nuBSG fanfic "Battlestar Urantia"

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Wander My Friends" (EP. 002)

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The Battlestar, and its fleet of 22 ships, continued on course through space.

Inside the large Battlestar, Commander Standish walked down a hallway, on the way to CIC. He had in his hands a small bunch of duty reports that he was looking over as he walked.

As he kept his pace, he noticed the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching behind him, and he stopped to see who was there, as Grae came to a stop beside him.

"Morning, Medusa." he began, using her callsign as her name. "What's it like out there?" he asked.

"Quiet, Sir... too quiet." Grae replied.

"So you want to make some noise?" Standish asked, now lowering the paperwork, and taking his glasses off, as he looked at her.

"Aye, Sir... I don't like it, Sir... almost three months now, since the Cylon attacks, and we still have not seen so much as a Raider. Just because we don't see them, doesn't mean they're not out there." she began. "I'd really like to step up the CAP drills and combat exercises. Throw in some live-fire simulations, maybe?" she offered.

"I agree with you on the Cylons... we should remain alert... especially with the discovery of two new human planets... we don't want the Cylons making the same discovery. Run whatever practice drills you feel you need to, and don't be afraid to push your pilots. We're out in the unknown now... we have to prepare to expect the unexpected. Be that Cylon or otherwise." Standish said.

Grae smiled, as she began to jog in place, as she saluted the Commander.

"Aye, Sir... thank you, Sir." she said, as she began to jog off, as Standish called out to her, causing her to pause and face him again.

"I wanted to let you know..." Standish began. "I've invited the XO to my cabin for dinner tonight... why... why don't you join us? I wouldn't mind your company as well." he offered.

Grae thought about it, a she kept jogging in place, and then looked to Standish, smiling.

"Sure... maybe I'll drop by." she offered, as she again ran off, leaving a smiling Commander in front of the door to the CIC.

CIC

From that main situation table, D'anna looked on, as Commander Standish opened the door to CIC, and entered the room, making his way to her location, and setting the reports down upon the lit table.

For a moment, she regarded him, as the whine of the DRADIS screens filled the room.

"A problem with the CAG?" she asked, hinting that she had seen the two of them talking from the door's window.

"Hmm? Oh, no..." Standish began, looking at D'anna. "I was just inviting the CAG to dinner tonight, in my cabin. Come to think of it, I would love it if you could join us as well... it would give us a chance to talk a bit, off-duty." he offered, allowing a thin smile to escape to the surface.

D'anna looked for a second as if she would refuse, then changed her mind, and smiled.

"Fine. Sure, why not?" she began. "Guess I won't turn down a free meal." she offered, as both she and Standish smiled, and then looked to the DRADIS.

"How are our friends in the pilgrim fleet?" Standish asked.

"Well, Sir. The Captain of the Sal Caltanis reports nothing to be alarmed about. One of the women on the Deseret Star gave birth this morning to a healthy baby boy... other than that, no news to report." D'anna relayed.

"Good." Standish began. "How long until we're ready to make the jump to Emilon?"

"Mister Hindri says that the fleet will be in optimal jumping position in roughly two days." D'anna replied.

Good, good." Standish uttered. "I spoke to the CAG about stepping up the combat drills for our Viper pilots. She was concerned that we're getting to comfortable in assuming the Cylons won't return. I told her to do whatever she felt needed to be done, to get our pilots whipped into shape and ready. Since you'll both be at my table tonight, I'd like to hear any suggestions you could offer, that would add to her plans." he said.

D'anna appeared to be looking the Commander over, as her eyes ran up and down his form.

"I'll see what I can offer." she said, looking at him, as he smiled thinly, but politely.

"Good... that's good." Standish said, as he now again looked up to the DRADIS, the wash of the DRADIS wave reflecting in his glasses.

D'anna just looked at him, and contemplated the man. His prodigious use of the word "good" hinted that he was in a good mood, but this sudden invitation to his table was unexpected... out of the blue, as it were. Was he hitting on her? Flirting with her? Had Cavil been right, in assuming he would want her, in a way more than professional? In the time that she had served with him, Tyler Standish never struck her as a "people person", per se... he preferred to keep to himself most of the time, in his dim quarters, with a book, and a glass of ambrosia. But she would go to dinner with him, and see where this would go... maybe the Commander would pursue a relationship on his own, and she wouldn't have to do anything.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Wander My Friends" (EP. 002)

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The Battlestar, and its fleet of 22 ships, continued on course through space. It had been two days since Commander Standish had had dinner with his new XO, and his CAG, and it was now time for Urantia to make the first jump towards Emilon.

CIC

The DRADIS whine filled the room, along with the sounds of usual duty activities, as Standish looked up at the monitors, and then to Mister Hindri.

"Sir..." Hindri began. "Our FTL is spooling up... ready to jump... all fleet ships report ready, Sir.

"Very well... Mister Hindri... jump!" Standish called out, as the CIC crew braced themselves onto whatever they could hold, so the jump would not cause them to lose their equilibrium.

In space, the familiar FTL ring and wave washed over Urantia, and all the fleet ships, causing them to vanish from sight, leaving only empty space behind.

Instantly, in another region of space, multiple flashes of light signaled the arrival of Urantia and her fleet, as the ships again drfited in deep space.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - CIC

The DRADIS monitors showed the icons representing the fleet, as Standish and D'anna gazed at the readings. After a long series of moments, a new blip appeared on the display. After a second, another.

"Sir! New contacts... profile looks like Cylon Raiders, but if they are, they either followed us, or are out incredibly far... maybe lost." Hindri offered.

Standish looked from the DRADIS display to the tactical planning table, then back up at the display. Finally, he made his call.

"Launch the alert Vipers." he called out, as Hindri relayed the orders in the background.

Suddenly, a comm message came through the speakers from one of the Emilionian ships... it was the Captain of one of the two military cruisers, the Sal Caltanis.

"This is Captain Zender Kline, of the Sal Caltanis... we have detected some new signatures on our RADEX, and are moving to investigate." he relayed.

Standish shared a look with D'anna, and then lifted the phone handset from its cradle on the side of the table.

"This is Urantia Actual... set Condition One throughout the fleet." he ordered.

BSG URANTIA VIPER #5 (Mk. II)

Urantia's CAG, Grae, callsign "Medusa", flew at the head of the formation of Vipers that was heading for the new contacts. The mini-DRADIS display in her cockpit showed two blips that seemed to be an intermediary in size between a standard and heavy Cylon Raider.

"What the frak?" she whispered to herself, forgetting that her voice was transmitting over the comm link.

"What's that, Medusa?" another one of her pilots asked, over the comm.

"Nothing... just talking to myself." she said, somewhat embarrassed. "Just thinking about these new contacts... we should be able to see them any second... keep your eyes open, and your senses alert!" she called out.

In space, two dark and shadowy forms emerged from the darkness of space, blotting out the stars behind them. The silhouettes of the craft resembled a "T" shape, that had been turned on its side, with the top of the "T" to the starboard side of the craft. The top "T" section was curved, giving an appearance of a large wingblade or shield. The middle of the "T" section resembled a standard Cylon Raider, complete with a "head".

The craft emitted no sound, save for a high-pitched and mournful whine.

Suddenly, a dark glass "visor" was lifted from the head section of the lead craft, and a roving bright red light erupted into life, scanning from left to right. The second craft followed suit.

BSG URANTIA VIPER #5 (Mk. II)

Grae looked at the new arrivals with both shock and disdain.

"FRAK!" she began, calling into the intercom. "Urantia... we've got Cylons out here... but they're not like anything we've seen... they look... strange." she said. "All Vipers, weapons free! Follow my lead!" she called out.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - CIC

Commander Standish stared at the DRADIS, watching his Vipers begin to mix it up with the new Cylon contacts. Finally, he turned to face his officers behind him.

"Put us between the fleet and those new Cylons out there... I want long-range interception fire, all portside batteries!" he called out, as he turned to D'anna, a serious and worried look on his face. "We can't risk letting the Cylons discover the location of Emilon... if they do, they would certainly wipe it out, and we can't be responsible for that." he stated, looking back to the DRADIS.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[fleetcaptain]

Re: BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Wander My Friends" (EP. 002)

Interesting so far. I have been thinking of doing a series based on another battlestar that got away from the Cylon attack itself and survived but w/o a fleet just like the main series and yours. I have to say your series is promising so far.

 

[BolianAuthor]

Re: BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Wander My Friends" (EP. 002)

Thank you, fleetcaptain, for the kind words. I'm glad folks are still reading. I know updates are not daily, but they are coming... I have a definite plan for this series, and I think you all will really enjoy it.

I have heard a lot of people tell me that they had thought of doing a nuBSG series, but were either afraid to do it, or not sure how to approach such a venture. I was not sure how Urantia would turn out, either, but I just decided to up and try it. You should do the same. Anyway, thanks again for the kind words, and stay tuned!

 

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Wander My Friends" (EP. 002)

CONTINUED...

BSG URANTIA VIPER #5 (Mk. II)

Medusa watched the Cylon "Raider" race towards her Viper, and gazed at the roving red scanning light on the head of the craft. The craft was nearing her Viper with incredible speed, and if the Cylon did not break off soon, it would collide with her.

Grae took the opportunity to unload her guns on the approaching lead craft. Her bullet tracers dotted the starscape, as the Cylon craft sped towards her.

"FRAK!" she yelled, as she instinctually forced her Viper into a hard bank, to avoid colliding with the Cylon. But such a move was not necessary...

Just as the Cylon craft was about to slam into Grae's Viper, it jumped away, into FTL, vanishing from sight.

Grae looked at her on-board DRADIS, looking for any sign of the craft. Finally, she found it, as a blip appeared.

"Urantia, this is Medusa... the lead Cylon is right on your doorstep... about a hundred meters off the port side." she said into the comm.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - CIC

Both Commander Standish and D'anna looked at the DRADIS, as D'anna wore a look of confusion.

"Where the frak did they come from?" she began. "And why isn't there any Basestar?" she asked.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

In space, the weapons tracers and flak fire from Urantia were dotting the view, as the two Cylon ships wove about, in close proximity to Urantia... the two Cylons seemed to almost be "recording" something about Urantia, as they were trying hard not to fire on the ship.

Suddenly, Urantia's guns had an effect, and one of the two new Cylon ships exploded apart, as cannon fire from Urantia ripped through it.

Seeing what happened to the second Cylon ship, the lead vessel began to turn away from Urantia, and as it came about, the FTL wave washed over the ship, as it vanished from view.

CIC

Commander Standish and D'anna shared a look, as the now regarded a blank DRADIS screen.

"Stand down from Condition One." Standish ordered, as he returned his focus to the XO.

"That was strange." D'anna offered. "Two Cylon contacts, no mothership nearby, and they jump in, and then jump out again... where did they come from?" she asked.

"This signifies a Cylon presence in this system... or at the very least... nearby this system. We're going to have to proceed with caution to Emilon... if we have another Cylon encounter, I'm going to skip Emilon, and try to jump to Ruion instead." Standish said, as he now began to walk away from the command table.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship continued on course through space, along with its fleet of ships.

XO'S CABIN

D'anna poured more water into the glass for Cavil, who took it, as she now sat back down across from him.

"I still don't know what you're talking about... I did not contact anyone yet... I haven't had the time to... whoever these Cylons were, I know nothing about them... the only Cylons I knew about, are way back near the Colonies." Cavil explained. "This attack was not my doing."

"Could this be a new form of Cylon... or some sort of rogue group?" D'anna asked.

"I don't think there are any "new Cylons"... or rogues, for that matter... there has to be some reasonable explanation for what happened today. And you can be assured, that I'll find out." Cavil stated.

"In any case, this has shown that there is a Cylon presence out here... we should have the nearest Basestar jump in, and investigate... it can trail Urantia just out of jumping range, and while shadowing us, can scan for any sign of where these Cylons came from. If we can find them, we can bring them home... place them back with their own kind." D'anna offered.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Wander My Friends" (EP. 002)

CONTINUED...

THREE MONTHS AGO

The silence of space was broken, by a large and dark object, which sped by, as a long contrail of smoke sliced a line through the starscape.

The Cylon Heavy Raider sped towards a planet, which outwardly, looked as if it could support human life... there were oceans, and landmasses, as well as clouds, but there were only very sparse patches of green on those landmasses.

The smoke from the Heavy Raider's engine continued to spew out, as the craft swerved to line itself up for an emergency landing on the surface.

CYLON HEAVY RAIDER

Inside the cockpit of the craft, two Cylon Centurions sat at the controls, silently working on the approach, as their roving red lights moved from side to side in a "V" pattern. Suddenly, the sounds of the cockpit were broken, by a sound that had not been heard for a very long time... and it came from behind the two Centurions... a loud, and extremely "robotic" metallic-sounding voice...

"Rate of altitude loss incompatible with current alignment vector... re-calibrate and adjust... divert all remaining emergency power reserves to forward stabilizers." the voice said.

The two Centurions at the controls momentarily looked to regard the source of the voice...

An original Cylon Centurion... a Leader, indicated by the shiny golden armor he wore. His red scanning light wove from side to side, in a straight line, as the Leader reacted to the two Centurions looking at him.

"Look out... look out! Brace for collision!" the gold Leader began, just as the Heavy Raider slammed into something solid, and the force of the impact shattered the cockpit, and threw the Cylons about, as debris and vegetation filled the cabin.

PRESENT DAY

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The mighty warship continued to escort the fleet through space. As the fleet gradually began to angle about slightly, the arc of a planet's atmosphere could be seen, as the world began to loom ever larger... it was a planet very much like Aerelon, capable of supporting human life, but mostly agricultural, and not as developed as Caprica, Tauron, or Leonis. This world was neither of those, however... this was Emilon.

CIC

Commander Standish looked at the DRADIS screens, and saw absolutely no vessels in orbit, other than his Colonial fleet, and the pilgrim fleet. He looked to the command table, then to D'anna.

"Well... here we are. Hard to believe that we've had no encounters with the Cylons since those mystery ships appeared, but it's true... we made it here safely." he began. "Now, we need to work with Captain Kline and his people, in contacting the surface, to secure any food and water we can... build up our stores again." he added.

"Shouldn't take too long." D'anna began. "From what Kline said, his people would be willing to help out. Also, I think it would be a good idea to let some of the people from the civilian ships go down for a while... let them stretch their legs... after some months cooped up in liners and cargo haulers, I'm sure they'd like some open space for a while." she offered.

"Agreed." Standish said, nodding, as he removed his glasses, to rub his eyes, before putting them back on. "It's been a long day... I'm gonna grab a nap and then a shower... I'll see you later." he said, as he walked off, leaving the XO in command.

THE FLEET

Kept perfect orbit over Emilon, as a handful of Raptors began an approach to the planet's atmosphere.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - XO'S CABIN

D'anna placed a jug of water on the table, and handed an already full glass to Cavil, as she then poured herself one.

Cavil took a drink, and then set the glass on the table, looking to D'anna.

"Well, it seems that we may get an answer to the puzzle of those rogue Cylons Urantia encountered." he began. "We've sent one of our Basestars to a planet in a system about three jumps behind us... we had picked up an automated distress signal coming from that location, that is Cylon in origin. With luck, some of our Centurions are still functioning, and can tell us what happened. The design of those two craft were unusual., though... if these Cylons had anything to do with them, I'd like to know if it was something they found and modified, or if they made it themselves." he added, taking another drink, as D'anna looked to him.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[BolianAuthor]

OTP: The Vipers of BSG Urantia

Hey, all...

This is off-topic (sort of), but I want to put all BSG Urantia-related stuff in one thread, to minimize clutter.

B.J., of both this Trek BBS, and Sci-Fi Meshes, was very kind, and agreed to render out some custom Vipers for the Urantia setting, and I wanted to post them here, for all to see, so you can "visualize" what our Vipers look like.

First, there is the pre-war Mk. II Viper. Those who have been reading Urantia will recall that before the war, Urantia had a compliment of 12 Mk. II Vipers, that were used for non-military performance airshows, much like the Thunderbirds, or the Blue Angels. Urantia's performance squadron was called the Starblazers, a homage to the wonderful anime series. So here is what the Mk. II's looked like in Starblazers livery:

Of course, once Urantia got settled, and sorted out which planes were flyable and which were to be used for spare parts, the surviving Mk. II's were re-painted, in "combat"-spec livery. The "standard" Mk. II livery is below:

And, of course, Urantia has the usual compliment of the modern Mk. VII Vipers. The livery for the Mk. VII's is below:

Hope you all enjoy. Just wanted to post these here, for a little something fun. Thanks again, B.J., for your wonderful work!

 

[fleetcaptain]

Re: OTP: The Vipers of BSG Urantia

They look great. Are there other Urantia material over on Scifi-Meshes? I thought I would ask since I'm a member on there too.

 

[BolianAuthor]

Re: OTP: The Vipers of BSG Urantia

fleetcaptain,

Not as of yet, but there soon will be. B.J. was kind enough to do the Vipers for me, and I am currently working with both Atolm, who is designing the look of those mysterious Cylon ships you just read about, and Furyofaseraph is working on some new Cylon Basestars for me, as well as working on some renders of Urantia engaged in combat with said Basestars. So, as of now, these Vipers are the only Urantia stuff on Sci-Fi Meshes... but more will come soon.

 

[fleetcaptain]

Re: OTP: The Vipers of BSG Urantia

Sweet. Can't wait to see all of that work once its completed.

 

[BolianAuthor]

Re: OTP: The Vipers of BSG Urantia

^

Thank you... neither can I.

An update to Urantia will be up tomorrow.

 

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Wander My Friends" (EP. 002)

CONTINUED...

PRESENT DAY - SITE OF CYLON CRASH LANDING

The planet hung in the heavens, as a short distance away, the familiar FTL flashring appeared, spitting out a single Cylon Basestar, which began to slowly drift towards the planet.

The shadows of dozens of Cylon Raiders could be seen, creeping along the rocky surface of the world, as the ghostly whine of their many engines filled the air. Finally, the vista of the rocky surface landscape was broken... by the sight of the remains of a heavily damaged Heavy Raider, which was strewn about in chunks, as nearby, the lone survivor of the newer, more "mysterious" Cylon ships sat, as the four Centurions surrounding it, looked upwards, to the Cylon Raiders overhead, as their shadows continued to dash across the surface of the planet.

On the surface, at the crash site, one of the four Centurions broke from the group, and walked to an area at the foot of the sparse woods, and disappeared for a moment behind a large chunk of debris from the downed Heavy Raider, as in the distance, the whine of the Cylon raiders still filled the air.

After a moment, the Centurion emerged from behind the debris, and walked back to his last position, as now another Cylon followed him... but this Cylon did not look like the smooth, silver, Centurion... this Cylon was special... he was one of the original Centurion models... a Leader... and his brilliant golden armor shone brightly, in the afternoon sunlight of the world they were on.

The gold Leader looked up to the sky, his red scanning light roving from left to right, in a straight line, as the Raiders flew past him, overhead. Finally, after a long moment, he broke the silence, and spoke, filling the air with his metallic, robotic, voice.

"Cylon search-and-rescue party... three dozen Raiders... one Heavy Raider. Detecting Basestar in standard orbital altitude... forty-five degrees above equatorial line." he began, as he now looked to address the newer Centurions around him. "Prepare data packets for download, and prepare Seeker for departure from surface." he ordered.

The new Centurions all looked at him, and "nodded" their responses, as they carried on with their assigned duties, as the gold Leader stood watch, his red scanner still roving to and fro.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship continued to shepherd its fleet in orbit of Emilon... homeworld of the pilgrim fleet, and one of two known worlds inhabited by members of the human race, who left Kobol so many years ago, on a journey to Earth.

EMILONIAN TRANSPORT SHIP "SEPIA MOON"

The small, ramshackle-looking ship kept a slow, but comfortable pace with the nearby Urantia, which dwarfed the small transport ship.

On board the small ship, Captain Zender Kline, of the military cruiser Sal Caltanis, was escorting Commander Standish on a tour of the ship, so that Standish could see the Emilonian pilgrims for himself, and see how they chose to live, and what their practices and culture were.

As they entered another corridor, both men ducked to avoid hitting a rafter, as they cleared it, and continued walking.

As Tyler Standish listened to Captain Kline explain to him about the ways and beliefs of the pilgrims, he began to notice that as he looked around, the ship was very simple... there were no computers... no elements of artistic expression... the closest thing that came to art that he saw so far, were the sepia-tone photographs of the Emilonian men, women, and children, in their traditional clothes, and most wearing expressionless faces, as the photos sat snugly inside their octagonal frames, and the few quilts that he had seen some of the women tending to. He began to realize that these people were simplists... they did not like advanced technology very much.

The two men paused, so that Kline could point out one of the water-distribution devices that the pilgrims liked to use, but Standish was not listening... he was drawn away from Kline's words by the sight of two pilgrim women who were washing clothes together, as they chatted. One of the women, paused, and looked up at Standish, and smiled, as she brushed some strands of fiery red hair away from her eyes.

She was stunningly beautiful to him... hot, even. He just looked at her, and tried to return her smile, in a way he hoped would not seem awkward, which caused her own smile to widen a bit, as she then looked away from him, and turned back to the other woman she was working with, and resumed her conversation.

"Excuse me." he said to Kline, as he excused himself, to walk to the redheaded woman, as Kline just paused, and looked after Tyler.

As Standish stopped in front of where the two women were, they stopped talking, and looked to him, as the redheaded woman stood straight, and wiped her hands on her dress, looking at him, as she smiled.

"I'm Commander Standish... Tyler Standish, of the Battlestar Urantia." he said, softly.

The woman just looked at him, a tight and sly smile on the tip of her lips, trying to break through. She was beautiful to him... fiery orange-red hair, milky white skin, pointy nose, high cheekbones, and azure blue eyes.

"Well, Commander Tyler Standish, of the Battlestar Urantia... to what do I owe the honor of your attention?" she asked, the tightly locked smile creeping ever more to the surface.

"First things first." Standish began, softly. "I told you my name... now it's your turn."

"Now, Commander Standish..." she began, pretending to admonish him, as a mother would a child that's being rude. "You should know you don't go ordering womenfolk around in such ways." she said, her smile now letting itself to the surface, as she looked right into his eyes.

Standish stood his ground, but she could tell that even though is expression was outwardly serious, he was laughing in his eyes. Finally, Standish decided to play her game.

"Very well..." he began, as he started to walk off. "I can't talk to a woman, if I don't know her name." he said, baitingly, as he got only a few steps, before she relented, and called out to him.

"Wait!" she said, as he turned to face her, as she walked up to him, extending her hand. "Eliza Winnow... that's my name." she said, smiling in an equally baiting way.

"Eliza Winnow..." Standish repeated, looking into her eyes the whole time, as he accepted her hand, and shook it gently, as the other pilgrim woman just looked at the two of them, and almost rolled her eyes, as if to say to Eliza, "I can't believe you're falling for this." The other woman, a brunette, looked as if she were fighting the urge to break out into laughter.

"So..." Eliza continued. "You must tell me now... of what do I owe the honor of your attention?" she asked.

Standish nodded for a moment, and then, while still holding her one hand with his, drew her close to him, so he could whisper something in her ear.

As he spoke, her cheeks turned almost as red as her hair, as he now drew away, and she let out a soft gasp of mock-shock at the Commander, as she looked to him, a playful smile on her lips.

"Why, Commander Standish..." she said, still pretending to be shocked.

Standish just let out a slight smile, and nodded politely at the two women, as he excused himself.

"Ladies..." he said, as he now walked away, his smile growing quite large, as behind him, Eliza walked back to her companion, as both broke out in giggles.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Wander My Friends" (EP. 002)

CONTINUED...

PRESENT DAY - SITE OF CYLON CRASH LANDING

The door to the Heavy Raider opened, and a group of Cylon Centurions walked out, and down the ramp, as their metal feet clanked loudly on the ramp's metal. Upon touching ground on the surface of the planet, the Centurions looked around, and then looked to the group of surviving Centurions nearby, as the gold Leader Centurion stood at the head of the formation. When the Centurions were confident that there was no danger, they all switched from guns, to their clawlike "hand" appendages again, as they turned to let another Cylon out of the craft... a "skinjob".

The feet of the skinjob Cylon walked down the ramp, and set foot on the soil, as the being then paused. After a moment, D'anna Beirs looked right at the gold Leader Centurion, and let out a gasp of shock, as she turned to face another "skinjob" Cylon that had just joined her from the craft... a Cylon known by the humans as Doral.

"My God..." D'anna began. "Do you know who that is?" she asked. "That Centurion 315... the only remaining Leader Centurion from the first war known to us." she added. "He commanded the campaigns and attacks that yielded the most human losses, during the first war... because of that, he was kept active." she explained, as Doral regarded the Leader.

Finally, the two human Cylons walked to the Leader, the Centurions close behind.

Upon meeting the Leader, the Leader brought his right arm to his chest, in a salute, as D'anna initiated the conversation.

"You are Centurion Leader 315." she began.

"Affirmative." the Leader replied.

"We picked up your distress beacon... status report, Leader." she ordered.

The Leader's red scanner moved from side to side, as he responded.

"Our Heavy Raider passed through a nebula that disabled our navigational bearings. I ordered an FTL jump out of the nebula, to avoid further complications. We came out of FTL, and were instantly struck by a small meteorite, which damaged our engines. I attempted to negotiate a landing on the surface of this planet, when we crashed." the Leader began to explain.

"How long had you been on the planet, before you sent the distress signal?" she asked.

"Not long... we had just completed transmitting the signal, when the ground came up and hit us." the Leader said. "In an effort to determine our location, we have salvaged components of our destroyed Heavy Raider, and have been able to improvise two new Cylon craft." he added, indicating to the Seeker craft, sitting nearby.

D'anna and Doral looked to the craft, and then D'anna looked back to the Leader.

"I see only one craft... you said there were two." she said.

"The other craft was destroyed, in combat against Battlestar Urantia." the Leader replied.

"The Battlestar Urantia?" D'anna began. "You have encountered it? Is it nearby?" she asked.

"Affirmative." the Leader began. "We were able to obtain close-range scans of Battlestar Urantia." he added.

D'anna looked to Doral, and the two of them quietly discussed some thoughts, as D'anna then turned back to face the Leader.

"Very well... we want to review your findings. We have a Basestar in orbit... gather your Centurions, and bring your new craft on board the Basestar... you're coming home." she said.

"By your command." the Leader answered.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[BolianAuthor]

OTP: The Cylons of BSG Urantia

Hey, all...

Fear not, updates ARE coming... real life is just keeping me busy for the moment. But in the meantime, I wanted to share some more Urantia artwork with you all.

As mentioned earlier, Atolm, of Sci Fi Meshes, has lent his talents to Urantia, and has designed the new Cylon "Seeker" craft. Below is the side profile.

The large "mowhawk"-like wing on top of the "head" section is actually on the starboard side of the craft, and is mirrored below the centerline, but since it is mirrored, Atolm omitted the continuation of the wing from the drawing.

 

[fleetcaptain]

Re: OTP: The Cylons of BSG Urantia

Wow, looks great. Can't wait to see more artwork soon.

 

[tenmei]

Re: BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Wander My Friends" (EP. 002)

Interesting. Like others I thought about doing a BSG fic but could never think of a good direction to take it - my plan was that a small ship (not much bigger than Colonial One, a scientific research vessel - civilian operated but with a couple of Colonial officers on it) was among the ships that were with Galactica during the assault on Caprica but when they decided on the Ragnar Anchorage as a point to jump to, the coordinates got garbled due to a partially fritzed communications array and they made a blind jump to somewhere random.

It was a conceptual crossbreed between Voyager and Galactica, I guess.

Maybe once we've finished BSG, it might provide more room for people to develop fic like this. Kudos to you for doing it now, though - it's pretty good as well!

 

[BolianAuthor]

Re: BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Wander My Friends" (EP. 002)

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fleetcaptain,

Atolm has said that other views of the Seeker should be available soon. I will post them when he sends them to me. I'm glad you like it.

tenmei,

Thanks! I'm glad you like it. As I said, updates are on the way... in fact, the next update will be up tomorrow night (Monday).

 

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Wander My Friends" (EP. 002)

CONTINUED...

CYLON BASESTAR

The mammoth black ship sailed through the darkness of space, blotting out the star behind it, as it moved along.

Inside the ship, the gold "Leader" Centurion stood amongst the newer, modern Centurions, as the "skinjobs" gathered around a monitor, and were watching the recorded footage of Battlestar Urantia's weapons firing.

D'anna was impressed with what she was seeing... the new improvised "Seeker" craft the Centurions had built were able to get extremely close to Uranita... inside its firing solution.

Finally, the footage ended, with a bright golden/white energy ring, which quickly enveloped the entire view... the remaining Seeker had jumped away. D'anna turned to face the gold Leader.

"Very nice... I'm impressed that you were able to get so close. You have done well, Centurion." she began, as she walked over to him, and as she did, he looked right at her, his red scanner roving to and fro. "Is Urantia still nearby?" she asked.

"Affirmative." the gold Leader began. "Battlestar Urantia is currently joined by a small fleet of star ships... most have Colonial identification codes, while others have codes that are not consistent with those from the Twelve Colonies of Man. Analysis of the communications traffic between fleet ships indicate the other vessels come from a planet known as Emilon." he added.

D'anna's look grew excited, as she turned to face the other "skinjobs" in the room... a couple Gina's, a Sharon, a Cavil, and a few Dorals.

"We have to find Urantia... she's still nearby!" she exclaimed, as she could sense the others were not sold on the idea just yet. "With this information on Urantia's firing solutions and patterns, we can easily do some heavy damage." she stated.

"The point being?" one of the Gina's asked. "Urantia's already on her way back to the Colonies... we'll get to her eventually."

"No... don't you see?" D'anna began. "We need to corral her... keep forcing her in a direction away from the Colonies! Don't you see? Urantia has discovered other pockets of humanity... most likely remnants of the 13th Tribe... we need Urantia to find all of them that there may be... only then, can we push her home... where we will be able to deliver the final blow to the remains of the human race." she said, as the others looked at her, as she again turned to the gold Leader. "I'm putting you in charge of locating Urantia... I also want you to command our Centurions, in all engagements we have with Urantia." she said.

"By your command." was the gold Leader's reply, as he just looked to D'anna, his red scanner moving from left to right.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Wander My Friends" (EP. 002)

CONTINUED...

CYLON BASESTAR

The mammoth black ship sailed through the darkness of space, as it was now joined by one new Basestar. A large contingent of Raiders flew alongside the two mammoth ships, their ghostly whines resonating through the void.

On the lead Basestar, many large machines were busy fabricating the hulls of new Cylon craft... segments of black wing would be fabricated, and then a mechanical arm would transfer those parts to another arm, which would assemble it to the main fuselage, and on the line the parts would go, and so on.

The tall chrome Centurions that were manning the controls to the assembly machines looked up for a second, as D'anna and Gina walked into the room, escorted by the gold Leader. D'anna looked around the room.

"Impressive... I'm surprised that the Centurions were able to reproduce the craft design you improvised on the planet so quickly. When assembly is complete, we will have a new arsenal for our fleets... these Seekers will be able to execute recon jumps, ahead of our Raider parties, and evaluate the target's defenses and readiness, before we jump in." she said.

The gold Leader's red scanner roved to and fro, as he replied.

"The Battlestar Urantia is the only Colonial warship in the fleet. However, our scans indicate that two of the ships from planet Emilon also carry military-grade weaponry, consistent with a light military cruiser." he said.

"But those ships cannot begin to compare to the level of power Urantia has, right?" Gina asked.

"Affirmative." the gold Leader responded, as D'anna and Gina now stepped closer to the assembly area, to watch the new craft being constructed.

EMILON

In orbit of the world, the Battlestar Urantia continued to escort the fleet, as the large group of ships held position in a high equatorial orbit.

On the surface of Emilon, the sun of the world filled the noontime sky with its light, as a few white, fluffy, clouds dotted the sky.

Below, Commander Standish looked back down from the sky, and to his companion, with whom he was holding hands... Eliza Winnow... the redheaded pilgrim woman, whom he had first met aboard the Sepia Moon.

The two walked amongst a vast open grassy meadow, as the sun's light warmed them both, and a gentle breeze blew. In the background, other pilgrims from the fleet could be seen, mingling with Colonial officers, and showing them various vegetables that grew on Emilon.

Eliza had offered to give Standish a tour of the surface... to explain to him her beliefs and way of life. As the two walked along, holding hands, he looked at her fiery red hair, and silently marveled at how the tips of each strand was glinted with pure golden light, as the sunlight touched it.

She was telling him how her people held views that promoted a low-tech way of life... more emphasis on self-reliance, and hard work, than reliance on modern technology to do the work of men. But as the agricultural equipment on Emilon began to grow more and more advanced, there was less work to do, and the views of the pilgrims became less and less popular, until, finally, they decided to leave, and embark on a pilgrimage back to their original home... Kobol.

The two paused, and she turned to him, and smiled, as a breeze blew a few strands of her hair in front of her eyes. He smiled back, and brushed the hair away, looking into her eyes. He felt like he was looking into the depths of her being. He did not know what about her it was... but she made him feel like no woman ever had.

A few meters away, D'anna and Cavil were walking on a very low grassy hill, and D'anna paused, and stared at the Commander and Eliza. Her expression was a mix of detached curiosity, and mounting jealousy, as if this other woman were in some way a challenge to her. Cavil saw this, and regarded D'anna, studying her look.

"What is it?" he asked her.

"Nothing." D'anna answered, still staring.

Finally, Cavil began to understand, and nodded, as he replied.

"Ahh... I see... you're getting jealous!" he said, causing D'anna to turn to him, an annoyed look on her face.

"I am not... that's crazy." she retorted.

"Is it?" Cavil shot back. "That should be you, with the Commander. You have an opportunity... get close to the Commander, and you'll be close to all the intelligence we'll need. You should make a move. And I would suggest quickly... before that little fox digs into him." he added, as D'anna shot him a mad look, as he just smiled.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Wander My Friends" (EP. 002)

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The Battlestar kept orbit over Emilon, along with the fleet, as numerous Raptors and Colonial shuttles began to return to Urantia's flight pods, from the planet below.

Alongside Urantia, the transport ship Sepia Moon kept pace, as the rest of the fleet from Emilon hung back some distance.

CIC

Commander Standish regarded the DRADIS display, as he looked to D'anna, taking his glasses off for a moment.

"That should be everyone from the surface teams... the pilgrims are back on their ships, and our food stores are full... as are the water stores. I think we're ready to leave." he said, softly, putting his glasses back on, as D'anna took it from there, turning to the Officer of the Watch.

"Mister Hindri... start the countdown for FTL jump!" she called out, as she picked up the handset on her side of the table, to signal the fleet to spool up their FTL drives.

As she spoke to the fleet, Standish was distracted by the face of someone looking at him, from outside the window of the door to CIC... he looked up at the face, and it smiled back at him. It was Eliza... she waved to him, from the other side of the door, and he casually made his way to her, as now D'anna saw what was going on, and looked after him.

Standish stepped outside of CIC, to speak with her, and the door closed behind him, as he turned to her.

"Hey, there... what are you doing here? Nobody told me you were on the ship." he said, smiling.

"I wanted to surprise you." she answered.

"I'm surprised." he said.

"I wanted to ask you something." she began. "Since you listened to me tell you about our doctrines, and saw our town on the surface, I was wondering if you would want to join me tomorrow afternoon, to hear our pilgrim leader speak? Once a month, he calls all of us to attend a meeting, where he speaks of the state of our fleet,and our journey, and leads us in worship." she added.

Standish was about to say that he was not religious, but stopped himself... he liked this woman too much to blow her off, when she was asking for his company. Plus, she was looking at him with such "pretty please" eyes... he could tell she really wanted to share this with him. What the hell... if anything, this event could give him insight into the state of the pilgrim fleet, and he would be able to gauge his impressions of the man who was leading the whole endeavor.

"Sure... sounds like it might be fun." he said, offering her a smile. "I'll have to dust off my copy of the Book of the Word." he added.

"Great!" she said, her smile big, and her expression full of light. "Come to the Prophet Star tomorrow at noon... I'll be there to meet you." she said.

In CIC, D'anna watched through the door's window, as the Commander and Eliza appeared to exchange a quick embrace, before separating. A second later, the Commander turned around, and opened the door again, stepping back into CIC.

As he made his way to the command table, D'anna lowered her head, not wanting to appear obvious.

"Sorry... I had to step out for a moment." he explained.

"I saw." she began. "Plans for tonight?" she asked, still facing the charts on the table.

"Tomorrow... afternoon." Standish said, softly.

"So what are you doing tonight?" D'anna replied, now turning to face him, as she looked him in the eyes.

"Relaxing in my cabin, with a book and a glass of ambrosia." he said. "Why?"

"No reason... just curious." she said, as she returned to her work, as Standish looked after her.

TO BE CONTINUED...