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"DaltonтАж" Starbuck began.

"Aw, please, Daddy," Dalton said, cocking her hip and staring at
Starbuck. "Don't tell me you don't have a bet on this fight."

Apollo shot a glance at Starbuck, but the Warrior grew uncomfortable
and quickly glanced away.

"Did you bet I'd win, or that he'd kill me?" Apollo demanded.

"You could read my mind and find out," Starbuck pointed out.

"I could."

"Well?" Starbuck asked.

"I don't think I want to know," Apollo snapped.

"Ah, an awful lot of faith you have in me, old friend," Starbuck said
archly, then glanced around at the crowd before glaring at his daughter
again. "Well, since Dalton has blown the lid off this thing, we'd better get
started. If it's on TransVid, it's a sure bet that either Sheba or Athena will
be here soon."

"Probably both of them," Troy agreed.

Apollo looked down into the arena, and saw Gar'Tokk waiting for him
clad in the garb of a Nomen warrior.

"I'd rather face him," Apollo said.

"You're in luck," Starbuck said, a small smile on his lips.

"Don't get killed," Dalton said, and touched her first two fingers to her
forehead and chest, the salute of a Warrior.

"Thank you, Ensign," Apollo replied. "That particular strategy hadn't
occurred to me."
 Apollo couldn't breathe.

Gar'Tokk snarled. "Stop struggling, Apollo. Give yourself up to the
inevitable and your death will be less painful. Once you are dead, life will
begin again for my people."

"YouтАж" Apollo began, and grunted. "You talk as if you're notтАжhuman."

"We are Nomen!" the bestial man roared.

His voice echoed in an arena that had fallen silent. Apollo had a sudden
image of Starbuck in his head, and absurdly, found a moment to hope that