"Richard Hatch - Battlestar Galactica 4 - Rebellion" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hatch Richard)

They were free, because their hearts had led them to this place. And the
same as Apollo felt free when he woke from that dream, the survivors of
the Battle of Kobol gathered on the bridge of the Galactica in freedom and
celebration.

A real battle, the greatest they had ever fought. Part of it was won in a
dream. Because Apollo reached out, and found he was not alone. Athena
was there, and like a miracle, she heard the coordinates that led the fleet
free.

It was beyond any one man's thoughts; maybe this dream was the way
that Apollo could make sense of it. Not all of time and space, but just one
planet. Not every human who ever lived, but just him. Just his feet,
carrying him as fast as he could go.

But they were all safe.

In that moment.

"To Apollo!" Tigh cried, raising a glass of ambrosa, his dark eyes
shining.

Apollo shook his head. They were celebrating! Escape—victory! He
wasn't in his quarters, and he wasn't on Kobol, and he wasn't…

"I'm back now," he told everyone.

The glory of victory still shone like the Light Ship, but there were spots
of darkness in it still. They had lost so much. There were faces that should
have been around that table that would never be seen again. One face, one
heroic soul—maybe he sat there in spirit, Apollo thought. Cain. You ran
fast because someone helped you, Apollo thought. Someone who gave his
life and his battlestar, and all of the others on the Pegasus. Cain, never
thinking twice, rammed the Pegasus straight down the Cylons' throats.

That was a meal that Iblis' had never planned on eating; and maybe
Cain had bought them all time and bought them all a real chance at a
future.

"I'm running," Apollo said.

"What?" Starbuck asked, taking Apollo's arm. "Have a drink! Are you
crazier than you look? We did it!"

Apollo shook his head. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was lucky.
He hadn't outrun the danger; somebody else had taken it for him. Cain.
Nothing comes without a price, Apollo thought. But the truth was, he
thought as he looked over at Athena, her hair and face shining in joy,
neither he nor Athena had really paid the price.