spoilers for all three aired seasons of BSG.
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A mix of Youtube clips, AOL video, full episodes, and clips I've uploaded. Full episodes are offered for streaming in the USA only by the Sci-Fi Channel, but they include embedded commercials. These may be problematic in light of the WGA strikes. Still, here's a way to see some Caprica Six. Each of those episodes is broken into five parts. I've linked to each part, but noted if she actually appears in the particular section or not. You can also access the further chapters within the sidebar on the site rather than returning here. With the AOL videos, you may need to refresh your cache to get them to load properly. In Firefox, hold shift and click the reload button to fully refresh the page.
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