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everything.

For a moment, the commander allowed his consciousness to brush once
more Starbuck's slumbering mind, to see if there had been any change,
any response to his earlier efforts to jumpstart his old friend's neural
activity, but there was nothing. In this state of elevated consciousness,
Apollo's emotions were left behind like so much detritus, and yet he felt a
momentary, impossible stab of disappointment.

Apollo moved on.

Dreamwalking, as Apollo sometimes called this expansion of
consciousness, was not just a variant of the Kobollians' telepathic abilities,
but part of the meditation stage that allowed the mind to address matters
of great importance without the body's wasteful clutter of emotion and
worry and illness to act as an impediment while seeking a solution. It was
a way of seeing things whole, and fresh.

One step removed from the immediacy of his own personal
involvement, Apollo could grasp the entire situation, rather than
grappling with it a piece at a time, as they had all been doing. The threat
from Commander Cain to have Apollo replaced as supreme commander of
the fleet was not the whole of the dilemma, although it was a big enough
part of it to cause Apollo to block out the rest of the picture.

Until now.

Now, his subconscious mind could speak directly to his consciousness
and show him the concerns that hadn't quite found their way to the
surface, like artifacts buried in the ground. Trying to haul these objects to
the surface had only resulted in broken corners; but now, his subconscious
allowed them to float, complete and unbroken, into the light of analytical
clarity, and Apollo wasn't sure he liked what he saw. Not a bit.

It was not enough to assume the Cylons were simply following the fleet;
a more immediate concern was, how could the Cylons be following them in
such great numbers? Their increasing presence, coupled with their recent
astonishing, fluidly evolving technological advancements, was the real
enigma. Even allowing for Cylon outposts in other quadrants, it would still
take time for warships dispatched from these planets or basestars to join
the armada trailing the fleet. And yet, for all the Cylon Raiders the colonial
Warriors dispatched, their numbers did not seem to remain diminished
for long. It was as if the Cylons had found some way of circumventing
space travel and simply teleporting any number of replacement Raiders
into the vicinity.

Nor could the Chitain alliance with the Cylons be so easily dismissed.
Their defeat at the hands of the humans and their growing hatred for
them would surely cause them to seek revenge. Apollo could understand
the Cylons' temporary relationship with the Chitain, but it was unlike the