Former president of the twelve colonies, Laura Roslin, had ushered in all the children back into the school. She found herself outside, staring in complete silence as the enemy roamed the streets. The chrome centurions had stopped entering; it was now the seven human models that walked before them. Roslin was taken aback at the sight of D'Anna Biers, a news reporter who had caused a bit of trouble a year before. She had had no idea that D'Anna had been one of the twelve cylon models. She wondered what intel D'Anna had gathered for the cylons with the footage of the CIC she had obtained.

The shock of what was going on had yet to settle in. She turned her eyes to the frightened faces of the settlers of New Caprica. They were in a hopeless position. They couldn't do anything and Roslin knew it. Then the regret kicked in. She felt responsible for all of this. She could have stolen the election and beaten the coward Gaius Baltar. She could have spared the people of the long, hard settlement on New Caprica and saved them from what was to come from the cylon occupation. Regret. Sadness. She felt like she was to blame. They could have found Earth by now. They could have been settled onto a planet with their own people. Instead, they had found shelter on a cold barren planet and were now going to be subjected to the cylons' cruelty. What could they want? If they wanted to kill us, they wouldn't have done so already? Why send so many centurions down the planet? Why have so many raiders flying overhead? Laura knew the cylons were settling in. She knew that they had to look forward to long, hard times ahead. This was the cylon occupation and it had just begun.

She turned around and entered the tent. The children's faces were swept over by confusion. They were all too young, they didn't understand. But they knew, they knew who the cylons were. They knew what was going on and they were all afraid. They were huddled together in the back of the tent. Laura looked at them and frowned. She felt so terrible. She could sense their fear. She could see their terror. Laura knew she had to return the children to their parents. She hoped that they would rush over as soon as they could. For now, they were her responsibility.

Someone entered the tent and the flap made a whooshing sound. Roslin turned to face the entrance and saw her former aide behind her, Tory. Tory ran over and hugged Laura. She was afraid. Everyone was afraid. "Galactica, Pegasus, and the entire fleet have jumped away. It's just us. We're all that's left here." Tory gave her a serious, scared look.

Roslin grabbed Tory's arm and pulled her away from the children. In a hushed voice, she spoke, "I don't want to scare the children anymore than they already are. Col. Tigh told me that if the cylons were to ever find us, that Galactica would send a raptor out on the borders of the cylons draidus system, and wait. All we need to do is find some way to send them a message." Laura put on her glasses and looked back at Tory.

Tory lowered her head. "We can't do that. Right as they landed down upon New Caprica, they jammed all communications and seized all of the docked raptors and ships." Tory rested her head upon her palm and sighed. "And Col. Tigh was taken by the cylons."

"What? Why?" Laura shot Tory a very worried look.

"They're going to torture him. They want to know the plans he and Admiral Adama had were the cylons to ever come in and overrun the human race. They know we settled in but they also know we didn't make ourselves completely defenseless."

"How do you know this?"

"Chief Tyrol and his wife were across the way from where Tigh was taken. Captain Thrace had run off to go help her husband when Tyrol left the tent after her to find Ellen lying on the ground. She said the cylons, a Sharon and Doral model, had came and told her they were taking Saul. When they refused, they took him by force and knocked her unconscious."

"My gods." Laura sat down upon one of the tables. Her mind was racing. "What are we going to do?" She looked up at Tory.

"Whatever we can." Tory frowned.

The situation seemed hopeless. The future looked grim. Fight. That's all they could do now. Resist. Never give up. Never give in. This was the only option. This was their only chance.

The cylon models, D'Anna, Caprica Six, and Doral, were all standing in the Colonial one, smiling at the successful takeover of the human race. They believed God was smiling and blessing them. God had helped them win their battle. Caprica Six was staring at Baltar. He was a mess. A broken man. She could sense it. She could see he had fallen and sunk to an all new low. She could feel his self hatred and almost taste his sorrow over the man he was.

D'Anna caught Caprica and knew what she was thinking; what she was wanting. She stepped up and looked at Baltar. Pathetic. As was Caprica's attachment to him. This was her weakness. Her love. D'Anna thought Caprica had become soft and this man was to blame. She smiled at Gaius who just glared at her. D'Anna had never known the effects of love, so she couldn't understand. She didn't care to understand anyway. But she knew, she knew how to get under someone's skin. She knew how to get into their head. "Do you know who she is?" She darted her eyes in Caprica's direction with cruel intentions on her mind. She wanted to see Caprica suffer.

"I've come across the cylon model before, yes. She went by the alias Shelly Godfrey and tried to get me shoved out the nearest airlock." Gaius spoke quite bitterly. "That was the same cylon model who was held prisoner aboard the battlestar Pegasus. That one went by the name of Gina and she was the one who killed Admiral Cain to get revenge for the torture she had been subjected to. Am I supposed to recognize this particular cylon model out of the thousand that look just like her?" He laughed at D'Anna and Caprica Six. He didn't know that it was she. She was the one who had been on Caprica.

Caprica looked away in pain. She felt forgotten and lost. She felt hurt by him and his cold words. Caprica felt insignificant, meaningless in his eyes. To him, she was worthless. Just another machine that bore the same face as all the others. She had truly hoped he loved her. She had wished he would show her some compassion. She longed for his love. Her eyes turned down to the ground. She couldn't look at him. D'Anna smiled at Caprica's pain and turned back to Baltar. "No, you should know this cylon in particular." She smiled sinisterly.

"Why would I know her?" He leaned back in his chair comfortably. He wasn't afraid of the cylons. If they were going to kill him, they were going to kill him. No amount of pleading or crying would change that. The situation could not be changed and he knew it. He just had to deal with it. He had surrendered the human race but what were his other options? Surrender or get nuked. Baltar felt he had made the right decision.

D'Anna stepped closer to Baltar and leaned down towards him. D'Anna placed her hands upon his desk and smiled. "We call her Caprica Six." D'Anna slightly turned her head in the direction of Caprica and smiled. Her eyes remained focused on Baltar who shot up at her name.

He looked at Caprica who was frowning. "Caprica Six? Why would you name her that?"

"She's a war hero among my people."

"You aren't people."

"That's not the point. Caprica Six was sent to Caprica to seduce a very intelligent man. She was sent there to win his heart and gain access to the colonial defense system. When she had done so, she was to send the information back to my people and we would set up our plans for the destruction of the twelve colonies. Caprica Six had been successful and was praised by our people. She completed a mission that none thought she could do. She seduced a man so comfortable and arrogant, her story seems almost unreal."

Baltar looked shocked. He stood up and walked towards her. He placed his hand upon her cheek but she turned away. "You're her? You survived?" He was confused. His eyes wide.

She looked at him. "I could ask you the same thing. How did you survive the explosion?"

"I don't know. You can't be real." Baltar spoke to Head Six who had just appeared and stood behind her flesh and blood counterpart with a devilish smile upon her face.

"I am real but I never said I was her." She looked at Caprica Six with a smile upon her face. "She looks weak, don't you think? I think you may have gotten to her, Gaius." She stroked Caprica's cheek softly. "She looks nearly as pathetic as you."

Gaius started at the two of them. Caprica smiled. "I can't die, Gaius. I told you that. The explosion should have killed you, though. How did you survive?" Head Baltar stood behind the real Baltar. He wiped off his suit and smiled.

He circled his own flesh and blood counterpart and laughed. "So he became president of the twelve colonies? Impressive. He looks as if he has been hit by a car but I suppose it's what's to be expected. Sad. He's a sad, little man." Head Baltar pulled out a cigar from his pocket and lit it up. He smiled coyly at Caprica Six. "But you still love him, don't you, darling? I am yours. You don't have to worry about me leaving your side. But him, he is the one who you try so desperately to impress. He is the one who you feel unworthy of being with. The man you love that doesn't love you back. Quite sad, tragic, and oddly poetic" Caprica winced as his words cut holes through her.

"I don't know. I just did." Baltar looked at Caprica Six.

Head Six smiled at Gaius. "You don't love her, do you? You spent two years in her company and didn't bother to remember her name. She was just a good lay, wasn't she? But me, Gaius. You love me. I can read your heart and mind. I may be only in your head, but I'm the only one you see." She grinned. "You love the things I do to you. I'm not like the other cylons. I'm different. I'm special and I'm all yours. Boosts your ego. Doesn't it?" She smiled.

Caprica cleared her throat and looked away. Baltar spoke, "Yes, I do love you." He spoke to Head Six but Caprica thought he spoke to her. She looked up at him and smiled while Head Six laughed at Caprica.

"How sad. She's like a pathetic puppy and you're her master. You're going to destroy her, Gaius." Head Six laughed and clapped her hands. "But you love to have the power, don't you?" Head Six disappeared leaving Baltar with a huge grin upon his face.

Caprica ran up and hugged Baltar. She had waited for this moment for the longest time. She was finally able to touch him. Finally able to hold him and be held. Head Baltar stood behind Baltar and laughed. "Well I guess you got your approval. Don't get too wrapped up in him. He'll use you. No one will ever love you or protect you like me. Don't trust everything he says. If I know anything about him, which I really do know everything, he puts himself first and would throw you in front of a bullet if it meant his survival" Head Baltar laughed disappeared.

Caprica Six held onto Baltar and felt an emptiness fill. Baltar stood there and felt nothing. Emotionless. She was not the one he loved but he was the one she loved. Their love was a ship destined to crash. Doomed from the start. Caprica Six was going to go into the abyss with her heart and Baltar would play her for a fool. She never saw that he could care less about her. She didn't want to see it, so she didn't. Love makes you blind to the harsh realities and cold truths.