2011-04-27, 08:10 PM
Oh hey, guys, you got a majority! Your majority cherry has finally been popped, I'm so proud!
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The day started out looking grim, with foreshadowing of more of the chaos from the day before. Lieutenant Gaeta, however, was having none of that. "Everyone, if I could please have your attention!" he shouted. The whole room turned to look at him.
"Through my extensive research, I have discovered one of the Cylon infiltrators in our fleet. You may be wondering how I did it - if there is some test I ran through her blood, something that we can use to test the whole fleet. Alas, I wish it were that simple. What I did was to create a database of all the people currently residing in the fleet - in itself, a nightmare, considering we barely have a complete census." The entire room was rapt with attention.
"Still, I scrounged up what resources I could and created a mostly-complete photographic database of the Colonial Fleet. I've been matching this database against old photographic records of the twelve colonies - what little is still available, that is, since all of our databases were located on the colonies themselves. It's been tedious work, and I was beginning to suspect it would be a fruitless endeavor. Last night, though, I finally dug something up. That woman-" Gaeta pointed across the room. "Natalie Faust, if my research is correct, is a Cylon!" The room erupted into discussion.
"Wait!" the woman shouted. "Surely there's been some kind of mistake!"
"Oh, there's been a mistake alright," Gaeta said. "Your mistake was seducing me, which I still don't know how you managed. If you hadn't, I might never have had it in my mind to check you out. Too bad for you that the image of the strange woman sleeping in my bed the other morning stuck with me enough to match you against Colonial photo databases. Here's what I discovered, Admiral." He handed a slim folder to Admiral Adama. "Within that folder is Faust's bio. Along with it, you will find the bio for one Amanda Cronin. She was a Private, First Class, on the Battlestar Pegasus back before the Cylon invasion. And she is the spitting image of Ms. Faust here. If you're thinking twins, stop. They list different mothers and fathers in their bio's."
"This is all just a misunderstanding!" Faust shouted. "That is me! I'm Amanda Cronin!"
"If that's so, would you mind explaining why you've been living under an assumed identity while onboard the Galactica?" Adama asked.
"Not necessary, sir. She's lying," Gaeta said. The woman began to protest, but he cut her off. "Private Cronin was onboard Battlestar Pegasus when the Cylon invasion started. Our records indicate the Pegasus was completely destroyed during the invasion. There's absolutely no way that you could be the same person as her."
"You've done excellent work, Lieutenant," Adama said. "This is convincing enough for me. Marines, take that woman away - and vent her out the airlock. The rest of you, dismissed! We should all be working as hard as the lieutenant here." Adama got up, straightened his uniform, and slowly paced out. The marines soon followed with a struggling Natalie Faust.
octopusprime was lynched today.
It is now Night 4. Night 4 will end roughly 24 hours from the time of this post. Send 'em!
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The day started out looking grim, with foreshadowing of more of the chaos from the day before. Lieutenant Gaeta, however, was having none of that. "Everyone, if I could please have your attention!" he shouted. The whole room turned to look at him.
"Through my extensive research, I have discovered one of the Cylon infiltrators in our fleet. You may be wondering how I did it - if there is some test I ran through her blood, something that we can use to test the whole fleet. Alas, I wish it were that simple. What I did was to create a database of all the people currently residing in the fleet - in itself, a nightmare, considering we barely have a complete census." The entire room was rapt with attention.
"Still, I scrounged up what resources I could and created a mostly-complete photographic database of the Colonial Fleet. I've been matching this database against old photographic records of the twelve colonies - what little is still available, that is, since all of our databases were located on the colonies themselves. It's been tedious work, and I was beginning to suspect it would be a fruitless endeavor. Last night, though, I finally dug something up. That woman-" Gaeta pointed across the room. "Natalie Faust, if my research is correct, is a Cylon!" The room erupted into discussion.
"Wait!" the woman shouted. "Surely there's been some kind of mistake!"
"Oh, there's been a mistake alright," Gaeta said. "Your mistake was seducing me, which I still don't know how you managed. If you hadn't, I might never have had it in my mind to check you out. Too bad for you that the image of the strange woman sleeping in my bed the other morning stuck with me enough to match you against Colonial photo databases. Here's what I discovered, Admiral." He handed a slim folder to Admiral Adama. "Within that folder is Faust's bio. Along with it, you will find the bio for one Amanda Cronin. She was a Private, First Class, on the Battlestar Pegasus back before the Cylon invasion. And she is the spitting image of Ms. Faust here. If you're thinking twins, stop. They list different mothers and fathers in their bio's."
"This is all just a misunderstanding!" Faust shouted. "That is me! I'm Amanda Cronin!"
"If that's so, would you mind explaining why you've been living under an assumed identity while onboard the Galactica?" Adama asked.
"Not necessary, sir. She's lying," Gaeta said. The woman began to protest, but he cut her off. "Private Cronin was onboard Battlestar Pegasus when the Cylon invasion started. Our records indicate the Pegasus was completely destroyed during the invasion. There's absolutely no way that you could be the same person as her."
"You've done excellent work, Lieutenant," Adama said. "This is convincing enough for me. Marines, take that woman away - and vent her out the airlock. The rest of you, dismissed! We should all be working as hard as the lieutenant here." Adama got up, straightened his uniform, and slowly paced out. The marines soon followed with a struggling Natalie Faust.
octopusprime was lynched today.
Quote:Cylon Model Number Six Natalie Faust
You are a skinjob Cylon, or a human-looking robot. Kinda like a really convincing android or cyborg. Even though you are secretly evil as pineapple and want to kill all humans, none of them can tell by looking at you or talking to you. As long as youre never seen in the same room as one of your sisters (exact copies), they will never know you are not human. Also, youre really sexy. Like, porn star or supermodel level. You can target one person each night to seduce, and they wont be able to do pomegranate about it theyll be so maddeningly turned on even women! They also will not do whatever they were planning to do before you got your hands on them. You are mafia aligned, and win if the number of mafians remaining is greater than or equal to the remaining town players. Additionally, if there is a neutral, they have to be dead for you to win.
It is now Night 4. Night 4 will end roughly 24 hours from the time of this post. Send 'em!