nuBSG fanfic "Battlestar Urantia"

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Aqua Vitae" (EP. 008)

AND NOW... PART SEVEN OF "AQUA VITAE"...

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The Urantia sailed through space, along with her fleet.

SICKBAY

A bright white light began to gradually fade into a fuzzy blur, that transformed into the form of the ceiling light, above the Admiral's sickbay bed, as he squinted, and let out a groan of pain.

"Well, hello, there, sleepy-head." Doctor Casten said, in his crusty voice, as Standish altered his view to look to the Doctor, standing to the left of his bed, jotting updates down on his clipboard.

"Wh... what happened?" Standish asked, wearily.

"Heart attack... pretty good one, too." Casten shot back. "We've managed to keep your heart from exploding... now it's up to you to make sure that your liver doesn't." he added.

"What do you mean?" Standish asked.

"I mean, stop frakking drinking so hard." Casten replied. "I'm sending you home, now that you're awake. Lucky for you, you'll have someone watching over you." he added.

"Huh?" Tyler asked.

Doctor Casten indicated with his head, for Standish to look to his right, which he did, and smiled, as he saw Eliza Winnow, sitting at his side, also smiling.

"She got here about an hour after you came out of surgery. Hasn't left your side in days." he stated. "Get dressed, and go home. And take it easy." he added, walking away.

Standish reached out his right hand, which Eliza took, and held.

"I'm glad to see you." he began, gradually working his way upright, so he could sit up and face her. "I don't know what to say... thank you seems so small." he added.

"It's not." she replied. "But I'll not be goin' anywhere... not the yet." she began. "You may be well enough to go home, but you still have some recoverin' to do, and I'll be seein' to it that you get the help you need." she added, as Standish looked to her.

STANDISH RESIDENCE, AERELON - 12 YEARS AGO

Tina Rogers stood in the center of the Standish family's living room, slightly uncertain, as Tyler led two other people into the room, to meet her... his mother and father.

Standish's mother was well into her senior years, and showed it a bit more than his father, mostly because of her graying hair, and smaller frame. Standish's father was also well into his senior years, but was bald, and had a robust frame, and wore thin, round, glasses, that made him look like some sort of military commander.

"Tina, I'd like you to meet my parents... Bella and Oriah Standish." he said.

His mother, Bella, was the first to welcome the woman, walking over to Tina, and smiling warmly, as she shook her hand.

His father was harder to soften. Oriah Standish just looked at Tina, no expression on his face, and no smile. He merely looked her over with his eyes, before Tina finally took initiative, and walked over to him, extending her hand.

"Tina Rogers." she introduced.

"Oriah Standish." he flatly replied, as he halfheartedly shook her hand, while Bella led Tina to the couch, so they could talk.

Tyler looked to his father, with frustration.

"What the frak is the matter with you?" he whispered, angry. "That wasn't very nice." he added, as Oriah grabbed his son by the arm, looking him in the eyes.

"Son... come over here, now." Oriah commanded, as Tyler followed his father into the hall, where they could speak alone.

"What?" Tyler asked.

"She's not for you, boy." Oriah began, adding strength to his grip of Tyler's arm, for emphasis. "Know that I am a man of many years, and know a thing or two about women." he continued. "I see something in her that I don't trust, and as your father, I feel it in your best interest to tell you... she'll be trouble. Something about her... doesn't feel... genuine." he added.

"Well, it's a shame you're not the one planning on marrying her, then, isn't it, Dad?" Tyler shot back. "You have your wife... allow me to have mine. You always told me, as a young man, that behind every great man, is a good woman." he stated.

"Aye... a good woman... which I don't see in her." Oriah replied.

Tyler's face was a mix of frustration, and confusion.

"How would you frakking know... you just saw her, this minute!" he shot.

Tyler's father nodded, preparing to lay out his points of argument.

"See here, then..." he began. "You've said to your mother and I, that you want to have children... a daughter. What of her, boy... what says she, of that?" he asked.

"I asked her, and at this point, she said we don't have to decide or start right away... we have time... we can think about that later." Tyler replied.

"Right, then... so no children, for the forseeable future..." Oriah began, leading into his next point, as he nodded, looking into his son's eyes. "What of last night, at dinner?" he asked.

"What of it? She wasn't even here, for dinner, last night!" Tyler answered.

"No, but you were... brandy... with dinner? You never drink, boy... where'd that come from?" Oriah asked.

"Oh, my Gods!" Tyler began. "ONE frakking drink... I decide to try something new, just once, and you jump the frak all over it? What... you think I'll marry her, and turn into some kind of drunk?" he asked.

"All right, boy..." Oriah began. "Then have you noticed how she keeps talking about your becoming a Battlestar Commander? It's like she's already packing your belongings, for a move to those bigger Commander's quarters... she's pushing you, boy... pushing you too fast, and turning you into something you're not... all to satisfy her own ego." he stated.

"Oh... so she's the devil, because she wants me to succeed? She loves me enough, to want me to be a success in what I do." Tyler shot back.

"What's wrong with what you've got, Tyler?" Oriah began. "You've got a great thing where you are now... Battlestar Turion is a fine ship, and you're a fine XO. Stay a while... you can still gain a lot, from Commander Denkins... gain that knowledge... don't be a fool, and rush your career, before you're ready for more." he said.

"Why can't you just let me live my life, and be happy for me, Dad?" Tyler asked, tired of this argument.

"I AM happy for you, boy... but why can't you see that I'm trying to give you some sound, fatherly, advice, that comes from years of experience. I know people, Son. I'm tellin' you... she's not right for you... one way or the other... she'll hurt you. Listen to me, Son... don't make the mistake of ignoring sound advice... especially when it's coming from your family. If you do the wrong thing, and ignore what's in front of you... you'll have nobody but yourself to blame, for any problems that may have." Oriah closed, finishing his fatherly sermon, as he loosed his grip on Tyler's arm, and worked his way into the living room, to join his wife, as Tyler remained in the hall, looking after his father.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[TariAdama]

Haha!! Love Papa Standish!!!!

Fearless Leader you should have listened to your old man!! LOL!!

 

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Aqua Vitae" (EP. 008)

AND NOW... PART EIGHT OF "AQUA VITAE"...

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The Urantia sailed through space, along with her fleet.

ADMIRAL STANDISH'S CABIN

The door opened to the Admiral's quarters, and Eliza led him back inside, closing the door behind him, as he stood still, looking at his cabin.

Standish looked around, taking in the sight of his now-cleaned-up cabin. Eliza had done a remarkable job, restoring the place to virtual show-home condition. Even though the cabin was clean, Tyler's mind began to recall the horrible memories of how it had been, the morning he woke up, and realized what he had done to Grae... to the person he now knew was his own daughter, in every sense.

"Why don't you sit down." Eliza gently offered, placing her hands on his shoulders.

Tyler gazed at the couch for a few long seconds, before replying.

"Yeah... fine. I could use a drink." he softly replied, as he sat down.

"Aye." Eliza said, walking to the kitchen area, where she produced the lone bottle of brandy left in the whole cabin. She walked over to where the Admiral was, and placed the bottle on the table, along with a glass, as she sat down across from Tyler, facing him.

Tyler began to reach for the bottle, when Eliza interrupted him.

"Before you go pourin' that, there's something you ought know." she began. "For starters, that bottle's the only one like it in this whole place, now. I took me the liberty of purgin' the rest of it." she continued, as Tyler looked to her, pausing. "Secondly, you have a choice to now make. I came over here, and am here now, to help you, Tyler Standish. Seein' as how we've both takin' a likin' to each other, I care too much about you, to see you waste away, and want and intend to do whatever it takes to help you. What's more, I will not in any way, try to stop you, from taking that drink." she added. "But know this, Tyler Standish... if you DO take that drink, then that'll be the endin' of it... I'll be walkin' out that door, and will wash my hands of you... you won't be seein' me, ever again. So, you have a choice to make... the brandy, or me. You can choose to climb back into that bottle, until it, like you, becomes empty, and discarded, or you can choose for me to stay, and help you rebuild yourself into the man I know you are." she said, deadly serious.

For a long moment, Standish merely stared at her, realizing how serious she was, as he sat back upright, looking at her. Finally, after a silent moment, he reached for the bottle, and stood up, facing her.

Eliza's eyes widened, as she wore a look of shocked sadness, as she got up from the other couch, looking to Tyler.

"I see." she began, turning around to walk out of the room.

She walked over to the door, and just as she was about to reach for the handle, she heard the loud sound of a bottle smashing on the floor, and turned around to see Tyler looking at the floor, by the corner wall, where he had thrown and shattered the last bottle of brandy he had left.

Eliza softly walked over to where Standish was standing, and reached around to hold him with her arms, as he met her embrace, and instantly began to cling to her, as he began to cry.

"I don't want you to leave." Tyler sobbed, as Eliza patted his back, holding him. Don't ever leave me... I need help." he added, now breaking away just enough to look into her eyes. "I can't... I don't know how to do it on my own." he said, as she looked into his eyes... deep and overflowing with sadness and regret. "Fix me." Standish plead, again clinging to her, as he continued to cry.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[TariAdama]

I love Eliza!!! she is the onl one who can rebuild the Admiral and she will. Now after she got through to the Admiral who is a tough cookie she is going to have a challenge with Grae. LOL!!

 

[Macker]

What's that phrase? "A long journey begins with a single step." Good job Tyler & Eliza!

 

[Radiogod]

YAY.

Now for the next battle.....

 

[BolianAuthor]

Now for the next battle.....

Be careful what you wish for... LOL

Fear not, my friends... it's coming...

 

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Aqua Vitae" (EP. 008)

Written by BolianAdmiral and TariAdama

AND NOW... PART NINE OF "AQUA VITAE"...

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The Urantia sailed through space, as the fleet now began to slow, approaching a sparse asteroid field.

URANTIA CORRIDOR

Jareth Benassi had just gotten back from flying the CAP and he wanted to see Grae. She had been avoiding him lately, and he wanted to know why. One way or another, he was going to get his answer.

He was the one who called Grae on the carpet about getting in the cockpit in an unstable emotional state. Since that day three days ago he hadn't seen hide nor hair of her. He'd thought that she had been worried about the Admiral because of the heart attacked that he had sustained. That was why he was on his way to her private quarters.

Jareth rounded the corner and stopped dead in his tracks just before the hatch to Grae's quarters. he could hear the tell tale sounds of crying emanating from inside

GRAE'S QUARTERS

Jareth opened the hatch and saw his teacher and lover curled up on the little couch with her face buried in a pillow. She was crying... his woman was crying. Grae the strong, smart mouthed, beautiful woman that she was... was crying into a pillow.

Jareth came over to her and not knowing if it was a good idea or not, sat down and pulled her into his arms and felt her shuddering, while her flood of tears soaked through his uniform.

"Baby, tell me what is wrong?" He whispered, but she didn't answer.

Jareth moved aside her hair to stroke her neck in a comforting way, when Grae bolted out of his arms. He had a split instant to see bruises and scratch marks marring her delicate flesh.

In that instant seeing her crying and then scared, Jareth felt a wave of red hot rage wash over him. Whoever had hurt her would pay in blood. Grae was flawed but she was a good, kind, soul, who didn't deserve whatever had been done to her.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship now crept ahead of the ships of the fleet, and began to angle up, as a Viper CAP flew escort, alongside.

CIC

The ghostly whine of the DRADIS filled the room, as Commander McAllister looked up at the monitors, while Colonel Hindri shuffled through duty reports, beside him, at the command table.

"It seems to be confirmed, Sir... the tests from the first Raptor scans confirm large amounts of tylium ore, on three of the five large asteroids in thie field." Hindri reported.

"Excellent." McAllister began. "Begin plans for a harvesting op... I want teams of five Raptors each, two teams per shift. Signal the refinery ship to stand by to accept incoming tylium ore." he ordered, as Hindri looked to him. "A problem, Mister Hindri?" he asked.

"Well, no, Sir... not a very big one. It's just that... well... before Liberator joined the fleet, we had a tylium refining ship... the Itaron. We lost it to the Cylons." Hindri began. "The only ship we have now, as you know, is the Jaht Batahl, from Emilon... but eighty percent of her facilities are tooled for petrium processing... it'll take her at least a week, to accommodate this much new raw tylium." he added.

"Hmmm." McAllister lamented, his face now wearing a look of concern. "Frak... this fleet could really use this fresh tylium... even if it does delay our arrival at Kobol." he said, looking to Hindri for an answer.

OBSERVATION LOUNGE

The door to the large room opened, and Eliza Winnow walked in, scanning the room for someone. Finally, she found her target... Grae.

She walked over to the bar, where Grae was sitting, drowning her pain away, and pulled up a stool, and sat beside her.

"You're Grae Aziere?" she asked, sfotly, looking to Grae, while her head was still facing down at the bar tabletop.

"Mmm." was Grae's only reply, as she took another drink from her glass, draining it.

"I'm Eliza Winnow." she began, offering her hand to Grae, then realizing Grae wouldn't take it, withdrew it. "Look. I'll be gettin' right to the point of it... I know how you feel about Tyler Standish, and I gather that somethin' bad's happened. I also know that you're obviously hurtin' now. But, truth be told, so is he... and he needs our help. He needs my help. And I intend to give it to him. So, Grae Aziere... I need some information from you, if you have it to offer." Eliza stated, awaiting a response.

Grae's only reply was to turn her glass around a bit, on the bar... playing with it, as she finally just shrugged.

"Very well, then." Eliza began. "I've been hearin' things, floatin' about the ship... rumors and gossip, about Standish's wife, and your former XO. I'd like to know what they were like... how his relationship was with them. What kind of women were they?" she asked.

The last line of questioning got Grae's attention, and she finally looked to Eliza, shooting her a drunk smile, as bangs of hair fell in front of her eyes.

"Why... you want to turn out like them?" Grae shot, starting to chuckle a drunk laugh, when Eliza's reply came, in the form of a harsh and stinging slap across Grae's face.

The slap did its job, and Grae snapped back into sobriety, now that she found herself responding to violence.

Grae looked to Eliza, looking the pilgrim woman from Emilon right in the eyes, until tears began to well up in Grae's eyes, and she fought to hold them back.

Eliza pulled Grae close to her, and held her, letting Urantia's CAG cry on her shoulders.

As Grae let the tears flow out, she remembered how it felt when the Admiral would let her come to him, to cry on his shoulders, and how safe and welcome she felt then. She wanted that again... wanted things to go back to the way they had been.

Finally, Grae withdrew, and wiped her tears with her hands, as she looked to Eliza, nodding.

"I'll tell you what I know." Grae began, still sniffling a bit. "Only because I know you want to help him, and I can tell how much you love him." she added.

"Fair be it, child." Eliza began, getting up from the stool, and gesturing for Grae to follow her to the seating area, which she did. "Come, have a seat with me over here, and tell me about it." she added.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[TariAdama]

damn I'm a mean bitch when I'm drunk... LOL!! But hey I have a reason to be right now. Very Good Admiral.. I love it..

 

[Radiogod]

Should be interesting to see Elisa'a reaction once she knows the entire truth

 

[Macker]

Meanwhile, while Three recuperates in the brig, I have to wonder what she's thinking....frakking Toaster Bitch!

 

[TariAdama]

Meanwhile, while Three recuperates in the brig, I have to wonder what she's thinking....frakking Toaster Bitch!

*insert evil laughter*


Just you wait Macker... Ooohh you are going to be loving Grae after..... well I can't but you will love it.

 

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Aqua Vitae" (EP. 008)

Written by BolianAdmiral and TariAdama

AND NOW... PART TEN OF "AQUA VITAE"...

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The Urantia sailed through the asteroid field, as a group of five Raptors raced from the ship, towards the nearest and largest asteroid.

ADMIRAL STANDISH'S CABIN

Everything was pitch black, in the Admiral's Cabin, as he was trying hard to sleep, fighting a powerful nightmare.

Finally, the light on the nightstand beside him came on, as he groped in the darkness to turn it on. Slowly, he stood up, and moved to sit over his bed, his face in his hands.

Behind him, the sheets rustled, and Eliza got up, and turned to him, placing her hands on his back, to try and comfort him. After a second, she reached to her nightstand, and handed Standish a glass of water, gesturing with the glass, until he accepted it.

Reluctantly, Standish finally drank the water, draining the glass, before handing it back to her.

"This is no good... I need something strong. I'm sick of water. Water doesn't stop the memories... the nightmares. Water doesn't take the pain away." he lamented.

"It's the water you'll be havin'." Eliza began. "You need the water. What you need is a good cleansin', and the ability to see clear and true. As for the pain... you won't defeat it by runnin' away from it... you have to hold it up to the light, and face it, straight-on. Only then, will you be able to put it away for good." she said.

Standish looked to the floor for a long moment, before taking one of her hands in his, and stroking her hand with his fingers.

"I'm sorry... I'll try to sleep." he offered, as he leaned back into bed, drawing the covers back over himself.

"Nothin' to apologize for... it'll take time." Eliza replied. "But you've got me here with you, to help." she added, taking his hands, and placing his arms over her, as they both went back to bed.

URANTIA CORRIDOR

Grae came around the corner, and began the walk to the Pilot's Rec Room, for lunch. It wasn't until she got halfway through the corridor, that she realized she was now passing right in front of the Admiral's Cabin.

She paused in front of the door, still facing forward, not looking at the name on the door, knowing full well where she was.

A flood of emotions instantly began to wash over her... sadness, fear, loathing, betrayal, even burning hatred and anger. She thought she would begin to cry, but then realized that the anger was too powerful at the moment, and was keeping her from feeling sad, either for herself, or the Admiral. Finally, with a deep breath, she resumed her brisk pace to the Rec Room, leaving the Admiral's door untouched.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship held position beside the large asteroid, as two Raptors began their return approach to the port flight pod.

ADMIRAL STANDISH'S CABIN

Standish laid there in the darkness of his quarters listening to Eliza's gentle respiration. She had one arm thrown over his chest while her left leg was draped over his. Tyler rested his head against the top of hers and couldn't keep his mind from revisiting the horror he had brought on his CAG, his daughter. She shouldn't have been there in the first place, but she had come to him out of misplaced loyalty.

Grae had been his shining light, before Eliza, when he was still in a dark place. When Grae would walk into his quarters, no matter her mood, he would feel himself lighten momentarily to listen to her problems. And how did he treat her? He raped her... his own child. She was his CAG, his blood, and the reason he had been smiling. Eliza was becoming such an important person in his life but that didn't mean much if Grae hated him. he knew she hated him after what he had done.

Somehow he needed to make things right with her, but how could he do that, when he was sure that his very presence would make her remember everything?

Tyler was certain that she would either scream in rage at him, or look at him with blind hatred. He would prefer the screaming... anything for her to speak to him.

The other day, he had rounded a corner, and saw her. When she saw him, she took off for the nearest exit she could find. The look of horor on her face was still burned into his memory, and it was that face that he saw, night after night in his dreams as of late. It was the latest mistake he had made in his long line of mistakes. How could he have treated her like that? Why would he have treated her like that?

In the pitch darkness of his cabin, he laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, running through the horrible events in his mind... trying desperately to make sense of it, or explain it somehow. Once again, it would be another long and sleepless night.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[TariAdama]

Grae would hope the Admiral has a few more sleepless nights after what he did. Not enough pain for him... lets heap a little more onto him....


LOL!! Ok ok.. he needs a break too.. i love it.

 

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Aqua Vitae" (EP. 008)

Written by BolianAdmiral and TariAdama

AND NOW... PART ELEVEN OF "AQUA VITAE"...

CONTINUED...

COLONIAL FLEET COMMAND INSTALLATION, LEONIS - 6 YEARS AGO

The large reception room was awash with activity, as Colonial Fleet officers mingled about, helping themselves to drinks from the open bar, and appetizers from the tables, as large banners on the walls wished Admiral Tilton a happy retirement.

One attractive young woman walked over to three Commanders, who were standing together, talking amongst themselves.

"Thank you." the younger of the three Commanders said, taking a glass, as the woman walked away. The younger Commander looked at the other two, squinting, in mock concentration, as he pointed to the other two men, while holding his drink. "Now I know what it is about you two... what's been bugging me all night long..." he said.

"And just what is that?" William Adama asked, looking up to the man, from his drink.

"You two... you look like you could be brothers... you look almost exactly alike!" the pointing man offered.

"Frak that." Adama said, softly, taking another drink.

"Like hell." Tyler Standish said, at the same time Adama made his remark. "You need glasses, Mister McAllister." he added.

"No, it's true!" McAllister prodded. "The only difference, is your moustache, Bill." he added, as Standish and Adama looked at each other, skeptically.

"Don't count on me ever growing one of those frakking things." Standish said, taking a drink, and then looking back to McAllister. "So, what about it, Darryl... when the hell are you gonna graduate from commanding a Gunstar, to a Battlestar, like the big boys?" he asked.

"Hey, now... the Resolve is a fine vessel." McAllister protested. "Now that we don't have to worry about the frakking toasters, the pirate activity keeps us busy... they've been raiding pretty hard at Gemenon." he added. "Besides... last time I checked, Urantia was smaller than the Galactica." he said, as Adama looked to Standish, smiling wryly.

"He's got you there, Tyler." Adama offered, softly.

"Frak it..." Standish began, as he looked at his empty glass. "I need a refill... be back in a sec." he added, walking away, leaving McAllister and Adama together.

As Commander Standish approached the bar, to get a new drink, he walked up beside a balding Colonel, who was sitting on a barstool, fidgeting impatiently, as he waited for his next drink.

"C'mon! Where's my frakking drink?" the Colonel called out, as Tyler looked to him. "What?" the man asked, looking to Standish, slightly annoyed.

"Nothing." Standish began, extending his hand. "Commander Tyler Standish... Battlestar Urantia." he introduced.

"Saul Tigh... BSG Galactica." the man replied, halfheartedly shaking Tyler's hand, before turning back to face the bartender, who was annoying Tigh, by taking his time getting him his drink. The bartender was wearing a rainbow-colored tropical-patterned shirt, which provided the fodder for the Colonel's next address to the man. "C'mon... get me my frakking drink, you fruity frak-bastard!" Tigh called out, in a crusty and grizzled voice.

"How many of those have you had so far?" Tyler asked, as the bartender finally slid Tigh his drink.

"What're you... my frakking shrink?" Tigh asked, downing his drink, as he looked to Tyler.

"Not at all..." Tyler began. "I've been hitting it pretty hard of late, myself... wife issues." he replied.

"Heh... I know how that is..." Tigh answered. "Been havin' a few issues with my old lady, as well." he added.

"Well, just be careful, with that stuff... I'd hate to see you lose yourself in a bottle." Standish offered, as he took his refill, and began to walk away.

"Same to you." Tigh called out after him, as he took another glass, and downed it.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship held position beside the large asteroid, as three Raptors began their return approach to the port flight pod.

GRAE'S QUARTERS

Grae could still feel the smack from Eliza's hand as she lounged in her rack. Jareth had said he would be back in an hour and the hour was almost up. Soon she would have to tell him about the bruises and scratches. She couldn't keep lying to him about where they had come from. Grae had told him that she had gotten them in an clumsy misstep out of her Viper. He had countered that the Top Gun of Urantia fell off a ladder. Grae had just let it go and tried to laugh it off.

In truth, she was terrified that if he found out what happened to her at the hands of the Admiral, he would leave her and do something to the Admiral.

No matter what had happened between her and the Admiral, Grae still loved him. He gave her the life she had now and Standish gave her the love and stability that she should have had when she was a child.

"Grae?" Jareths voice cut into her thoughts, and she looked at him from under her bangs. He had a lopsided grin on his face which made red flags wave in Grae's mind.

"Hey." Grae replied and sat on the edge of the rack. She suddenly felt very self conscious around him. It was as if any moment he would see what was bothering her, and his good mood would turn tail and Grae would be suffering a storm. But Jareth just sat down next to her and smiled.

"I managed to get us a few days off Urantia. Course I had to bargain with Hindri for this so don't make me look bad." Jareth reported.

"Oh? Where are we going?" Grae asked.

"Well, you know that ship, The Achilles? Well there is a room there with our name on it. So all you have to do is say yes, and we will take the next Raptor of this ship." Jareth said, as he looked eagerly into Grae's face. She wanted to say yes, but something was preventing her from saying that one word.

In a split moment Grae said "Yes.". She wanted to get off Urantia, and away from the Admiral for a while. He seemed to be everywhere she went. Whether she heard his voice or she caught his scent. Everything seemed to remind her of what happened that night.

Jareth looked so happy, that he pulled Grae towards him and kissed her. He moved her back until she was lying down with him settling half his weight on top of her.

Grae hadn't freaked out yet, but if he continued she just might. His hand found it's way under the hem of her undershirts, and was working it's way up her stomach. She had a flash of the Admiral over her, and couldn't breathe. Grae shoved Jareth away from her, and bolted from the bed gasping for a good breath of air. Jareth came over to her, and put his hands on her shoulders, which were shaking. He was bound to ask now. Grae knew he could see the marks on her neck, and if his hand had moved up any higher, he would have felt other scratch marks.

"Ok, now I know something is wrong. What happened to you?" Jareth whispered, and Grae only shook her head. She wasn't sure if she could speak without her voice breaking under the weight of all the emotion she had up on her brain. It was nothing to do with him, but everytime she closed her eyes she could see the Admiral.

"Nothing happened." Grae said, and took a step away from him, but Jareth wouldn't let her get away from him.

"What happened? If it was some of those bastards from the Thunderstar then I swear I will.." Jareth began.

"It wasn't your dumb former pilots." Grae whispered and turned to him. He had fire in his eyes that was slowly turning to hate for whoever had hurt her. He would try and get to the Admiral if she told him, but if Grae kept lying to Jareth, then she ran the risk of losing him for good. She didn't want to lose him.

"Then who was it?" Jareth drilled, his voice like ice, dripping with barely controled rage.

"The... Admiral." Grae whispered.

"WHAT!?" Jareth bellowed and Grae jumped. She had expected him to react like this, and on another level welcomed it. Hopefully his rage would melt some of the frozen desolation that had surounded her heart and ignite her own fire that had seemed to go out.

Jareth came over to her and grabed her shoulders. He knew his fingers dug into her flesh, but he couldn't seem to help it. His woman had been for all intents and purposes, raped by her CO, and Jareth would see that the Amdiral paid somehow for hurting Grae.

Jareth never really understood the relationship Grae and the Admiral had, but he respected it. She didn't have to tell him that Standish raped her... all the signs were there. The marks on the back of the neck and the way she bolted from the bed when he settled on top of her. She was scared. Jareth could never picture Grae being scared. That was not her image.

"What did he do to you?" Jareth asked, this time his voice more controled.

"We were drunk and... I don't remember much... just scattered flashes." Grae replied.

"It doesn't matter if he was drunk, he's always drunk!" Jareth went back to shouting.

"NO! He's Not!!" Grae shouted back.

Even though she had been hurt by the Admiral, her loyalty to him was second to none. He was her Commander, and his word was scripture from the Gods. If Standish ordered her to die, then she would die, in defense of the ship. It was how she was, and it was what he inspired her to be a better soldier. But this was something that didn't know if she could get past. As long as she didn't dwell on what happened too much, Grae wouldn't be able to remember his hands on her, or his teeth biting into her skin, or whatever else he had done to her.

Jareth stalked closer to Grae and grabing her arms he spun her around so that she was facing him, but Grae wouldn't look at him. He grabbed her chin to make her look at him but she fought him, pushing his hand away three times before he caught hold of her chin and held it tight, so that she had to look at him.

"He'll pay for this." Jareth growled.

"Jareth, don't hurt him, please." Grae plead, as she looked on the verge of tears again. All she seemed to do these days was cry, or walk around in a daze.

Jareth immediately softed and pulled her close. As much as he wanted to hurt the Admiral, he didn't want to lose Grae. She was important to him, and he wanted to make sure she was always at his side. But if the Admiral tried anything like this with her again, no amount of pleading from Grae would stop Jareth from beating the Admiral's face in with his bare hands. For right now, he held Grae, as she shook with the effort at containing her tears.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Aqua Vitae" (EP. 008)

Written by BolianAdmiral and TariAdama

AND NOW... PART TWELVE OF "AQUA VITAE"...

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship and her fleet sailed through the outer edge of the asteroid field, as Viper CAPs flew alongside the fleet ships.

ADMIRAL STANDISH'S CABIN

Tyler Standish stood over his sink, raising his head, to face himself in the mirror, as the mirror-image of Eliza asleep in his rack could be seen behind the image of his face.

Gently, he pulled a comb through his hair, fixing it to his satisfaction, as he then lowered his eyes, not wanting to look at his own reflection anymore, as he turned to walk away, buttoning the top of his blue duty uniform, on the way to the door to his cabin.

It had been almost a full week, since his return home, after both a massive nervous breakdown, and an almost-lethal heart attack. The pain of what he had done was still fresh in his mind, and he didn't want to face the outside world, until he felt he had eliminated all of his pain, but he was going stir-crazy... he had to have a change of view, from his dimly-lit quarters.

He turned the handle on the door, and pushed it open, stepping outside, and taking his first steps into Urantia's corridors again.

He took a deep breath and let it out with an equally deep sigh, taking steps forward, until he reached the corner of the hallway, where he paused, as he spotted Grae, at the other end of the corridor.

After a second, Grae also spotted him, and she too, froze, in place, gazing towards him.

Tyler looked to his CAG, a flood of images and memories flooding back into his mind. He remembered everything that happened that horrible night... Grae's initial struggling, and verbal protests, and his unwillingness to let go of her. He remembered her fear, and his emotions... anger, rage, lust, and betrayal.

Finally, he could take no more, and turned around abruptly, and walked back to his cabin, throwing the door open, and briskly walking to his desk, where he reached for a drawer, and pulled it open, reaching for his gun.

With his other hand, he produced two bullets from the drawer, and loaded them into the clip, and prepared the gun for firing, as he walked to the couch, and sat down, fighting back tears.

He looked to the floor, and grimaced, gritting his teeth, as he could not hold back his pain any longer, and began to cry. He looked at the photo of him and Eliza, on Emilon, and apologized to the image of her, as if somehow, she would understand, or that would make things more bearable.

"I'm sorry..." he said, sobbing.

With a quick movement, he brought the gun up to his right temple, and pressed it hard against his skull, clenching his teeth, in morbid anticipation of pulling the trigger, as he closed his eyes, ready to do it.

His finger applied more pressure to the trigger, and then loosed the grip, as he opened his eyes, briging the gun back down.

"AAAHHHH!!!" he cried out, in frustration, at his own inability to end his own life.

He repositioned the gun, so that he was holding the handgrip with both hands, the barrel pointed right at him, as he again brought the gun right up to his forehead, again pressing it into his skin, feeling the harsh, cold, steel against his skin.

"I'm gonna do it... I'm gonna do it... I'm gonna do it..." he whispered to himself, rocking back and forth, tears streaming down his face.

"TYLER!!!" Eliza's voice shouted out, forcing Standish's eyes wide open.

Eliza walked around the couch, over to the other chair, where she sat, facing him.

"What do you think you're doin'? she called out, while Standish just looked to her, the gun still aimed at his head.

"Don't try and stop me..." he began, through his teeth. "I'm gonna do it... I can't do this... I can't live with it anymore." he plead. "Not what I did... to her... to Grae..." he added, sobbing.

"What... what did you do to her?" Eliza asked.

Standish looked at her, his face twisted in emotional agony, his life now backed into a corner, with nowhere to run. He only had two choices now... pull the trigger, or admit the horrible crime he had committed, and hope to the Gods, that that would somehow bring him some solace.

He shook his head, breaking down. Finally, the pain became too much for him to bear, and he did it... he admitted his ultimate sin, to the woman sitting in front of him... the woman who was devoting so much of herself, to helping him.

"I... I RAPED HER!" he cried out, with all his might, crying. "My own daughter... MY OWN FRAKKING DAUGHTER!!!" he added, pushing the gun hard against his skin. "OH, GODS..." he cried, sobbing.

Eliza looked to the man she loved, and though her face wore a look of anger and disappointment, she knew this man... she knew he would not have done such a thing, had he known what he did, or if he had been in control.

"So, then... why... WHY did you do it?" she asked. "You have to tell me, Tyler... it's the only way. If you tell me, you can face your pain... the reason why you're hurtin'." she offered.

Again, Tyler shook his head, as he cried, finally putting the gun down on the couch beside him, as he looked up to the ceiling, shouting out the truth.

"Because I was frakking ANGRY!" he shouted, looking to Eliza. "I was angry... angry at Tina, angry at D'anna, angry at Grae... angry at ALL the frakking women, who have done nothing but frakking HURT, and MANIPULATE me!" he yelled.

Eliza took over the moment, and rushed to his side, taking him into her arms, as he cried on her shoulders, holding onto her.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship and her fleet sailed through space.

URANTIA BRIG

The battered and bruised face of D'anna Biers looked straight ahead at the person facing her, from behind the bars of her cell.

On the outside, Grae sat in front of D'anna, staring right at her, her face a blank slate, of no emotion. Only her eyes betrayed her, showing off the deep anger and sadness she now carried with her.

For a long moment of silence, the two women just stared at each other, until D'anna broke the silence, by breaking a small smile.

"So... come to see me and gloat?" she spat. "This IS what you wanted, after all... to get your revenge on me." she added. "You know... that was one bad move you made... rushing in like that, and telling the Admiral I'm a Cylon. You damn near put him down for good, I hear he had such a breakdown, afterwords." she said, chuckling.

"Me?" Grae asked, shaking her head, beside herself that this Cylon... thing... would even dare go there. "You... YOU did this... you frakking Cylon BITCH!" Grae spat. "Tell me... was it worth it? Did it feel good, to manipulate and betray the man who came to love you? Did you get what you wanted out of it?" she prodded.

D'anna just chuckled, as she shook her head, looking to Grae.

"No... not really, sadly." she began. "Pity it wasn't more fulfilling. But you... I hear you got a good working over, from the old man..." D'anna added, now laughing. "Tell me... how was it... to be on that end of his anger... his rage?" she prodded, laughing. "How did it feel... to frak daddy?"

That was all Grae could take...

Without even thinking, Grae reached for her sidearm, and pulled it out, aiming it right at D'anna's head, and crying out with a shout as loud as anything she could ever muster, that contained the sum of all her pent-up anger, rage, and pain, opened fire on D'anna, emptying her entire magazine of ammunition into the Cylon prisoner, the bullets striking her right between the eyes, as her lifeless body now fell backward, the rear wall of the cell absolutely splattered with D'anna's blood and brain matter.

In front of Grae's face, the wisps of smoke floated upwards from the barrel of her gun, as Grae faced the cell, her eyes wide, behind her bangs of hair, her teeth clenched, and her breathing hard.

Finally, the result of everything she'd been through came to the surface, and she broke down, crying, as the door to the Brig opened, behind her.

She turned to see who was in there with her now, and was greeted by the sight of Admiral Tyler Standish, now in full uniform, neat and clean, and standing tall and straight.

His face wore a look of understanding, and mutual pain, as he momentarily looked at D'anna's bloody corpse, on the cell floor, before looking back to Grae.

All Grae could do, was get up, and run into the Admiral's arms, letting every tear she had in her out, as he held her close and tight, stroking her hair.

"I'm so sorry... so sorry, baby." Standish whispered. "It's okay now... " he offered.

"Oh, Gods... it hurts..." Grae cried, still hugging him with all her strength.

"I know." Standish said, pulling Grae away from him just enough so that they could look at each other, as he wiped the tears from her eyes. "But it's time to get better now." he said, as Grae looked to him, nodding between sobs, that she understood.

"I love you... dad." she said, hugging him again.

"I love you to, my baby... and I want you to know that I'm so... so, very sorry, that I hurt you. I promise you, it will never happen again... you're my daughter." he replied, holding her tight.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship and her fleet sailed through space.

CIC

The crew was busy working at their posts, as Commander McAllister, and Colonel Hindri stood at the command table, looking at the DRADIS monitors.

They almost didn't hear the door to CIC open, but they DID hear the voice that called out, in the room, immediately after...

"SITREP!" a familiar voice boomed.

A series of gasps from the officers at the aft section prompted everyone to look to the door.

"ADMIRAL ON THE DECK!" one man called out, as everyone stood at attention, saluting the return of Admiral Standish.

Standish looked around the room, drinking in the sights and smells and sounds of everything. He took a deep breath... he missed this place. THIS was his home... this was where he belonged.

"As you were!" Standish called out, as McAllister and Hindri walked over to the Admiral.

"Admiral Standish, Sir... welcome back, Sir." McAllister said, offering his hand to Tyler, who took it, as everyone in CIC began to applaud and cheer the return of their leader.

"Sir... welcome back, Sir." Hindri said, shaking Tyler's hand.

"My new XO... congratulations, Mister Hindri... good to have you at my side." Standish offered.

"Thank you, Sir!" Hindri said, as McAllister again saluted Standish.

"Admiral Standish, I hereby present to you, the command of the Battlestar Urantia, and the ships that comprise her fleet, Sir!" McAllister stated.

"Thank you, Commander McAllister... I hereby accept said command. You stand relieved, Sir." Tyler said, saluting the man.

"Thank you, Admiral." McAllister replied, as he led Tyler to the command table.

"So... I seem to recall asking for a SITREP." Standish stated.

McAllister looked to Hindri, who took it from there.

"Right." Hindri began. "Well, Admiral... we are on course for Kobol, after learning of the location of the Cylon armada, that was presumably waiting for us to jump in. We just completed a two-day pause at an asteroid field, where we harvested roughly a two-month's supply of new tylium." he reported.

"Kobol, huh?" Standish asked, shuffling the recon photos and navigational charts on the table. "Good job, using the Urantia Compact, to keep the ship safe, while I was gone." he added, looking to Hindri, who smiled. "So where IS the Cylon fleet?" he asked.

"Caprica space, Sir." Hindri answered.

"Very well." Standish replied. "Let's fulfill our promise of taking the fleet to Kobol, since we're en route. I have a feeling the Cylons will still be at Caprica, when we get there." he offered.

"And after the battle, Sir? After Caprica? Where do we go from there?" Hindri asked.

Standish turned to face the table, looking up at the DRADIS, as he replied.

"Forward, Mister Hindri... we go forward." he stated.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[Macker]

Ding Dong! The Witch is Dead! The Wicked Witch is Dead!

All jocularity aside...if I figure right, it's been about 10 days or so since the Admiral raped Grae. Without ever going through something as horrible as that, I'm guessing it's going to take a very long time for both of them to recover. If the Fleet doesn't have a shrink, then there's going to be one person who's going to have their hands full.
Is that an accurate assumption?

* - Edited to add content

 

[BolianAuthor]

^

Aye, it is... the theme of this season is the return of Eliza Winnow... it will be she, who will be charged with healing the Admiral, Grae, and the fleet as a whole.

And there is a surprise coming, when the fleet gets to Kobol, that will affect what happens after the upcoming Battle of Caprica. Remember, that another Battlestar also visited Kobol...

And I am also working on the opening to the Battle of Caprica episodes, which will begin with a flashback to Caprica, 41 years before the fall. Let's just say it will be VERY chilling, and quite satisfyingly violent.

 

[Macker]

Hmmm...might that involve the Graystones, Joe and/or Sam, or the Guatrau?

 

[BolianAuthor]

No... it won't involve anyone from Galactica, Caprica, or Urantia... but it WILL deal with the Cylons, hehe... it's gonna depict the beginning of the First Cylon War, in a very public, and chilling way.