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look right through the cracks [closed]
Gaius' brief survey of his surroundings hadn't done a great deal to put him at ease. On top of this, he'd had a futile argument with Six regarding what the dangerous looking woman at the initial meeting had told him about 'broadcasting' some kind of signal. She was obviously unhappy with the way he had ignored her after meeting Arha, and when she was unhappy, she did whatever she could to keep him that way too.
And she was much more creative than he was.
So it was with a sense of dread that he marched back towards the observation deck after he had noted most people had found their ways into the strange corridors. He'd promised Captain Picard a private meeting, and he was both intrigued and frightened at the idea. His ego certainly responded to being the only one out of all those new arrivals to be extended such an offer, but the look that had passed across the Captain's face before he had made said offer was unnerving even in memory. Not to mention that Baltar had a terrible foreboding sense that he'd already signed himself up for more responsibility than he was comfortable with.
It seemed his lot in life, really.
He entered the now cleared deck, simultaneously hoping that the Captain was there, and wishing that he might have gotten impatient and left already.
And she was much more creative than he was.
So it was with a sense of dread that he marched back towards the observation deck after he had noted most people had found their ways into the strange corridors. He'd promised Captain Picard a private meeting, and he was both intrigued and frightened at the idea. His ego certainly responded to being the only one out of all those new arrivals to be extended such an offer, but the look that had passed across the Captain's face before he had made said offer was unnerving even in memory. Not to mention that Baltar had a terrible foreboding sense that he'd already signed himself up for more responsibility than he was comfortable with.
It seemed his lot in life, really.
He entered the now cleared deck, simultaneously hoping that the Captain was there, and wishing that he might have gotten impatient and left already.