trans_9 | Meet N' Greet!

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Meet N' Greet!

It's big meeting time! Word of mouth gets everyone gathered in the Obs Deck--everyone. New, old, the entire crew is there and that makes it clear that there's close to a hundred of them, if not more.

When they've all arrived, a blue bubble pops up around them, courtesy of Blue Beetle, to block them all from Stacy's sensors. Most of the new people were given the basic rundown by Cybil or Chief when they were first released. Some of them have already joined a discussion with a the Commanding Officers and department heads. Some have had a chance to explore a bit. Some were only just recently released.

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The girl looks familiar to Dean as well, and it's irritating him further than he can't figure out where he's seen her before. Or if he's seen her before. Irritating him further in the sense that yes, he was already irritated from before, having fought with Sawyer. Not to mention everybody snapping at each other and generally PMS-ing is getting on his nerves.

Dean, of course, is standing close to Sam, his stance very much like a bodyguard. He glances at Caprica and gives her a short nod, then goes back to looking around the room.

Hey, Sam is unsteady on his feet. Dean's just making sure nobody knocks him over or anything. ~~Just like a mother hen.~~

"Likewise..." Sam replies. Please ignore the strange look he's giving you, Caprica, Sam's still trying to figure out where he recognizes you from and doing a poor job of hiding it.

Caprica's smile grows a little more at the staring, her head canting to the side slightly as she studies the human back in turn. It always amazed her how wide a range of emotions they all seemed to have and each one different from the next person. "You are looking at me," she spoke in that smooth voice she had been programed with, "as if you either know me somehow or are trying to decide something."

"Were you a member of the Colonies?"

Dean glances at Sam, expression narrowing. So Sam recognizes her too, but it looks like neither of them can place it. With a short sigh, Dean looks back to Caprica and speaks up.

"Never heard of it. You said your name was Caprica?" Dean asks, sorting through the names from his memories and coming up blank.

Her attention soon focused on Dean as he spoke next, the smile wavering slightly. "Yes, that is the name that I have taken. Others often call me Six, though."

Looking between the two brothers she slightly hesitated. "It was to much to hope that someone from the Colonies was here then."

"Yeah, I guess so," Sam replies, still obviously confused. "Uh, what exactly do you mean by 'the Colonies?' I mean, are you talking the thirteen colonies or...?"

Yeah, it was a stretch considering the woman didn't look like she was from colonial America, especially since she'd said she had experience with computers. But, then again, with everyone being from different time periods and alternate realities, he supposed it was possible that the American Revolution never happened in one of them.

"The Twelve Colonies of Kobol that were formed by the twelve tribes." Pausing the cylon watched both men before she went on. "Located in the Cyrannus star system."

Even if he had mentioned the colonies of America she wouldn't have known them. Earth, though. Earth was the key because the Earth they had all been searching for was all a myth or, at least, not found. "There are thirteen," she continued focused mainly on Sam for now, "but the thirteen tribe was destroyed."

So, none of that made sense to Dean. Right now he's looking at Sam, obviously expecting some sort of translation. Like Sam has one.

"Oh." Wow. That was eloquent.

"I can't say I'm familiar with those colonies," Sam adds. "So, uh, I take it you're not from Earth then..."

For a good couple of seconds the taller blond didn't even seem to blink before she finally spoke, stepping closer towards Sam with her voice lowered. She didn't know why- it just felt natural. "You are from Earth? A populated world and not one that has been destroyed or previously not populated by an advanced civilization?"

Oh he's managed to get the cylon's attention now.

Excuse Sam as he fidgets uncomfortably as Six draws close to him. Hot leggy blonds in close proximity tend to make him do that. ~~How this boy ever got close being engaged is a mystery.~~

"Uh...yeah. I mean, last I checked it was...Unless, ya know, something's changed..."

She smells like pod-good. ~~He doesn't care!~~

Dean tenses and watches Six move closer to Sam, and he's definitely glowering because he's protective of Sam, not because he's jealous or anything. ~~Damn those puppy eyes!~~

"Yeah. We're both from Earth," Dean says after Sam stumbles over his speech. He's this close to rolling his eyes.

Dean received a small look at that, but Sam seemed to be the talker. Thus that was where her attention was turned to for the moment. "The Scroll of Pythia holds the chronicles of the Thirteenth Tribe's exodus to a new home world. It describes how a leader with a wasting illness will lead her people to a new home. Earth."

Caprica watched Sam as the small smile started to cross back upon her face soon growing. "An Earth, at least. Maybe yours was the one we were searching for."

"Uh...I dunno. I mean, I guess. It could be possible," Sam's still tripping over his tongue. "I guess there's really no way of knowing...really."

He swallows the massive lump that is forming in his throat. "What Earth are you looking for?" Paging Sam Winchester, your dumb question is available!

"The Earth that the Thirteenth Tribe has settled on. A new home." Sure they had found a place but everyone was convinced that the Thirteenth Tribe was nonexistant now. Here, speaking with the Cylon, was proof it might not be or it was proof of another civilization not part of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol.

"Oh. Um...well, I don't know how long ago that was but...humans have been on my...I mean our Earth for at least 200,000 years. Maybe more," Sam answered. "And even after all that time, the farthest we've ever traveled is to the moon."

Personal bounderies what?

Reaching up a hand, Caprica lightly brushed her fingers over the hair above Sam's left ear. He was interesting- different. Nothing like that was in the Fleet.. "The Pythian Prophecies," she started in that to smooth voice of hers, "were written over 3,600 years ago. It's a guide, slightly. A map."

Pay no attention to that really loud GULP sound, Six, that's just Sammy swallowing the massive lump that formed in his throat...again. Did he mention having beautiful women this close to him tends to do that?

"Uh...well...um...," he runs his fingers through hair above his left ear, self-consciously retracing what Six had just done. And he's fidgeting. The kid who has to have a cane to stay on his feet is fidgeting.

"That was a really long time ago. You know. So...it could be possible. Maybe."

There was a smile growing across Six's face as she watched the man fidget. It was an odd human reaction- something she rarely saw while being in the Fleet. So many of the humans there stood steady on their feet giving an even stare if they dared it for long. It was sort of cute the way Sam did it. Her eyes studied his face as the smile seemed to grow more.

"Maybe one day you can tell me what system that your planet is located in." Okay it wasn't exactly a purr, but her voice was smoother and amused.

"Yeah...maybe," he answers. Even if Six has no recognition of personal boundaries, Sam does and her invasion of his is definitely getting a reaction.

"Why..." He clears his throat. "Why are you looking for it anyway?"

The smile seems to fade slightly, not a worried expression crossing her face but the idea is much the same. It would seem to be a topic she is not to keen on discussing so openly. "The Colonies were destroyed," Caprica says slowly, her eyes darting away towards Dean once before they refocus on Sam. "The survivors seek Earth and the Lost Tribe to join with them."

She wasn't going to mention how she was the one that got the codes to destroy Kobol. Caprica learned the error of her ways soon after it and the love for her fellow man.

Dean's not quite glaring, because hey, she is a girl and she never did anything to Dean. In any other circumstance, Dean probably would have smirked and teased Sam about the whole thing later, but he's so on edge right now that his expression isn't really varying from 'irritated-angry-tense.'

He's listening, though, and watching very closely, arms folded across his chest.

"How do you know Earth even still exists?" Dean butts in, thinking of the Apocalypse back home.

Sam jumped in his skin slightly when Dean interjected. Not only had he not been expecting Dean to say anything, but Sam had actually gotten so distracted by the 'warm-breath-on-the-face,' almost touchy-feely closeness of Caprica's proximity that he'd forgotten that Dean was even there.

Glancing over at his brother, Sam gave Dean a warning look that seemed to say 'Behave!' before turning back to the leggy blond in front of him. "Sorry, uh...," he apologized for Dean. "Dean doesn't exactly have a social filter between his brain and his mouth."

"It is an interesting human trait," Caprica replied slowly, glancing back toward Dean before speaking again. "We don't. It is a faith in His plan that keeps us going." Moving slightly the cylon stood still within Sam's personal space but at an angle she could watch both brothers. The smile that crossed her face was wide and warm.

"He reminds me of a man I knew once. Which," Caprica said with a sly glint shining in her eyes in mirth, "could be a good or a bad thing."

Dean pays no attention to the warning look whatsoever, because Six is talking about His plan, and even though he's had proof in front of him, he still doesn't trust it. His expression says that much, and he's about to open his mouth and comment, but she continues on.

"Hey, I'm still here, you know," Dean grumbles, looking in the other direction. "Stop talking like I'm not here."

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