DEMONS ARE FOREVER
Part 2
The three badly shaken warriors followed the
maze of dimly lit corridors that wound endlessly through the massive battlestar. Pausing
occasionally, Apollo would punch up a brightly-lit deck schematic to check their position.
Ignoring Starbucks protest that since they were standing right next to an elevator
why didnt they just take it up to bridge level and save themselves a lot of hassle,
Apollo traced a glowing red line through the lower decks on the three-dimensional readout
before him. Nodding in satisfaction, he motioned for his friends to follow. After taking
several steps he paused again to check the time, then hurried on his way.
Emerging from an intersection on the bridge level, they found
themselves directly opposite the command chair. A few more steps would bring them to
Adamas quarters. Passing through the bridge, the ever-thoughtful Boomer paused to
listen to the night tour as they went about efficiently maintaining ships functions.
Always conscious of their grave responsibilities, they remained constantly alert as they
diligently scanned the heavens for any threat. Boomer smiled happily as he listened to the
reassuring exchange of information:
Get yer freakin hands off my console, Aramis! I happen
to know what the hell Im doing!
Aw, go pound sand up yer ass!
Goddammit! Who left the cracker crumbs on my screen? I though
we were being frackin attacked!
Holy shit! Would you take a look at what those two are doing
under there? Unbelievable!
Thats not funny, Throcmorton. If the Commander sits in
that, Ill get blamed for it.
How in the hell am I supposed to know what it means? If it
shoots at us, shoot back! I dont care!
Touch me there again, creep, and Ill launch this viper
up yer ass!
I have checked and double-checked, sir, and there is nothing
in regulations that gives you the authority to order me to wipe the smile off my
face....
Confident that things were running normally on the bridge, Boomer
hurried to catch up with his friends.
He found Apollo standing hesitantly outside his fathers door
and whispering conspiratorially with Starbuck. The blond was frowning at Apollo as he
joined them.
Whats the matter? Boomer asked.
Hes afraid to wake his father up, Starbuck said
angrily.
Oh fer cryin out loud! Boomer yelled.
Apollo, knock on the door already!
Hell get mad at me, Apollo announced with
conviction.
Would you rather me get mad at you? Boomer asked
sincerely. He smiled at Apollo. Apollo thought it was the meanest smile he had ever seen
on a human being.
But you dont understand, Boomer! Apollo pleaded.
When I was a little kid, and sometimes Id get scared at night, and Id go
into his room and wake him up-hed get awful mad. He used to throw me outta the house
and make me sleep on the front porch with the daggit.
Well, you wont have to worry about that here,
Starbuck said encouragingly. Battlestars dont have front porches.
They dont have daggits either, Apollo said
gravely. But that wouldnt stop him.
Exasperated, Boomer pounded loudly on Adamas door and then
stood back as he shoved Apollo forward.
Who the hell is it? came a disgruntled voice from behind
the door.
Uh.... Its me, Father, Apollo announced fearfully.
I, er, have to talk with you, please. Its very important.
Cylons? asked Adama.
No, sir, Starbuck said.
Then go away! Im busy!
Please Father, Apollo begged. Its really
important.
The ship is on fire? Somebody die? What?
Nothing like that, sir, his son answered truthfully.
Then frack off! Adama yelled. Apollo could envision his
father on the other side of the door. No doubt the man was engaged in his favorite hobby
of searching through fragmented records for clues to the secret location of Earth. Apollo
knew how his father detested interruptions when he was so engaged, and decided to leave.
Ill be going now, he said.
Good!
Stepping closer to the door, Boomer grabbed Apollos arm and
stopped his retreat. Snarling at the captain, he nevertheless said in a calm voice,
Commander, its Boomer. Sir, I believe the fleet has encountered another one of
those terrible situations, sir. The kind we cant handle without your expert
supervision.
Starbuck smiled admiringly at Boomer.
Well, why didnt you just say so? said the unseen
Commander.
Sorry, sir! Boomer said diplomatically while poking out
his tongue at the voice.
All right, just a moment.
The three warriors stepped back from the door and Boomer
acknowledged Apollos grateful look with a tight smile of annoyance. Starbuck
discovered a small spot on the wall where the paint was beginning to chip and busily
engaged himself with passing the time by enlarging the blemish. Taking note of his
comrades activity, Boomer hastily smacked Starbucks hand away from its task.
With a hurt look of indignation, the lieutenant stuffed his hands in his pockets and
concentrated on balancing on one foot until the Commander opened the door and called them
inside.
As they entered, Adama offered his son an angry glare. Flinching,
Apollo asked, Did we wake you, Father?
No. I had to get up and answer the door anyway, Adama
said cruelly. He settled himself into his chair and stared at each man in turn. Wearily
leaning back, he asked, Well, what is it thats so important you have to wake a
man up in the middle of the night to tell him? I warn you, this better be good. He
directed his gaze at his son and then let his eyes shift warningly to the starfield
glittering outside the viewport. I understand it gets chilly out there,
Apollo, he said coldly.
Apollo swallowed hard and fought down a sudden urge to grab a pillow
and flee the room. Instead, he told his father, Hes back.
Who? Adama asked.
Him, Apollo explained.
Adama gave Boomer a do you know what this jerks talking
about? look. Boomer shrugged and let his eyes focus on a non-existent spot on the
ceiling. He was beginning to find imaginary spots concentrated in strategic locations very
useful. Starbucks eyes followed Boomers and he too concentrated on the
ceiling. A puzzled look settled over his features, but his attention held.
Adama inhaled, cast a disinterested glance at the ceiling, and
asked, So, hes back, is he? He looked disinterestedly at Apollo.
When did he get back?
About a secton ago, Apollo said.
Youre sure its really him? Adama asked, not
really caring.
Positive.
Well.... How do you know its him? It could be somebody
else, couldnt it? Adama was beginning to enjoy himself.
It had to be him, Starbuck offered. Apollo saw him
in his bathroom mirror.
Try Ajax, Adama said indifferently.
I think itll take a little more than that to get rid of
him, said Boomer.
Whos him? Adama yawned.
Iblis, Apollo whispered fearfully.
Oh, thats wonderful. I told you I dont like your
friends hanging around here, Apollo!
But he wants my soul! Apollo wailed.
Whatever for? Adama laughed.
Well, sir, Boomer advised, if he doesnt get
it, hes gonna blow up the fleet.
Can he really do that? Adama asked, suddenly alert.
Probably, said Boomer.
Adama looked at Apollo. Would you miss it? I mean,
really?
Of course, Father, Apollo said indignantly.
Well, Apollo, the Commander said sternly, you
realize your duty, dont you?
But Father
Dismissed, Adama snapped. He turned his back on them
with finality.
Chastened, the three warriors ushered themselves out of the
Commanders quarters.
Now what are we gonna do, Starbuck said.
Boomer made a snap decision. Gods, he thought admiringly, I
should be in command. Were going to fight fire with fire, he said
dramatically.
Were gonna set fire to Apollo? Starbuck said
eagerly.
Boomer sighed. Were going to consult a witch.
Thats good, Starbuck said. Thats very
good. Where do we find one?
Boomer strode to a nearby terminal on the bridge. He erased the
arcade game currently displaying on the screen and keyed in WITCH, LOCATION OF. The
computer instantly delivered a printout about a metron in length.
Boomer tore it off and checked the list for the most local of
practitioners. One right here on the Galactica. Level 12. Come on!
Listen, Boomer cautioned as the
elevator descended, Scorpians are a little funny, so when we get there, you two try
to behave yourselves, okay?
Are they really as mean as everybody says? Apollo asked
nervously.
They arent exactly mean, he explained. They
just dont like a certain kind of people.
What kind of people? Apollo asked.
Assholes, Boomer said dryly.
Maybe we should have worn disguises, Starbuck suggested.
I hear they like to pelt people with their rotten
garbage, Apollo continued.
Certainly, Boomer said, rolling his eyes westward.
They save it up for yahrens, just in case the opportunity presents itself.
Hey, I didnt come down here to get dirty, Apollo
warned.
Thats your trouble, Apollo, Starbuck said.
Youre afraid of dirt.
I am not, Apollo protested. Dirt doesnt
scare me in the least. I just think its nasty, thats all.
Many things in life are, Starbuck observed.
Yeah, and you know all of them, Apollo sneered.
Not yet, he answered placidly, but Im
working on it.
Pig! You wait and see, youre gonna end up blind or
something!
It wouldnt hurt you to loosen up a bit, Starbuck
sniffed.
Never! Apollo said staunchly. Im a warrior,
and warriors never sin!
I can see Iblis is going to have his hands full,
Starbuck mumbled.
If you two are finished discussing the finer points of filth,
can we move out now? asked Boomer.
Well, I just hope nobody throws anything scummy on me,
Apollo rejoined as the elevator came to a stop.
The doors opened onto a dimly lit corridor. Lighting units had been
strung randomly along the walls, leaving long stretches of hall concealed in darkness.
Where there was light, it shone in weak pools that only served to accentuate the shadows.
Starbuck and Boomer exchanged glances and in unspoken agreement tossed Apollo out through
the doors, quickly shutting themselves inside. They stood listening patiently until the
warriors terrified screams quieted.
Suppose hes through? Starbuck asked.
Boomer considered. Nah, give it a few more minutes. He could
start up again.
Why did we do that? Starbuck asked reflectively.
Testing the waters, so to speak.
Hey Boomer. You think this chick will really be able to help
Apollo?
I dunno, but its worth a shot.
I think witchcraft is bullshit.
So do I, said Boomer, and opened the doors onto silence.
Starbuck followed Boomer into the corridor and paused to let his
eyes adjust to the dark. Then he started looking around for Apollo. There was no sign of
the man.
Where is he? Starbuck asked uneasily.
My best guess is that he ran away, Boomer responded
sensibly.
Or something took him away, Starbuck whispered.
Boomer ground his teeth. Dont start with that crap,
Starbuck. I cant handle it. He began to lead the way down the corridor.
Affronted, Starbuck bravely cut ahead of him.
Its cold, Boomer complained to no one in
particular.
Wha? asked Starbuck.
I said its cold down here, he repeated, glad to
have someone acknowledge his discomfort.
Unnaturally cold, Starbuck agreed. Smell that? It
smells awful. What is it?
The stink of fear, Boomer said caustically. Keep
movin.
Suddenly Starbuck screamed and reeled back into Boomers arms.
Apollo had leaped out at them from around a corner, shrieking Boo!
Boomer shoved Starbuck out of the way. Damn you, Apollo!
he yelled in frustration. Youre a real pain in the ass, you know that?
Whatd I do now? Apollo asked in surprise.
Starbuck clutched at his chest and squeaked, Help!
The hell with you too! Boomer shouted.
Dont start yelling at me! yelled Starbuck,
suddenly regaining his voice. I didnt do anything!
Whatsa matter? Apollo screamed, all the yelling scaring
him. He looked around frantically.
Hey, knock it off out there, will ya, a voice shouted
from beyond the wall. Decent people are trying to sleep in here!
Butt out, in there! Starbuck yelled at the wall.
You want me to go out and throw some garbage on them,
daddy? a tiny voice squealed delightedly.
Get back to bed, Samson! Shut up out there or Im gonna
come out and break yer legs!
Oh yeah? Starbuck shouted back. Come on out and
try!
Apollo tugged at Starbuck. Starbuck! Shut up! I dont
want him coming out here and breaking my legs!
I said, come outta there, you coward! Starbuck yelled.
There was an angry thrashing beyond the wall and a growl that shook
the corridor. Starbuck paled as he realized the enormous bulk it must take to emit such a
horrendous sound. He stood his ground and spoke loudly. When you get out here, ask
for Apollo, he said. Apollo slumped to the floor in a dejected heap of misery.
Suddenly a firm but feminine voice called out from down the
corridor. What in the Nine Names of the Nine Unknown Men is going on?
Apollo looked up to see a shadowy figure approaching. The figure
presented an uncomfortably interesting shape. He stood up. He didnt want to lay on
the floor and be impolite.
Hello, he said pleasantly. He looked into a pair of
golden eyes and noticed how they seemed to drink in his soul. He considered lying back
down on the floor again.
Starbuck moved in to stand at his side, appreciatively viewing the
shape that was no longer standing in the shadows. He forgot all about his fight with the
behemoth beyond the wall and was instantly all charm.
Boy, you got a body that wont quit, dont
you? he said.
The woman glared at him coldly and commanded, Silence,
worm.
Were sorry, Apollo said sincerely as he jostled
Starbuck aside. My names Apollo.
I know, she said curtly. Come along and lets
get this over with!
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Which is where the story was left when the Pyramids crew joined the military. If youre still out there somewhere...how about part two?!