Epilogue

"Overall, I'd say that went rather well," Baltar said over the comm from his quarters, nodding off screen as he was handed a libation. "Thank you, Ayesha, my dear."

"I agree," Adama replied, holding a steaming mug of his own in his quarters, and strangely feeling as though they were sharing a social moment, which may have been apropos considering their little plot. "For perhaps the first time, 'Cylon Base Ship' can be mentioned in humorous terms instead of with dread or resentment, Baltar. It was a good idea."

Baltar smiled unctuously, "Why thank you, Adama. Did any of your staff suspect you?"

Adama took a sip of the hot drink, chamomile and mint mingling in both aroma and taste. "Possibly Colonel Tigh. Admittedly, I haven't been known for practical jokes since my Academy days."

Baltar raised his eyebrows in obvious surprise. "Funny, I would never have pegged you as a jokester."

"Discussing the peace process in Council Chambers wasn't really the place."

"No, of course not," Baltar replied, his smile slipping as his part in the Destruction was thrown in his face. "About that other matter . . ."

"Lieutenant Starbuck as a liaison officer?"

"Yes."

"I admit, I have some concerns. He has a tendency to be a bit of a loose cannon, as I'm sure you're aware from past experience."
"Yes," Baltar admitted. "And I realize of course that his being a prisoner aboard my ship once before does have the potential for . . . complications as it were."

"I'm pleased you acknowledge that, Baltar. It's that variable that leaves me wondering if he would find such an assignment . . . traumatizing, for lack of a better word." After the latest incident with the Agro Tech, he didn't want to initiate a string of events that would propel Starbuck into a potentially volatile situation.

Baltar nodded, seeming to understand. "Perhaps we could modify our original plan, Adama, and have the lieutenant spend a few centars with my Cylons, let's say . . . once a secton or so, instead of actually being posted here. Would that be less . . . traumatizing?"

"A compromise?"

"Yes. If that's agreeable to you?"

Adama smiled. "It sounds reasonable, Baltar. Perhaps a good start to finding our way to mutual respect." He raised his mug to the camera.

Baltar returned the gesture. "Indeed."

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Fleeing from the Cylon tyranny, the last battlestar, Galactica, leads a ragtag fugitive fleet on a lonely quest, a shining planet known as Earth.

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