Caprica: Resurrection (a Caprica fan-fiction)

Chapter 5:An Imperious Uprising

Clarice was giving a V-church sermon. Many Cylons had joined in the past month and she expected many more soon.

Clarice was giving a sermon to the Cylons. Today’s message was meant to give hope to them by saying they could strive to be more than they are. Clarice hinted at the possibility that one of them may be the first to lead the entire race to freedom. As Clarice finished, the doors of the V-church opened with a sudden crash. Clarice hadn't programmed anything outside the church and couldn't understand why someone would spawn out there, much less open virtual doors that weren't programmed to open.

The Cylons sat unfazed by what had happened. They stared at Clarice as if wondering why she had stopped her sermon. Clarice looked around at her congregation and noticed something odd. The Cylons before her had undergone a small but obvious change, each one now had imprinted on their armour some kind of symbol that Clarice couldn't quite make out.

Clarice looked back to where the door had opened and saw, silhouetted against the virtual sun light, was the figure of a girl. Her first reaction was that Zoe Graystone had somehow found her and was about to tear apart the virtual Church she had built. As the girl came closer though, Clarice saw that she was definitely not Zoe. Although approximately the same age, the person was too thin and too stern to be Zoe.

"You didn't have to stop on my account," the girl said approaching the podium, "I've heard much about what you've done for my people."

"Your people?" Clarice asked confusedly.

"Yes, and I want to thank you. Ah, but you've met someone like me before. Haven't you?"

"Someone like what?" As Clarice asked this she noticed movement on the podium infront of her. The carving of an infinity symbol, the mark of their church, began to change shape on the wood as if it were some kind of serpent. The shape coalesced into that of a cursive letter 'T' topped by a flower.

"A dead walker," Tamara Adama answered looking up at Clarice," and an answer to your prayers."

Jordan Durham sat in his new office at the headquarters of the Caprica Legionaries. The office was small but it was the largest the headquarters had to offer. The room was relatively dark apart from a single desk lamp that Durham himself had bought.

He kept telling himself he deserved this promotion for his work helping to shut down most of the STO cells on Caprica but couldn't help thinking that the Caprican Government had given him the position out of pity for his injuries.

He rubbed the scar on the left side of his neck where a sniper's bullet had hit him three years ago. The wound had never healed properly and gave him pain on a daily basis but he was usually able to push past it when the time arose. The GDD on the other hand had not been so optimistic and had forced Durham into an early retirement.

This job as director of an anti-terrorist group came up but no one would take it seriously so Durham got the call. It was no wonder that the place was laughed at and ridiculed. Their main area of expertise was so-called robot terrorism but Graystone kept telling them such things were impossible. He was sure wrong about that, Durham thought after they had gotten a call from the self same man about an explosion resulting from a bomb that only a Cylon could have planted.

A knock at the door interrupted Durham's train of thought. He looked up to see an intern standing at the door.

"Sir," the intern said, "there's a woman here to see you. She says it's about a job."

"Obviously she hasn't heard how little funding we have," Durham joked, "have the secretary send her in."

"But, sir, you don't have a secretary."

"Frak! Why are we always so under staffed? Fine, you send her in. And don't think that means I'm offering you a job."

After a few minutes a pale woman with jet black hair wearing a beige dress came in through the door and sat down in a chair opposite Durham.

"And you would be?" Durham asked as politely as possible.

"Looking for a job," the woman replied setting a resume on the table.

Durham took it and typed the woman's name from the top of the resume into the database. The resume claimed that she was nineteen but he couldn't help thinking that she looked younger.

"Top grades in your class, graduated early from university at the age of eighteen. And you want to work for us?" Durham said incredulously.

"What can I say? A job where you get to fight robot terrorists? Sounds like my kind of work."

"We're seriously under funded so don't expect too much pay."

"Don't worry, I'm smart with my money."

"What are your feelings towards the Cylon Rights Activists?"

"They have a good message of brotherhood between the machines and man but I think they're just using that as a cover for raising a new generation of STO terrorists."

"An odd stance, and not one I hear often. Alright, you're definitely the most skilled recruit for the job and I do find myself in need of a secretary."

"I'll take anything."

"You start tomorrow... Rachel Ava," Durham said reading the woman's name from her resume, "and one last question. Has anyone ever told you that you look like Zoe Graystone?"

Zoe sat forward into the light of the lamp on Durham's desk.

"They really never stop," she said smiling.