THE SCHOOL OF FEAR
CHAPTER ONE, PART TWO
The regular afternoon shuttle from the
ground base on Caprica was too large to fit into the battlecruiser Victorys
hangar bay, necessitating a stopover aboard the Columbia for anyone bound there.
While she waited for the battlecruisers shuttle to come and fetch her, Noday paid a
visit to Columbias senior navigator, Colonel Protogora, who was the last
navigator Noday had personally trained and likely was the best of Noday considered, in
retrospect, to have been a fairly good lot. Over tea they discussed the upcoming mission
to Kobol, the latest Fleet gossip, and things Noday had noticed during her visit to
Caprica.
Hows Starbuck? Protogora asked.
Noday shrugged. Same old Starbuck, she opined. As
impossible as ever.
Its horrible, but that seems reassuring.
I know what you mean. I seem to get increasingly....senile,
and he goes on and on. He has an awfully nice son, though.
Really?
Takes after Aurora.
Lucky boy.
Theyve assigned him to fly with Rhiannon.
Protogora set her cup down rather abruptly. Ohmigod.
Now what is....so bad about Rhiannon? Noday asked
mildly.
Waving a finger at her, Protogora said, Noday, I know that
youre prejudiced, but she is impossible.
Noday smiled. Possibly youre just jealous.
Not hardly, Protogora replied. More tea?
No, thank you, Noday said, forestalling her
friends lunge for the little pot resting on a decorative tile set for that purpose
into the side table. Can I get you some?
A bit, perhaps....
As Noday refilled the other womans cup, one carved from a pink
stone common on Protogoras home world of Taura, she commented, You look
tired.
I am tired, Protogora admitted. Ive had a
lot of things to do, getting ready for this mission. Besides which.... She
hesitated, then said, I dont think its going to be all that much longer,
Noday, a gesture indicating her brain implant.
Well, its usually....not so bad. Have you told
Akamas?
He knows, and weve taken on an extra navigator just in
case. A good one, too. Her first assignment was to the Cerberus and they were
really impressed. Shes a natural navigator. Its just such a damned
shame....
What? Noday prompted.
Well, I know that people who can take an implant are thin
underfoot, but suitable as she must have been she would have been a lot better off in some
other specialty. Her marks at the Command Academy were incredibletop fiveand
her thesis is amazing. I dont pretend to understand all of it, because its not
my line, but its a study of the evolution of battlecruiser tactics.
Noday sat back. I think I know which one youre talking
about. This would have been how long ago?
Three, almost four yahrens now.
Yes, I do know....the one. It was very good indeed, and I know
that Miriam and Dirce were both quite impressed.
Protogora nodded. On top of that, she was a poet. A good one,
Im told, though Im no judge of such things. When they implanted her...well, it
hits different people different ways. I never thought it changed me much, though my mother
says my temper got worse. But with her...well, shes rather vague. Cant focus
on things. Cant write poetry any more, certainly cant write brilliant tactical
analyses, couldnt find her way out of an open bag. People take advantage of her and
laugh at her behind her back. Shes a sweet, dear little thing...not your average
navigator, for certain. It really irritates me, but what can you do?
Id like to meet her.
Ill send for her. Protogora rose, went to her
desk, and did so. In a few centons the arrival notice chimed and Protogora called,
Enter.
The door snapped aside and a young woman of average height, dressed
impeccably in blues, entered. She had golden-blonde hair and gentle brown eyes.
Colonel? she inquired.
Lieutenant, this is Colonel Noday, commanders aide
aboard Victory. Shes the navigator who trained me; she wanted to meet you.
Noday, this is Lieutenant Leah.
Noday rose and shook her hand and said, I thought youd
like to know that both Commander Miriam and Fleet Commander Dirce were highly impressed by
your senior thesis.
Thank you, sir, Im pleased to hear that.
How do you like being aboard the Columbia?
Its...different, Leah ventured.
Noday laughed. Thats what everyone says.
Non....Sagitarans, anyway. Youre Caprican, arent you? Leah nodded.
The Colonel says youre a fine navigator.
I try my best, Colonel. She did not appear entirely
convinced of it.
After Leah had gone, Noday remarked, Does she remind you of
Klymene at all?
Not much. Klymene was a lot tougher than that; she had to be,
to put up with Dirce, gods know. A good stiff rain would blow poor little Leah away. Why
do you ask? she asked curiously.
I just wondered.
Mm. Im thinking of putting her on warp scouting,
Protogora went on. Shed be good at it, and maybe shed make some
friends.
That sounds like a good idea.
The commconsole on Protogoras desk beeped discreetly for
attention and she answered. Looking up, she said, Its for you. Its the
Fleet Hospital in Caprica City. What could they want?
Frowning at the printout in her hands,
Miriam tried holding it further away. Finally, the print sprang into focus. She was
becoming increasingly farsighted, and knew shed have to submit to the life
officers recommendation of corrective action soon, before her focal length grew
longer than her arms.
So, Adama had decided to override all objections and come along on
their mission to find Kobol! She was unsurprised, glad of it, and knew that Tigh would
make a more than sufficient substitute Commander of the Fleet in his absence.
The door opened; without looking up, Miriam asked, Back,
Noday? Anyone else would have beeped for admittance.
Yes, I am. I have a....message from your daughter, Noday
replied.
Her tone of voice was slightly unnatural and when Miriam turned to
look at her her expression was odd too. Putting aside the paper shed been reading,
she asked apprehensively, What happened?
Wordlessly, Noday passed her a note. It was a perfect reproduction
transmitted to the Columbia of Rhiannons occasionally readable scrawl, and
it read Noday, tell Mother Im fine, but you should see the striker!
followed by her initial. Miriam digested it for a centon, then looked up and again asked,
What happened?
They thought it was a bird strike but evidently it was debris.
She was....hurt, Miri, but not too badly. They ejected low and she broke both of her legs
and her left arm and four....or five other bits, all of which went right back together.
This happened this morning over the firing range on Caprica.
Youre sure shes all right?
I have it direct from the life....officer who worked on her. I
can get you the medical report if you want to see it, but its pretty nasty. Anyway,
shes....going to be all right, and shell be transferred to the Columbia
with the rest of her squadron as scheduled.
How exactly did this happen?
I....gather they went out to shoot drones and then they
decided to hassle and apparently an access cover fell off the squadron commanders
aircraft and went down one of their intakes.
Miriam admitted softly, She worries me.
I knew a pilot once, and I know how you feel, Noday
replied. They studied one another for a centon. Before the holocaust they had been lovers
for a few yahrens, until Noday had asked for a transfer to the Galactica. Partly
she had been motivated by Miriams inability to get out of her sealing, but her
primary reason had been that, after living through Miriams two horrible striker
crashes and the ensuing long periods of forced regrowth and therapy, she could not
tolerate the thought of Miriam going on doing the same thing. Living with the stress of
waiting for the inevitable fatal accident had simply become too much for her. Noday knew
that Miriam did not blame her in the least, but it made her rather ashamed to recall how
Miriam had reappeared in her own life after her breakdown, the removal of her implant and
the suicidal depression that had ensued. It would have been easy to die if it hadnt
been for Miriams selfless devotion.
Setting the note aside, Miriam said, Well, shes all
right. The unspoken this time seemed to hang in the air between them.
Noday hesitated, then asked, Miri, do....you have a
centon?
Of course I do. I havent even greeted you
properly, Miriam added, feeling a flash of guilt. It did not pay to take Noday for
granted. What is it?
Actually, there are a couple....of things, Noday said,
sitting down on a corner of the desk facing Miriam. The first is what weve
been talking about. I dont know if I should do this, but...I dont have any
children, but Ive always felt as if Rhiannon is mine too. In fact, if I had
a....daughter, I hope Id feel for her the way I do about yours. Both of them.
Go ahead, Noday, you wont offend me.
All right. Im....worried about her, Miri. She
hasnt gotten over that business on Borallus yet, but that only exacerbates her other
problems. Shes in hack almost continuously. If....she wasnt who she is,
shed have lost her rank more than once by now.
With a sigh, Miriam said, When she looks at herself, she sees
commanders stripes. She doesnt seem to appreciate that there have to be
several grades of lieutenant, captain, and colonel before that happens.
She has very little tolerance for her senior officers. If
she....thinks something is right, she just goes right ahead and does it. The problem is,
occasionally shes wrong.
Ive mentioned it to her, Noday, but she just
doesnt listen, Miriam said, exasperation evident in her voice. She
thinks shes trying to live up...or down...to Dirce and me.
More to Dirce than you, I think, though Im not sure
Dirce was ever in so much trouble. Of course I didnt know her when she....was
younger.
I am told that she had her centons, Miriam replied.
When I joined the military I had to keep reminding people she was only my
half-sister so they wouldnt expect me to be a pale imitation of her.
Theres another thing, one you....may not have heard much
about. Shes rather...well, much as I dislike the word, promiscuous.
Miriam looked up. Oh?
Shes young, but one after another after
another....
How many one after another after another?
Lots, Miri. All women, of courseshe definitely takes
after Dirce there. Like I said, shes....young and I dont really want to judge
her because I was never perfect, but its a symptom. She doesnt
form....emotional attachments with anyone.
Miriam sighed again. When she was young, I had to make a
choice between raising her properly or fighting the Cylons. She got shuttled between me
and her father and her grandparents, and I suppose that had an effect. I feel guilty as
hades about it still, but it was the only possible choice. And it never seemed to bother
Amala.
Amalas different. She takes after Apollo,
shes....more self-contained. She has her books and things. Rhiannons not that
cerebral. She seems to want to live life in an awful hurry. Maybe if she had some
kind....of permanence in her life it would make all the difference. Shes a
remarkable young woman. Brilliantly talented in her own way.
Miriam commented, Something tells me you have something in
mind.
Noday hesitated, then confessed, Maybe.
Hmm. Noday the matchmaker. It doesnt seem like
you.
Its not. It will....likely be a horrid failure, but
Im inspired to try. I have a friend Rhiannon reminds....me of, and I dont want
her to turn out to be another emotional cripple like Starbuck.
Miriam nodded. Try away, then. Didnt you have something
else?
Aware she could put it off no longer, Noday composed herself and
began, While I was on Caprica, I saw Dr. Khafre.
And what did he tell you? Miriam asked, hoping she
didnt sound as apprehensive as she felt. Dr. Khafre was the neurospecialist who had
handled Nodays case since the removal of her brain implant.
He said.... There was another of the familiar pauses,
during which Nodays frustration showed. Usually she controlled her irritation, but
there were times in private when she didnt bother. When she was able to, she
continued, ...that there might be something he can do for me.
Hes said that before, Miriam felt obliged to point
out.
I know that, but this time he thinks he really can. He wants
to operate.
And what are the odds?
He says theres a....thirty percent chance it will
work.
And if it doesnt?
Noday was silent, then she confessed, If it doesnt work,
it could be...very bad.
How bad? Miriam pressed.
I could die.
The combination of stressful factors, her daughters crash and
other problems, the upcoming mission and now Nodays revelation were enough to tip
Miriam right over the edge of her not particularly high tolerance level.
Theres a seventy percent chance you could die and you want to go through with
this? she exploded before she could control herself.
Im tired of being.... Noday gestured futilely,
then concluded, like this! Dont you know how I feel?
I do know how you feel. Dont you think I want the same
thing? But it isnt worth the risk.
Miriams tone was reasonable enough but Noday was still upset
enough to reply, Thats easy for you to say!
Thats not fair....
Turning her back so Miriam could not see her tears, Noday angrily
wiped them away before facing her again. If it hadnt been for this Id
have made commander! Everything I worked for....
Rising from her chair, Miriam protested, I dont want you
to die! Dont you realize I know exactly how you used to feel when I was a
pilot?
Sometimes I dont know if I want to go on living like
this!
The door opened and the two women looked around to see Victorys
exec standing there apologetically. I did knock, Athena offered.
Its all right, we were just...discussing
something, Miriam said. What is it, Athena?
Signal from the flagship. Commanders and execs report on board
in two centares for a briefing.
Very good, acknowledge it and have the shuttle prepared.
Aye, Commander. Athena looked from Miriam to Noday
worriedly, then left.
Miriam felt deflated, anger and adrenaline draining from her system,
leaving behind the inevitable residue of shame that plagued her whenever she gave in to
her temper. Noday had turned away again and was looking out the viewport; Miriam rose and
put her arms around her from behind, felt her relax slightly. Resting her head on the
taller womans shoulder, Miriam said, Im sorry.
Its all right. It likely is a....stupid idea. Wishful
thinking. Its just so tempting. To be normal again, not to have....people look at me
like Im strange or worse yet feel sorry for me. You cant imagine how difficult
it is, how much I hate going anyplace where Ill be around people who dont
know. I just want to crawl into a....corner and hide. I have to force myself...its
so hard, she concluded.
Im being selfish. If you want to do it, do it. You have
to live with it, Noday, I dont.
I dont know. I have to think about it.
Like I said, I know now how you felt, waiting for something to
happen. Its horrible. I dont know how you put up with it as long as you
did.
I had no....right to criticize what you did. You were a pilot,
and gods know you were a good one. I might as well have....suggested you stop
breathing.
Whatever...its just that I love you and I dont
want to lose you, ever again. Once was too often.
I know that. You make things better than they might otherwise
have been.
The briefing aboard the Columbia
was largely taken up by routine operational matterssupplies, formations, patrol
arrangements, standard signals. Both Victory and Starbucks battlecruiser, Triumph,
had previously been assigned to other fleets, being attached to the Third Fleet for this
mission to replace Glory and Cerberus, both of which had been sorely
overdue for refits.
On her way out afterwards, Miriam felt someone take her arm and she
turned to face Aeneas, the Fleet Commander. He looked much as he had thirty yahrens
earlier when he had been Columbias CO and she one of his squadron
commanders, except for more traces of gray in his hair and deeper lines in his face that
were likely more attributable to strain than actual aging just yet. He was, after all,
only seventy. Yes, cousin? she asked informally.
I wanted you to know that your daughter will be coming aboard
next secton...not quite ambulatory, evidently. Akamas is reassigning her temporarily. We
need a crew for our warp scout, and shes very well qualified.
Miriam wondered briefly what had brought that on. Rhiannon was about
the last person she would have personally selected for warp scouting, but perhaps it would
be good for her. Thank you, I appreciate that. And, while not risk-free, it
was a lot less dangerous than flying strikers.
Out in the corridor she found Athena talking to Starbuck as she
waited. Starbuck smiled at Miriam and said, If youre not in a hurry to get
back to your ship, Id like to talk to you for a few centons, Commander.
Certainly, Commander.
Ill be near the shuttle, Athena said.
The two commanders went to the Columbias senior
officers mess which proved to be, as theyd expected, nearly deserted at that
centare in the interval between mid- and evenmeals. Miriam ordered a cup of tea and, much
to her surpriseit seemed out of what shed heard about his
characterStarbuck did likewise.
After theyd sat down at a table under one of the rooms
large ports, Starbuck said, I thought we should talk things over before we went out.
There may not be time later, and weve never worked together before.
Raising an eyebrow, Miriam inquired mildly, Are you expecting
trouble, Commander?
We dont know whats out there.
Kobol...and beyond it, the Delphian Empire.
Weve had no contact with them since well before the
holocaust. Id like to know why, Starbuck said.
The general assumption is that they were destroyed by the
Cylons. Im not sure if they had ambitions in that direction, but Gamoray would be
worth having.
Were you ever there?
No, she replied, but my father was when he was
commander of the Second Fleet, before I was born. He took a diplomatic delegation there.
The Delphians were not interested in making formal treaty commitments and contacts with
them were few and far between after that. I remember him saying that the Delphians were a
peaceful, generally unambitious race, but fairly advanced, technologically. They had
settled four or five systems centered on the warp nexus at Gamoray. He suspected they were
in contact with other alien civilizations elsewhere in the galaxy and wanted to avoid us
and the Cylon War. One can hardly blame them.
What ship did your father take?
The old Columbia, she said, naming the
long-scrapped predecessor of the current battlestar of that name. Cain was her
commander at the time, she added as an afterthought.
Starbuck sat back, sipped at his tea, and looked thoughtful. Miriam
wondered what was going on inside his head. Was he just curious for information, or did he
have some specific suspicion? I have never been able to read him, her sister,
Dirce, had told her in her most recent letter. Better luck to you, sister.
Perhaps he was just, in his own way, sizing her up, likely comparing her to Dirce. If that
was true, he was probably unimpressed, but unlike her flamboyant older sister Miriam
preferred to be somewhat understated. All in all, Starbuck was not what shed
expected. Shed thought to find someone far more superficial, probably trying to put
the moves on her, but perhaps Starbuck was a kind of human chameleon, adaptable to
different situations, different expectations. He was strikingly good-looking on top of it
all. Finally she came out and asked him, Do you think theres something going
on?
Roused from his thoughts, he said, No, I dont think so.
I just prefer to be prepared.
Including, I take it, for possible hostile contact with the
Delphian Empire?
Including possible hostile contact with anyone,
Commander, including who or whatever might be responsible for our losing contact with the
Delphian Empire.
Indeed, said Miriam.
Starbuck leaned back and smiled, inquired, Is it true that you
captured Baltar after the Destruction?
Some of Columbias marines under my command
captured Baltar, Miriam replied.
Mm. And is it true that you organized a firing squad?
Who told you that? Miriam inquired.
Apollo did.
And you trust Commander Apollo?
With my life.
Me too, Miriam agreed. And yes. I did have Baltar
shot. Although my preference was to use a very dull knife.
Starbuck grinned. I think we understand one another,
Commander.
Perhaps we do, Miriam allowed.
On the way back to the Victory,
Athena asked, Well, what did you think of Starbuck?
Hes...interesting, she said, for lack of a better
word.
Hmmm, Athena said, tapping her fingernails lightly on
her portable computron. Dont get too fascinated.
There is no danger of that.
He has that effect on people. Women, I mean. He still has that effect on me,
she admitted, clearly unpleased by the realization.
He is massively charming, I will admit, but he is not my type,
assuming that I have one.
Athena smiled affectionately. You have one. Im kind of
jealous, she confessed. Ive never loved anyone that much. I seem to
spend my life in pursuit of love and finding imitations. Gets tedious. Can I ask what you
and your lady were...discussing?
That blasted doctor is trying to talk her into another
operation, Miriam said shortly.
Shaking her head sadly, Athena said, You know, Commander,
Ive made two correct decisions in my life. One was to tell Starbuck to get lost. The
other was to say no when they asked me to be a navigator.
Ares wandered into the Central Fleet Life
Center in Caprica City and immediately felt out of place. Hospitals, sick bays, life
centers and the like were locations he assiduously avoided. The antiseptic smell alone
made him slightly nauseous. An aide, seeing him looking helplessly around the plant- and
chair-strewn lobby, took pity on him and pointed him in the right direction. Thinking he
ought to take something, he paused in the hospital shop and made a small purchase, then
found his way, not without a few detours when he got turned around in the warren of
corridors, wards, and additions, to Rhiannons room.
The door was invitingly open so he started in, only to hesitate when
he saw that she already had a visitor. But before he could discreetly withdraw, she
spotted him.
Ares! Come in, Rhiannon said. She was lying propped up
in bed, an IV steadily dripping into her visibly injured left arm but otherwise seeming
little the worse for wear only twenty centares after their crash. Somehow that did not
surprise him much. A vast array of flowers brightened the otherwise drab, windowless
cubicle, contrasting with the black uniform of the woman sitting beside the bed.
Im not....
Not at all, come in, Rhiannon insisted. This is my
aunt, Dirce.
Ares was a little taken aback. Of the Bellerophon?
he ventured.
The same, except my flagship is Orion now.
Dirce replied, and Ares shook her hand with a mixture of reverence and hesitation. She was
a tall, dark, good-looking woman, traces of gray in her hair, her brown eyes sharp, her
manner direct. His father, Ares knew, considered her to be absolutely brilliant. He had
been under her command at the Battle of Orion when they had broken the Cylon line and
brought the Thousand Yahren War within striking distance of its end. The Colonial press
referred to her simply as the hammer, and everyone automatically knew who they
were talking about.
Im about out of here, Dirce said considerately,
if you dont mind.
Im sure you have better things to than hang around this
place!
Only when youre here, and I expect you to stay out of
here from now on. Watch her, Lieutenant, shes dangerous.
Ill try, Commander.
Rising, she said, Youre Starbucks son, arent
you? When he nodded, she said, I see him in you.
I wonder if anyone knows how sick I get of hearing how great my
father is, and how much I take after him, Ares thought as Dirce went out. Not
that Im going to say that to her. That would be impolite. And career-poison.
Suspiciously, Rhiannon asked, Are you hiding something behind
your back?
With a small flourish he handed her a small, brilliantly orange
plastic lizard. A tiny knob protruded from its back; Rhiannon wound it up and set it on
the bedside table. It scuttled about, wagging its tail. What on Kobol....
I was going to get you a flower, but you seem to have plenty
of them. Thought that would give you something to do, Ares explained cheerfully.
Its kind of you indeed. Especially considering how I
nearly killed you yesterday.
It wasnt your fault, but it was close, Ares said,
taking the chair Dirce had vacated. I got one good swing and hit the ground. My back
is killing me, but otherwise Im all right.
I didnt get that much. I thought I was going to open my
eyes and see my knees where my shoulders used to be, so I kept them closed. It could have
been worse, of course.
Of course, Ares echoed dutifully. They had both seen
things a lot worse.
Winding up the lizard again, she watched it scurry frenetically
about until it ran down, then she said, Can I ask you something?
Uh, sure. I may not answer, he added.
It isnt that kind of question. You dont like
flying, do you?
No, he admitted, I dont.
Then why do it?
I guess maybe I thought it was expected, he said
defensively.
Ares, thats idiotic.
He shrugged. Maybe. Looking at her, he asked And
why do you fly strikers?
The stylish black uniform, obviously. No, I do it because I
like it. Yes, my mother and aunt both flew them, but that has nothing to do with it. They
were both out of it not long after I was born. Why dont you ask for a
transfer?
I am good at what I do.
I know you are. Thats not the point.
Maybe I will, after this mission. Its a little late now.
Whats this trip about, anyway?
I dont know. Something mindlessly dull, likely. After
all, the wars over, right?