Battlestar Genesis: 2010
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Re: Battlestar Genesis: 2010--Raise the Curtains
THanks..and as you can tell the perverbial shit has hit the fan...and very soon they are going to find, at last, the Battlestar Genesis!!! And the commander is Phil Collins..just kidding!!
Rob
THanks..and as you can tell the perverbial shit has hit the fan...and very soon they are going to find, at last, the Battlestar Genesis!!! And the commander is Phil Collins..just kidding!!
Rob
RobertScorpio
Pariah
BATTLESTAR GENESIS
The Time Is Now
All across the globe, secret air-force squadrons, known to exist only by the leaders of the world’s major super-powers, just for this possible event, alien invasion, took to the skies to defend Earth as best they could. They were, in reality, no match for the invading Cylon raiders, but they were valuable fodder. And, during the fantastic battle in the skies above Earth, various news media outlets showed the fray as best they could.
As the battle in the skies waged on, and was even visible to the naked eye, across the rest of the world, humanity panicked.
CNN and FOX even had experts, ex-fighter pilot types, or ex-astronauts, who offered the best analysis they could provide, almost as if they were play-by-play callers for a sports event.
--
President Barak Obama ushered Commander Apollo to a special room beneath the White-house. Inside the room was a special communication’s platform that, when activated, sent a signal to the Russian, Chinese, English, and German heads of states. After ten-minutes of prep, all of them were on the video conference line.
“Gentlemen, lady,” Obama said, “As I am sure you are all aware, our world is facing attack by outside forces. The secret air-squadrons our predecessors set up years ago for this possibility are doing their best, but they will not prevail.”
Obama’s words were translated for each of the listeners, if need be, in their native languages.
“Who is this man who sits next to you? You are aware that bringing outsiders like this, via this avenue of communication, is expressively prohibited by agreement.” The question was asked by the Russian head of state, Dmitri Anatolyevich Medvedev.
“His name is Commander Apollo,” Obama answered. “He represents one of the two factions, one side human, one side synthetic life forms, that have brought this war to our planet. Now, I know this may sound hard to believe; in fact I am not even sure I believe it. But as we all know, there are those who believe that life here began out there, far across the universe, with tribes of humans who may have been the forefathers of the Egyptians, or the Toltecs, or the Mayans. Commander Apollo is one such person. Please let him explain who he is, and why he is here.” Obama said.
Obama nodded to Apollo, who then began to tell the collected leaders of the world a most fantastic story.
“President Obama’s words are true,” Apollo said, “and I know, by looking at your faces, that you will be hard to convince, and that is how it should be. Many thousands of your years ago, humanity set sail from Earth, across the darkness of space, and colonized a planetary system not different from your own.”
“How was this possible?” the Chinese leader asked. His question was short, but to the point. “Even today, if the nations of Earth pooled their recourses, we could never accomplish such a fete.”
“The technology for that exodus was provided by a race of beings that even we can not explain. However,” Apollo continued, “these strange life forms may be the genesis to many of your world’s belief systems, and ours as well.”
“Do you know how outlandish that sounds?” Gordon Brown, the Prime Minister of England, asked.
“Believe me,” Apollo said to him, “I do. After establishing this new colony, our ancestors came across a reptilian race that had allowed them selves to be come overwhelmed by their own synthetic life forms, which we call Cylons. The expressed will of the Cylons, and these Cylons are the ones attacking your world now as I speak to you, is to eliminate humanity for the simple reason we exist. Now,” Apollo said, “believe me when I say that we do not have the time to strategize over what should happen next. That pocket of humanity, that left your world all those eons ago? We are all that are left; barely fifty-thousand. And unless we act now, your world, and our survivors, who represent the totality of humans in this galaxy, will be destroyed.”
“How can we do this?” Obama asked.
“At this moment,” Apollo said, “the last of the fighter crafts from the ship that brought us here, a ship called the Battlestar Galactica, are being hidden, in formation, behind your moon. Once I give the word, they will take out the last Basestar, the ship that the Cylons are launching the attack on your world from. However, I believe the Galactica will also have to be used to accomplish this. I intend to ram the Basestar with the Galactica; destroying both. I come to you, now, asking your permission to colonize an area of your world for the survivors of our fleet. We have no where else to go. But please; give us your answer soon. We don’t have much longer. The Cylons will eventually destroy your air-forces, and then they will destroy the rest of your civilization. I know; I saw it happen to my world with my own two eyes.”
“And what if you fail?” Gordon Brown asked.
“There is always that possibility,” Apollo said. “But not trying will lead to the same conclusion; the destruction of humanity. We can not allow that.”
--
Moments later, after an agreement from the Earth’s major super-powers, the last remaining Viper forces launched an unrelenting attack on the Cylon forces. Just as Apollo had predicted, it wouldn’t be enough. The Galactica herself would have to be deployed as a weapon. Apollo sat with Obama in the tactical room, safe inside the deep bunker beneath the White-House.
Apollo discussed a serious turn of events, via a secured video signal, with Boomer. He was Apollo’s first office, and was still aboard the Galactica.
“Commander,” Boomer said as the entire Bridge crew of the Galatica struggled to update tactical information with the Viper, and now, Earth air-forces. “I can not guarantee that the Galactica will maintain a precise course if we abandon her before we ram the Basestar.”
“What are you saying?” Apollo asked.
“The rest of the Bridge crew, and I, have volunteered to stay aboard her, to make sure she does what she has to do.” Boomer said.
“No,” Apollo said, as President Obama watched the conversation. “I should be up there, I am the commander. I’m heading there now.”
“No,” Boomer said, “you’ll never make it. The Cylons are blasting anything that is seen as a threat to the Basestar. Add to that our Vipers are doing their best to attack the Basestar; you might get caught in the crossfire. I will do this.”
“No, it isn’t right,” Apollo said. “You follow my orders, I’m coming up.”
Apollo prepared to stand up, but Obama held his arm down.
“Your first officer is correct,” Obama said. “You are the leader, the sworn leader, of your civilization. If we are to survive this, all of us, then we will need your leadership for the tough times to come, as your people are assimilated into our society. I can tell you; that won’t be as easy as you think.”
“Besides,” Boomer added with a smile, “I just sent a command code to your shuttle. For some reason, it just blew up on the airfield you parked it on. I’m not so sure how that happened sir.”
“Then,” Apollo said, “I pray that the Lords of Cobol go with you; and the rest of the valiant men and women who have decided to risk their lives to save us all.” Apollo said.
“Thank you Apollo,” Boomer said. “You tell Starbuck to behave, and make sure you introduce Earth to the sport of Triad. Make sure they include my stats if they carry on with a new league.”
Apollo smiled at the reference. The image faded.
“He must be a good friend,” Obama said to Apollo.
“The best,” Apollo agreed. “I just hope this works, and they don’t die for nothing.”
--
Next time; the conclusion to BATTLESTAR GENESIS with a most incredible twist ever!!! Stay tuned…soon.
The Time Is Now
All across the globe, secret air-force squadrons, known to exist only by the leaders of the world’s major super-powers, just for this possible event, alien invasion, took to the skies to defend Earth as best they could. They were, in reality, no match for the invading Cylon raiders, but they were valuable fodder. And, during the fantastic battle in the skies above Earth, various news media outlets showed the fray as best they could.
As the battle in the skies waged on, and was even visible to the naked eye, across the rest of the world, humanity panicked.
CNN and FOX even had experts, ex-fighter pilot types, or ex-astronauts, who offered the best analysis they could provide, almost as if they were play-by-play callers for a sports event.
--
President Barak Obama ushered Commander Apollo to a special room beneath the White-house. Inside the room was a special communication’s platform that, when activated, sent a signal to the Russian, Chinese, English, and German heads of states. After ten-minutes of prep, all of them were on the video conference line.
“Gentlemen, lady,” Obama said, “As I am sure you are all aware, our world is facing attack by outside forces. The secret air-squadrons our predecessors set up years ago for this possibility are doing their best, but they will not prevail.”
Obama’s words were translated for each of the listeners, if need be, in their native languages.
“Who is this man who sits next to you? You are aware that bringing outsiders like this, via this avenue of communication, is expressively prohibited by agreement.” The question was asked by the Russian head of state, Dmitri Anatolyevich Medvedev.
“His name is Commander Apollo,” Obama answered. “He represents one of the two factions, one side human, one side synthetic life forms, that have brought this war to our planet. Now, I know this may sound hard to believe; in fact I am not even sure I believe it. But as we all know, there are those who believe that life here began out there, far across the universe, with tribes of humans who may have been the forefathers of the Egyptians, or the Toltecs, or the Mayans. Commander Apollo is one such person. Please let him explain who he is, and why he is here.” Obama said.
Obama nodded to Apollo, who then began to tell the collected leaders of the world a most fantastic story.
“President Obama’s words are true,” Apollo said, “and I know, by looking at your faces, that you will be hard to convince, and that is how it should be. Many thousands of your years ago, humanity set sail from Earth, across the darkness of space, and colonized a planetary system not different from your own.”
“How was this possible?” the Chinese leader asked. His question was short, but to the point. “Even today, if the nations of Earth pooled their recourses, we could never accomplish such a fete.”
“The technology for that exodus was provided by a race of beings that even we can not explain. However,” Apollo continued, “these strange life forms may be the genesis to many of your world’s belief systems, and ours as well.”
“Do you know how outlandish that sounds?” Gordon Brown, the Prime Minister of England, asked.
“Believe me,” Apollo said to him, “I do. After establishing this new colony, our ancestors came across a reptilian race that had allowed them selves to be come overwhelmed by their own synthetic life forms, which we call Cylons. The expressed will of the Cylons, and these Cylons are the ones attacking your world now as I speak to you, is to eliminate humanity for the simple reason we exist. Now,” Apollo said, “believe me when I say that we do not have the time to strategize over what should happen next. That pocket of humanity, that left your world all those eons ago? We are all that are left; barely fifty-thousand. And unless we act now, your world, and our survivors, who represent the totality of humans in this galaxy, will be destroyed.”
“How can we do this?” Obama asked.
“At this moment,” Apollo said, “the last of the fighter crafts from the ship that brought us here, a ship called the Battlestar Galactica, are being hidden, in formation, behind your moon. Once I give the word, they will take out the last Basestar, the ship that the Cylons are launching the attack on your world from. However, I believe the Galactica will also have to be used to accomplish this. I intend to ram the Basestar with the Galactica; destroying both. I come to you, now, asking your permission to colonize an area of your world for the survivors of our fleet. We have no where else to go. But please; give us your answer soon. We don’t have much longer. The Cylons will eventually destroy your air-forces, and then they will destroy the rest of your civilization. I know; I saw it happen to my world with my own two eyes.”
“And what if you fail?” Gordon Brown asked.
“There is always that possibility,” Apollo said. “But not trying will lead to the same conclusion; the destruction of humanity. We can not allow that.”
--
Moments later, after an agreement from the Earth’s major super-powers, the last remaining Viper forces launched an unrelenting attack on the Cylon forces. Just as Apollo had predicted, it wouldn’t be enough. The Galactica herself would have to be deployed as a weapon. Apollo sat with Obama in the tactical room, safe inside the deep bunker beneath the White-House.
Apollo discussed a serious turn of events, via a secured video signal, with Boomer. He was Apollo’s first office, and was still aboard the Galactica.
“Commander,” Boomer said as the entire Bridge crew of the Galatica struggled to update tactical information with the Viper, and now, Earth air-forces. “I can not guarantee that the Galactica will maintain a precise course if we abandon her before we ram the Basestar.”
“What are you saying?” Apollo asked.
“The rest of the Bridge crew, and I, have volunteered to stay aboard her, to make sure she does what she has to do.” Boomer said.
“No,” Apollo said, as President Obama watched the conversation. “I should be up there, I am the commander. I’m heading there now.”
“No,” Boomer said, “you’ll never make it. The Cylons are blasting anything that is seen as a threat to the Basestar. Add to that our Vipers are doing their best to attack the Basestar; you might get caught in the crossfire. I will do this.”
“No, it isn’t right,” Apollo said. “You follow my orders, I’m coming up.”
Apollo prepared to stand up, but Obama held his arm down.
“Your first officer is correct,” Obama said. “You are the leader, the sworn leader, of your civilization. If we are to survive this, all of us, then we will need your leadership for the tough times to come, as your people are assimilated into our society. I can tell you; that won’t be as easy as you think.”
“Besides,” Boomer added with a smile, “I just sent a command code to your shuttle. For some reason, it just blew up on the airfield you parked it on. I’m not so sure how that happened sir.”
“Then,” Apollo said, “I pray that the Lords of Cobol go with you; and the rest of the valiant men and women who have decided to risk their lives to save us all.” Apollo said.
“Thank you Apollo,” Boomer said. “You tell Starbuck to behave, and make sure you introduce Earth to the sport of Triad. Make sure they include my stats if they carry on with a new league.”
Apollo smiled at the reference. The image faded.
“He must be a good friend,” Obama said to Apollo.
“The best,” Apollo agreed. “I just hope this works, and they don’t die for nothing.”
--
Next time; the conclusion to BATTLESTAR GENESIS with a most incredible twist ever!!! Stay tuned…soon.
RobertScorpio
Pariah
BATTLESTAR GENESIS
The Finale
Part Two
Commander Apollo, son of the legendary Adama, watched as military satellites in orbit of Earth beamed back the most stunning images from space. The Galactica, with a good share of the remaining Vipers leading the way, dove straight at the last Cylon Basestar. Apollo thought back over the lifetime of memories that were made on the last Battlestar; Galactica. Some of them were good, some of them were bad.
-
There was the memory of coming aboard the Galatica to warn Adama about having to leave Zack, Apollo’s younger brother, and Adama’s youngest son, behind so as to warn the fleet of an impending Cylon attack; only to be told by the late Colonel Tigh that Zack had been killed.
--
There were good memories as well; playing Triad against Boomer, or, on more than one occasion, busting up one of Starbuck’s Pyramid Games, so as to make sure the younger pilots Starbuck was training weren’t totally lost to the world of gambling.
--
One of the more exciting moments was when, believed to be dead, Apollo and Starbuck returned to the Galactica with Commander Cain and his daughter Sheba, and then, decades later, again believed to be dead, returning with Cain, Sheba, Kassie and Athena. History did seem to repeat at times.
--
Apollo remembered the joy of learning that, after he had left, Sheba had given birth to his son; a son named Martyn. Apollo remembered decades later sending Martyn away, to help protect Earth, but also to save him from possible thread when Cain detonated a star in an attempt to destroy the Cylons. (Author’s note. As depicted earlier in this thread)
-
In the here and now, Apollo watched with a tear in his eye as the Galactica sped towards the Basestar. It had all come down to this. Once the Basestar was destroyed, the Cylons would at last be defeated.
--
A Colonia Viper, piloted by Starbuck, with Martyn’s twelve year old son Kevin in the passenger’s seat, left Earth’s atmosphere. Flying along side the Viper was a Cylon raider, piloted by Boomer’s son Liam, and with him were Baltar’s daughter De’nria, and Martyn himself.
“Dad,” Kevin asked excitedly through the com device. “Why didn’t you ever tell me you were an alien from outer space?”
Martyn, sitting in the raider, looked over at the Viper in the near distance, and waved at his son.
“I had thought about it.” Martyn. “You’re mom didn’t know either. I just wanted to protect you both, and I thought by not telling you, I could do that.”
Liam had tried to contact his father, Boomer, having been told by Apollo only moments earlier what the plan was. But radio contact had been lost. All Liam could do was watch; watch as the mighty Galactica lunged into the last Basestar, causing a massive explosion in space. As the brilliance of the explosion faded, cheering could be heard through-out the various com channels. The war was over; humanity had survived.
-
Over the next three months, the survivors of the Galatica, and the rest of her rag-tag fleet, had settled in massive area in California-Nevada desert. Using their technology, a large domed city was constructed. But realizing they could not live in an isolated bubble city on Earth forever, Apollo, the leader of the refugees, began to allow Earth to use the technology that they had brought back to Earth.
Apollo had also earned the respect of most of the leaders of Earth, and was able to broker peace deals that had long evaded Earth politics. The Israeli-Palestinian issue was resolved, as was the Tibetan/Chinese issues. One by one, most of the world’s hot potato issues were being resolved. The arrival of the Galactia seemed to usher in a new era of peace; until…
--
Liam piloted one of Galatica’s last shuttles out of Earth’s atmosphere. There were several passengers sitting in the back; they included Martyn, Starbuck, Den’ria, Ambassador Apollo and his grandson Kevin. Something special had happened on the sixth month anniversary of the Galatica’s arrival to Earth; contact had been made with a low frequency signal. According to the computers back on Earth? The signal was coming from another Battlestar; the Genesis. It had, at last, been found.
“Father,” Martyn said to Apollo, “I wonder what we’ll find aboard her?”
“I’m not sure,” the now graying Apollo responded with a smile, “Its almost as if it’s a aberration, a ghost, and its reaching out from the past to touch us.”
“I hate ghosts,” Kevin said.
“I think they are fascinating to read about,” De’nria, Baltar’s daughter, said, “but not wise to believe in.”
As Martyin looked at her, he found it hard to believe what Baltar had secretly told him before he died. Baltar, with his dying breath, told Martyn that De’nria was actually a humanoid-looking Cylon. In fact, she was an android.
“Well,” Liam’s voice came from the pilot’s cabin up ahead, “we will reach the signal’s origin in about twent-five microns.”
--
Soon…
The Shuttle-pod expertly steered through the asteroid field that was ahead of it. And, as it approached one of the more massive asteroids, while tracking the homing signal, something else could be seen there as well. In parking orbit of the large asteroid was one of the older model Battlestars. The letting, though some what aged, was there for all to see; Genesis.
“Wow!” Kevin said, “that is so cool!”
“They must have abandoned it here,” Martyn said, “and then come to Earth via shuttle.”
“And then they must have destroyed the shuttles that brought them here, and faded into the native population.” Liam added.
“The bay doors are closed,” De’nria said, as she was the first to notice. “How will we get inside?”
Apollo lifted the medallion from his necklace. “This is how,” he told them.
“How does it work?” Liam asked.
Apollo pressed the center of the medallion. “It will only work at short range,” Apollo said. “They were designed this way to avoid remote sabotage.”
“I just hope there is enough power left in her batteries to…” Martyn began to say,
And then, suddenly, the bay-doors opened.
“Oh my,” Liam said excitedly. “I can’t believe it. My dad told me he saw one of these old bitches at a wrecking yard. I never expected to see one myself.”
“Well,” Apollo said, “you are. Go ahead and take us in Liam.” Apollo said.
The shuttle entered the hanger-bay of the Battlestar Genesis. Little did the passengers realize, but only one of them would leave the Battlestar Genesis; alive!
Continued….
The Finale
Part Two
Commander Apollo, son of the legendary Adama, watched as military satellites in orbit of Earth beamed back the most stunning images from space. The Galactica, with a good share of the remaining Vipers leading the way, dove straight at the last Cylon Basestar. Apollo thought back over the lifetime of memories that were made on the last Battlestar; Galactica. Some of them were good, some of them were bad.
-
There was the memory of coming aboard the Galatica to warn Adama about having to leave Zack, Apollo’s younger brother, and Adama’s youngest son, behind so as to warn the fleet of an impending Cylon attack; only to be told by the late Colonel Tigh that Zack had been killed.
--
There were good memories as well; playing Triad against Boomer, or, on more than one occasion, busting up one of Starbuck’s Pyramid Games, so as to make sure the younger pilots Starbuck was training weren’t totally lost to the world of gambling.
--
One of the more exciting moments was when, believed to be dead, Apollo and Starbuck returned to the Galactica with Commander Cain and his daughter Sheba, and then, decades later, again believed to be dead, returning with Cain, Sheba, Kassie and Athena. History did seem to repeat at times.
--
Apollo remembered the joy of learning that, after he had left, Sheba had given birth to his son; a son named Martyn. Apollo remembered decades later sending Martyn away, to help protect Earth, but also to save him from possible thread when Cain detonated a star in an attempt to destroy the Cylons. (Author’s note. As depicted earlier in this thread)
-
In the here and now, Apollo watched with a tear in his eye as the Galactica sped towards the Basestar. It had all come down to this. Once the Basestar was destroyed, the Cylons would at last be defeated.
--
A Colonia Viper, piloted by Starbuck, with Martyn’s twelve year old son Kevin in the passenger’s seat, left Earth’s atmosphere. Flying along side the Viper was a Cylon raider, piloted by Boomer’s son Liam, and with him were Baltar’s daughter De’nria, and Martyn himself.
“Dad,” Kevin asked excitedly through the com device. “Why didn’t you ever tell me you were an alien from outer space?”
Martyn, sitting in the raider, looked over at the Viper in the near distance, and waved at his son.
“I had thought about it.” Martyn. “You’re mom didn’t know either. I just wanted to protect you both, and I thought by not telling you, I could do that.”
Liam had tried to contact his father, Boomer, having been told by Apollo only moments earlier what the plan was. But radio contact had been lost. All Liam could do was watch; watch as the mighty Galactica lunged into the last Basestar, causing a massive explosion in space. As the brilliance of the explosion faded, cheering could be heard through-out the various com channels. The war was over; humanity had survived.
-
Over the next three months, the survivors of the Galatica, and the rest of her rag-tag fleet, had settled in massive area in California-Nevada desert. Using their technology, a large domed city was constructed. But realizing they could not live in an isolated bubble city on Earth forever, Apollo, the leader of the refugees, began to allow Earth to use the technology that they had brought back to Earth.
Apollo had also earned the respect of most of the leaders of Earth, and was able to broker peace deals that had long evaded Earth politics. The Israeli-Palestinian issue was resolved, as was the Tibetan/Chinese issues. One by one, most of the world’s hot potato issues were being resolved. The arrival of the Galactia seemed to usher in a new era of peace; until…
--
Liam piloted one of Galatica’s last shuttles out of Earth’s atmosphere. There were several passengers sitting in the back; they included Martyn, Starbuck, Den’ria, Ambassador Apollo and his grandson Kevin. Something special had happened on the sixth month anniversary of the Galatica’s arrival to Earth; contact had been made with a low frequency signal. According to the computers back on Earth? The signal was coming from another Battlestar; the Genesis. It had, at last, been found.
“Father,” Martyn said to Apollo, “I wonder what we’ll find aboard her?”
“I’m not sure,” the now graying Apollo responded with a smile, “Its almost as if it’s a aberration, a ghost, and its reaching out from the past to touch us.”
“I hate ghosts,” Kevin said.
“I think they are fascinating to read about,” De’nria, Baltar’s daughter, said, “but not wise to believe in.”
As Martyin looked at her, he found it hard to believe what Baltar had secretly told him before he died. Baltar, with his dying breath, told Martyn that De’nria was actually a humanoid-looking Cylon. In fact, she was an android.
“Well,” Liam’s voice came from the pilot’s cabin up ahead, “we will reach the signal’s origin in about twent-five microns.”
--
Soon…
The Shuttle-pod expertly steered through the asteroid field that was ahead of it. And, as it approached one of the more massive asteroids, while tracking the homing signal, something else could be seen there as well. In parking orbit of the large asteroid was one of the older model Battlestars. The letting, though some what aged, was there for all to see; Genesis.
“Wow!” Kevin said, “that is so cool!”
“They must have abandoned it here,” Martyn said, “and then come to Earth via shuttle.”
“And then they must have destroyed the shuttles that brought them here, and faded into the native population.” Liam added.
“The bay doors are closed,” De’nria said, as she was the first to notice. “How will we get inside?”
Apollo lifted the medallion from his necklace. “This is how,” he told them.
“How does it work?” Liam asked.
Apollo pressed the center of the medallion. “It will only work at short range,” Apollo said. “They were designed this way to avoid remote sabotage.”
“I just hope there is enough power left in her batteries to…” Martyn began to say,
And then, suddenly, the bay-doors opened.
“Oh my,” Liam said excitedly. “I can’t believe it. My dad told me he saw one of these old bitches at a wrecking yard. I never expected to see one myself.”
“Well,” Apollo said, “you are. Go ahead and take us in Liam.” Apollo said.
The shuttle entered the hanger-bay of the Battlestar Genesis. Little did the passengers realize, but only one of them would leave the Battlestar Genesis; alive!
Continued….
RobertScorpio
Pariah
thanks Mistral...I can't believe how long in the tooth this story is now. I have decided to concentrate on it and finally bring it to a close....but thanks for the support.
I am also dusting of RMS ENTERPRISE. Another oldie that I have designs on bringing to a head in the coming weeks...
Rob
I am also dusting of RMS ENTERPRISE. Another oldie that I have designs on bringing to a head in the coming weeks...
Rob
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