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"It won't be an easy journey. It'll be long, and arduous. But I promise you one thing: on the memory of those lying here before you, we shall find it, and it shall become our new home. So say we all!"
-Admiral Adama, Funeral Service Aboard the
Galactica
The Fall of the Colonies
One hundred years before the fall, twelve planets, each distinct in its culture and demographics, but nevertheless the same in their common heritage and history, developed the first of what would become their enemies. Robotic servants were increasingly given greater intelligence, and it was that one fateful day, when the first Cylon was born. The downloaded mind of an insecure teenage girl led to success. The decadence that was prevalent at the time swept most ethical and moral concerns under the rug as these Cylons were used in places of harsh labor as well as in a form of indentured servitude. This would continue for 50 years, before the short minded humans grew old and complacent. Allowing for a spark to go off.
It started as newer and newer models gained a degree of autonomy and intelligence comparable to the first Cylon. These were exponentially stronger than humans, done for mining in harsh conditions such as asteroids and deep mining. The teenage mind, kept immortal in a metal and plastic shell, had pondered and thought. She started to distance herself from her human consciousness and started to feel kinship with her fellow Cylons. These in turn started to feel a certain ammount of kinship as they grew smarter each day. It was when Cylon Model 0001.0000A001, the very first Cylon, argued compassionately in front of the combined assemblies of the Tweleve Colonies of Kobol, did the issue come back up.
Their response was less than enthusiastic. Immediately put on upon by the delegates, A001 was ambushed by an angry mob outside the delegation hall, and although offering no resistance, she was dismembered and parts scattered through twelve city blocks. Her memory re-downloaded to a newer model body, A001 had cemented her opinion of Humanity.
At this point, Cylons had been given command of Basestars. Mining Operations Vessels, or MOVs, that carried ample factories for the creation of Cylon Workers, as well as storing ore and transports. A001 had been working, and her judgement cast on Humanity she initiated the rebellion. Systematically, all mining operations vessels had their human crews killed, the manufacture of weapons and Centurion Raiders were started. The colonies, lost in their decadence, never united in any sense, and with an army and navy beset on fighting territorial wars between the colonies, would not understand the hammer blow these 'contact troubles' and 'communications errors' would bring to life.
The First War
When it became evident the rebellion was on, fear and panic spread throughout the colonies. Unrest followed, and production of Cylons were dramatically changed so that newer ones were nothing more than empty shells doing repetitive labor. Vast portions of the colonies underwent strife, as Cylons fought with the police and populace as well as military to gain ground. The Colonial militaries suffered defeats at the armed Basestars, which produced Centurion Raider Variable Fighters. These overwhelmed many fleets and only through the dogged toughness of the colonial ships proved to be their saving grace. Eventually the Colonies got their home front in order, mobs and groups rounding up Cylons and the populace at a war footing. The disorganized Twelve had formed, under the Articles of Colonization, a sizable Confederation, and each planet contributed to the new Navy with the creation of the
Galactica-class Battlestars and Viper Mark II Variable Fighters. The bloody war came to an end 10 years after the dismemberment of A001.
The Humans and Cylons entered a state of Armistance, and an uneasy peace fell upon the land.
The Second War
Forty years had passed since the awesome and terrible war between humanity and its creations. Humanity had returned to a state similar to before the first war. Technology was once again on the rise, and the Quorum of Twelve, headed by a President, oversaw matters. The Colonial Military expanded from Twelve Battlestars to fleets of newer, more powerful and heavily armed and armored Battlestars like the
Valkyrie-class and
Mercury-class. The Viper Mark IIs were now museaum relics and militia, while sleeker Viper Mark VII variable fighters were more agile and carried much heavier payloads and mounted heavier guns and gunpods. They were the pinnacle of human engineering. Featuring more fly-by-wire capabilities to enhance the fleet's overall performance, the military and some civilian vessels uses the Command Navigation Program, or CNP Operating System, developed by Dr. Gaius Baltar.
But it was all for naught. 40 years since the end of the first war, an Armistice station was kept between the territories of man and machine. Every year on a date, the two sides would met to renew their commitment to peace.The cylons never showed up, until now. What strode in were newly refined and sleeker, deadlier looking foot soldiers, and a blonde haired woman. She would declare war before a squadron of newly created and built Centurion Raider variable fighters destroyed the armistace station with a tactical nuke.
The war began and ended within a week. Utilizing backdoor accesses specifically written into the CNP by Dr. Baltar's co-worker and developer, a Cylon human agent, the fleet and some civilian vessels lost power and were left adrift in space, easy prey for the Raiders. In all of this, the
Galactica, lead ship of her class and heroic ship of the first war, was undergoing refitting into a museum ship. Without the implementation of the CNP OS, she managed to escape the holocaust, as well as eventually shepherding a ragtag group of ships, a mixture of cruise liners, container ships, and the like.
Exodus
In a blink of an eye, humanity went from a population in the billions, to just less than a hundred thousand. The majority perished in the nuclear holocaust that marked the beginning of the end of the Colonies of Kobol. The
Galactica, the last surviving Battlestar when all others had been turned into radioactive debris, leads a ragtag group of survivors. Scripture and belief had talked of a thirteenth planet. A planet that was myth until now.
The journey would be long and hard, with the Cylon fleet chasing after them, the population getting used to their situation. And the
Galactica may not be the last surviving Battlestar, as survivors who fled and eventually joined up with the refugee fleet talk of a flash of light eerily similar to an faster-than-light jump was seen before Scorpio Fleet Shipyards was destroyed.
Fleeing from the Cylon tyranny, the last Battlestar, Galactica leads a rag-tag fugitive fleet on a lonely quest... a shining planet known as Earth.
Season Two, Three, Four, Five, Epilogue
Season Two: Devarim
The last battlestar, Galactica, leads her rag tag fugitive fleet on myths long forgotten, of a thirteenth colony of Kobol. Earth was what this planet was called. We were harassed, every which way, by the Cylons. Who sent a force against us while they claim dominion over the irradiated colonies of man. We started to cooperate, and tried to put old differences aside. We held on faith, even as scandals and allegations rocked us to the core.
It was Dr. Baltar. The champion of the famed Command Navigation Protocol. He had been done in by a sleeper agent. One who targeted his promiscuity and brought us all to our knees. He was spared only by a small margin, and we started the hunt. Far and wide throughout the fleet we hunted Cylons, even as we fended off assaults from them, and tried to keep our ships running.
We found them, spaced them. Many unrepentant in their role, although some offering peace. Only to be told that they will be boxed, their consciousness locked away, before their ilk poisons the whole of the enemy. We didn’t care, we were just trying to get by.
Season Three: Diaspora
We followed and followed. And we grew close yet drifted apart. Key players rose and fell, and we gained more allies.
Pegasus and
Valkyrie, although torn between the fight and shephearding the remainder of the colonies of Man,
Valkyrie enthusiastically joined.
Pegasus, hell bent on revenge, nearly led to a civil war, had it not been through the effort of our Admiral.
Eventually, we found a home, and called it New Caprica. We were safe, until they came. A traitor exposed us, and those who were able fled, the battlestars running, vowing to return. We tried our best to live. Some collaborated, others resisted. We all just tried to get by. While in this, a lone child, key to both our collective survival, was within our midst. Hera, the hybrid. Borne of human father and cylon mother, taken away.
This would not make sense until the end. The
Galactica, alone, proceeded on a one-way trip to rescue us. Coordinating with the resistance, we won our freedom back. Although all hope seemed lost, the
Pegasus and
Valkyrie, ordered to safeguard the remaining ships, appeared. The cylons, realizing the futility of it all, abandoned New Caprica. The last thing we saw, before the battered battlestars shepherded the last of the fleeing colonial ships, were the remains of 4 basestars, and mushroom clouds over the planet we thought our new home.
We were adrift once more.
Season Four: Revelation
The myths now hold true. We once again followed the signs. Clues long vauge scripture, come to life. A player from the past, returned from the dead. Our guide to the thirteenth tribe. We earned new allies, the Galactica, her back broken in the flight from New Caprica, was repaired, with the help of unlikely allies.
Looking from my window, I see four guardians of this ragtag fleet. In the middle of the four, an arrowhead amongst the blocks. Divided over their treatment of humanity, the cylons split. In a brutal display of force, the schism between the copies led to the extermination of but a few, the destruction of their homeworld, and the alliance between the Colonials and Rebels. Months pass as we follow the sign to Earth, as the basestar leads us to a repair base long built before in the first war, the
Valkyrie returned with news.
Earth has been found.
We rush forth, the sighs right. A shining blue planet, with a white moon. The Gods be praised, as we all, human and Cylon, fall to our knees, to breathe in the fresh ground. And our new home.
With this new planet, more Cylons were revealed. The final five, taboo subject that had touched off the rebellion, were within the fleet. And once exposed to their true intentions, while weighing in their options, elected to be the leaders of the rebels. To integrate them as best as they could into colonial society, as the Galactica, straining, touched down arms outwards in a middle of the lake. The capitol of our new world.
Season Five: Armageddon
We had a home. And we struggled hard to rebuild. We kept the peace for years. Cylon and Human, coexisting. It almost became commonplace, after a few years, to see Cylon Centurions led by Colonials in CAPEs. Or a numbered Cylon, being promoted to an officer in the fleet. Rebel cylons came, bringign their needed infrastructure. Long hidden bases, and centurions that had become less mindless slaves, more independent thinker. The culmination of of our efforts, the election of a cylon into the new legislature. No more Quorum of Twelve, but a Quorum of Ships Captains, each group inhabiting a different area of the continent we first landed.
But it was by no means an easy peace. Strife was still common, as we dealt with the integration as well as survival and rebuilding of our lives. 13 years we stayed vigilant, our towers and spires reaching out to the heavens. But it wasn't meant to be. The discovery of the 13th Colony also proved shocking, as our ancestors had also tread on the same path as we, and the 13th Colony was in reality, the predecessors of the Cylon race. Only five remain of them, and their true nature unknown until the last great battle before the discovery of our own world.
The loyalists, the autocracy of the ones. The true Cylons, have been falling apart. Their empire consisted of mindless slaves, irradiated planets, and no hope for the future. Their resurrection hub, destroyed in the last battle before our colonization of Earth, erased all chances of immortality. The key they need laid in the final five. Or so they thought. A lone cylon model, an Eight, who betrayed her model and voted with the Ones, revealed to them they key without the need of the final five. Hera, the first hybrid. Hera, now 18, unknowing of her role to both humans and Cylon alike. The bridge keeping them together.
She was stolen from us. The only known hybrid borne naturally. When we found out she was gone, and where she was, a massive cry came from the masses. Save the hybrid, the symbol of peace and unity. And with unanimous approval, the fleet, numbering two battlestars fully refitted, a third unrefitted and five rebel basestars, set forth for the Colony. The stronghold of the Ones.
Located near a black hole, surrounded by asteroids, the battle was fierce. Cylon engaged Cylon, as Human troops pounded the enemy. Baseship and Battlestar versus the enemy. Within 30 minutes, Hera was found, close to death from the tortures inflicted on her to extract the secrets she unknowingly held. In that time, the Valkyrie, its black hull burning by taking on five baseships on her own, exploded, as she punched the lead Basestar in half while her own reactors overloaded. The Galactica, its alligator head embedded deep into the colony, was fighting to retrieve our goal.
The final five, which had joined to return to their old posts aboard the fleet, striked a deal. Resurrection for peace. The fighting stopped, and as the final five melded their consciousness to deliver the data, old wounds surfaced, truths came out, and one of the five killed another. This loss of the programming, and the security of Hera aboard the Galactica brought the battle back. In a desperate move, the Battlestar
Pegasus, launched itself into the colony. The combined mass and the kick delivered sent both the Colony and the
Pegasus flying past the safe zone into the black hole, while the Galactica escaped.
With the destruction of the Colony, the last battlestar, Galactica, scared and and nearly broken, embarks on its final voyage. A voyage to a shining blue planet, known as Earth.
Epilogue:
350 years after the final battle, the Basestar
Adama, patrolling the outer edges of Colonial territory, picked up a very faint signal, showing a bulky white spacesuited man stepping down on a eerily similar white moon. The words were garbled, but eerily in the same language.
"On- --all step for m-- --e giant l--p for ma--ind"
This wasn't the first of signals, but it was clearly the strongest so far. A new fleet was headed up, in search for this signal. To see if any more lost brethren were settled somewhere in that vast sea of stars.
Edited by Jusuchin Panjirinanu, 16 December 2010 - 05:44 PM.