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“Okay, that’s just weird,” Eight muttered to herself. She was one of the older Eights in the Cylon Empire, one of the ones that had been in on the Final Five conspiracy of silence. As such, the rest of Cylon society tended to look down on her. Being a Harpy Major pilot had raised her status some, but she was still at the bottom of the Harpy pilot pecking order. So she got stuck with the most boring duty imaginable: escorting a freighter carrying refined Tylium on a slower than light coast through half a star system. Normally, this job was one given to the old Raiders, but Eight had heard that Boomer wanted the squadrons to star learning some of the less glamorous fighter duties. Eight had resigned to being bored out of her skull by herself for half the day.

What she hadn’t counted on was her squadron of Harpy Minors. Harpy Minors were basically old Raider minds shoved into the chassis of the Cylon Empire’s new fighters. Their minds now directly interfaced with their fighter’s computers, making the Raiders… brighter. The Harpy Minors were no longer focused purely on hunting prey now. Between the expanded mental capacity and the training in group tactics, the Harpy Minors had started exhibiting new behavior like curiosity, humor, playfulness…

In this case, two of Eight’s Minors were using their “legs” to play patty cake with each other. Apparently, Harpy Minors could get bored now too. God only knew where they learned patty-cake from!

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