nuBSG fanfic "Battlestar Urantia"

[BolianAdmiral]

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The Clymians were created by man.

They were created to enforce law on the Thirteenth Colony.

And then the day came when they lost faith in their human masters.



They rebelled.







JERUSALEM CITY - EARTH

ONE HOUR BEFORE THE FALL

The noontime sunlight bathed the ancient city, as numerous Jewish faithful and tourists gathered by the Western Wall, as several Clymian Centurions walked around, keeping a watchful scan over all the activity, as the sun gleamed on their brilliant chrome armor, and their red scanning eyes roved from left to right, with a loud and menacing drone, which accompanied the clanking of their metal feet, on the stone road.

Suddenly, the Clymians, as well as some of the other people in the area, were distracted by the sounds of a large number of people walking up to the area near the wall, and carrying protest signs, as the large group began to call out to the people...

"Don't be mislead by a false God! The many true Gods will drive out the one, and show us the way home!" the group chanted.

Instantly, the group was met with angry shouts from many of the local faithful, as the Clymians in the area began to converge on the protesters.

"You are creating a public disturbance. You must cease and vacate the area, immediately. If you do not comply, we will use deadly force." the first Centurion boomed, in a menacing and reverberating metallic voice.

"Fuck you!" the lead protester shouted, at the Clymian. "The judgment of the Gods is at hand! We're not going anywhere!" he shouted.

"As you command. Annihilate!" the lead Clymian boomed, as instantly, all the Centurions switched from hands to guns, and opened fire on the group, striking each and every person, as people fell back, bleeding, as many of the people who were trying to run away were also now becoming targets.

CLYMIAN COMMANDSTAR - EARTH ORBIT

The great Clymian ship sat in orbit over the Thirteenth Colony, as multitudes of Stalkers began to launch from its bays, and race down towards Earth.

CONTROL ROOM

The head of an elderly man angled backward, until it came to rest on a small platform, and the man lowered his arms into the pool of milky liquid, as he closed his eyes for a moment.

After a moment, the old man's eyes opened up again, and he let out a loud gasp, and after a moment, began reciting words at a rapid pace...

"All systems integrated. Stalkers launched, approaching targets. It is time. The plan is underway. Put the pen to the paper, draw the circle. All this is about to happen, and will happen again. The children of the lost now themselves become lost. The circle is now closed... return to the beginning." the man recited.

RIO DE JANEIRO

The statue of Christ the Redeemer stood tall and proud against the blue sky, its arms outstretched, as suddenly, wave after wave of Clymian Stalkers began to soar over head, filling the sky.

As the Stalkers flew over the vast city below the mountain, the statue looked on, as the Stalkers began to drop bombs over the city below, until the deadly bombs hit the surface, and flashes of blindingly brilliant white light enveloped the vista.

RIVERSIDE PARK, NEW YORK CITY

The sounds of horns honking and a few bicycle bells ringing could be heard, as a man with sunglasses walked along an area of fresh fruit stands.

Suddenly, he was distracted by a brilliant flash of white light, as people began to scream, as the white light enveloped everything in sight.

CLYMIAN COMMANDSTAR

CONTROL ROOM

In the milky pool, the old man continued to recite the flow of incoming data.

"And so, it begins. The paradox of time enters into life, by embracing death. Alliance Warstars approaching... launching Cobras... initiate evasive maneuvers...

CLYMIAN COMMANDSTAR

In space, the large ship began to come about, as it faced two Warstars, one on each side, as both large Earth ships opened fire, sending a silvery stream of bullets out at the Clymian ship, as it moved to escape.

CONTROL ROOM

The old man now opened his eyes a bit wider, as he continued to speak...

"The seed has been planted... the flower has bloomed. The exodus has begun... the journey that will begin the journey. Three... two... one... JUMP!" he called out.



CLYMIAN COMMANDSTAR

In space, the large ship continued drifting along, as the FTL flashring enveloped the ship, and vanished it from view, as behind it, numerous nuclear explosions were occurring on the surface of the Earth.



TO BE CONTINUED...

[Macker]

Hmmmmmm...

[Radiogod]

Interesting mix. Is this earth 1.0 from RDM or our fate sometime after the honeybee discovery

At any rate, I like it

[BolianAdmiral]

Radiogod wrote:

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Interesting mix. Is this earth 1.0 from RDM or our fate sometime after the honeybee discovery

At any rate, I like it

Thanks! Well, remember... the events of Urantia established that both Earths are in fact, the same planet. But to answer your question... yes... this is after the discovery of the Honeybee... the fall of Earth. The guy walking by the fruit stands in Riverside Park is Tyrol, from Earth.

[BolianAdmiral]

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ARKSTAR GALLEON

1,996 YEARS AGO

The ship sailed through space, now with only a small handful of ships.

CAPTAIN VENTAR'S QUARTERS

The lights in the small room were dim, as Captain Ventar sat at his desk, a glass of ale in his hands, as he drank his troubles away. The man looked like he had been at it for some time... his hair was a mess, and his eyes were starting to show some redness, and his uniform was untidy. Grimacing, he balled his hands into fists, as he reached across the desk, again living a bad memory, as his head looked up to face the door, as a set of knocks brought him back into reality.

"WHAT!" he shouted, as after a moment, the door opened, and his XO walked into the room, gradually taking a seat across from Captain Ventar, and looking at the drunk man, as Ventar just glared back at the XO, consumed with anger.

"You wanna talk about it, Sir?" the XO asked.

Finally, after a moment, Ventar replied, leaning back into his chair.

"There's not much to discuss, is there?" he began, with obvious disdain in his voice. "Those Goddamn motherfruckers showed their true nature today, the whole motherfrucking ungrateful lot of them!" he spat, as now he rose from his chair, and walked over to the counter, to grab another bottle of ale. "We've taken a fleetwide vote, and have elected to settle here... on this world... New Emilon." he recited, mockingly, as he looked to his XO. "A frucking fleetwide vote?" he shouted. "Who the FRUCK are THEY? I alone, am the Captain of this fleet!" he spat, as he took a long set of gulps from his new glass of ale.

"Well... it has been four years, Sir... people are growing weary... wondering if we'll ever find another world to call home. The group from the Emilon continent seem to have found theirs." the XO began, looking to the Captain. "They may not be the last, either... I've heard reports that the group from the Omiron continent is thinking of doing the same." he added.

Captain Ventar's look grew dark, as he turned back to his glass, and downed the rest of the drink, looking back to his XO.

"It's not Kobol!" he spat. "None of these worlds have been like Kobol... as nice as Kobol... as beautiful, and rich with life. THAT is what we're seeking... a new place to call our home, where we CAN be and feel at home... not just the first random rock we find, that can sustain life." he said. "The people chose ME to lead this fleet to a new home, and that's what I'm frucking trying to do!" he added.

"And you're doing a fine job, Sir... nobody could have asked any more of you these past four years." the XO offered.

The Captain allowed a small sarcastic chuckle escape, as he replied.

"Yeah, well, they have a frucking funny way of showing it... taking a group of ships, and turning their backs on the rest of us... abandoning us." he stated.

"They haven't abandoned you, Sir." the XO began. "They know you did a great job... but you have to realize how lucky we've been these past four years... from the time we left Kobol, the fleet has not had one incident yet, of panic or unrest, due to claustrophobia, or people going stir-crazy. Four years is a long time to be out in space. Not everyone can do it. The Emilonians needed an escape... to feel solid ground beneath their feet, and breathe fresh air. To have open spaces, and look up into the sky, and see a sun. They just didn't want to wait as long as the others." he offered.

For a long moment, the Captain and XO just shared a look, until Ventar's features softened slightly, as he resigned himself to the reality before him.

"I will find us a new home." Ventar began, looking his XO in the eyes. "I swear it, I will." he added.

"I know you will, Sir. And I'll be right by your side, when you do." the XO began, as he rose from his seat, and walked over to his Captain. "But you have to remember that we're only human... you can't expect everyone to hold out as long as some others may be able to... there will be others, who decide to break from the fleet, along the way. They're not bad people, and they're not against you. They just can't maintain this style of living as we can." he said, as he placed a reassuring hand on Ventar's shoulder, as the two men exchanged a small smile.

"You know... I truly hope no other Captain ever has to deal with anything like this... you have no idea... it wears at you." Ventar stated.



TO BE CONTINUED...

[Radiogod]

interesting that the Emilions did not repeat the cylon mistake. Seems to be the only "tribe" who learned the lesson.

[BolianAdmiral]

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Hehe, yeah... well, the main reason for that is their culture... the Emilons were the group that was like the Amish, as they didn't really use any high technology, and were more self-reliant.

The Omirons also, were without any Cylons, in terms of Centurions.