"Richard Hatch - Battlestar Galactica 5 - Paradis" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hatch Richard)

Apollo had to make decisions about those who would live and those
who would die. Starbuck only had to fight and be willing to die, if
necessary.

Across the great divide of leadership, the two men faced each other and
accepted their different duties. They both heard the same music—which is
not always true of leaders and those who must carry out orders. Apollo
would always have his warrior soul.

If Imperious Leader ever saw into the minds of these two men, he
would want to exterminate them before all other humans. He would
understand that they were even more dangerous than he first imagined.
Not all human beings would struggle to the end because of the love they
felt for their friends and their species. Only heroes do that.

The hardest kind of love pays any price for freedom. These men are
heroes. The tragedy is that they are not meant to live in any kind of
paradise.
Chapter One
There were too many eyes. That's what Baltar hated most about the
nightmares. The eyes followed him everywhere, like a skyeye. But these
things were all wet and living, not a robot camera. They were the many
cold eyes of Imperious Leader, followed by the watery eyes of Count Iblis in
human form. And finally they were the eyes of every person who had ever
died because of Baltar's betrayals! There were even the sorrowful
tear-filled orbs of his long dead parents.

Every single one of them judged him, again and again. But since there
were no ears to hear his protestations of innocence, only he could hear
himself. Baltar judged Baltar.

Each time he dreamed the nightmare, it lasted a little longer. And there
were variations, always for the worse. The dream sometimes began in the
past when he first stood before Imperious Leader and schemed against his
own kind. Although humanity had grown weary of a war stretching out
over a thousand yahren, the Cylons had no problem. They only functioned
well if provided with an unyielding purpose. Time meant nothing to them.

In the dream, Baltar was told more than the Cylons had ever revealed in
his actual experience of their peculiar hospitality. His sleeping mind was
every bit as curious as his waking self was when it had information. Did
the dream mean something? Had he uncovered the key to their alien
philosophy, and was trying to tell the secret to himself? Or could the
dreams be some form of communication from the Cylons?

"Baltar!" a voice thundered from the head of the Cylon leader, his
myriad eyes pulsing with malice. "You were the perfect ally against your
own people and do you know why?"

Baltar preferred not to answer. Instead, he fled down corridors without