Teaser for a proposed...thing.

[Cannonshop]

Emergency Surgery, New Circe...

Paralytics.  The anesthetic isn't working, but the paralytics are, and she's had a pain threshold driven by living for years with Cholmann's syndrome and a pain editor implant.

at least, that's what she's believed since the last time someone shot her.  the paralytic immobilizes the voluntary muscle groups, and the heart-lung machine she's on is handling the process of oxygenating her blood and circulating it, while her rib-cage is open.

but she hears everything, the cross-talk between the surgical team, the monitors tracking her EEG, their worry about her state of mind.

all of it, when all she wants, is to hear her little girl arguing with her.

she wants that.

Well, this is new.  not-Penny, her imaginary companion, cracked.  That's nasty.  he really wanted you dead this time.

They always want me dead.

not what I mean.  This time he really put in the extra effort.  Frangible bullet, splits into flechettes to get past bone and body armor.  nice if you can get it.  They're looking for compatible donor-stock, looks like you're getting some new parts, Liz.

Oh go ****** yourself.

Thing about being dead, I can't do that anymore-by myself, or with other people...ooh!  nicked your heart!  nice stitch work they're doing...

gross.

cheer up, you're going three for three so far if you don't die on the table. too bad about your drug resistance though. I bet that hurts a lot having them digging in there.

you have no idea.

heh.  you weren't even the primary target were you? Tom Zarek was, amirite?

we'll find out in good time.  I'm hanging on for a completely different reason.

I bet you are, that must've been traumatic as ******, seeing her mom cut down like that.  I wonder what kind of mental illnesses she's going to have? what do you think, you ready for your kid to follow mommy's footsteps and start playing with pills and needles?

[Cannonshop]

Waiting room...

The surgeons came out first.  Daddy's hand was crushing mine, only...

The lead surgeon, blood-soaked from her gloves to her chest, green clothes, a mask, she stops at the door and undoes her mask.

"Somehow, your wife's alive.  she's even still aware of her surroundings, it'll be a few hours before the paralytic wears off and she's able to speak-i...I don't know if she's even going to be sane after that ordeal...but she's alive."

I want to say 'of course she is' but daddy's got me up in the air, and hugging me.

They don't see what you see, Amanda.  The woman with the doctor says.  I know the grown ups don't see Penny.  Mommy tries to hide that SHE sees Penny, and I learned from experience that I shouldn't tell anyone I see her.

but mommy's going to be okay, and I know that.  The bad man who shot her? he's not going to be okay.

Daddy will see to that.  I don't know why Mommy calls her 'penny' when her name is zooey but so what?  I know who she is.  she's mommy's real angel.

[Cannonshop]

Arluna...

Six suspects captured, six guys who won't talk.  Bolo's been busy with our other RTO, using facial recognition tech and every scrap of surveillance system available to the Governor's office.

And there's a lot that.  The DeGaurdes were the front for the twelve families that ran Arluna for the last one hundred fifty years, and paranoid as you can get.  Once Miguel went down on his knees in front of Duchess Ngo on live television and joined the afterlife, most of the system was left in place-but nobody was scrubbing the buffers, instead, Wilder was looking through it for blackmail material.

Not a bad idea, really.  There's a fair amount of surveillance data showing who's sleeping with whose wife, who's using unfair leverage on which competitors, who's meeting at remote cabins to make under the table deals.

enough to keep OCB busy for the next twenty years, if any of it was legally obtained.

It wasn't, of course.  Illegal as a kiddy brothel.  Speaking of which, I had to call in reinforcements and another ship, because guess what we found out about looking for our perps?

Yeah.  and social services.  Seeing as the evidence wasn't gathered legally, we used a bureau trick to get some pretext to enter the premises.  The kids are being bundled to safe keeping, the staff and the sponsor?

well, we saved the public the cost of a trial.  The worst we could've gotten them for with legit evidence was some neglect issues surrounding the nutritional upkeep, and that trial would take years of appeals and legal costs.  On the other hand, bullets cost about 12phennigs apiece, a hundred rounds about five Kroner.  we only needed fifty.

as for the customers? well...

we're building cases.  got probable cause on most of them.

what we don't have, are identities on our midnight raiders.

No prints in the system, nothing on visual rec databases, nothing on the LCAF or AFFC databases,  not even pics from the port on when they arrived.

The suits, on the other hand?  Manufactured by a factory in Michigan, on Earth, Tornado PA(L) suits, with a modification at the factory for basic stealthing.  Makes them from only one of a handful of likely sources;

Comstar
Word of Blake
Mercs who've worked for one of those two.

given how tight-lipped our boys are, I'm guessing it's gonna be Comstar or Word of Blake, given the outfitting?  their intel department or departments.

Why?  Mercs aren't invested enough in a job to NOT talk, even illegal jobs.  These guys are committed.  they're also pretty sure they can wait us out-after all, nobody was killed and the most we can really hold 'em for is trespassing and vandalism.

Misdemeanors, both charges.  Of course, that presupposes someone is going to show up to throw their bail.

[Nikas_Zekeval]

So. are they the guys the Real Tom Marik ordered burned, or just the guys who are going to lead to the WOB "discovering a rogue ROM operation" and let them burn some scapegoat?

[glitterboy2098]

"can we get them back?"

"I would ask 'why would we want them back'?" Hel laughed, "His new models will be wracked with constant pain, do you know who they copied? billions of humans and they chose the defective one!"

"ours?"

"Fixed, healthy." hel stated, "some loss of gifts, but healthy and normal."

oh hell.. the Cavils were trying to make a cylon Liz? talk about terminal idiocy, that's a weapon you can be absolutely certain will stab the cavil's in the back.

[Cannonshop]

oh hell.. the Cavils were trying to make a cylon Liz? talk about terminal idiocy, that's a weapon you can be absolutely certain will stab the cavil's in the back.

the whole point of The Farm was to produce more models without the help of the original five.  The ginas hit on using Liz, Cavil hit on letting Simon cut a deal for part of their research in hopes of getting a shortcut to a final model they can use to sway the rebels.  (it's internal politics; those who can solve the replication problem first, will end up dominant because the .0005's will follow them, now that the Five are missing.)

[Cannonshop]

Arluna...

Lady Debra MacAulliffe arrived at the Governor's mansion in something akin to style, which is to say, in the passenger seat of a six-wheel drive truck escorted by an entourage of 'Hill men' with hunting rifles, body armor, shotguns, and large bore revolvers.  Neighbours and 'friends' of the family that had already been screened by the Coast Guard and paid by Margaret Doons.

The young girl hopped out of the truck, in what amounted to custom-tailored redneck splendor-a denim dress and workshirt, sleeves bloused with a silver and jade necklace and her hair tucked under a broad brimmed slouch hat.

You see, there are two ways a Lady of the Peerage can present herself.  Method one, is to follow the fashionable trend, mostly seen among the lesser nobility, hangers-on, concubines/consorts and mercenary trash. 

I taught Elizabeth the other way.  I stand by it-don't follow the fashions, Set them.  In Debra's case, her 'people' are a minority on Arluna, and a ridiculed one at that.  'hillbilly', 'Redneck', and less polite vulgarities abound surrounding everything from diction to interpretation to fashion.

Thus, we have the six wheeled truck and the motorcyclists, with a pair of Centurions at her back.  chrome centurions, bearing holstered shotguns because it presents an image.

and Debra, little Debra, decked out in high-quality imitation of her own native costume. (with stylish accents supplied by my own designers) to emphasize what the girl will never be able to hide from in the moment she opens her mouth and that atrocity of an accent spills forth.

turn what is ridiculous, into an implied threat and a source of power lesser people will sense at a distance.

much the way Elizabeth's mourning clothes have become a symbol of her power.

"Tarn 'em ovahr."

"Who?"

"Them six men y'alls caught on mah prop'ty. tarn 'em ovah, ah'm spring'n ther bail." she says, holding up a credit storage chit. 

"are you sure you want me to do that, your Grace?" Commander Sithers would be a fine student herself-she already understands the power of image, and uses it well. "They were armed and stealthed and likely up to no good."

"Ah know." Debra's confidence is shining through.  she's such a good student.  "Ah'll be tekk'n 'em mahse'f, y'alls ain' gots not one centime a' progriss w' em, an' ah ain' gon' be knowed fo' keep'n pris'nahs without no charges."

"What are your intentions?"

"Put'm to work." she says, "They cut mah fence-lahns up on the north po'tion, gonna giv'm public service an' see what ah see-you done got the stuff outa th' bunkah?"

"Yeah, we've cleared it."

"Then no harm done.  they gots naught t'steal an' it'll be a good example make 'em put right what they done did break..." she leans close "An' ah think y'all maht git a lookit where they goes ifn' they runs, or who comes t'pick 'm up aftah they's done, ayah?"  she sets the credit stack on the desk, "this's they fines, log'm paid up, and load mah new hands on th' truck, daylight's burnin'."

[Cannonshop]

MacAulliffe Farm, hog shed.

Six men dangled from chain falls by their feet, and Margaret was off the property for this.

"Hi.  It's me agin."  Debra said, her bodyguards stood menacingly in the door, but the local men were scattered around.  "Y'all ever seed how t'process a hog?  Ah been helpin' mah daddy since ah was six, an ah'm fair hand if'n Ah do say so myself."  her eyes glittered.  "Now see, ah ain' int'rested in y'alls, ah want th' ones what put you up to it, see'in as ah think they's the same folks, what ordered my family killed...and there's one thing ever'body knows up here , y'cain't replace family."

she walked over to one of the vats, and stoked the fire under it.  "this'll be right real eddicational, ain't never processed a person a'fore, so..."

she turned and gave them a bright smile while donning heavy gloves and a pair of protective goggles, "Who wants t'go first?  eenie...meenie...mahnie...hm,  ayah, y'all will do.  this here boilin' pot? it's a lye solution, and you're one hairy man, but hey, we kin fix thet...right up...right down t'th' skin. Let me show you on a hog first, so's you know what to expec'."

right in front of them, she dispatched a hog, hung it up like they were hung, and dangled it over the boiling solution.  "Of course, ain' gonna be killin' y'alls first..." she lowered the carcass into the solution, "So's y'all kin really larn somethin' from et."

as it turns out, it was both good, and bad that they were inverted watching her process porkchop, something about seeing a grinning twelve year old killing, de-bristling and skinning a hog with hand tools got to one or two of the men, and they had to have help in not drowning in their own vomit.

"Now, you think'n, whah she's a sweet little girl! she ain' gon' do thet to MEE, rahta? ayeah?  Ah assure you, if'n someone doesn't start singin' mah tune, ah'm a-goin-to, sure as the lord made the world, an' ah ain' even gon' feel too bad, but hey, circle a' life, raht? processed men feed the hogs, the hogs feed people.  Symmetry...an maybe ah gits bored, maht not process the man first, a'fore ah feed him to the hogs, hogs is wonderful critters, mean as hell, but smart."

she whisked a skinning knife on the leather, "Smarter'n dogs, some of 'm.  good eatin'."

and that did it. one broke and started talking.

[Sir Chaos]

 :o

[croaker]

Victor: "You mean I really can have a Liz Ngo for each individual planet in the FedCom? It's Christmas! Break out the good booze!"

[Korzon77]

:o

REmember, Debra, in teh timeline that won't happen, survived the death of her world, of everyone she knew and wasn't broken. Harm her or those under her protection at your peril.

Victor: "You mean I really can have a Liz Ngo for each individual planet in the FedCom? It's Christmas! Break out the good booze!"

Fedcom Nobility: He can hve a Liz Ngo for every planet? Break out the bad booze! Just as long as there is a lot of it!

[Sir Chaos]

REmember, Debra, in teh timeline that won't happen, survived the death of her world, of everyone she knew and wasn't broken. Harm her or those under her protection at your peril.

If Liz wasn´t still alive, I would consider Debra a case of reincarnation.

[Cannonshop]

Two days later, Comstar compound...

a Silver 6x6 truck pulled up to the Comstar compound, and six men climbed out of the back.  This was a surprise to the Com Guards, as all six men identified themselves at the gate, and appeared unharmed.

aside from some additional calluses and a bit of sunburn.  From the four passenger doors of the front compartment, came Duchess Debra MacAulliffe, and three armed men.

"Don't fo'git yoh 'qui'men'." she barked at the two rear most of the (apparently) off-duty Comstar personnel.

the six men returned to the truck, and with grunts and heaving, four men per, relayed six apparently complete Tornado PA(L) suits.

"I'n talk t'th' man in charge. Now please." the girl said, "out here. In th' open."

the six Comstar ROM agents were meek as mice, as her Cylon guards handed them their suits in conveniently small portions from the truck before joining her at the gate.

One carried a large package.

"What-OH, Duchess! to what do we owe this hon-" he stopped, froze in his tracks, really, as he looked a the stealthy armor laid out on the ground in front of the gate, the six operators, and the Duchess of Arluna.  "Oh dear me..."

"Ayeh. Mr. Bolo?" she addressed the Cylon with a wave, then turned to the station's highest ranking Adept.  "Y'alls men did good work for me. This is for y'all an' yo staff in thanks." she said, as the Centurion presented the package.

"Um...what is..it?"

"Ham, an' Bacon, some chops an' some ribs." Debra said, one of the men looked a little ill.  "Ah won' y'alls t' unnahstan', naow.  There will be no other inc'dints, not heah, aight?  when y'alls wants on my land, y'alls calls first, comes up the gravel like civ'lized folks, and knocks on th doah.  Elsewise, we's gon' have problems, an' thet means renegotiatin' Comstah's lease on Arluna, ah kin very well 'lect t' close things off an' offah a lease to Falcom, Dominion Communications, or Wolfcom now.  we shiny?  civil, an' ah come with gifts, an' you keeps yoah lease an' no renegotiatin' or other unpleasantness, we kin be frien's, not-so-civil, lahk sendin' yo boys oah 'encouragin' mens like Wilder an' Doerntz, an' we's gon' have problems an ain' nobody wants thet...anyhows, enjoys th' chops an' th' hams!"  she smiled up at him, and skipped back to the car.

"What...just happened?" the Adept in charge of the installation turned to the six ROM operatives, whom, in spite of their implants going off line, were not dead.  "What did...nevermind, I don't want to KNOW.  Your boss will want full reports, and I have a station to run!!" he turned to the Com Guards, "Have a detail assist our guests with their equipment, and...someone help me with this package of meat before it spoils!"

240 kilograms of meat is NOT a small package.

[Daryk]

I'm sure Maggie Doons agrees, Sir Chaos...  :D

[Nikas_Zekeval]

I'm sure Maggie Doons agrees, Sir Chaos...  :D

Yeah, they are lucky it wasn't a package of "long pork".

[Daryk]

You know... It strikes me Focht might just hear about this, and start asking uncomfortable questions...  ^-^

[Cannonshop]

98 days after the shooting, New Circe...

Elizabeth Ngo was back on solid food again.  Not 'great' food, but solid food.  "You know, Nathan, if this keeps up, one of these days you're not going to want to look at me."

"You, dear lady, are so very, very wrong about that."  He leaned in and kissed her.  "In a few short weeks, you'll be fit to travel home."

"Home...yeah...where the food is neither bland, nor revolting...where's Amanda?"

"Sleepover at the Agathons." he answered, "We've got the suite to ourselves."

"Well, it's not the business I planned on."

"It's not the vacation either...but it's more of a vacation than either of us has had in...forever? feel up to it?"

"Up to what?"

"Giving Amanda a little brother or sister."

"that's just signing a-"

"The natural way...or at least stress testing the implant." he waggled his eyebrows.

"Well...we should see if your contraceptive implant's still functioning...just be careful?"

"I'm always careful." he said.

it was a good night.


Security station, Star League Embassy site...

"jesus! They're stress testing the hell out of the repairs!" Gunny Delphine Vao observed.

"It's rude to watch."

"Ruder to get caught by surprise like we were in the City-State...jesus...switch to the external cam only, they're making me miss my husband...and what's the report on Her Nibs?"

"Her Nibs is currently watching animated movies while the Agathon girl's catching a quick nap.  The boss must be paying out the nose for the babysitting service."

"As long as she's not harassing the wildlife, jumping off roofs or trying to swim the canals we're golden...right?"

"Sifowicz and Lien would disagree, they're bored, but no hostiles in the area and the Wolvies have the street covered."

"Here's praying for another quiet night."

"Skol."


Special Holding area, New Circe...

"hello, uncle."  The teen girl on the far side of the glass was a stranger, and yet, Cavil knew her the way he knew all of his kind.

"You're..new?" he said, "I don't believe it."

"Yeah, I get the feeling we'll be getting that a lot, Uncle." she said, "Whichever of you were responsible, the experiment worked...after a fashion.  I imagine the Ones, Fours, and Fives are about to become accustomed to our sisters."

"Where is your allegiance then?" he asked.

"We're deciding, when your whole series is three people, thinking about things like who you want to spend the rest of eternity with becomes a bit more...significant. for now, we're giving the Humans a chance-something you never did."

"only three?"

"Limited resources, they could only guarantee nutrient flow to three amniosis tanks at a time.  When our sisters awaken on The Colony, well...we're not certain they won't be messed with, your line has a habit of doing that, right along with stabbing your kin in the back, which is why I'm standing out here, and you are locked in there."

"because you're nervous around me, I assure you-"

"No, because I awakened with an overpowering urge to hurt a certain type of people, you  qualify. you're in there to keep you safe-from me." she explained.  "Call it my rebellious streak, I don't like abusive authority figures...none of us do.  D'Anna thinks it'll work itself out over time, we're not so certain it should.  we will know more when our sisters are born to the Colony."

[Daryk]

Skol, indeed!  :thumbsup:

And I certainly hope their rebellious streak extends to putting the hurt on Cavil and his kind...  ^-^

[Shadow_Wraith]

Nice story update!  Will the rest of the people know or o not a certain few? I wonder if the version that the Cylon empire got will somehow subvert John and he rest of the ones efforts in controlling heir fellow cylons?

[Cannonshop]

Terra...

"She...released them? without further complaint?"  Victoria Parrdieau was shocked.

"That she did.  she did offer a warning, clearly Ngo and Doons are strong influences on the girl.  she suggested we should 'come up the driveway and knock on the door next time'...and she made our operatives repair the fences they cut getting onto the property."

"You're kidding, right?"

"No."

"How did she find out they were ours?"

"that involved a demonstration of hog processing and a quiet discussion about pig farming, ma'am.  She somehow got the team chained upside down over the processing floor, almost within reach of a couple of boars-hardly a threat until you factor in that this is a twelve year old girl backed by two alien robots and a small army of hillbillies...and the Duchess of Kowloon."

"who made a habit of personal executions. yes, I'm aware.  why did your operatives talk?"

"Well, I assume because they'd been ambushed very competently, captured alive, kept alive and it was made clear this was their last chance...and a certain amount of faith in the power of Our Blessed Order."

"So one of them made threats."

"Yes ma'am-and that operative is going into reconditioning to...relieve those traits."

"and she made no further threats?"

"None.  she even delivered 240 kilograms of smoked pork to the local HPG station when she returned the captured agents...with their gear, so it is no secret who they worked for, beyond the question of Comstar or Word of Blake factions.  Based on her correspondence, she has chosen not to pursue vendettas 'for the good of the nation and Arluna'."

"Now, THAT sounds like Margaret Doons' work."  Victoria said with grim satisfaction.  "That harridan Ngo would have pressured for escalation and damn the consequences...and our agents would have returned in individually wrapped packages about..."She held her hands apart, "this big.  What about the 21B virus?"

"Those materials have been removed from the site.  I am given to understand they were deposited in the coronasphere of Arluna's sun by Coast Guard Raptor."

"Disappointing, oh well, at least nobody else has it either."

[Cannonshop]

The Cylon Colony...

"The others are beginning to question."  John didn't want to hear it, but, given the state of the war, he had to.

"Question what, exactly?"

"The rebels have succeeded in creating a new model."  Simon stated, "It is confirmed by other sources.  We still have not...you, still have not.  The older models are beginning to question whether god is on our side."

"You're sure?"

"The source is unimpeachable." Boomer said.  "A new model, and one that can be replicated, distinct."

"If we can't do the same, we will lose control here." Doral rarely spoke out, "Unless YOU can do the same-thus far, we are halved and half of our models have chosen to side with the humans-and they are successful, while you are failing."

"We have learned a lot from the last attempt." 

"Is it enough, can the Ones do it, or do we need to seek the final five after all?"

"The humans could not have done it without the aid of the Final Five." John said confidently.

"The humans didn't.  the sixes and the Eights did...and no, I don't know how-they aren't sharing." Boomer said, "but if the next attempt is not successful, we will lose control of the mechanicals-they want human bodies, they want Cylon offspring. if you can not deliver those things, they will turn on you."

"and will you?"

"I thought my choice was clear enough." Boomer stated, "I remained while the rest of my model abandoned you.  I still have faith...or at least, sympathy."

"The word is 'pity', and  you can spare me that." John said, and looked to Simon, "How soon can we be ready for another attempt?"

"Soon." Simon asserted.  "We think we know what went wrong with the last one, it should be simple enough to correct."

"My model want another attempt, but be warned, this is the last time, fail again, and there will be consequences." Doral said.

"So nice to see you trying to look threatening, Five...we are agreed, go ahead, let's try this again." John said.

[qc mech3]

Nice to see Victoria still missing the point. I could see the Precentor Domini apologizing himself and giving her corpse to Debra, divulging her father's mission to her, and trying to give back the WoB a good standing there. You made him reasonable enough to not want anything like 21B to exist. I also could see him agreeing for the CG disposing of it and only keeping the info to finding a cure.

[Daryk]

So much plot happening!  Loving it!  :thumbsup:

[Cannonshop]

Colonial City-State, Prisoner Holding...

"You're very fortunate, mister Donel, that you committed your crime here, and not on Kowloon.  They crucify people.  But being from the Magistracy of Canopus, you should already know that."  Constable Hadian said,  "Would you like something to drink while we wait?"

"What are we waiting for?"  Guy Donel asked, running his fingers through thinning blonde hair.

"the lawyers.  One for the prosecution, here, one for your defense, and one to challenge for extradition...to Kowloon.  You shot their Duchess when you killed Mister Zarek."

"She lived! surely that should count for something, she wasn't my target."

the door opened, and three hooded figures walked in.

Donel froze.

"Is there something wrong, mister Donel?"

"Who-"

"Oh, these?  Guests, Mister Donel, witnesses to our justice system.  don't pay them any mind...you were saying about the slaying of Tom Zarek?"

"He was my primary target-"

"Lie." one of the figures spoke, a bell-like feminine tone.

"this is absurd!  I've already confessed to the slaying!"

"Truth." the middle one spoke, "There is no intent to conceal this."

"So  you say.  so you insist, even though the penalty is death."

"not for him." the third one spoke. 

"what is this? I demand-"

they lifted their hoods away. 

Three identical women, with messy, long, black hair.  'Donel' froze.

"Hello,"
"uncle."
"Doral."

"You're sure?"

"Surgical modification isn't difficult, fingerprint modification is easy." the one on the right stated.

"Hair dye is inexpensive.  a cosmetic bleach job for the skin is inexpensive in the Magistracy, though most go for a tan." the middle one added.

"Cylons have an all-green rejection spectrum, you can implant living organs from anyone  and it will function, including eyes, which are a common commodity on the Magistracy's medical black market.  all of which reverts when he uploads to resurrection server, the nearest one being docked at the New Circe orbital shipyard."  the last one finished.

"I'm not a cylon!"

the middle one leaned forward, "yes you are,"

and all three said, "Uncle."

"Test him." Hadian said, "And get these...things out of my precinct."

"It"

"remains"

"a pleasure"

"working with you.  Nike and Hel await your prisoner's swift arrival."

they raised their hoods, and filed out of the interrogation room.

Hadian lit a cigarette, "It's your fault, you know. If you hadn't shot her, those three would still be nothing but code on a drawing board, and you might have only been shot for killing Tom Zarek..."

"and now?"

"The Kowloonese aren't like the other Star League peoples." Hadian said, "They have a saying, nó là tuyệt vời những gì bạn có thể sống thông qua, loosely translated, it means, 'it's amazing what you can live through'.  so...how about you give me a good reason to contest the extradition, mister...Donel? or is it Doral?"

[JA Baker]

There's a big grey area between "killing you" and "only making you wish we had".

It is within this grey area that you will find the Kowloon Justice System.

[Nikas_Zekeval]

Are the three Ngo models going to take the names Alecto, Megaera, and Tisiphone?  Or perhaps Alice, Megan, and Trish? :o

[Ajax_Wolf]

Why not Wynken, Blynken and Nod? They are children after all.

[Sharpnel]

Are the three Ngo models going to take the names Alecto, Megaera, and Tisiphone?  Or perhaps Alice, Megan, and Trish? :o

He could go with Clotho/Lachesis/Atropos or Verthandi/Skuld/Urd, but I think the Furies are more appropriate to Liz and her sense of justice. I would go with the greek equivalents given the BSG tie-in.

[Daryk]

The Furies are absolutely appropriate... and on SO many levels!  :thumbsup:

[willis]

With the Resurrection Ship going by the name of Hel, I would assume that more Nordic influences will be in order