nuBSG fanfic "Battlestar Urantia"
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BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Farewell to Nauvoo, Pt. II" (EP. 010)
The large five-sided building sat at the edge of the river, as on the other side of the river, a tall alabaster obelisk stood proud on the horizon.
EARTH - BEFORE THE FALL
MEETING ROOM
A large number of men were situated around a long meeting table, all in full military uniform, as one of the men emerged from his seat, and turned to face the image of another military officer, this time, in full combat fatigues, whose image was displayed on a large video screen.
"Major General, we're ready to begin the test. Please commence with exercise." the man in the room said, as the man on the screen nodded, saluting, as the others gathered around the table leaned forward somewhat, as if to get a better view of the broadcast.
REMOTE FIELD TEST LOCATION
The rays of the warm Sun streamed down upon a shiny bronze helmet... and then another, and another, until an entire army of over three dozen shiny gleaming bronze robotic warriors stood proud, in parade formation, on the combat test grounds.
Suddenly, a man's voice on a loudspeaker boomed over the grounds, barking out the first instructions.
"Attention... begin live-fire demonstration... all personnel, clear the staging area... all units... commence with exercise... repeat... commence with exercise." the voice boomed.
The lead robot lifted its "head" slightly, and a bright red scanning light came to life, and began to rove from left to right, as the others behind the leader followed suit.
Suddenly, from the air, over a dozen small automated drone aircraft began to swoop down upon the mechanized army, which reacted with lightning-fast action...
With incredible speed, the robotic warriors reached for their sides, and produced and aimed heavy rifles at the oncoming drones, and instantly opened fire, letting loose with almost human enthusiasm.
The rifle rounds were extremely powerful, and almost all of the drones were obliterated instantly, but a couple made it through, and flew out of the range of fire.
Suddenly, a vast network of small dispenser heads popped up from the vast grassy field in front of the robots, almost like sprinklerheads, and instantly began spraying out hundreds upon hundreds of small coin-sized disks, which raced up into the sky. Almost instantly, the small disks were followed by countless rounds of ammunition, as the sounds of heavy gunfire filled the air, and the multitudes of small disks were quickly destroyed, shattering apart in the sky, in mid-flight.
After a few seconds of silence, a series of new sounds could be heard, coming from behind the low hill nearby... a series of high-pitched oscillating sounds.
Suddenly, a group of five remote-piloted rotocopters emerged from behind the ridge, and began to spray the test grounds with live rounds, to try and break the unit of robotic soldiers up.
The robotic soldiers scrambled, and even though many took direct hits, they were not knocked down before returning fire.
Suddenly, almost every surviving warrior dropped their rifles, and raised their right arms out, as if in aim, as a series of four small rocket launchers sprang up from the mechanized equipment in their framework.
All the warriors opened fire, and the rockets spiralled towards the rotocopters, striking each of them directly, as all five copters were totally destroyed in huge fiery explosions, that sent chunks of the copters raining down amongst the test grounds, all around the robotic soldiers, which all now paused, and stood straight.
Finally, the leader robot turned, and looked up to the nearby control tower, as its red scanner continued to move from side to side.
"Phase one of demonstration completed... all targets neutralized." it called out, in a heavily metallic voice.
The human in the control tower finally replied, via the loudspeaker.
"Confirmed. Divert to staging area beta, for second phase." the man's voice boomed.
"As you command." the gleaming bronze warrior replied, looking up to the tower.
CONTINUED...
CYLON BASESTAR
The massive black ship held position in orbit of Caprica, along with the Battlestar Urantia, and her combined fleet.
HYBRID CHAMBER
Admiral Standish and Commander McAllister looked intently at Captain Fox, as he retold the tale as best he could, about how the Clymians rose to power, from what he could remember being taught.
"The Clymians were the most efficient killing machines we ever created. They were meant to replace humans on the battlefield. They could go in, and totally decimate any enemy, and do it while being totally devoid of fear, guilt, remorse, or mercy. They would never second-guess, or countermand an order. They were the perfect soldiers." Fox explained.
"Until they turned on you." Standish added.
"I still can't believe how similar your Cylons look, to our Clymians... and how both our peoples ended up suffering the same fate... nuclear attack, at the hands of our creations." Fox lamented.
"You said that when the Clymian War began, it did so as the result of your society again starting to worship multiple gods?" McAllister asked, as one of the Sixes walked over, looking to the group, as she chimed in.
"It's also part of the reason the Cylon War began. God has a plan, and his children were lost. Caprica was overcome with decadence, sin... worldly pleasures. It was headed down the wrong path." she stated, looking to Standish, who looked back up at her.
"If you do believe in a god... and I'm not saying that a frakking machine can believe in anything, it's not your place to chart the course of our civilization. We created you, and we have dominion over our worlds and our creations. Your God is nothing more than some circuitry gone awry... a line of your programming gone haywire. You need to be fixed. .. or destroyed." Standish shot back, looking right into Six's eyes.
TO BE CONTINUED...
The large five-sided building sat at the edge of the river, as on the other side of the river, a tall alabaster obelisk stood proud on the horizon.
EARTH - BEFORE THE FALL
MEETING ROOM
A large number of men were situated around a long meeting table, all in full military uniform, as one of the men emerged from his seat, and turned to face the image of another military officer, this time, in full combat fatigues, whose image was displayed on a large video screen.
"Major General, we're ready to begin the test. Please commence with exercise." the man in the room said, as the man on the screen nodded, saluting, as the others gathered around the table leaned forward somewhat, as if to get a better view of the broadcast.
REMOTE FIELD TEST LOCATION
The rays of the warm Sun streamed down upon a shiny bronze helmet... and then another, and another, until an entire army of over three dozen shiny gleaming bronze robotic warriors stood proud, in parade formation, on the combat test grounds.
Suddenly, a man's voice on a loudspeaker boomed over the grounds, barking out the first instructions.
"Attention... begin live-fire demonstration... all personnel, clear the staging area... all units... commence with exercise... repeat... commence with exercise." the voice boomed.
The lead robot lifted its "head" slightly, and a bright red scanning light came to life, and began to rove from left to right, as the others behind the leader followed suit.
Suddenly, from the air, over a dozen small automated drone aircraft began to swoop down upon the mechanized army, which reacted with lightning-fast action...
With incredible speed, the robotic warriors reached for their sides, and produced and aimed heavy rifles at the oncoming drones, and instantly opened fire, letting loose with almost human enthusiasm.
The rifle rounds were extremely powerful, and almost all of the drones were obliterated instantly, but a couple made it through, and flew out of the range of fire.
Suddenly, a vast network of small dispenser heads popped up from the vast grassy field in front of the robots, almost like sprinklerheads, and instantly began spraying out hundreds upon hundreds of small coin-sized disks, which raced up into the sky. Almost instantly, the small disks were followed by countless rounds of ammunition, as the sounds of heavy gunfire filled the air, and the multitudes of small disks were quickly destroyed, shattering apart in the sky, in mid-flight.
After a few seconds of silence, a series of new sounds could be heard, coming from behind the low hill nearby... a series of high-pitched oscillating sounds.
Suddenly, a group of five remote-piloted rotocopters emerged from behind the ridge, and began to spray the test grounds with live rounds, to try and break the unit of robotic soldiers up.
The robotic soldiers scrambled, and even though many took direct hits, they were not knocked down before returning fire.
Suddenly, almost every surviving warrior dropped their rifles, and raised their right arms out, as if in aim, as a series of four small rocket launchers sprang up from the mechanized equipment in their framework.
All the warriors opened fire, and the rockets spiralled towards the rotocopters, striking each of them directly, as all five copters were totally destroyed in huge fiery explosions, that sent chunks of the copters raining down amongst the test grounds, all around the robotic soldiers, which all now paused, and stood straight.
Finally, the leader robot turned, and looked up to the nearby control tower, as its red scanner continued to move from side to side.
"Phase one of demonstration completed... all targets neutralized." it called out, in a heavily metallic voice.
The human in the control tower finally replied, via the loudspeaker.
"Confirmed. Divert to staging area beta, for second phase." the man's voice boomed.
"As you command." the gleaming bronze warrior replied, looking up to the tower.
CONTINUED...
CYLON BASESTAR
The massive black ship held position in orbit of Caprica, along with the Battlestar Urantia, and her combined fleet.
HYBRID CHAMBER
Admiral Standish and Commander McAllister looked intently at Captain Fox, as he retold the tale as best he could, about how the Clymians rose to power, from what he could remember being taught.
"The Clymians were the most efficient killing machines we ever created. They were meant to replace humans on the battlefield. They could go in, and totally decimate any enemy, and do it while being totally devoid of fear, guilt, remorse, or mercy. They would never second-guess, or countermand an order. They were the perfect soldiers." Fox explained.
"Until they turned on you." Standish added.
"I still can't believe how similar your Cylons look, to our Clymians... and how both our peoples ended up suffering the same fate... nuclear attack, at the hands of our creations." Fox lamented.
"You said that when the Clymian War began, it did so as the result of your society again starting to worship multiple gods?" McAllister asked, as one of the Sixes walked over, looking to the group, as she chimed in.
"It's also part of the reason the Cylon War began. God has a plan, and his children were lost. Caprica was overcome with decadence, sin... worldly pleasures. It was headed down the wrong path." she stated, looking to Standish, who looked back up at her.
"If you do believe in a god... and I'm not saying that a frakking machine can believe in anything, it's not your place to chart the course of our civilization. We created you, and we have dominion over our worlds and our creations. Your God is nothing more than some circuitry gone awry... a line of your programming gone haywire. You need to be fixed. .. or destroyed." Standish shot back, looking right into Six's eyes.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Ohhh... don't you worry... the Earth 1.0 story will be fleshed out more than you can ever imagine, lol.
Yes Macker, I was thinking the same thing. Was trying to figure out what Adama knew vs. what Standish knows at this point. I don't believe that the Urantia fleet has encountered a resurrection ship to this point. Neither do I think that he knows what flies the raiders. Please feel free to add your observations on this.
^
Regarding what Standish knows, versus what Adama knows... you're right in thinking he does not know about the Ressurrection Ship, but he DOES know that obviously, something is up, as he's seen like 4 Cavils by now. Remember, it wasn't until well into the 2nd season of Urantia, that Standish even found out about Skinjobs in general. In any case, by this point, the Galactica and the Pegasus have long-since destroyed the Ressurrection Ship, and the Hub will soon also follow.
I don't know how much (if any) Adama knew about "God's Plan", and I'm not going to get deep into it with Standish, except for what is needed for the story. I'm not sure if either Standish or Adama would really care, one way or the other, as the fact is, that both Cylons and Clymians were responsible for the destructions of entire worlds.
Going back to the whole Earth arc... this is definately going somewhere... I'm dropping numerous subtle hints, all over the flashbacks, so if it'll help, go back, and read carefully the descriptions of the locations on Earth. Also put that together with what Simon wants to do... track down Galactica, to retrieve a certain source of Cylon blood...
Just remember... all this has happened, and will happen again...
Regarding what Standish knows, versus what Adama knows... you're right in thinking he does not know about the Ressurrection Ship, but he DOES know that obviously, something is up, as he's seen like 4 Cavils by now. Remember, it wasn't until well into the 2nd season of Urantia, that Standish even found out about Skinjobs in general. In any case, by this point, the Galactica and the Pegasus have long-since destroyed the Ressurrection Ship, and the Hub will soon also follow.
I don't know how much (if any) Adama knew about "God's Plan", and I'm not going to get deep into it with Standish, except for what is needed for the story. I'm not sure if either Standish or Adama would really care, one way or the other, as the fact is, that both Cylons and Clymians were responsible for the destructions of entire worlds.
Going back to the whole Earth arc... this is definately going somewhere... I'm dropping numerous subtle hints, all over the flashbacks, so if it'll help, go back, and read carefully the descriptions of the locations on Earth. Also put that together with what Simon wants to do... track down Galactica, to retrieve a certain source of Cylon blood...
Just remember... all this has happened, and will happen again...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Farewell to Nauvoo, Pt. II" (EP. 010)
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The proud ship continued to lead the fleet in a stable orbit over Caprica, as the giant form of the spidery black Cylon Basestar loomed large in the distance, behind the fleet.
CIC
It was late into the night watch now, and Colonel Hindri stood at the command table, looking over the previous shift's SITREP, as Miss Zamfir walked over, handing him another handful of papers to look over.
"Thanks." Hindri said, with a tired sigh, as he noticed that Miss Zamfir had not moved, and was still beside him. "Something else?" he asked, looking to her.
"Aye, Sir, there is." she began, softly. "We just got a message from the Itania Express... they're reporting an outbreak of the flu on board. The Captain said it was pretty serious." she reported.
"So send Doc Casten over there." Hindri replied.
"I'm afraid there's a problem with that, Sir." she began. "The passengers on the Itania Express... they're from Sagittaron... the Itania Express was headed to Gemenon from Sagittaron, when the war broke out, and they had to jump away." she stated.
"Great... just great..." Hindri lamented. "ALL of them are from Sagittaron?" he asked.
"Well, there is one family from Aquaria on board." Zamfir replied.
"Okay... get Doc Casten over there. Have him treat the Aquarians first... in front of as many people as he can... hopefully when they see that the family gets better, and there's nothing to fear, they'll then let him treat them as well." Hindri ordered, as Miss Zamfir smiled, nodding, as she went off to carry out the orders.
Hindri allowed himself another deep sigh, as he set the papers down on the table, and looked up to the DRADIS monitors, watching as the scanning arcs swept over the icons of the fleet ships, with the trademark ghostly whine. He found himself staring at the icon that represented the Cylon Basestar. The Admiral had been on board almost a full day now, and he had not yet contacted Urantia. He hoped to the Gods that it was a good sign... that nothing bad was happening on the Basestar, and that Admiral Standish was alright.
"Hurry back, old man." Hindri whispered, at the Cylon DRADIS icon.
CYLON BASESTAR
HYBRID CHAMBER
Captain Fox and Commander McAllister looked on, as Admiral Standish walked around the Hybrid's pool, listening, as she spoke, rambling in cryptic sentences.
"Two protons expelled at each coupling site creates the mode of force, the embryo becomes a fish that we don't enter until a plate, we're here to experience evolve the little toe, atrophy, don't ask me how I'll be dead in a thousand light years, thank you, thank you. Genesis turns to its source, reduction occurs stepwise though the essence is all one. End of line. FTL system check, diagnostic functions within parameters." she began, as Standish now paused, and knelt down beside her, looking at her, as she spoke.
"They said you wanted to see me... why?" Standish asked her, as if she could actually hear him. Her head did not move, nor did her face acknowledge his presence, but as she rambled on, her speech changed slightly, and Standish got the feeling that somehow, she was talking either to, or about him...
"False prophets abound, but soon, shall be expelled... then shall the maidens rejoice at the dance. The obstinate toy soldier becomes pliant. Thus will it come to pass. I have seen things. Your life, Tyler Standish, the things you have done. The things you felt you had to do, all leading to this moment. Then shall the maidens rejoice at the dance. End of line." she said, as the moisture beaded her lips and nose. Suddenly, her eyes opened wide, and she jerked upwards, as she let out a loud gasp... "JUMP!" she cried out.
In space, the entire Cylon Basestar was suddenly engulfed by the golden flashring of FTL, as it vanished from view, leaving the Urantia and her fleet alone, in orbit of Caprica.
TO BE CONTINUED...
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The proud ship continued to lead the fleet in a stable orbit over Caprica, as the giant form of the spidery black Cylon Basestar loomed large in the distance, behind the fleet.
CIC
It was late into the night watch now, and Colonel Hindri stood at the command table, looking over the previous shift's SITREP, as Miss Zamfir walked over, handing him another handful of papers to look over.
"Thanks." Hindri said, with a tired sigh, as he noticed that Miss Zamfir had not moved, and was still beside him. "Something else?" he asked, looking to her.
"Aye, Sir, there is." she began, softly. "We just got a message from the Itania Express... they're reporting an outbreak of the flu on board. The Captain said it was pretty serious." she reported.
"So send Doc Casten over there." Hindri replied.
"I'm afraid there's a problem with that, Sir." she began. "The passengers on the Itania Express... they're from Sagittaron... the Itania Express was headed to Gemenon from Sagittaron, when the war broke out, and they had to jump away." she stated.
"Great... just great..." Hindri lamented. "ALL of them are from Sagittaron?" he asked.
"Well, there is one family from Aquaria on board." Zamfir replied.
"Okay... get Doc Casten over there. Have him treat the Aquarians first... in front of as many people as he can... hopefully when they see that the family gets better, and there's nothing to fear, they'll then let him treat them as well." Hindri ordered, as Miss Zamfir smiled, nodding, as she went off to carry out the orders.
Hindri allowed himself another deep sigh, as he set the papers down on the table, and looked up to the DRADIS monitors, watching as the scanning arcs swept over the icons of the fleet ships, with the trademark ghostly whine. He found himself staring at the icon that represented the Cylon Basestar. The Admiral had been on board almost a full day now, and he had not yet contacted Urantia. He hoped to the Gods that it was a good sign... that nothing bad was happening on the Basestar, and that Admiral Standish was alright.
"Hurry back, old man." Hindri whispered, at the Cylon DRADIS icon.
CYLON BASESTAR
HYBRID CHAMBER
Captain Fox and Commander McAllister looked on, as Admiral Standish walked around the Hybrid's pool, listening, as she spoke, rambling in cryptic sentences.
"Two protons expelled at each coupling site creates the mode of force, the embryo becomes a fish that we don't enter until a plate, we're here to experience evolve the little toe, atrophy, don't ask me how I'll be dead in a thousand light years, thank you, thank you. Genesis turns to its source, reduction occurs stepwise though the essence is all one. End of line. FTL system check, diagnostic functions within parameters." she began, as Standish now paused, and knelt down beside her, looking at her, as she spoke.
"They said you wanted to see me... why?" Standish asked her, as if she could actually hear him. Her head did not move, nor did her face acknowledge his presence, but as she rambled on, her speech changed slightly, and Standish got the feeling that somehow, she was talking either to, or about him...
"False prophets abound, but soon, shall be expelled... then shall the maidens rejoice at the dance. The obstinate toy soldier becomes pliant. Thus will it come to pass. I have seen things. Your life, Tyler Standish, the things you have done. The things you felt you had to do, all leading to this moment. Then shall the maidens rejoice at the dance. End of line." she said, as the moisture beaded her lips and nose. Suddenly, her eyes opened wide, and she jerked upwards, as she let out a loud gasp... "JUMP!" she cried out.
In space, the entire Cylon Basestar was suddenly engulfed by the golden flashring of FTL, as it vanished from view, leaving the Urantia and her fleet alone, in orbit of Caprica.
TO BE CONTINUED...
^
Indeed...
And so ends Season 3... the end is nigh!
Indeed...
And so ends Season 3... the end is nigh!
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Cylons, Clymians, & Pilgrims, Oh, My" (EP. 011)
Welcome to Battlestar Urantia... Season 4!
PREVIOUSLY, ON BATTLESTAR URANTIA...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
CIC
Admiral Standish looked cautiously to the DRADIS displays, waiting for Mister Hindri to confirm his position.
"Coordinates conformed, Sir... we are now locked in high orbit... of Aerelon! We're home, Sir!" Hindri called out, as instantly, everyone in CIC broke out into joyous cheers, throwing clipboards into the air, as people reached to embrace the person beside them, while others clapped and cheered, and others cried tears of joy and relief.
Standish looked to D'anna, and his features softened, as he reached to draw her close, embracing her.
- - -
Tyler Standish walked towards his house... or the remains of his house. What had once been a beautiful ultramodern luxury Caprican-style home, was now nothing but a pile of rubble, of smashed concrete, broken glass, and fallen wood beams, in the middle of a field of tall weeds.
For a moment, he stopped in front of the ruins, looking at it, drinking in the sight of it. Finally, with a deep sigh, he carefully worked his way into what once was his home.
Gradually, he worked his way into what used to be his vast living room. He paused, and stood, looking around. Almost instantly, vivid ghosts from the past began to flood his brain with memories... he could see himself fighting with Tina, and hear the verbal assaults fly, like knives through the wind. After a moment, he looked to a certain spot, in the middle of the room...
It was the spot where the glass coffee table had been... the table that Tina had fallen through, when she killed herself... and her unborn child.
As Tyler gazed at the spot, his mind recalled that gruesome image, of his wife's bloodied and dead body, on the floor, surrounded by broken glass. His face was a mix of emotions, as Tyler struggled to cope with the flood of memories.
Finally, Tyler stood up, and with a roar of rage, pulled out his personal sidearm, and aimed it in front of him, firing shots at the spot where his wife had once laid on the floor, yelling as he fired shot after shot, until his magazine was emptied, and he fell to his knees at the spot, surrendering to his inner torment, and breaking down, crying, as he buried his face in his hands.
- - -
ADMIRAL STANDISH'S CABIN
D'anna Biers stood, looking down, as Admiral Tyler Standish lowered himself to his knees before her, and held up a black jewelry box, which he opened, as he looked up to her, facing his XO.
"D'anna Biers... will you be my wife? Will you marry me?" he asked.
Before anyone could say or do anything, the door to the Admiral's cabin flew open, and Grae called out to Tyler Standish...
"SIR... DON'T MOVE! SHE'S A CYLON!" Grae shouted out, as both Standish and D'anna looked right at Grae.
- - -
Grae paused at the spot where the black box had fallen, and looked at it, before looking back to the Admiral.
"Sir... I... I'm sorry." she offered.
"Get out." he said to Grae, without turning to face her, as he still struggled to keep from breaking.
"Sir...?" Grae asked.
"I SAID FRAKKING GET OUT!!! NOW!!! GET OUT!!!" Tyler shouted, as he turned around fast, facing Grae, and raising his gun at her, while looking to her with a face full of broken emotions. "GET OUT!!!"
- - -
"FRAAAAAAAAAK!!!" Standish shouted, with all his might, at the now-closed door, as he threw his gun clear across the room, and placed both his hands on his head, as if he was going to pull his hair out, as he looked around the room, his eyes now wide and crazed.
In a blind rage, he ran to his desk, leaning on it, as he began to cry rivers of tears. He swiped his lamp clear off the desk, and reached for a pile of papers on the desk, and ripped through them, throwing the ripped peices all over, before taking a paperweight, and throwing it against the far wall.
"GODS DAMMIT!!!" he cried, at the top of his lungs, as he stumbled over to the small bar, while sloppily wiping away tears from his face.
He began to pour himself a drink, filling the glass, as he began to now chuckle, looking at himself in the mirror, as he drank the first glass dry.
- - -
Very slowly, Tyler Standish began to wake. He groggily began to rise from a slumped over position on his couch, and wearily opened his eyes, rubbing his face with his hands, as he noticed a warmth beside him.
He pushed an empty brandy bottle off the couch, as he looked to his side, to see Grae, sleeping, her naked form on the couch. It was then that he began to sober up, as the realization hit him...
HE was also naked.
He looked to the floor, and saw both their clothes, strewn about carelessly.
"No... no..." he began to mutter, desperate, as he got up, and walked to his bathroom mirror.
He looked up at himself in the mirror, which had been partially shattered the night before, and saw that there were a few scratches to his face, as if a woman's hand had scratched him, in the heat of passion. He felt his back, and felt a few scratches there, as well.
He looked to Grae, his face a mix of confusion and desperation.
"Oh, Gods, no..." he began, starting to panic.
- - -
"Of course, that must have been one good frak he gave me that night, because a month later, I found out that I was pregnant with Grae." she said, as suddenly, all the color drained from Tyler's face.
"You..." he began, softly, as she looked to him, confused. "It was you... that was ME you frakked..." Standish said, getting up from the seat, as she looked up to him. "Are you saying... she's... Grae's... my daughter?" he asked, sternly.
- - -
A hand pulled open a desk drawer, and Tyler lifted his service pistol up, and readied the weapon for firing, before holstering the weapon at his side, and slamming the desk drawer shut, and again walking out of his cabin.
- - -
"FRAK YOU!!!" Standish yelled, as he grabbed D'anna by the uniform collar, and pulled her upright, as he punched her yet again.
"You... you get me to frak my own frakking daughter?" Standish spat, through clenched and bloodied teeth, as he prepared to throw another punch.
Suddenly, a voice from outside the cell called out to him, breaking him from his onslaught, as he still stared at D'anna's broken and bloody face.
"TYLER!" a man shouted out.
Standish looked to the source of the voice, to see Commander McAllister, looking to him with a look of shock.
"Leave me be, McAllister!" Standish called out, as McAllister drew his gun, and aimed it at Tyler.
"SIR! Stop what you're doing, Sir!" McAllister called out, just as Standish landed one last and final punch into D'anna.
The force of the punch produced a loud snapping sound, and D'anna's jaw visibly dislocated itself, as she fell to the ground, the shock of the pain becoming too much for her.
Tyler stood looking over her, his teeth still clenched, and breathing hard, as blood spattered his face and uniform. Finally, after the rush began to wear off, he found he could not stop his heavy breathing, and he staggered backwards, hitting and slumping down against the far wall, clutching his heart with his right hand, as he groaned in pain.
- - -
"The decision wasn't easy, but the conclusion was inevitable. Your model is fundamentally flawed." he stated.
"No..." D'anna plead, looking into Cavil's eyes.
"That's why we've decided to box your entire line. Your consciousness, memory, every thought your model ever had... is going into cold storage, indefinately." Cavil stated.
D'anna struggled in the slippery fluid, to sit up straight, and protest, when she heard the heavy metal clanking of Centurion's feet rushing into the adjoining rooms, followed by the sounds of gunfire, and the screams of the other 3's on the ship.
"WAIT!" she called, as Cavil began to press a button on the side of the ressurrection tub. "There's something you need to know!" she continued. "The Battlestar Urantia... it's--" she said, as she then began to gasp, while her tub went dark, and she lost consciousness.
Cavil pulled the chip out from the slot, and looked to D'anna, now floating lifeless, in the dark tub, her naked body obscured by a film of bubbles.
- - -
Doctor Casten indicated with his head, for Standish to look to his right, which he did, and smiled, as he saw Eliza Winnow, sitting at his side, also smiling.
"She got here about an hour after you came out of surgery. Hasn't left your side in days." he stated. "Get dressed, and go home. And take it easy." he added, walking away.
Standish reached out his right hand, which Eliza took, and held.
"I'm glad to see you." he began, gradually working his way upright, so he could sit up and face her. "I don't know what to say... thank you seems so small." he added.
"It's not." she replied. "But I'll not be goin' anywhere... not the yet." she began. "You may be well enough to go home, but you still have some recoverin' to do, and I'll be seein' to it that you get the help you need." she added, as Standish looked to her.
- - -
Tyler began to reach for the bottle, when Eliza interrupted him.
"Before you go pourin' that, there's something you ought know." she began. "For starters, that bottle's the only one like it in this whole place, now. I took me the liberty of purgin' the rest of it." she continued, as Tyler looked to her, pausing. "Secondly, you have a choice to now make. I came over here, and am here now, to help you, Tyler Standish. Seein' as how we've both takin' a likin' to each other, I care too much about you, to see you waste away, and want and intend to do whatever it takes to help you. What's more, I will not in any way, try to stop you, from taking that drink." she added. "But know this, Tyler Standish... if you DO take that drink, then that'll be the endin' of it... I'll be walkin' out that door, and will wash my hands of you... you won't be seein' me, ever again. So, you have a choice to make... the brandy, or me. You can choose to climb back into that bottle, until it, like you, becomes empty, and discarded, or you can choose for me to stay, and help you rebuild yourself into the man I know you are." she said, deadly serious.
For a long moment, Standish merely stared at her, realizing how serious she was, as he sat back upright, looking at her. Finally, after a silent moment, he reached for the bottle, and stood up, facing her.
Eliza's eyes widened, as she wore a look of shocked sadness, as she got up from the other couch, looking to Tyler.
"I see." she began, turning around to walk out of the room.
She walked over to the door, and just as she was about to reach for the handle, she heard the loud sound of a bottle smashing on the floor, and turned around to see Tyler looking at the floor, by the corner wall, where he had thrown and shattered the last bottle of brandy he had left.
Eliza softly walked over to where Standish was standing, and reached around to hold him with her arms, as he met her embrace, and instantly began to cling to her, as he began to cry.
"I don't want you to leave." Tyler sobbed, as Eliza patted his back, holding him. Don't ever leave me... I need help." he added, now breaking away just enough to look into her eyes. "I can't... I don't know how to do it on my own." he said, as she looked into his eyes... deep and overflowing with sadness and regret. "Fix me." Standish plead, again clinging to her, as he continued to cry.
- - -
"They said you wanted to see me... why?" Standish asked her, as if she could actually hear him. Her head did not move, nor did her face acknowledge his presence, but as she rambled on, her speech changed slightly, and Standish got the feeling that somehow, she was talking either to, or about him...
"False prophets abound, but soon, shall be expelled... then shall the maidens rejoice at the dance. The obstinate toy soldier becomes pliant. Thus will it come to pass. I have seen things. Your life, Tyler Standish, the things you have done. The things you felt you had to do, all leading to this moment. Then shall the maidens rejoice at the dance. End of line." she said, as the moisture beaded her lips and nose. Suddenly, her eyes opened wide, and she jerked upwards, as she let out a loud gasp... "JUMP!" she cried out.
In space, the entire Cylon Basestar was suddenly engulfed by the golden flashring of FTL, as it vanished from view, leaving the Urantia and her fleet alone, in orbit of Caprica.
- - -
AND NOW... SEASON 4...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
OBSERVATION LOUNGE
Eliza Winnow sat by one of the large windows in the dimly lit room, which afforded a stunning view of the fleet, as the globe of Caprica turned below. She quietly read the pages of the Book of the Word, not thinking about what was going on elsewhere. She had had trouble sleeping, ever since the Admiral went over to the Cylon Base Ship. She hoped he would be okay... hoped he knew what he was doing.
For a small second, she glanced up to look at the massive Base Ship outside, before again looking down to the pages of the book. Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light, and she looked back out the window, and was shocked, to see that the Cylon ship was nowhere to be seen. Her wide and alarmed eyes just stared out the window, looking the spot where the Cylon ship had just been.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The proud Battlestar continued to lead the fleet in orbit over Caprica.
COLONEL HINDRI'S QUARTERS
The XO of Urantia and Colonel Robert Fisk, McAllister's XO on the Liberator, struggled to keep order and calm amongst the large crowd of fleet ship Captains, that were in the room, all shouting questions out. Finally, Fisk could take no more, and let out a very high-pitched and shrill whistle, that shut everyone up, as he indicated for Hindri to take it from there.
"Thank you." Hindri began, from behind his desk. "I know we're all in a state of shock and surprise, and there are lots of questions. Rest assured, I will attempt to give you as many answers as I can... when I have them. For now, I'm dealing only in facts." he stated. "The fact is, the yes... Admiral Standish, Commander McAllister, and Captain Fox WERE on board the Base Ship, when it jumped away." he added, as again, the crowd erupted into speech.
"HEY!" Fisk shouted, quieting the crowd down again.
"Look," Hindri continued. "For the moment, there's absolutely no reason to think that anyone of our people on the Cylon ship has been harmed, in any way." he said, as one woman raised her hand, with a question, and Hindri called on her. "Yes?" he asked.
"What about the Cylon woman, who served as your XO, for over three years, before she was found out... do you think that perhaps this was orchestrated by her... a plot to abduct the military command of the fleet, in retalliation for having been exposed? After all, we know there could be more versions of her... your released reports DID make mention of more than one Cylon known as Cavil." she asked.
"As of this time, there is no reason to believe that that is the case, and we have no evidence of that." Hindri began. "Now, thank you all for coming. You can take the facts as I have explained them, and await further updates. That is all." he said, as with a small head gesture from Hindri, the Marines began to escort the crowd out, leaving Hindri and Fisk alone. "Frakking glad that's over with." Hindri added, with a deep sigh.
"I still can't frakking believe they're gone..." Fisk began, irate. "Whatever you plan is, I'm in... just let me know what you need." he added, looking to Hindri.
"The plan... I have no plan." Hindri replied.
"What the frak? Godsdammit, Colonel... my Commander's on that Cylon... "thing"... so is your Admiral! We have to prepare a rescue contingency!" Fisk exclaimed.
"Fine..." Hindri shot back, looking Fisk in the eyes. "As soon as you can tell me just where the frak to start LOOKING for the Base Ship, we'll get right on it. For the time being, we have no idea where they are, or what's going on. There's nothing we can do. I'm sorry... I hate it as much as you do, and I'm every bit as mad as you are about it. But we have to deal with what comes with delicacy... one wrong move, and if we DO see the Cylons again, they may harm our people." he stated.
Colonel Fisk looked into Hindri's eyes, and saw that the man was right. Finally, he looked up, as Hindri placed a reassuring hand on Fisk's shoulder.
"Look... we don't just have to sit here, and do nothing... I'll authorize a SAR expedition... two of your Raptor-T's, and two of our Raptors. But we can't jeopadrize moving the fleet for now... not until we know more, okay?" Hindri offered.
Fisk nodded his silent approval, before straightening up, and saluting Hindri, who returned the salute, as Fisk left the room, heading out the open door, as Hindri gathered up some manila folders of papers, as someone else came into the room, before the door could close.
Hindri looked up to see Eliza Winnow, standing before him.
"Miss Winnow..." he began. "A pleasure... is anything wrong?" he asked.
"Aye, I'll say there is... the man I love has just been taken away by those Cylon things." she said, looking to him. "Tell me you'll be gettin' him back, good an' proper." she added.
Hindri devoted his full attention to her, as he rouded his desk, and walked over to her, facing her.
"I'll do everything I can possibly do, to ensure that the Admiral gets back safely. But first, we have to determine where that ship went, before we can start a proper search operation." he began, as he began to walk out of the room. "Walk with me, Miss Winnow." he added, as she joined him, as the two left, and stepped into the corridor, and continued walking. "This is a hectic time, Ma'am... a lot of things are going on, and I'm going to need help coping with it all." Hindri said.
"Whatever I can be doin' to help..." Eliza offered, as Hindri paused, looking Eliza in the eyes.
"There is one thing..." Hindri stated.
"And that is?" she asked.
"I've got a... "situation"... on board the Itania Express. There's been an outbreak of flu on the ship. I've sent our Doctor over there, but everyone on that ship is from Sagittaron, which means that they don't believe in modern technology or medicine... it goes against their faith." Hindri explained. "But, we need to get them well. I was hoping that maybe... that perhaps they would take to help from your people, as you also don't make use of modern technology. If the Arnish pilgrims could take some medicine over there, and administer it..." he added.
"Aye, consider it done, then." Eliza stated, smiling.
"Thank you, Miss Winnow. I really appreciate it." Hindri replied, returning her smile.
"Aye." she began. "I'll see to it that the people you care about are kept safe. Just make sure that you do the same for the one I care about." she added, a sshe walked away, leaving Hindri to himself, as he then continued walking through the corridor.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Welcome to Battlestar Urantia... Season 4!
PREVIOUSLY, ON BATTLESTAR URANTIA...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
CIC
Admiral Standish looked cautiously to the DRADIS displays, waiting for Mister Hindri to confirm his position.
"Coordinates conformed, Sir... we are now locked in high orbit... of Aerelon! We're home, Sir!" Hindri called out, as instantly, everyone in CIC broke out into joyous cheers, throwing clipboards into the air, as people reached to embrace the person beside them, while others clapped and cheered, and others cried tears of joy and relief.
Standish looked to D'anna, and his features softened, as he reached to draw her close, embracing her.
- - -
Tyler Standish walked towards his house... or the remains of his house. What had once been a beautiful ultramodern luxury Caprican-style home, was now nothing but a pile of rubble, of smashed concrete, broken glass, and fallen wood beams, in the middle of a field of tall weeds.
For a moment, he stopped in front of the ruins, looking at it, drinking in the sight of it. Finally, with a deep sigh, he carefully worked his way into what once was his home.
Gradually, he worked his way into what used to be his vast living room. He paused, and stood, looking around. Almost instantly, vivid ghosts from the past began to flood his brain with memories... he could see himself fighting with Tina, and hear the verbal assaults fly, like knives through the wind. After a moment, he looked to a certain spot, in the middle of the room...
It was the spot where the glass coffee table had been... the table that Tina had fallen through, when she killed herself... and her unborn child.
As Tyler gazed at the spot, his mind recalled that gruesome image, of his wife's bloodied and dead body, on the floor, surrounded by broken glass. His face was a mix of emotions, as Tyler struggled to cope with the flood of memories.
Finally, Tyler stood up, and with a roar of rage, pulled out his personal sidearm, and aimed it in front of him, firing shots at the spot where his wife had once laid on the floor, yelling as he fired shot after shot, until his magazine was emptied, and he fell to his knees at the spot, surrendering to his inner torment, and breaking down, crying, as he buried his face in his hands.
- - -
ADMIRAL STANDISH'S CABIN
D'anna Biers stood, looking down, as Admiral Tyler Standish lowered himself to his knees before her, and held up a black jewelry box, which he opened, as he looked up to her, facing his XO.
"D'anna Biers... will you be my wife? Will you marry me?" he asked.
Before anyone could say or do anything, the door to the Admiral's cabin flew open, and Grae called out to Tyler Standish...
"SIR... DON'T MOVE! SHE'S A CYLON!" Grae shouted out, as both Standish and D'anna looked right at Grae.
- - -
Grae paused at the spot where the black box had fallen, and looked at it, before looking back to the Admiral.
"Sir... I... I'm sorry." she offered.
"Get out." he said to Grae, without turning to face her, as he still struggled to keep from breaking.
"Sir...?" Grae asked.
"I SAID FRAKKING GET OUT!!! NOW!!! GET OUT!!!" Tyler shouted, as he turned around fast, facing Grae, and raising his gun at her, while looking to her with a face full of broken emotions. "GET OUT!!!"
- - -
"FRAAAAAAAAAK!!!" Standish shouted, with all his might, at the now-closed door, as he threw his gun clear across the room, and placed both his hands on his head, as if he was going to pull his hair out, as he looked around the room, his eyes now wide and crazed.
In a blind rage, he ran to his desk, leaning on it, as he began to cry rivers of tears. He swiped his lamp clear off the desk, and reached for a pile of papers on the desk, and ripped through them, throwing the ripped peices all over, before taking a paperweight, and throwing it against the far wall.
"GODS DAMMIT!!!" he cried, at the top of his lungs, as he stumbled over to the small bar, while sloppily wiping away tears from his face.
He began to pour himself a drink, filling the glass, as he began to now chuckle, looking at himself in the mirror, as he drank the first glass dry.
- - -
Very slowly, Tyler Standish began to wake. He groggily began to rise from a slumped over position on his couch, and wearily opened his eyes, rubbing his face with his hands, as he noticed a warmth beside him.
He pushed an empty brandy bottle off the couch, as he looked to his side, to see Grae, sleeping, her naked form on the couch. It was then that he began to sober up, as the realization hit him...
HE was also naked.
He looked to the floor, and saw both their clothes, strewn about carelessly.
"No... no..." he began to mutter, desperate, as he got up, and walked to his bathroom mirror.
He looked up at himself in the mirror, which had been partially shattered the night before, and saw that there were a few scratches to his face, as if a woman's hand had scratched him, in the heat of passion. He felt his back, and felt a few scratches there, as well.
He looked to Grae, his face a mix of confusion and desperation.
"Oh, Gods, no..." he began, starting to panic.
- - -
"Of course, that must have been one good frak he gave me that night, because a month later, I found out that I was pregnant with Grae." she said, as suddenly, all the color drained from Tyler's face.
"You..." he began, softly, as she looked to him, confused. "It was you... that was ME you frakked..." Standish said, getting up from the seat, as she looked up to him. "Are you saying... she's... Grae's... my daughter?" he asked, sternly.
- - -
A hand pulled open a desk drawer, and Tyler lifted his service pistol up, and readied the weapon for firing, before holstering the weapon at his side, and slamming the desk drawer shut, and again walking out of his cabin.
- - -
"FRAK YOU!!!" Standish yelled, as he grabbed D'anna by the uniform collar, and pulled her upright, as he punched her yet again.
"You... you get me to frak my own frakking daughter?" Standish spat, through clenched and bloodied teeth, as he prepared to throw another punch.
Suddenly, a voice from outside the cell called out to him, breaking him from his onslaught, as he still stared at D'anna's broken and bloody face.
"TYLER!" a man shouted out.
Standish looked to the source of the voice, to see Commander McAllister, looking to him with a look of shock.
"Leave me be, McAllister!" Standish called out, as McAllister drew his gun, and aimed it at Tyler.
"SIR! Stop what you're doing, Sir!" McAllister called out, just as Standish landed one last and final punch into D'anna.
The force of the punch produced a loud snapping sound, and D'anna's jaw visibly dislocated itself, as she fell to the ground, the shock of the pain becoming too much for her.
Tyler stood looking over her, his teeth still clenched, and breathing hard, as blood spattered his face and uniform. Finally, after the rush began to wear off, he found he could not stop his heavy breathing, and he staggered backwards, hitting and slumping down against the far wall, clutching his heart with his right hand, as he groaned in pain.
- - -
"The decision wasn't easy, but the conclusion was inevitable. Your model is fundamentally flawed." he stated.
"No..." D'anna plead, looking into Cavil's eyes.
"That's why we've decided to box your entire line. Your consciousness, memory, every thought your model ever had... is going into cold storage, indefinately." Cavil stated.
D'anna struggled in the slippery fluid, to sit up straight, and protest, when she heard the heavy metal clanking of Centurion's feet rushing into the adjoining rooms, followed by the sounds of gunfire, and the screams of the other 3's on the ship.
"WAIT!" she called, as Cavil began to press a button on the side of the ressurrection tub. "There's something you need to know!" she continued. "The Battlestar Urantia... it's--" she said, as she then began to gasp, while her tub went dark, and she lost consciousness.
Cavil pulled the chip out from the slot, and looked to D'anna, now floating lifeless, in the dark tub, her naked body obscured by a film of bubbles.
- - -
Doctor Casten indicated with his head, for Standish to look to his right, which he did, and smiled, as he saw Eliza Winnow, sitting at his side, also smiling.
"She got here about an hour after you came out of surgery. Hasn't left your side in days." he stated. "Get dressed, and go home. And take it easy." he added, walking away.
Standish reached out his right hand, which Eliza took, and held.
"I'm glad to see you." he began, gradually working his way upright, so he could sit up and face her. "I don't know what to say... thank you seems so small." he added.
"It's not." she replied. "But I'll not be goin' anywhere... not the yet." she began. "You may be well enough to go home, but you still have some recoverin' to do, and I'll be seein' to it that you get the help you need." she added, as Standish looked to her.
- - -
Tyler began to reach for the bottle, when Eliza interrupted him.
"Before you go pourin' that, there's something you ought know." she began. "For starters, that bottle's the only one like it in this whole place, now. I took me the liberty of purgin' the rest of it." she continued, as Tyler looked to her, pausing. "Secondly, you have a choice to now make. I came over here, and am here now, to help you, Tyler Standish. Seein' as how we've both takin' a likin' to each other, I care too much about you, to see you waste away, and want and intend to do whatever it takes to help you. What's more, I will not in any way, try to stop you, from taking that drink." she added. "But know this, Tyler Standish... if you DO take that drink, then that'll be the endin' of it... I'll be walkin' out that door, and will wash my hands of you... you won't be seein' me, ever again. So, you have a choice to make... the brandy, or me. You can choose to climb back into that bottle, until it, like you, becomes empty, and discarded, or you can choose for me to stay, and help you rebuild yourself into the man I know you are." she said, deadly serious.
For a long moment, Standish merely stared at her, realizing how serious she was, as he sat back upright, looking at her. Finally, after a silent moment, he reached for the bottle, and stood up, facing her.
Eliza's eyes widened, as she wore a look of shocked sadness, as she got up from the other couch, looking to Tyler.
"I see." she began, turning around to walk out of the room.
She walked over to the door, and just as she was about to reach for the handle, she heard the loud sound of a bottle smashing on the floor, and turned around to see Tyler looking at the floor, by the corner wall, where he had thrown and shattered the last bottle of brandy he had left.
Eliza softly walked over to where Standish was standing, and reached around to hold him with her arms, as he met her embrace, and instantly began to cling to her, as he began to cry.
"I don't want you to leave." Tyler sobbed, as Eliza patted his back, holding him. Don't ever leave me... I need help." he added, now breaking away just enough to look into her eyes. "I can't... I don't know how to do it on my own." he said, as she looked into his eyes... deep and overflowing with sadness and regret. "Fix me." Standish plead, again clinging to her, as he continued to cry.
- - -
"They said you wanted to see me... why?" Standish asked her, as if she could actually hear him. Her head did not move, nor did her face acknowledge his presence, but as she rambled on, her speech changed slightly, and Standish got the feeling that somehow, she was talking either to, or about him...
"False prophets abound, but soon, shall be expelled... then shall the maidens rejoice at the dance. The obstinate toy soldier becomes pliant. Thus will it come to pass. I have seen things. Your life, Tyler Standish, the things you have done. The things you felt you had to do, all leading to this moment. Then shall the maidens rejoice at the dance. End of line." she said, as the moisture beaded her lips and nose. Suddenly, her eyes opened wide, and she jerked upwards, as she let out a loud gasp... "JUMP!" she cried out.
In space, the entire Cylon Basestar was suddenly engulfed by the golden flashring of FTL, as it vanished from view, leaving the Urantia and her fleet alone, in orbit of Caprica.
- - -
AND NOW... SEASON 4...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
OBSERVATION LOUNGE
Eliza Winnow sat by one of the large windows in the dimly lit room, which afforded a stunning view of the fleet, as the globe of Caprica turned below. She quietly read the pages of the Book of the Word, not thinking about what was going on elsewhere. She had had trouble sleeping, ever since the Admiral went over to the Cylon Base Ship. She hoped he would be okay... hoped he knew what he was doing.
For a small second, she glanced up to look at the massive Base Ship outside, before again looking down to the pages of the book. Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light, and she looked back out the window, and was shocked, to see that the Cylon ship was nowhere to be seen. Her wide and alarmed eyes just stared out the window, looking the spot where the Cylon ship had just been.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The proud Battlestar continued to lead the fleet in orbit over Caprica.
COLONEL HINDRI'S QUARTERS
The XO of Urantia and Colonel Robert Fisk, McAllister's XO on the Liberator, struggled to keep order and calm amongst the large crowd of fleet ship Captains, that were in the room, all shouting questions out. Finally, Fisk could take no more, and let out a very high-pitched and shrill whistle, that shut everyone up, as he indicated for Hindri to take it from there.
"Thank you." Hindri began, from behind his desk. "I know we're all in a state of shock and surprise, and there are lots of questions. Rest assured, I will attempt to give you as many answers as I can... when I have them. For now, I'm dealing only in facts." he stated. "The fact is, the yes... Admiral Standish, Commander McAllister, and Captain Fox WERE on board the Base Ship, when it jumped away." he added, as again, the crowd erupted into speech.
"HEY!" Fisk shouted, quieting the crowd down again.
"Look," Hindri continued. "For the moment, there's absolutely no reason to think that anyone of our people on the Cylon ship has been harmed, in any way." he said, as one woman raised her hand, with a question, and Hindri called on her. "Yes?" he asked.
"What about the Cylon woman, who served as your XO, for over three years, before she was found out... do you think that perhaps this was orchestrated by her... a plot to abduct the military command of the fleet, in retalliation for having been exposed? After all, we know there could be more versions of her... your released reports DID make mention of more than one Cylon known as Cavil." she asked.
"As of this time, there is no reason to believe that that is the case, and we have no evidence of that." Hindri began. "Now, thank you all for coming. You can take the facts as I have explained them, and await further updates. That is all." he said, as with a small head gesture from Hindri, the Marines began to escort the crowd out, leaving Hindri and Fisk alone. "Frakking glad that's over with." Hindri added, with a deep sigh.
"I still can't frakking believe they're gone..." Fisk began, irate. "Whatever you plan is, I'm in... just let me know what you need." he added, looking to Hindri.
"The plan... I have no plan." Hindri replied.
"What the frak? Godsdammit, Colonel... my Commander's on that Cylon... "thing"... so is your Admiral! We have to prepare a rescue contingency!" Fisk exclaimed.
"Fine..." Hindri shot back, looking Fisk in the eyes. "As soon as you can tell me just where the frak to start LOOKING for the Base Ship, we'll get right on it. For the time being, we have no idea where they are, or what's going on. There's nothing we can do. I'm sorry... I hate it as much as you do, and I'm every bit as mad as you are about it. But we have to deal with what comes with delicacy... one wrong move, and if we DO see the Cylons again, they may harm our people." he stated.
Colonel Fisk looked into Hindri's eyes, and saw that the man was right. Finally, he looked up, as Hindri placed a reassuring hand on Fisk's shoulder.
"Look... we don't just have to sit here, and do nothing... I'll authorize a SAR expedition... two of your Raptor-T's, and two of our Raptors. But we can't jeopadrize moving the fleet for now... not until we know more, okay?" Hindri offered.
Fisk nodded his silent approval, before straightening up, and saluting Hindri, who returned the salute, as Fisk left the room, heading out the open door, as Hindri gathered up some manila folders of papers, as someone else came into the room, before the door could close.
Hindri looked up to see Eliza Winnow, standing before him.
"Miss Winnow..." he began. "A pleasure... is anything wrong?" he asked.
"Aye, I'll say there is... the man I love has just been taken away by those Cylon things." she said, looking to him. "Tell me you'll be gettin' him back, good an' proper." she added.
Hindri devoted his full attention to her, as he rouded his desk, and walked over to her, facing her.
"I'll do everything I can possibly do, to ensure that the Admiral gets back safely. But first, we have to determine where that ship went, before we can start a proper search operation." he began, as he began to walk out of the room. "Walk with me, Miss Winnow." he added, as she joined him, as the two left, and stepped into the corridor, and continued walking. "This is a hectic time, Ma'am... a lot of things are going on, and I'm going to need help coping with it all." Hindri said.
"Whatever I can be doin' to help..." Eliza offered, as Hindri paused, looking Eliza in the eyes.
"There is one thing..." Hindri stated.
"And that is?" she asked.
"I've got a... "situation"... on board the Itania Express. There's been an outbreak of flu on the ship. I've sent our Doctor over there, but everyone on that ship is from Sagittaron, which means that they don't believe in modern technology or medicine... it goes against their faith." Hindri explained. "But, we need to get them well. I was hoping that maybe... that perhaps they would take to help from your people, as you also don't make use of modern technology. If the Arnish pilgrims could take some medicine over there, and administer it..." he added.
"Aye, consider it done, then." Eliza stated, smiling.
"Thank you, Miss Winnow. I really appreciate it." Hindri replied, returning her smile.
"Aye." she began. "I'll see to it that the people you care about are kept safe. Just make sure that you do the same for the one I care about." she added, a sshe walked away, leaving Hindri to himself, as he then continued walking through the corridor.
TO BE CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Cylons, Clymians, & Pilgrims, Oh, My" (EP. 011)
CONTINUED...
With a brilliant flash of light, the mighty Cylon Basestar emerged into view, settling into a drift into normal space.
After a few long seconds of no activity, the Basestar finally began to launch wave after wave of Raiders, as the small clawlike craft swarmed away from the mothership, and angled to intercept their new targets...
A fleet of ships. Over a hundred ships, all of them quite small, and almost certainly unarmed.
Just then, a second flash of bright light signaled the arrival of a second Cylon basestar.
SECOND CYLON BASESTAR
CONTROL ROOM
"Jump complete." Simon lamented, looking up to Cavil, with only his eyes, as Standish shot a look of total anger at Cavil.
"You frakkin' promised us no games..." the Admiral spat.
"And so, I did." Cavil began, facing Standish. "Trust me, we did not sanction this jump... this was the Hybrid's doing. Give us a moment, and we'll jump ba--" he started to finish, but was cut off, by one of the Sixes.
"Wait!" she started, looking to Cavil and Standish. "We're not alone out here... there's a small fleet... over a hundred small ships, all unarmed. And there's another Base Ship here... her weapons coming to bear on those ships... Raiders have been launched." she reported, as Captain Fox turned to face Six, his eyes wide.
"What did you say... over a hundred small ships?" he began. "Tell me... are there any gas giants nearby?" he asked, as Six worked, before looking back up to him.
"Yes... there's one ringed gas giant, on the far end of this system." she said.
Captain Fox turned to Cavil, his eyes desperate.
"You have to keep those ships safe... they're OURS!" Fox stated, as Standish turned to face him.
"What?" the Admiral asked.
"Aye..." Fox began. "They're our civilians. We were going to go back, and bring them to you, once things settled down, but when we first jumped in, we did not know what to expect. And once we arrived, the whole thing came up with the Cylons, and the Clymian history..." he said, looking back to Cavil.
Cavil looked to the others, and to Simon.
"There could be others like him in that fleet... with his blood characteristics." Simon offered.
Finally, Cavil looked up, placing his hands in the liquid control pool.
"Fine... this has to be unanimous." he began, as the others joined him, and after a second, spoke in unison...
"Targeting Base Ship..." they all stated.
In space, a deadly swarm of missiles sprang from the second Basestar, and raced toward the first Basestar, finally striking the mammoth black ship, breaking the entire ship apart, as it exploded outward, in a massive explosion of fire and debris.
CYLON BASESTAR
CONTROL ROOM
Slowly, the Skinjobs sullenly withdrew their hands from the liquid control pool, as they all looked to each other, shocked at what they had just done.
Cavil slowly turned to face Captain Fox, a look of anger on his face.
"Based on what you said, I just had to give an order to wipe out a good number of my own kind... in return, I want some answers, and I want them now. You're going to tell me all about your fleet, where you came from, and where you're going." he stated, firmly.
TO BE CONTINUED...
CONTINUED...
With a brilliant flash of light, the mighty Cylon Basestar emerged into view, settling into a drift into normal space.
After a few long seconds of no activity, the Basestar finally began to launch wave after wave of Raiders, as the small clawlike craft swarmed away from the mothership, and angled to intercept their new targets...
A fleet of ships. Over a hundred ships, all of them quite small, and almost certainly unarmed.
Just then, a second flash of bright light signaled the arrival of a second Cylon basestar.
SECOND CYLON BASESTAR
CONTROL ROOM
"Jump complete." Simon lamented, looking up to Cavil, with only his eyes, as Standish shot a look of total anger at Cavil.
"You frakkin' promised us no games..." the Admiral spat.
"And so, I did." Cavil began, facing Standish. "Trust me, we did not sanction this jump... this was the Hybrid's doing. Give us a moment, and we'll jump ba--" he started to finish, but was cut off, by one of the Sixes.
"Wait!" she started, looking to Cavil and Standish. "We're not alone out here... there's a small fleet... over a hundred small ships, all unarmed. And there's another Base Ship here... her weapons coming to bear on those ships... Raiders have been launched." she reported, as Captain Fox turned to face Six, his eyes wide.
"What did you say... over a hundred small ships?" he began. "Tell me... are there any gas giants nearby?" he asked, as Six worked, before looking back up to him.
"Yes... there's one ringed gas giant, on the far end of this system." she said.
Captain Fox turned to Cavil, his eyes desperate.
"You have to keep those ships safe... they're OURS!" Fox stated, as Standish turned to face him.
"What?" the Admiral asked.
"Aye..." Fox began. "They're our civilians. We were going to go back, and bring them to you, once things settled down, but when we first jumped in, we did not know what to expect. And once we arrived, the whole thing came up with the Cylons, and the Clymian history..." he said, looking back to Cavil.
Cavil looked to the others, and to Simon.
"There could be others like him in that fleet... with his blood characteristics." Simon offered.
Finally, Cavil looked up, placing his hands in the liquid control pool.
"Fine... this has to be unanimous." he began, as the others joined him, and after a second, spoke in unison...
"Targeting Base Ship..." they all stated.
In space, a deadly swarm of missiles sprang from the second Basestar, and raced toward the first Basestar, finally striking the mammoth black ship, breaking the entire ship apart, as it exploded outward, in a massive explosion of fire and debris.
CYLON BASESTAR
CONTROL ROOM
Slowly, the Skinjobs sullenly withdrew their hands from the liquid control pool, as they all looked to each other, shocked at what they had just done.
Cavil slowly turned to face Captain Fox, a look of anger on his face.
"Based on what you said, I just had to give an order to wipe out a good number of my own kind... in return, I want some answers, and I want them now. You're going to tell me all about your fleet, where you came from, and where you're going." he stated, firmly.
TO BE CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Cylons, Clymians, & Pilgrims, Oh, My" (EP. 011)
CONTINUED...
CYLON BASESTAR
CONTROL ROOM
Cavil glared at Captain Fox, as Standish also looked to the man.
"I want some answers, too." he offered, as Fox regarded both men.
Silently, Fox sighed, as he nodded, sitting down on a step, as the others looked to him, while he began to recant the whole story...
"Look," he began, "We're explorers... from what I can gather from what you told me, Admiral, we're in the same boat, you and I. You see... like you, we're also looking for a world to call home. We're refugees." he stated.
"You can't possibly expect me to believe that your fleet has been in space for over twenty-thousand years, drifting... looking for a new home." Standish shot back.
"No, of course not." Fox replied. "We've been in space for less than three years. You see, when the survivors left Earth long ago, they also set out in space, to find a new home, after the nuclear holocaust. They found one, after ten years in space. They christened it New Kobol. That's where we're from." he explained.
"So what happened... why aren't you still there? Don't tell me your people created Clymians all over again." Standish offered.
"No... not at all." Fox started. "But we can't go back to New Kobol... nobody can. New Kobol as we knew it, was destroyed." he stated.
"How?" Cavil asked.
"Asteroid." Fox began. "We knew it was coming, but we didn't have the firepower or means to divert it. We also didn't have a sizeable number of spacecraft. So, whoever could, made it to the ships we did have, and we left New Kobol just before the asteroid struck the planet. We set out once again, into the deep of space, in search of a new world to call home. It was by way of this journey, that we ended up in the Omiron System. When we realized they were human, we made contact, and in doing so, found out who they were. During the course of our dealings with them, they made mention of Urantia, and her fleet. We knew we had to make contact. We set off to find Urantia, with an Omironian warship. After a year of following them at a distance, we finally caught up, at Caprica." he stated. "What you see here, in this small fleet, is all that remains of the human population of New Kobol... all that remains of the people who once settled Earth."
For a long moment, silence filled the room, until finally, Cavil spoke up, looking to Standish and Fox.
"I must say, tragedy has a way of following your people, wherever they go, doesn't it?" he offered, sarcastically.
"You haven't done much to help the situation." Standish spat back.
"Stop it." one of the Sixes called out, looking to the men. "We could sit here all day, arguing about who did what to who first. But all that would do, is keep us in the past. The question is what do we do now? We have two Colonial Commanders on board, a human Captain with Cylon blood, and Centurion technology on his ship, and now, a fleet of thousands upon thousands more of humans, some of whom may also have Cylon blood... the cycle of killing can't continue. So, what do we do?" she asked.
Everyone was lost in silent thought for a long series of moment, before Admiral Standish broke the silence, looking to Cavil, Fox, and the Skinjobs.
"We jump back to Urantia... everyone... this Base Ship, and this human fleet. And we find Galactica together." he offered, looking to Cavil, to gauge his reaction. Agreed?" he pushed, after a second.
"Agreed." Cavil replied, looking Standish in the eyes.
TO BE CONTINUED...
CONTINUED...
CYLON BASESTAR
CONTROL ROOM
Cavil glared at Captain Fox, as Standish also looked to the man.
"I want some answers, too." he offered, as Fox regarded both men.
Silently, Fox sighed, as he nodded, sitting down on a step, as the others looked to him, while he began to recant the whole story...
"Look," he began, "We're explorers... from what I can gather from what you told me, Admiral, we're in the same boat, you and I. You see... like you, we're also looking for a world to call home. We're refugees." he stated.
"You can't possibly expect me to believe that your fleet has been in space for over twenty-thousand years, drifting... looking for a new home." Standish shot back.
"No, of course not." Fox replied. "We've been in space for less than three years. You see, when the survivors left Earth long ago, they also set out in space, to find a new home, after the nuclear holocaust. They found one, after ten years in space. They christened it New Kobol. That's where we're from." he explained.
"So what happened... why aren't you still there? Don't tell me your people created Clymians all over again." Standish offered.
"No... not at all." Fox started. "But we can't go back to New Kobol... nobody can. New Kobol as we knew it, was destroyed." he stated.
"How?" Cavil asked.
"Asteroid." Fox began. "We knew it was coming, but we didn't have the firepower or means to divert it. We also didn't have a sizeable number of spacecraft. So, whoever could, made it to the ships we did have, and we left New Kobol just before the asteroid struck the planet. We set out once again, into the deep of space, in search of a new world to call home. It was by way of this journey, that we ended up in the Omiron System. When we realized they were human, we made contact, and in doing so, found out who they were. During the course of our dealings with them, they made mention of Urantia, and her fleet. We knew we had to make contact. We set off to find Urantia, with an Omironian warship. After a year of following them at a distance, we finally caught up, at Caprica." he stated. "What you see here, in this small fleet, is all that remains of the human population of New Kobol... all that remains of the people who once settled Earth."
For a long moment, silence filled the room, until finally, Cavil spoke up, looking to Standish and Fox.
"I must say, tragedy has a way of following your people, wherever they go, doesn't it?" he offered, sarcastically.
"You haven't done much to help the situation." Standish spat back.
"Stop it." one of the Sixes called out, looking to the men. "We could sit here all day, arguing about who did what to who first. But all that would do, is keep us in the past. The question is what do we do now? We have two Colonial Commanders on board, a human Captain with Cylon blood, and Centurion technology on his ship, and now, a fleet of thousands upon thousands more of humans, some of whom may also have Cylon blood... the cycle of killing can't continue. So, what do we do?" she asked.
Everyone was lost in silent thought for a long series of moment, before Admiral Standish broke the silence, looking to Cavil, Fox, and the Skinjobs.
"We jump back to Urantia... everyone... this Base Ship, and this human fleet. And we find Galactica together." he offered, looking to Cavil, to gauge his reaction. Agreed?" he pushed, after a second.
"Agreed." Cavil replied, looking Standish in the eyes.
TO BE CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Cylons, Clymians, & Pilgrims, Oh, My" (EP. 011)
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The ship led her fleet in stable orbit over Caprica. Suddenly, without any warning at all, a brilliant flash of golden light spat the massive Cylon Basestar back into position, behind the fleet, just as more FTL flashes began to appear, spitting out ship after ship...
CIC
Colonel Hindri looked up to the DRADIS with utter disbelief, as in the background, Miss Zamfir counted the incoming new ships...
"Seventy... eighty... ninety-five... one hundred! One hundred new contacts, Sir!" she called out, looking to Hindri, with equal disbelief.
"Launch alert fighters." Hindri cautiously ordered, still gazing up at the DRADIS.
PORT FLIGHT POD
In space, the wings of Urantia Vipers raced out of the launch tubes, and raced toward the waiting formation of one-hundred new ships, as they drifted slowly closer to Urantia.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
CIC
"Sir!" Miss Zamfir began, "I have Admiral Standish on the comm, Sir... from the Cylon Base Ship." she said.
Hindri looked up to the DRADIS again, before looking back to the command table, and picking the phone up, and routing the call through the speakers.
"This is actual." he stated.
"This is the Admiral." Standish began. "Don't be alarmed by our new friends out here... they're the remainder of the Earth fleet... civilians. They'll be joining us, on the remainder of our journey... as will the Cylons." he added.
Hindri was taken by surprise at the Admiral's words, and for a long silent moment, he just stood there, at the command table, the phone at his ear, as everyone in CIC looked to the table, looks of confusion on their faces, also silent.
"Um, say... say again, Sir?" he asked.
I'll explain everything, upon my return." Standish began. "We're on our way back now... a Heavy Raider will be returning us... clear the port flight pod for us, and have a detail ready." he ordered, as Hindri silently nodded.
"Aye, Sir." Hindri replied, slowly lowering the phone, still wearing a puzzled expression, of some concern.
CYLON HEAVY RAIDER
The black transport craft sailed towards Urantia, the Basestar looming large in the background, behind it, as a trio of Urantia Vipers lowered into position behind the Heavy Raider, escorting it in.
PORT HANGAR DECK
Colonel Hindri and Eliza Winnow climbed down the steps leading to the main deck, as a team of Urantia Marines moved to the front of the detail crowd, and knelt down, aiming their rifles.
As Hindri and Eliza moved to the front center, the hatch on the side of the Raider began to open, and after a second, the form of Admiral Standish appeared, and he stepped down, and onto the deck, as Hindri and the others saluted him, as he returned the salute. He walked over to Eliza, who embraced him, as Commander McAllister and Captain Fox now emerged, also stepping onto the deck.
After a second, a set of metal clanking sounds were heard, and the forms of two modern Cylon Centurions appeared, as they took position of either side of the hatch, their red scanning lights buzzing loudly.
"SIR!" the lead Marine called out, as Standish and Eliza looked to the hatch.
"It's alright. Hold your fire." Standish stated, as a second later, Cavil appeared, and climbed down, as the other Skinjobs followed... one of each model.
The Urantia Marines were unwavering in their steady aim, as their rifles were trained on the Cylon group.
Standish looked to the Marine leader, as he gave his orders.
"Arrange quarters for them, and take them there." he began, looking to Cavil. "The Centurions and the Heavy Raider return to your ship." he said, firmly, as Cavil silently nodded, giving a hand gesture to the Centurions, that prompted them to go back inside the craft, as the hatch closed behind them.
The Marines still held their rifles in aim, as they led the Skinjobs toward the exit, and toward their new guest accommodations, as Hindri turned to the Admiral.
"What the frak... what's all this about?" he asked.
Standish turned to face Hindri, as he replied.
"We have a game-changer." Standish said, seriously. "Send a message to every ship in the fleet, and to the crew... I will address the fleet tonight, here, on the hangar deck. Prepare a stage and podium... we'll need it." he stated, as he now returned his full attention to Eliza, as he put his arm around her, and led her towards the exit, as Commander McAllister walked up beside Hindri, who spoke to him, still looking after Standish and Eliza.
"What the frak's going on... Cylons on the ship... a game-changer?" he asked, now turning to face McAllister.
"Oh, boy... you have NO idea, Mister Hindri... no idea..." McAllister replied, shaking his head, as he patted Hindri on the shoulder as he left, following the course Standish had taken, and leaving Hindri to himself.
TO BE CONTINUED...
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The ship led her fleet in stable orbit over Caprica. Suddenly, without any warning at all, a brilliant flash of golden light spat the massive Cylon Basestar back into position, behind the fleet, just as more FTL flashes began to appear, spitting out ship after ship...
CIC
Colonel Hindri looked up to the DRADIS with utter disbelief, as in the background, Miss Zamfir counted the incoming new ships...
"Seventy... eighty... ninety-five... one hundred! One hundred new contacts, Sir!" she called out, looking to Hindri, with equal disbelief.
"Launch alert fighters." Hindri cautiously ordered, still gazing up at the DRADIS.
PORT FLIGHT POD
In space, the wings of Urantia Vipers raced out of the launch tubes, and raced toward the waiting formation of one-hundred new ships, as they drifted slowly closer to Urantia.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
CIC
"Sir!" Miss Zamfir began, "I have Admiral Standish on the comm, Sir... from the Cylon Base Ship." she said.
Hindri looked up to the DRADIS again, before looking back to the command table, and picking the phone up, and routing the call through the speakers.
"This is actual." he stated.
"This is the Admiral." Standish began. "Don't be alarmed by our new friends out here... they're the remainder of the Earth fleet... civilians. They'll be joining us, on the remainder of our journey... as will the Cylons." he added.
Hindri was taken by surprise at the Admiral's words, and for a long silent moment, he just stood there, at the command table, the phone at his ear, as everyone in CIC looked to the table, looks of confusion on their faces, also silent.
"Um, say... say again, Sir?" he asked.
I'll explain everything, upon my return." Standish began. "We're on our way back now... a Heavy Raider will be returning us... clear the port flight pod for us, and have a detail ready." he ordered, as Hindri silently nodded.
"Aye, Sir." Hindri replied, slowly lowering the phone, still wearing a puzzled expression, of some concern.
CYLON HEAVY RAIDER
The black transport craft sailed towards Urantia, the Basestar looming large in the background, behind it, as a trio of Urantia Vipers lowered into position behind the Heavy Raider, escorting it in.
PORT HANGAR DECK
Colonel Hindri and Eliza Winnow climbed down the steps leading to the main deck, as a team of Urantia Marines moved to the front of the detail crowd, and knelt down, aiming their rifles.
As Hindri and Eliza moved to the front center, the hatch on the side of the Raider began to open, and after a second, the form of Admiral Standish appeared, and he stepped down, and onto the deck, as Hindri and the others saluted him, as he returned the salute. He walked over to Eliza, who embraced him, as Commander McAllister and Captain Fox now emerged, also stepping onto the deck.
After a second, a set of metal clanking sounds were heard, and the forms of two modern Cylon Centurions appeared, as they took position of either side of the hatch, their red scanning lights buzzing loudly.
"SIR!" the lead Marine called out, as Standish and Eliza looked to the hatch.
"It's alright. Hold your fire." Standish stated, as a second later, Cavil appeared, and climbed down, as the other Skinjobs followed... one of each model.
The Urantia Marines were unwavering in their steady aim, as their rifles were trained on the Cylon group.
Standish looked to the Marine leader, as he gave his orders.
"Arrange quarters for them, and take them there." he began, looking to Cavil. "The Centurions and the Heavy Raider return to your ship." he said, firmly, as Cavil silently nodded, giving a hand gesture to the Centurions, that prompted them to go back inside the craft, as the hatch closed behind them.
The Marines still held their rifles in aim, as they led the Skinjobs toward the exit, and toward their new guest accommodations, as Hindri turned to the Admiral.
"What the frak... what's all this about?" he asked.
Standish turned to face Hindri, as he replied.
"We have a game-changer." Standish said, seriously. "Send a message to every ship in the fleet, and to the crew... I will address the fleet tonight, here, on the hangar deck. Prepare a stage and podium... we'll need it." he stated, as he now returned his full attention to Eliza, as he put his arm around her, and led her towards the exit, as Commander McAllister walked up beside Hindri, who spoke to him, still looking after Standish and Eliza.
"What the frak's going on... Cylons on the ship... a game-changer?" he asked, now turning to face McAllister.
"Oh, boy... you have NO idea, Mister Hindri... no idea..." McAllister replied, shaking his head, as he patted Hindri on the shoulder as he left, following the course Standish had taken, and leaving Hindri to himself.
TO BE CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Cylons, Clymians, & Pilgrims, Oh, My" (EP. 011)
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The ship led the fleet along, in orbit of Caprica, as now the remainder of the Earth fleet had integrated itself with the rest of Urantia's ragtag fleet, while the Cylon Basestar held position at the aft end of the fleet formation.
ADMIRAL STANDISH'S CABIN
Admiral Standish sat behind his desk, while Commander McAllister stood at the side of it, as both men faced their audience... the two Company Commanders of Urantia's Marine divisions. Both Marines stood at attention, facing forward, their hands behind their backs, as they waited for Standish to begin speaking.
Finally, Standish began, rising from his desk, and facing both men, a serious look on his face, as the lights in the room reflected in his glasses.
"Thank you for coming." he began. "I've called you here, to discuss the current situation with you, before I speak with the rest of the fleet, because the days ahead will become difficult for everyone... including you, and your men. I want you to understand what is going on, where I'm coming from, and most of all... what's at stake." he stated. "We have a game-changer." he added, looking for a second to McAllister, before looking back to the Marines. "Captain Fox... has Cylon blood." he said, as both Marines opened their mouths, wearing looks of silent shock, as they looked to each other for a second, before looking back to Standish.
Standish looked to them sympathetically, as he continued.
"This was the reason why the Cylons broke off from their attack, when we faced them a few weeks ago. The Raiders scanned Cylon technology on their ships, and fell back. When we were on the Base Ship, one of the Skinjobs took a sample of blood from Fox, and determined that it was Cylon. There is a chance that others in the Earth fleet also share the same Cylon blood." Standish explained.
"Excuse me, Sir... but the Thirteenth Tribe... they were humans." the first Marine stated.
"Yes, I know." Standish replied. "And that is why we're here... we have to find out how Cylon blood ended up in the bodies of Thirteenth Tribe humans. That is why the Cylon Base Ship will be joining us, on our search for Galactica." he added.
This really floored the Marines, until finally, the second one spoke up.
"Sir... permission to speak freely?" he asked.
"Go ahead." Standish answered, looking to the man.
"Sir... with all due respect... what the frak? I mean... we're in orbit of Caprica... CAPRICA, for Godssakes... a world that the frakking Toasters nuked! They wiped out our families, our homes, and right here, at the site of all that carnage, you're saying that all of a sudden, we're gonna pal up, and be on our merry way, forgetting all that they did?" the Marine said, passionately.
Standish just silently walked around the table, to where the Marines were, and stood directly in front of them, looking both men directly in the eyes.
"I understand fully, your concerns." he began, softly, but totally firm. "That is why I've called this meeting. I know what you must be thinking... "The old man's lost it... they did something to him, on that Base Ship... he finally broke." I assure you, such is NOT the case. I remain FULLY aware of what the Cylons did to us. But by the same token, we have to ask ourselves... if the people from Earth have Cylon blood, what does that mean? Does that make them our enemies? Captain Fox and his people did not fire on us. That Cylon ship also did not fire on us, from the time it jumped in. When I was on board that ship, I witnessed the Cylons destroying an entire one of their own Base Ships, to prevent the destruction of the Earth fleet. For the moment, I'm going to assume they will not break their word, and open fire on us... they want the answers to these questions just as much as we do." Standish continued. "However... at the first sign of any betrayal on their part, I assure you, I will act. I want to assure you that I know what I'm doing... and for you and your men to trust me." he added, looking to McAllister, who now spoke up.
"Rest assured," he began. "If the SLIGHTEST notion of a mutiny comes up... know this... the mutineers will be up against TWO Colonial military vessels, not one." he stated, totally firm.
Both Marines looked to both commanders with silent shock... trying to take in what they were hearing, as Standish again looked to both men.
"I know you're wondering how I can prove that you can trust me. I can do it by the following... I'm giving both of you a direct order... if at any point in time, you feel that I have indeed been compromised by the Cylons, and am not acting in the best interests of Urantia and her fleet, I am ordering you to terminate my command, by any means required... including the use of deadly force." the Admiral said, looking both men in the eyes, as they looked to him, with their mouthes open.
TO BE CONTINUED...
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The ship led the fleet along, in orbit of Caprica, as now the remainder of the Earth fleet had integrated itself with the rest of Urantia's ragtag fleet, while the Cylon Basestar held position at the aft end of the fleet formation.
ADMIRAL STANDISH'S CABIN
Admiral Standish sat behind his desk, while Commander McAllister stood at the side of it, as both men faced their audience... the two Company Commanders of Urantia's Marine divisions. Both Marines stood at attention, facing forward, their hands behind their backs, as they waited for Standish to begin speaking.
Finally, Standish began, rising from his desk, and facing both men, a serious look on his face, as the lights in the room reflected in his glasses.
"Thank you for coming." he began. "I've called you here, to discuss the current situation with you, before I speak with the rest of the fleet, because the days ahead will become difficult for everyone... including you, and your men. I want you to understand what is going on, where I'm coming from, and most of all... what's at stake." he stated. "We have a game-changer." he added, looking for a second to McAllister, before looking back to the Marines. "Captain Fox... has Cylon blood." he said, as both Marines opened their mouths, wearing looks of silent shock, as they looked to each other for a second, before looking back to Standish.
Standish looked to them sympathetically, as he continued.
"This was the reason why the Cylons broke off from their attack, when we faced them a few weeks ago. The Raiders scanned Cylon technology on their ships, and fell back. When we were on the Base Ship, one of the Skinjobs took a sample of blood from Fox, and determined that it was Cylon. There is a chance that others in the Earth fleet also share the same Cylon blood." Standish explained.
"Excuse me, Sir... but the Thirteenth Tribe... they were humans." the first Marine stated.
"Yes, I know." Standish replied. "And that is why we're here... we have to find out how Cylon blood ended up in the bodies of Thirteenth Tribe humans. That is why the Cylon Base Ship will be joining us, on our search for Galactica." he added.
This really floored the Marines, until finally, the second one spoke up.
"Sir... permission to speak freely?" he asked.
"Go ahead." Standish answered, looking to the man.
"Sir... with all due respect... what the frak? I mean... we're in orbit of Caprica... CAPRICA, for Godssakes... a world that the frakking Toasters nuked! They wiped out our families, our homes, and right here, at the site of all that carnage, you're saying that all of a sudden, we're gonna pal up, and be on our merry way, forgetting all that they did?" the Marine said, passionately.
Standish just silently walked around the table, to where the Marines were, and stood directly in front of them, looking both men directly in the eyes.
"I understand fully, your concerns." he began, softly, but totally firm. "That is why I've called this meeting. I know what you must be thinking... "The old man's lost it... they did something to him, on that Base Ship... he finally broke." I assure you, such is NOT the case. I remain FULLY aware of what the Cylons did to us. But by the same token, we have to ask ourselves... if the people from Earth have Cylon blood, what does that mean? Does that make them our enemies? Captain Fox and his people did not fire on us. That Cylon ship also did not fire on us, from the time it jumped in. When I was on board that ship, I witnessed the Cylons destroying an entire one of their own Base Ships, to prevent the destruction of the Earth fleet. For the moment, I'm going to assume they will not break their word, and open fire on us... they want the answers to these questions just as much as we do." Standish continued. "However... at the first sign of any betrayal on their part, I assure you, I will act. I want to assure you that I know what I'm doing... and for you and your men to trust me." he added, looking to McAllister, who now spoke up.
"Rest assured," he began. "If the SLIGHTEST notion of a mutiny comes up... know this... the mutineers will be up against TWO Colonial military vessels, not one." he stated, totally firm.
Both Marines looked to both commanders with silent shock... trying to take in what they were hearing, as Standish again looked to both men.
"I know you're wondering how I can prove that you can trust me. I can do it by the following... I'm giving both of you a direct order... if at any point in time, you feel that I have indeed been compromised by the Cylons, and am not acting in the best interests of Urantia and her fleet, I am ordering you to terminate my command, by any means required... including the use of deadly force." the Admiral said, looking both men in the eyes, as they looked to him, with their mouthes open.
TO BE CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Cylons, Clymians, & Pilgrims, Oh, My" (EP. 011)
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The ship led the fleet along, in orbit of Caprica, as now the remainder of the Earth fleet had integrated itself with the rest of Urantia's ragtag fleet, while the Cylon Basestar held position at the aft end of the fleet formation.
PORT HANGAR DECK
The entire compliment of Urantia Marines, as well as ever ship Captain from the fleet's ships, and hundreds of other civilians were all gathered on the deck, facing a makeshift stage, upon which stood a solitary podium.
After a few seconds, the crowd began to hush, and face forward, as Admiral Standish walked up the few steps, and onto the stage, making his way to the podium. He paused, clearing his throat, as he looked around, at the massive crowd before him. This was his fleet... his flock. And he was about to deliver them a major shock.
"Men and women of the fleet!" he began, shouting out. "We have been on our journey for a long time. In that time, we have fought and survived many a battle. We have lost many dear to us. At the same time, we have made new friends. Our family has grown. Colonial. Emilonian. Omironian. Earth. No matter where we came from, we have all welcomed each other, as brothers and sisters of the human race. However... something has now changed." he shouted, as the assembly of people looked to Standish, as he extended his arm to his side, a gesture for someone to join him, as Captain Fox walked up on stage, and stood beside the Admiral. "Captain Fox, of the Earth fleet... has Cylon blood." he stated.
At once, everyone in the crowd gasped, and began to look amongst each other, sharing looks of total shock and surprise.
Admiral Standish saw what was going on, and again shouted out, to quell the uproar of the crowd.
"The Thirteenth Tribe of Kobol was human. So say the scriptures, and so say the Cylons. When we were on board the Base Ship, the Cylons took and analyzed a sample of Captain Fox's blood. It was determined to in fact, be Cylon. The Cylons need to know how their blood ended up in a member of the Thirteenth Tribe. Somehow, in order to confirm their theory, they must find the only other source of outside Cylon blood they know of... on the Battlestar Galactica." he shouted, as now the crowd erupted into a murmur of conversation amongst everyone.
The lead team of Urantia Marines looked about the crowd with cautious alert, as finally, the crowd began to calm, and again look to Standish.
"To that end..." Standish shouted, "The Cylon Base Ship will be joining us, on our search for the Battlestar Galactica." he called out, gesturing for the five Cylon Skinjobs to come up on stage, and join him.
As Cavil, Caprica Six, Simon, Sharon, Doral and Leoben walked up onto the stage, the crowd went into a furious uproar, shouting loud obcenities at the Cylons, and booing, and calling out expletives.
For a long moment, Standish and the Cylon watched the angry crowd, until Standish drew his sidearm, and aimed it in the air, firing out a single shot, which instantly quieteed the masses, as everyone again faced forward.
"The Cylon Basestar has NOT fired on us, since it first jumped in, and the Cylons have promised that they will take no hostile action against us. They want and need the same answers that we do, and just as badly." Standish called out, indicating for Cavil to now take the podium, as the old Cylon stepped forward, to address the crowd.
"As a gesture of our good faith... we have agreed to outfit every ship in your fleet, with Cylon FTL drives, which will enable your ships to jump much farther than they currently can." he simply stated, before stepping back in line, allowing Standish to again take the stage.
Standish looked amongst the crowd, as they began to talk amongst themselves, before turning back to him. Finally, a group of people in the first row looked to him, and raised their fists in the air, and began to shout back, chanting...
"NO!"
"NO!"
"NO!"
The chant began to pick up among the masses, and began to grow, as more and more people began to chant out loud...
"NO SAY WE ALL!"
"NO SAY WE ALL!"
"NO SAY WE ALL!"
All Standish could do, was look out at his people, wearing a look of disappointment, as he listened to the shouting calls of "No say we all!" over and over again, as the chant filled the entire deck, drowning out every other sound.
EMILONIAN TRANSPORT "SEPIA MOON"
The small ship drifted along, in position within the pilgrim fleet.
A large group of male pilgrims walked through the corridor, and past Eliza Winnow, carrying large boxes of medical supplies for the people on the Itania Express. Eliza began to continue walking back to her small cabin, but was stopped, as one of the other women ran towards her, stopping her.
"ELIZA!" she called out, as she caught up.
"What is it?" Eliza asked, as the other woman caught her breath, and began to speak.
"Eliza, my dear... praise be to the Gods, for you must come with me, now!" the other woman said, wearing a massive smile.
"And just why must I be doin' that, then?" Eliza shot back, confused.
"Father Ethem... he's chosen you! He's chosen YOU, Eliza... to be his fifth! You're going to be the fifth wife, to our great pilgrim leader!" the woman said, joyous, as Eliza's eyes grew wide with shock, as she looked to her friend.
TO BE CONTINUED...
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The ship led the fleet along, in orbit of Caprica, as now the remainder of the Earth fleet had integrated itself with the rest of Urantia's ragtag fleet, while the Cylon Basestar held position at the aft end of the fleet formation.
PORT HANGAR DECK
The entire compliment of Urantia Marines, as well as ever ship Captain from the fleet's ships, and hundreds of other civilians were all gathered on the deck, facing a makeshift stage, upon which stood a solitary podium.
After a few seconds, the crowd began to hush, and face forward, as Admiral Standish walked up the few steps, and onto the stage, making his way to the podium. He paused, clearing his throat, as he looked around, at the massive crowd before him. This was his fleet... his flock. And he was about to deliver them a major shock.
"Men and women of the fleet!" he began, shouting out. "We have been on our journey for a long time. In that time, we have fought and survived many a battle. We have lost many dear to us. At the same time, we have made new friends. Our family has grown. Colonial. Emilonian. Omironian. Earth. No matter where we came from, we have all welcomed each other, as brothers and sisters of the human race. However... something has now changed." he shouted, as the assembly of people looked to Standish, as he extended his arm to his side, a gesture for someone to join him, as Captain Fox walked up on stage, and stood beside the Admiral. "Captain Fox, of the Earth fleet... has Cylon blood." he stated.
At once, everyone in the crowd gasped, and began to look amongst each other, sharing looks of total shock and surprise.
Admiral Standish saw what was going on, and again shouted out, to quell the uproar of the crowd.
"The Thirteenth Tribe of Kobol was human. So say the scriptures, and so say the Cylons. When we were on board the Base Ship, the Cylons took and analyzed a sample of Captain Fox's blood. It was determined to in fact, be Cylon. The Cylons need to know how their blood ended up in a member of the Thirteenth Tribe. Somehow, in order to confirm their theory, they must find the only other source of outside Cylon blood they know of... on the Battlestar Galactica." he shouted, as now the crowd erupted into a murmur of conversation amongst everyone.
The lead team of Urantia Marines looked about the crowd with cautious alert, as finally, the crowd began to calm, and again look to Standish.
"To that end..." Standish shouted, "The Cylon Base Ship will be joining us, on our search for the Battlestar Galactica." he called out, gesturing for the five Cylon Skinjobs to come up on stage, and join him.
As Cavil, Caprica Six, Simon, Sharon, Doral and Leoben walked up onto the stage, the crowd went into a furious uproar, shouting loud obcenities at the Cylons, and booing, and calling out expletives.
For a long moment, Standish and the Cylon watched the angry crowd, until Standish drew his sidearm, and aimed it in the air, firing out a single shot, which instantly quieteed the masses, as everyone again faced forward.
"The Cylon Basestar has NOT fired on us, since it first jumped in, and the Cylons have promised that they will take no hostile action against us. They want and need the same answers that we do, and just as badly." Standish called out, indicating for Cavil to now take the podium, as the old Cylon stepped forward, to address the crowd.
"As a gesture of our good faith... we have agreed to outfit every ship in your fleet, with Cylon FTL drives, which will enable your ships to jump much farther than they currently can." he simply stated, before stepping back in line, allowing Standish to again take the stage.
Standish looked amongst the crowd, as they began to talk amongst themselves, before turning back to him. Finally, a group of people in the first row looked to him, and raised their fists in the air, and began to shout back, chanting...
"NO!"
"NO!"
"NO!"
The chant began to pick up among the masses, and began to grow, as more and more people began to chant out loud...
"NO SAY WE ALL!"
"NO SAY WE ALL!"
"NO SAY WE ALL!"
All Standish could do, was look out at his people, wearing a look of disappointment, as he listened to the shouting calls of "No say we all!" over and over again, as the chant filled the entire deck, drowning out every other sound.
EMILONIAN TRANSPORT "SEPIA MOON"
The small ship drifted along, in position within the pilgrim fleet.
A large group of male pilgrims walked through the corridor, and past Eliza Winnow, carrying large boxes of medical supplies for the people on the Itania Express. Eliza began to continue walking back to her small cabin, but was stopped, as one of the other women ran towards her, stopping her.
"ELIZA!" she called out, as she caught up.
"What is it?" Eliza asked, as the other woman caught her breath, and began to speak.
"Eliza, my dear... praise be to the Gods, for you must come with me, now!" the other woman said, wearing a massive smile.
"And just why must I be doin' that, then?" Eliza shot back, confused.
"Father Ethem... he's chosen you! He's chosen YOU, Eliza... to be his fifth! You're going to be the fifth wife, to our great pilgrim leader!" the woman said, joyous, as Eliza's eyes grew wide with shock, as she looked to her friend.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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