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Summary: A group of Big Bads gets a warning

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Television > Battlestar Galactica > GeneralxxmagexFR741,4890229,4881 Nov 069 Nov 07No

Chapter One

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“Why do you want to find Earth?” Baltar asked.

“It’s going to be our new home.” The cylon model originally known to humans as D'Anna Biers said.

“Now that would be a stupid idea.”

Everyone in the chamber turned at that comment.

“Who are you?” Biers asked of the short man in the ugly clothes. A trio of Centurions appeared in the entrance of the chamber, no doubt summoned by the Cylons in the chamber already.

“Please.” Whistler harrumphed. “This is supposed to scare me? You guys really need to get a clue. I mean I’ve had the slayer talk about wearing my ribs as a hat. Having a walking toaster wave a blender at me, not that impressive.”

“How did you get here?” Number six asked. “Baltar is the only human on this baseship.”

Whistler looked offended. “Please, you think I’m human. You really don’t know what you’re in for if you go to Earth.” He took his hat off and twirled it around. He surveyed the cylons in the chamber. “Look, I know you think you’ve got nothing to be worried about. After all, all those slayers.”

“Slayers?” Biers asked.

Whistler continued on ignoring the interruption “ ..can’t jump into space to cut open all your floating microwave ovens. However you got the black eyed witch, she can reach out and touch you. I really don’t think the Harris kid is going to stop her from doing so. Lets not forget the Smurf of death. That’s just the white hats, the bad guys are going to be even rougher. Take my advice and don’t go there. Fair warning.” With that Whistler walked out of the chamber, past the strangely unmoving centurions.

“After him.” Biers commanded. “Now!” With that the Centurions lumbered into the passageway, which was inexplicably empty of their quarry.
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