Title: Undercover Authors: Jen & Stu Date: April 2001 Fandom: Battlestar Galactica Rating: NC-17 Category: Slash Pairing: Starbuck/Apollo Stu's Disclaimer: My wife is evil, she cast a spell on me and made me do this again. Jen's Disclaimer: I really don't want to do my taxes and I'll do anything to get out of it. So after that I talked him into writing this with me. Official Disclaimer: We don't own these characters. As a matter of fact the bank owns more of our stuff than we do! We don't own much, suing us would only prove that you are hopelessly pathetic. Feedback: stu@jnrhome.com Author's Notes: This takes place after Baltar's capture and before the episode 'Baltar's Escape'. Summary: Adama gets kidnapped and secret lives are exposed. Part One (Stu) It was a dark and stormy night... JUST KIDDING! They're on a battlestar in space for Sagan's sake! "Adama, can you really trust Baltar, of all people?" Colonel Tigh asked worriedly. "We have no choice. His intricate knowledge of the Cylons is invaluable to us." "At least take security with you. We all know he can't be trusted," Tigh urged. "Don't worry, Tigh. What could he possibly do? He's confined on the prison barge." ***** Two centars later Rigel announces, "Colonel Tigh, trouble on the prison barge! Baltar has escaped and taken Commander Adama hostage." "Frack! I warned Adama not to trust Baltar! How long ago did this happen and where are they now?" Tigh exclaimed. "Communications were out from the prison barge. The exact time of their disappearance is unknown. They were heading into quadrant four when the ship their ship dropped off the scanners." "Alert Captain Apollo and Lieutenant Starbuck! Have them report immediately to their ships," Tigh ordered. "Colonel Tigh, long-range scan shows a flight of four Cylon raiders approaching from sector four!" Omega interjected. "Of course! What else could go wrong? Scramble Lieutenants Boomer and Jolly. Have them join Cpt. Apollo and Lt. Starbuck and intercept the incoming Cylons." ***** As Apollo and Starbuck approached sector four, Boomer and Jolly joined up with them. "Okay, boys. Here we go! Watch your backs!" the Captain ordered. "They gotta be close, I'm getting a hard-on!" Starbuck quipped. "Can the feldercarb! Boomer and Jolly take the two to starboard, Starbuck you're with me. We've got two to port," Apollo commanded. As the battle ensued, the resulting explosions of the Cylon ships are like exploding suns in the darkness of space. "One left, I'll get 'em!" Apollo exclaimed heatedly. "Apollo, I have an idea. Just wing him and make him crash on that nearby planet! We can use them to get your father back," Starbuck replied. "Are you sure?" Apollo asked with a trace of nervousness. "Trust me." "I've heard that one before." "Yeah, yeah, yeah, just do it!" Apollo fires a glancing shot which strikes the Cylon ship in the starboard engine, causing it to lose power and make a controlled crash onto the nearby planet that Starbuck had previously indicated. "Perfect shot, Apollo! Boomer, you and Jolly head back to the Galactica, inform Col. Tigh we're going after Commander Adama and Baltar. We'll be in contact." "Starbuck, are you sure?!" Apollo urgently asked. "Like I said, Captain, trust me. He's your father, we have to get him back. We'll deal with the consequences when we return," Starbuck sternly intoned. Apollo acquiesced. "Okay, Starbuck. I'll follow your lead. Boomer. Jolly. Do what Starbuck said." Boomer and Jolly did as they were told and returned to the Galactica. Apollo and Starbuck proceeded to follow the Cylon ship to the planet. Upon landing they discovered that the Cylon ship was damaged but repairable. The crew was unsalvageable. The warriors surveyed the wreckage. "So what's your plan now?" Apollo asked. "This may sound a little far fetched but this is what we need to do..." ***** Part Two (Jen) As Starbuck explained his plan Apollo's eyes grew wider and wider. "This is never going to work!" "Well, with *that* attitude it won't. Let's try to think positive here," Starbuck answered. "Okay, I give. Do you really think this will work?" Apollo asked as he surveyed the wreckage before him. "Maybe, maybe not. We'll never know unless we try though." "I still am a little worried." "I'm more than a little worried. But I think of it this way, Adama is your father and he's the closest thing to a father that I've ever had. I don't know about you but I just think that... well, losing him would be just... " "I know." ***** The two warriors fixed the crippled Cylon ship so that it could perform basic maneuvers. They dressed themselves in the defunct Cylon's armor. There was enough material to rig up one Cylon voice simulator but not enough for the both of them. By mutual agreement, Apollo wore the voicebox. Starbuck would just have to remain silent. They were able to salvage parts from two of the Cylon Centurions for their makeshift disguises. They had heard tales of what the Cylons *really* were underneath their armor, but they never really believed it until they saw it for themselves. When they attempted to salvage their inner parts, they discovered the truth once and for all when they pried away the armor. Indeed, Cylons *were* once, and in some ways still were, a biological lifeform. Knowing that the Cylons always had three Centurions per fighter, they propped the unsalvageable parts of the remaining Cylon in the back of the Raider so that on visual contact nothing would be amiss. With great trepidation, the Colonial Warriors (AKA faux Cylons) launched the raider and using the automatic homing beacon, headed towards the Cylon baseship. "Hey, 'Pol?" "Yeah?" "I kind of have to use the turboflush." "Hahahaha! Good one!" "Thanks." Starbuck waved his metallic hand in what he hoped was a comical gesture. A couple of centons later. "Hey, 'Pol?" Apollo grinned beneath the heavy helmet. "Yeah?" "I'm not kidding about the turboflush anymore." "Hahahahahahaha!" "I'm serious." "Please, Starbuck, not now." "Well... what am I gonna do?" "Hold it." "I can't." "You have to," Apollo would have glared at him if the heavy Cylon helmet wasn't on his head. "Too late," Starbuck said as the odor of urine wafted through the tiny ship. "Starbuck!" "Relax. Cylons don't have a sense of smell." "Yeah, but *I* do." "That's your problem." The faux Cylons successfully landed the Raider and disembarked from the craft. Immediately upon exiting the fighter, they encountered a Cylon guard patrol. Apollo, using the rigged-up voicebox, informed the head Centurion that the ship commander had been damaged. "He needs to be taken in for repair." Apollo (in his disguise and using his voicebox) instructed. "By your command," the Centurion guard replied. The Centurion guard commander ordered his landing bay squad to remove the damaged Centurion from the ship and allowed the two Centurion/Warriors to proceed to their destination. Once Apollo and Starbuck were clear of the landing bay... "I can't believe we got this far!" Starbuck said in a muffled voice through his helmet. "We still have to find my father and get out of here." "How could I forget." "I know. I'm just nervous." "Me too." ***** Part Three (Stu) Two centars later the boys are getting frustrated and overheated in their Cylon armor. "This is going to take forever," Starbuck whispered. "So what?!" Apollo snapped. "I don't care how long it takes! We're going to find my father!" "I know. It's just that I'm getting tired, this suit is so heavy." "I'm just as hot and tired as you are. We only have a few more levels to search." "Let's go in here a take a short break. We can at least take these helmets off and cool down a little," Starbuck said, pointing to a door next to them. "OK, five centars, no longer," puffed Apollo, secretly glad for the chance to rest. When the door opened, Apollo and Starbuck stepped through and froze. "I left strict orders not to be disturbed!" Baltar bellowed. "Fa-Fa-Father?!" Apollo stammered. Naked and coupled, Adama and Baltar stared as the two Centurions at the door removed their helmets. Scrambling for clothes, Adama was sputtering. "Apollo. Starbuck. How? What? When? Where...?" "Hello Commander." Starbuck said smirking. "We've come to rescue you." Finally grasping the situation, Baltar let out a string of curses. "Father," Apollo finally said, "We thought you were in trouble." "Apollo, I can Explain!" "Explain?!!! Explain what? How you abandoned the fleet and your family to run off with him?" Apollo fumed, pointing at Baltar. "I didn't abandon anyone! I've been under so much stress trying to keep the fleet ahead of the Cylons, when Baltar offered me a chance to get away and relax... I took it. We had been secret lovers before the destruction of Caprica. I've been alone so long, I saw this as my chance to rekindle the flame of what once was." "But, Father... you're on a *Cylon Baseship*!" "Baltar assures me that we can leave at any time. But I never expected the two of you to pull such a foolish stunt as this! What were you thinking?!" Then turning to Baltar, Adama asks, "Can you get all of us out of here and back to the Galactica?" Hesitantly, Baltar replied, "Wellll... When I said you could leave whenever you wanted... How do I put this?... I lied." "BALTAR!!!" Adama bellowed. "I'm sorry, Adama! I care for you so much and I wanted us to be together forever," Baltar pleaded. "Everyone pipe down!!" Starbuck commanded. "Regardless of what Baltar thinks, I'm not staying on this inter-galactic junk yard any longer than I need to! Let's move!" "Starbucks right," Apollo agreed. "We can sort all this out back at the Galactica." "It's suicide! You'll never make it off the ship!" Baltar threatened. "Listen, Baltar, you can either go with us, or we can kill you here. Either way, we're leaving," snapped Apollo. "If you leave, you'll be signing the death warrant of all the other humans imprisoned here!" "What are you talking about, Baltar? What humans? How many are there?" Adama asked. "Ten," Baltar replied. "Where are they?" Starbuck asked. "They're locked in cells one level below us." "Don't say a word, Apollo. I know what you're thinking, and you're right. This won't be easy but we have to get them out," Starbuck commented. Replacing their helmets, Apollo and Starbuck, followed by Baltar and Adama, headed for the door. Reaching it, Apollo turned to Baltar. "Just a word of warning, if you even think of sounding an alarm, you *will* be killed instantly." "I can't believe you would even think such a thing, my old friends," Baltar replied with his usual patronizing attitude. ***** tbc...