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Vice Admiral
A beautiful blue-green ball rotated serenely below as the ships of the fleet began to settle into orbit. Advance recon indicated no evidence of the Thirteenth Tribe, so they knew their journey was not yet at an end.
Nontheless, it was a chance to rest, to breathe fresh air, and feel the warmth of a sun on their faces once more, if only for a short while...
Another image of my RTF, featured are the Galactica, Mineral Ship, Colonial Movers ship, freighter Geminii and the Rising Star, as well as several ships of my own design: a Pican liner (upper left corner), Scorpion survey Vessel (upper right), and Caprican colony transport (lower right). In a "Foundation moment" I also slipped in a homage appearance by my interpretation of a DY-100 (the Botany Bay from Star Trek's "Space Seed") near the Geminii.
Also, I had a bout of inspiration, and did up the following:
Nontheless, it was a chance to rest, to breathe fresh air, and feel the warmth of a sun on their faces once more, if only for a short while...

Another image of my RTF, featured are the Galactica, Mineral Ship, Colonial Movers ship, freighter Geminii and the Rising Star, as well as several ships of my own design: a Pican liner (upper left corner), Scorpion survey Vessel (upper right), and Caprican colony transport (lower right). In a "Foundation moment" I also slipped in a homage appearance by my interpretation of a DY-100 (the Botany Bay from Star Trek's "Space Seed") near the Geminii.

Also, I had a bout of inspiration, and did up the following:
In the final days of the Thirteen Tribes on Kobol it was decided that new worlds must be sought, that the people were to survive.
Thus it was that people of twelve of the tribes gathered together in ships and prepared to set sail, for they knew of worlds in a certain area that would suit their people well
The Lord of the Thirteenth Tribe, however, purposed himself and his people towards a different end, declaring that his Tribe would seek out a world for themselves far off in a distant region, on a planet known as Earth.
So the Thirteenth Tribe bent itself towards the labor of constructing a mighty vessel, utilizing all the knowledge and skill of the craftsmen of Kobol.
It's length was fifteen thousands of metrons, it's bredth six thousands and three hundreds of metrons, and it's height one thousand and eight hundred metrons. It's hull was made of the strongest of metals known in those days, and did gleam under the light of the homestar as if of burnished gold and polished silver. No finer vessel had been crafted by the hand of man
Unto this ark was taken of the seed of the field, the fruit of the tree, and of the fish of the seas and fowl of the air as well as that which walked upon the land.
Taken also was the knowledge of Kobol, of arts, science, rhetoric and politic. Great works were boarded: writings, sculptures, the produce of the great and the small alike in every field of endeavor possible.
And the Lord of the Thirteenth Tribe looked upon the vessel, work of his people, hope of his heart, and named it Eden. And the people of the Thirteenth Tribe did board the ark, and it set sail into the blackness of the void.
Thus did the Thirteenth Tribe, the Lost Tribe, pass from the knowledge of men.
Book of the Word, Chapter 3 Verse 1-9


