How's this?http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gvDhYpS3q-w
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That's pretty cool, but could a Mod please move that to the regular BSG forum? I don't really want a lot of non-Urantia comments in the thread, if possible.
That's pretty cool, but could a Mod please move that to the regular BSG forum? I don't really want a lot of non-Urantia comments in the thread, if possible.
Much better, thanks. 
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Cylons, Clymians, & Pilgrims, Oh, My" (EP. 011)
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
PORT HANGAR DECK
"NO SAY WE ALL!"
"NO SAY WE ALL!"
"NO SAY WE ALL!"
The angry chant from the massive assembly was deafening, as now, the giant crowd tried to rush forward, towards Admiral Standish, and the Cylons, as the front lines of Marines now had to turn and hold them back, trying to push them away with their rifles.
The crowd then began shouting obscenities at the Admiral himself, calling him a traitor, a tyrant, and everything in between, as Standish looked on, with dismay.
His worst fear had become reality... he had finally pushed the fleet to far, and this was their breaking point. He finally turned, shooting one last glance to Cavil and the other Cylons, as he now began to walk off the stage, escorted by nearby Marines, just as a few small objects were thrown at the stage, where he had stood.
EMILONIAN TRANSPORT "SEPIA MOON"
The small ship drifted along, in position within the pilgrim fleet.
Inside the small ship, a long line of pilgrim women stood in a line, by one of the ship's two airlock doors, waiting for the shuttle from the Prophet Star to arrive. There were no pilgrim men present.
Eliza Winnow was among the group of woman, and she turned to face the woman behind her.
"Why are we all here?" she asked.
"You don't know, then?" the other woman began, "We're all to be married to Father Ethem... we're goin' to stay on his ship from the now on." she added.
Eliza's eyes grew wide, as she again looked forward, to the long line of women before her.
"Which wife will you be bein' then?" the other woman asked her.
"Hmm? F-fifth." Eliza said, somewhat distracted. "But I wouldn't be knowin' why Father Ethem would be wantin' me, as a wife... he's not takin' a likin' to me." she stated.
"Well, I'm to be his tenth." the woman replied, smiling with excitement. "He's recieved a revelation... to take as many wives as he can, that we may help nourish and satisfy his spirit." she added, as Eliza just looked forward.
EMILONIAN TRANSPORT "DESERET SUNSET"
The small ship sailed along in the pilgrim fleet, as a Colonial Shuttle left the small ship, and made a quick course towards the Battlestar Urantia.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
PORTSIDE MAIN AIRLOCK
A pair of legs stepped into the open doorway, sporting handmade boots. A couple steps later, and they were joined by a second pair of Colonial Marine's boots.
"Welcome aboard Urantia... purpose of visit?" a young Marine's voice stated.
"I need to speak with Admiral Standish. Where is he?" the voice of an elderly man stated.
ADMIRAL STANDISH'S CABIN
The hatch to the Admiral's quarters opened up, revealing the sight of the Admiral at his desk, signing paperwork. At the sight of the hatch opening, the Admiral looked up, and quickly got up out of his chair, and stood to welcome the new arrival, who walked into the room.
"Admiral Standish?" the visitor asked. It was an old and quite tall and lanky Emilonian man, who sported a long and gray beard.
"The one and only, I'm afraid." Standish replied, extending his hand to the man. "You are...?" he asked, trying to remember the man.
"The name's Jebra... Jebra Tyne. I'm a good friend of Eliza's... grew up together, we did." he offered.
"Ah, well... please, won't you have a seat?" Standish said, as both men sat down, across from each other. "What can I do for you, Jebra?" he asked.
"Well, I'm afraid, Sir, that we have a problem." Jebra began.
"Just one?" Standish offered, somewhat jokingly.
"Aye...'fraid it be a big one, though." Jebra went on. "Our leader... Father Ethem... he's started moving people to his ship. Lots of people... women. He claims to have had a revelation, to aqquire as many wives as possible. But some of the women he's taken are already married, to other men." he stated.
"Well, I wish I could help, but this sounds like a matter of your faith, and I don't want to intru--" Standish began, but was cut off.
"Eliza's one of 'em." Jebra out and said it, looking to Standish. "Eliza was one of the women taken from the Sepia Moon, earlier today." he added.
This had an effect on Standish, and his face grew sour, as he slowly stood up.
"He has no business with Eliza... he doesn't even like her." Standish said, softly.
"Sir," Jebra added, "I know Eliza... she has no intention of bein' married... not to him. There's only one person she's savin' herself for, and we both know who that is... she loves you, Sir." he said, watching Tyler, as the Admiral walked around his desk, to be beside Jebra.
"That motherfrakking..." Standish whispered softly, before looking to Jebra. "This isn't about Eliza... it's about her feelings for me. He's still mad that she followed me off Kobol, and took his flock with her." he said. He's just using this to keep her close, where she can't be a threat to his ambitions." he added.
"Sir..." Jebra began, looking up to the Admiral. "Ethem is ambitious... and impatient. You have to get her out of there... before he feels that he has to consumate his marriage to his new wives. Once he does that, that'll be the end of it... it'll destroy Eliza, and will give him victory over you." he stated, as Standish looked back at him, taking in what he was saying.
TO BE CONTINUED...
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
PORT HANGAR DECK
"NO SAY WE ALL!"
"NO SAY WE ALL!"
"NO SAY WE ALL!"
The angry chant from the massive assembly was deafening, as now, the giant crowd tried to rush forward, towards Admiral Standish, and the Cylons, as the front lines of Marines now had to turn and hold them back, trying to push them away with their rifles.
The crowd then began shouting obscenities at the Admiral himself, calling him a traitor, a tyrant, and everything in between, as Standish looked on, with dismay.
His worst fear had become reality... he had finally pushed the fleet to far, and this was their breaking point. He finally turned, shooting one last glance to Cavil and the other Cylons, as he now began to walk off the stage, escorted by nearby Marines, just as a few small objects were thrown at the stage, where he had stood.
EMILONIAN TRANSPORT "SEPIA MOON"
The small ship drifted along, in position within the pilgrim fleet.
Inside the small ship, a long line of pilgrim women stood in a line, by one of the ship's two airlock doors, waiting for the shuttle from the Prophet Star to arrive. There were no pilgrim men present.
Eliza Winnow was among the group of woman, and she turned to face the woman behind her.
"Why are we all here?" she asked.
"You don't know, then?" the other woman began, "We're all to be married to Father Ethem... we're goin' to stay on his ship from the now on." she added.
Eliza's eyes grew wide, as she again looked forward, to the long line of women before her.
"Which wife will you be bein' then?" the other woman asked her.
"Hmm? F-fifth." Eliza said, somewhat distracted. "But I wouldn't be knowin' why Father Ethem would be wantin' me, as a wife... he's not takin' a likin' to me." she stated.
"Well, I'm to be his tenth." the woman replied, smiling with excitement. "He's recieved a revelation... to take as many wives as he can, that we may help nourish and satisfy his spirit." she added, as Eliza just looked forward.
EMILONIAN TRANSPORT "DESERET SUNSET"
The small ship sailed along in the pilgrim fleet, as a Colonial Shuttle left the small ship, and made a quick course towards the Battlestar Urantia.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
PORTSIDE MAIN AIRLOCK
A pair of legs stepped into the open doorway, sporting handmade boots. A couple steps later, and they were joined by a second pair of Colonial Marine's boots.
"Welcome aboard Urantia... purpose of visit?" a young Marine's voice stated.
"I need to speak with Admiral Standish. Where is he?" the voice of an elderly man stated.
ADMIRAL STANDISH'S CABIN
The hatch to the Admiral's quarters opened up, revealing the sight of the Admiral at his desk, signing paperwork. At the sight of the hatch opening, the Admiral looked up, and quickly got up out of his chair, and stood to welcome the new arrival, who walked into the room.
"Admiral Standish?" the visitor asked. It was an old and quite tall and lanky Emilonian man, who sported a long and gray beard.
"The one and only, I'm afraid." Standish replied, extending his hand to the man. "You are...?" he asked, trying to remember the man.
"The name's Jebra... Jebra Tyne. I'm a good friend of Eliza's... grew up together, we did." he offered.
"Ah, well... please, won't you have a seat?" Standish said, as both men sat down, across from each other. "What can I do for you, Jebra?" he asked.
"Well, I'm afraid, Sir, that we have a problem." Jebra began.
"Just one?" Standish offered, somewhat jokingly.
"Aye...'fraid it be a big one, though." Jebra went on. "Our leader... Father Ethem... he's started moving people to his ship. Lots of people... women. He claims to have had a revelation, to aqquire as many wives as possible. But some of the women he's taken are already married, to other men." he stated.
"Well, I wish I could help, but this sounds like a matter of your faith, and I don't want to intru--" Standish began, but was cut off.
"Eliza's one of 'em." Jebra out and said it, looking to Standish. "Eliza was one of the women taken from the Sepia Moon, earlier today." he added.
This had an effect on Standish, and his face grew sour, as he slowly stood up.
"He has no business with Eliza... he doesn't even like her." Standish said, softly.
"Sir," Jebra added, "I know Eliza... she has no intention of bein' married... not to him. There's only one person she's savin' herself for, and we both know who that is... she loves you, Sir." he said, watching Tyler, as the Admiral walked around his desk, to be beside Jebra.
"That motherfrakking..." Standish whispered softly, before looking to Jebra. "This isn't about Eliza... it's about her feelings for me. He's still mad that she followed me off Kobol, and took his flock with her." he said. He's just using this to keep her close, where she can't be a threat to his ambitions." he added.
"Sir..." Jebra began, looking up to the Admiral. "Ethem is ambitious... and impatient. You have to get her out of there... before he feels that he has to consumate his marriage to his new wives. Once he does that, that'll be the end of it... it'll destroy Eliza, and will give him victory over you." he stated, as Standish looked back at him, taking in what he was saying.
TO BE CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Cylons, Clymians, & Pilgrims, Oh, My" (EP. 011)
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
PORT FLIGHT POD
A Colonial Shuttle slowly made its way out of the massive flight pod, and began to angle towards a heading for the Cylon Basestar, which loomed large in the distance.
URANTIA CORRIDOR
Admiral Standish walked briskly through the corridor with Colonel Hindri at his side, as the men conversed.
"That went well..." Hindri said, with a touch of sarcasm.
"Yeah, well..." Standish began, as the rounded a corner. "As good as the intentions of the Cylons might be now, I'm not going to throw away all the trust and faith that this fleet has put into me, for these past years. Cavil will have to find Earth on his own. Right now, I have more important matters to deal with." he added.
"Eliza?" Hindri asked.
"Eliza." Standish replied, as the men approached the Admiral's Cabin, to see a group of about seven Emilonian military officers, all in full uniform, standing by the door, in wait.
"Gentlemen," Standish greeted, extending his hand to the men, as they all shook hands. "Thanks for coming. Shall we?" he asked, opening the hatch, and indicating for them to enter.
Standish worked his way to his desk, as Hindri and the Emilonian men stood across from the Admiral.
"We need a plan." Standish began, looking to the Emilonian men, one of which was Captain Kline.
"Aye, that we do." Kline began, as he produced a folded-up schematic of the Prophet Star, the lead pilgrim ship, and unfloded it, on the Admiral's desk. "This is the main ship, here, and we know that these are Ethem's quarters." Kline said, pointing to various parts of the schematic. "His Aides have secured a full deck for him... nobody but him can leaver or enter." he added.
"Sir," another Emilonian officer added. "He knows now, that you know about what happened. Word travels fast among those pilgrims. It's likely he's keeping the Lady Winnow close... likely to use as a barganing chip, if need be." he stated, as Standish looked to him.
"I wasn't aware this was a hostage situation yet." Standish said.
"Aye, 'tis becomin' one." Kline offered. "The husbands of many of the women have been tryin' like fire, to reach Ethem, and speak to him... get him to return their wives. So far, nothin's been becomin' of it... Ethem's sealed himself up good an' sure." he added.
"Sir," another Emilon Captain spoke up, "Wardlow Ethem... all he has, his entire base, is on the Prophet Star. If he's to be keepin' hostages, that's where he'll be puttin' them. 'Tis the only ship large enough to be holdin' his little harem he's got goin' now." the man said.
"But he will look after himself, before anyone else." another Emilon man added.
Standish looked to the men, and then to Hindri, before looking back down at the layout plan of the Prophet Star, before again looking up to Captain Kline.
"I'm giving this motherfrakker ONE chance, to do this the easy way. After that, I'm going in, all guns blazing, and he better pray like frak to his Gods, that he's dead before I get to him." Standish said, looking to the men with total determination in his eyes.
CYLON BASESTAR
CONTROL ROOM
Cavil paced the deck of the large room, as the various Skinjobs tended to their duties, at the stations on the deck.
Suddenly, Cavil was distracted by the sounds of heavy metal clanking, and he turned to see a pair of modern Centurions, guiding a stainless steel wheeled gurney along. Upon the gurney, was a large object, which was covered by a large white sheet, that was draped over it.
The Centurions stopped in front of Cavil, and stepped back two steps, as their red scanners buzzed loudly.
"Is that it? Did he agree to give it to us?" Cavil asked.
In response, the two Centurions pulled the sheet off the object on the gurney, revealing its indentity...
A Clymian Centurion... one of the two "museum pieces", that Captain Fox had kept on board his ship.
Cavil slowly walked around the gurney, absorbing the sight of the ancient shiny bronze warrior. He studied the look of the "face" of the Centurion... a direct cross between old and modern Cylon Centurions... the similarity was too great... that, plus the fact that Captain Fox had Cylon blood had to mean something. It had to be a part of a much larger puzzle. Finally, Cavil straightened up again, and looked to one of the two Centurions.
I want you to see if any of it is recoverable. Take it apart, and see if you can access any data in its memory. Also, see if you can create more of them... I want to see how these things functioned in a unit, if possible." he ordered, as the lead Centurion inclined its head, as if to ackowledge the order, before again leaving, pulling the gurney behind it.
TO BE CONTINUED...
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
PORT FLIGHT POD
A Colonial Shuttle slowly made its way out of the massive flight pod, and began to angle towards a heading for the Cylon Basestar, which loomed large in the distance.
URANTIA CORRIDOR
Admiral Standish walked briskly through the corridor with Colonel Hindri at his side, as the men conversed.
"That went well..." Hindri said, with a touch of sarcasm.
"Yeah, well..." Standish began, as the rounded a corner. "As good as the intentions of the Cylons might be now, I'm not going to throw away all the trust and faith that this fleet has put into me, for these past years. Cavil will have to find Earth on his own. Right now, I have more important matters to deal with." he added.
"Eliza?" Hindri asked.
"Eliza." Standish replied, as the men approached the Admiral's Cabin, to see a group of about seven Emilonian military officers, all in full uniform, standing by the door, in wait.
"Gentlemen," Standish greeted, extending his hand to the men, as they all shook hands. "Thanks for coming. Shall we?" he asked, opening the hatch, and indicating for them to enter.
Standish worked his way to his desk, as Hindri and the Emilonian men stood across from the Admiral.
"We need a plan." Standish began, looking to the Emilonian men, one of which was Captain Kline.
"Aye, that we do." Kline began, as he produced a folded-up schematic of the Prophet Star, the lead pilgrim ship, and unfloded it, on the Admiral's desk. "This is the main ship, here, and we know that these are Ethem's quarters." Kline said, pointing to various parts of the schematic. "His Aides have secured a full deck for him... nobody but him can leaver or enter." he added.
"Sir," another Emilonian officer added. "He knows now, that you know about what happened. Word travels fast among those pilgrims. It's likely he's keeping the Lady Winnow close... likely to use as a barganing chip, if need be." he stated, as Standish looked to him.
"I wasn't aware this was a hostage situation yet." Standish said.
"Aye, 'tis becomin' one." Kline offered. "The husbands of many of the women have been tryin' like fire, to reach Ethem, and speak to him... get him to return their wives. So far, nothin's been becomin' of it... Ethem's sealed himself up good an' sure." he added.
"Sir," another Emilon Captain spoke up, "Wardlow Ethem... all he has, his entire base, is on the Prophet Star. If he's to be keepin' hostages, that's where he'll be puttin' them. 'Tis the only ship large enough to be holdin' his little harem he's got goin' now." the man said.
"But he will look after himself, before anyone else." another Emilon man added.
Standish looked to the men, and then to Hindri, before looking back down at the layout plan of the Prophet Star, before again looking up to Captain Kline.
"I'm giving this motherfrakker ONE chance, to do this the easy way. After that, I'm going in, all guns blazing, and he better pray like frak to his Gods, that he's dead before I get to him." Standish said, looking to the men with total determination in his eyes.
CYLON BASESTAR
CONTROL ROOM
Cavil paced the deck of the large room, as the various Skinjobs tended to their duties, at the stations on the deck.
Suddenly, Cavil was distracted by the sounds of heavy metal clanking, and he turned to see a pair of modern Centurions, guiding a stainless steel wheeled gurney along. Upon the gurney, was a large object, which was covered by a large white sheet, that was draped over it.
The Centurions stopped in front of Cavil, and stepped back two steps, as their red scanners buzzed loudly.
"Is that it? Did he agree to give it to us?" Cavil asked.
In response, the two Centurions pulled the sheet off the object on the gurney, revealing its indentity...
A Clymian Centurion... one of the two "museum pieces", that Captain Fox had kept on board his ship.
Cavil slowly walked around the gurney, absorbing the sight of the ancient shiny bronze warrior. He studied the look of the "face" of the Centurion... a direct cross between old and modern Cylon Centurions... the similarity was too great... that, plus the fact that Captain Fox had Cylon blood had to mean something. It had to be a part of a much larger puzzle. Finally, Cavil straightened up again, and looked to one of the two Centurions.
I want you to see if any of it is recoverable. Take it apart, and see if you can access any data in its memory. Also, see if you can create more of them... I want to see how these things functioned in a unit, if possible." he ordered, as the lead Centurion inclined its head, as if to ackowledge the order, before again leaving, pulling the gurney behind it.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Thanks! I think you'll be surprised at what's to come...
Thanks! I think you'll be surprised at what's to come...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Cylons, Clymians, & Pilgrims, Oh, My" (EP. 011)
CONTINUED...
CYLON BASESTAR
The mammoth black ship held position, in the distance behind Urantia's fleet.
FABRICATION ROOM
The sounds of tools whirring and working filled the air, as the long metal claws of the Cylon Centurions poured over the parts of the Clymian Centurion, examining the head casing, the various data processor boxes, ammunition belts, etc.
As the Cylons worked on the one disassembled Clymian, elsewhere in the factory, were rows and rows of newly fabricated Clymians, all standing neatly in perfect rows, their scanning areas dark and inactive, as their brilliant shiny bronze armor gleamed in the light of the room.
The hand of one Cylon Centurion placed a small black data box in the hand of one of the Simons, who began to walk away, leaving the room.
CONTROL ROOM
Cavil stood over one of the many data tables, as the Simon walked up behind him, causing Cavil to turn, as Simon handed him the small black box, which Cavil took, and began to examine.
"This is it?" Cavil asked, turning the box over in his hand.
"That's it." Simon began. "That's the processor containing all the navigational protocols for the Clymian's spaceflight orientation. All we have to do now, is crack it, and see what we can get." he added.
"Oh... believe me... we'll get it." Cavil began, looking to Simon. "And once we've deciphered the local constellations and star patterns, we'll have a map that takes us directly to Earth." he added, still gazing at Simon.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Battlestar continued to lead the fleet along, over Caprica.
CIC
Admiral Standish stood at the command table, along with the Emilonian military Captains, looking over the layout of Ethem's ship, as Colonel Hindri stood across from them, on the other side of the table.
"We believe that he's now got these full three decks filled." Captain Kline said, pointing to a place on the ship drawings. He's fully separated the men from the women now. We're thinkin' it's a power move... so there's no chance bein' of any of the other men risin' up, and challengin' him." he added.
"But the ship's communications channels are all still open and active?" Standish asked.
"Aye, that they are." Kline replied.
Standish looked up, as Hindri met his look.
"Time to talk." Standish shot, as he picked up the phone from the cradle, and activated the intercom, bringing the transmitter to his lips. "Attention, Prophet Star... this is Urantia Actual. This is the Admiral." he opened, looking to Hindri, as he awaited the reply.
Finally, the reply came, as the radio crackled on, on the other end.
"This is Ethem." the pilgrim leader's com voice began. "What do you want?" he asked.
"Mister Ethem," Standish began, "What do you think you're doing?" he asked.
"I'm restoring my flock's faith in me, lest they be led astray, by someone the likes of you... like some already have. We had a destiny on Kobol... a beautiful, divine, destiny. But there were those among us, who played on fear, to upset that destiny, and get us to leave Kobol, ignoring the will of the Gods almighty. I shan't be lettin' my people go astray again." he stated.
"You're frakkin' delusional, you know that?" Standish spat, softly, but angrily. "Bottom line, Mister Ethem... you will begin releasing the women you've taken, against their will, back to the custody of their husbands and families. Two... you will wait on board the Prophet Star, for our teams to arrive, at which point, you will turn yourself over to our custody, and face charges of kidnapping, and forced confinement. These are your only peaceful options. The other, is to use military force." the Admiral stated.
"Oh... I don't think you're one to be makin' the demands now, Admiral. After I'll I'm the one that's authorizin' the delivery of those medical supplies and help you're needin', for the Itania Express." Ethem shot back.
"Frak it..." Hindri whipered, looking to the table for a second, before looking up at Standish. "I forgot about the medical supplies." he added, in a whipser.
"Mister Ethem..." Standish began, looking to Hindri. "You take one action that threatens the lives or well-being of the people in this fleet, and I absolutely guarantee you, it'll be your last. Urantia OUT." he said, placing the phone back in the cradle.
EMILONIAN TRANSPORT "PROPHET STAR"
FATHER ETHEM'S CHAMBER
Ethem began to bring the phone back down, as he looked to the women that were all gathered in his room, all sitting in rows on the floor, filling the entire room, as two of Ethem's Aides stood at the back wall, standing guard with rifles. He looked to one woman in particular... his prize hostage... Eliza Winnow.
"Seems as though your boyfriend is gettin' himself all worked up, now." he shot, hoping to provoke her.
"You're the one messin' with him." Eliza shot back. "And it'll be you he's killin' when you go pushin' him too far. I'd be advisin' you to be endin' this thing, before it comes to that... he has no argument with you, and neither do I... and you know it. You're just whinin', cause you didn't get your way, back on Kobol." she added, as one of the other pilgrim women made the mistake of letting a chuckle slip out, at Eliza's attack on Ethem.
It was not unnoticed by Ethem, and he pointed to the women who let slip.
"You... bring her!" he said, to the two guards walked over to the woman, and lifted her up by force, as she protested, bringing her to Ethem. He looked the woman over, and then wrapped one arm around her, pulling her close, as he spoke. "You... you're followin' the wrong path, me lass... I think you need to be filled with the spirit." he said, as he began to drag her away.
One woman on the way out tried to step up, and stop Ethem, standing to block his way.
"You be lettin' her go... she's not done anything to you!" the woman plead.
In response, Ethem just roughly pushed the woman away, causing her to fall back, as he looked to her.
"Don't be goin' anywhere, then... you're next." he spat, as he continued to leave with the first woman.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The ship drifted along in space, as a Viper CAP flew patrol alongside the ship.
CIC
The Admiral and Hindri stood at the command table, with the Emilon Captains, as they plotted the strategy for the next phase of events.
"I want a full wing of combat Raptors... have them do an initial recon flyby... determine which decks are occupied, and where. Try to secure an exsisting airlock or access hatch. If not... report back with the best position for deployment, and we'll start cutting through the hull, to get to them." Standish began. "We need to be absolutely sure of Ethem's location... we don't want to risk any hostages getting injured, or worse." he added.
"As soon as his men see that you're from Urantia... they'll be openin' fire." Captain Kline offered, as Standish looked up to face him directly.
"That's why we'll be needing uniforms, Captain Kline." Standish offered, allowing a small smile to escape to the surface.
CYLON BASESTAR
The modern Cylon Centurion emerged from the fabrication room, and into the spacious control room, as Cavil and the other Skinjobs turned to face it.
The Centurion paused, the only sound being that of its loud buzzing red scanner.
"Ah... they're ready, then?" Cavil began, as he began to walk towards the factory, the other Skinjobs following.
As they all entered the fabrication room, the Skinjobs were absolutely amazed at the sight which awaited them...
An entire legion of Clymian Centurions, all brand-new, their brilliant bronze armor shining.
As the two Cylon Centurions stepped back, and stood guard by the entrance, one of the Simons walked up to Cavil.
"They're all finished... all we have to do now, is activate them, and see if anything happens." Simon said.
"Well then, get to it." Cavil ordered, as Simon walked over to the nearby data table, and began inputting instructions.
For a long moment, nothing happened. Finally, the sounds of activity began to be heard, as the Clymians began to move their "fingers" and other extremeties, until finally, their heads began to lift up, and the scanning lights began to activate...
The lead Clymian Centurion's scanner erupted to life, as a bright red spot of light began to glow intensely, before beginning to move from left to right, with an intimidating whiny droning sound, as all the other Clymians followed suit.
However, these were not Cylons... they were Clymians.
Just as Cavil stepped forward, the lead Clymian looked directly at him, and began to speak, with a voice that while totally Cylon in its metallic nature, was different... it was lower-pitched, and far more aggressive.
"Multiple human targets... annihilate! Annihilate!" it called.
With absolutely remarkable speed and precision, every single Clymian in the room drew its gun, and instantly opened fire on every single Skinjob, as the first rounds struck Cavil, slamming into his body, and throwing him back in the air, as blood sprayed from his wounds.
Immediately, the Cylon Centurions rushed into action, storming forward, and returning fire, as the Clymians now shifted their fire to combat the Cylons, charging forward, as both groups of robots slammed together, mixing it up.
The Clymians were absolutely relentless... it was clear that the people on Earth who made them had intentionally programmed them to be absolutely brutal... they had much more powerful ammunition that the Cylons. But when they got too close for gunfire, the Clymians used the other weapon they had... their swords.
As legions of Cylons poured into the room, the Clymians fought their way through, shooting, as dozens upon dozens of Cylons fell, either in one piece, or in many. Some Clymians stabbed their way through the Cylon army, piercing the chrome armor of the Cylons with their long swords, as the Cylons fell to the ground, sparking.
The Clymians now made their way into the control room, and shot at anything that dared stop them, leaving a wake of bloody and dead Skinjobs, and fallen Centurions on the floor, as they made their rush to the next room... the room that housed all the Cylon downlaod chanmbers.
The download room was almost pitch-black dark, as all the download pools were now dim and empty. As the Clymians began to march through the dark room, scanning the dark suuroundings as they walked, one Clymian Centurion spotted a data chip, on a table. For some reason, the Clymian picked up the chip, and scanned it with its red roving eye.
After scanning it, the Clymian walked over to one of the download pools, and inserted the chip into its slot.
The face of the Clymian looked at the pool of liquid, as now the reflection of the activation lights, and the shimmering of the light on the liquid could be seen, reflecting off of the Clymian's bronze aromor, as the Clymian took in the sight before it, as the red scanner roved from side to side.
Finally, from the edge of the download pool, a single arm thrust itself up, and grabbed ahold of the side of the pool, dripping the slimy white download fluid over the pool's edge.
A second later, a head began to emerge, and the occupant of the pool began to look up...
A very slimy, very cold, and very angry-looking D'anna looked up, at the form standing before her, with angry eyes, as she shivered in the cold pool, and dark room...
The Clymian's face loomed large in front of D'anna's eyes, staring at her, with almost childish curiosity, as its red scanner suddenly stopped moving, and paused, at dead-center, glowing an intense red, as it looked into D'anna's eyes...
TO BE CONTINUED...
CONTINUED...
CYLON BASESTAR
The mammoth black ship held position, in the distance behind Urantia's fleet.
FABRICATION ROOM
The sounds of tools whirring and working filled the air, as the long metal claws of the Cylon Centurions poured over the parts of the Clymian Centurion, examining the head casing, the various data processor boxes, ammunition belts, etc.
As the Cylons worked on the one disassembled Clymian, elsewhere in the factory, were rows and rows of newly fabricated Clymians, all standing neatly in perfect rows, their scanning areas dark and inactive, as their brilliant shiny bronze armor gleamed in the light of the room.
The hand of one Cylon Centurion placed a small black data box in the hand of one of the Simons, who began to walk away, leaving the room.
CONTROL ROOM
Cavil stood over one of the many data tables, as the Simon walked up behind him, causing Cavil to turn, as Simon handed him the small black box, which Cavil took, and began to examine.
"This is it?" Cavil asked, turning the box over in his hand.
"That's it." Simon began. "That's the processor containing all the navigational protocols for the Clymian's spaceflight orientation. All we have to do now, is crack it, and see what we can get." he added.
"Oh... believe me... we'll get it." Cavil began, looking to Simon. "And once we've deciphered the local constellations and star patterns, we'll have a map that takes us directly to Earth." he added, still gazing at Simon.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Battlestar continued to lead the fleet along, over Caprica.
CIC
Admiral Standish stood at the command table, along with the Emilonian military Captains, looking over the layout of Ethem's ship, as Colonel Hindri stood across from them, on the other side of the table.
"We believe that he's now got these full three decks filled." Captain Kline said, pointing to a place on the ship drawings. He's fully separated the men from the women now. We're thinkin' it's a power move... so there's no chance bein' of any of the other men risin' up, and challengin' him." he added.
"But the ship's communications channels are all still open and active?" Standish asked.
"Aye, that they are." Kline replied.
Standish looked up, as Hindri met his look.
"Time to talk." Standish shot, as he picked up the phone from the cradle, and activated the intercom, bringing the transmitter to his lips. "Attention, Prophet Star... this is Urantia Actual. This is the Admiral." he opened, looking to Hindri, as he awaited the reply.
Finally, the reply came, as the radio crackled on, on the other end.
"This is Ethem." the pilgrim leader's com voice began. "What do you want?" he asked.
"Mister Ethem," Standish began, "What do you think you're doing?" he asked.
"I'm restoring my flock's faith in me, lest they be led astray, by someone the likes of you... like some already have. We had a destiny on Kobol... a beautiful, divine, destiny. But there were those among us, who played on fear, to upset that destiny, and get us to leave Kobol, ignoring the will of the Gods almighty. I shan't be lettin' my people go astray again." he stated.
"You're frakkin' delusional, you know that?" Standish spat, softly, but angrily. "Bottom line, Mister Ethem... you will begin releasing the women you've taken, against their will, back to the custody of their husbands and families. Two... you will wait on board the Prophet Star, for our teams to arrive, at which point, you will turn yourself over to our custody, and face charges of kidnapping, and forced confinement. These are your only peaceful options. The other, is to use military force." the Admiral stated.
"Oh... I don't think you're one to be makin' the demands now, Admiral. After I'll I'm the one that's authorizin' the delivery of those medical supplies and help you're needin', for the Itania Express." Ethem shot back.
"Frak it..." Hindri whipered, looking to the table for a second, before looking up at Standish. "I forgot about the medical supplies." he added, in a whipser.
"Mister Ethem..." Standish began, looking to Hindri. "You take one action that threatens the lives or well-being of the people in this fleet, and I absolutely guarantee you, it'll be your last. Urantia OUT." he said, placing the phone back in the cradle.
EMILONIAN TRANSPORT "PROPHET STAR"
FATHER ETHEM'S CHAMBER
Ethem began to bring the phone back down, as he looked to the women that were all gathered in his room, all sitting in rows on the floor, filling the entire room, as two of Ethem's Aides stood at the back wall, standing guard with rifles. He looked to one woman in particular... his prize hostage... Eliza Winnow.
"Seems as though your boyfriend is gettin' himself all worked up, now." he shot, hoping to provoke her.
"You're the one messin' with him." Eliza shot back. "And it'll be you he's killin' when you go pushin' him too far. I'd be advisin' you to be endin' this thing, before it comes to that... he has no argument with you, and neither do I... and you know it. You're just whinin', cause you didn't get your way, back on Kobol." she added, as one of the other pilgrim women made the mistake of letting a chuckle slip out, at Eliza's attack on Ethem.
It was not unnoticed by Ethem, and he pointed to the women who let slip.
"You... bring her!" he said, to the two guards walked over to the woman, and lifted her up by force, as she protested, bringing her to Ethem. He looked the woman over, and then wrapped one arm around her, pulling her close, as he spoke. "You... you're followin' the wrong path, me lass... I think you need to be filled with the spirit." he said, as he began to drag her away.
One woman on the way out tried to step up, and stop Ethem, standing to block his way.
"You be lettin' her go... she's not done anything to you!" the woman plead.
In response, Ethem just roughly pushed the woman away, causing her to fall back, as he looked to her.
"Don't be goin' anywhere, then... you're next." he spat, as he continued to leave with the first woman.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The ship drifted along in space, as a Viper CAP flew patrol alongside the ship.
CIC
The Admiral and Hindri stood at the command table, with the Emilon Captains, as they plotted the strategy for the next phase of events.
"I want a full wing of combat Raptors... have them do an initial recon flyby... determine which decks are occupied, and where. Try to secure an exsisting airlock or access hatch. If not... report back with the best position for deployment, and we'll start cutting through the hull, to get to them." Standish began. "We need to be absolutely sure of Ethem's location... we don't want to risk any hostages getting injured, or worse." he added.
"As soon as his men see that you're from Urantia... they'll be openin' fire." Captain Kline offered, as Standish looked up to face him directly.
"That's why we'll be needing uniforms, Captain Kline." Standish offered, allowing a small smile to escape to the surface.
CYLON BASESTAR
The modern Cylon Centurion emerged from the fabrication room, and into the spacious control room, as Cavil and the other Skinjobs turned to face it.
The Centurion paused, the only sound being that of its loud buzzing red scanner.
"Ah... they're ready, then?" Cavil began, as he began to walk towards the factory, the other Skinjobs following.
As they all entered the fabrication room, the Skinjobs were absolutely amazed at the sight which awaited them...
An entire legion of Clymian Centurions, all brand-new, their brilliant bronze armor shining.
As the two Cylon Centurions stepped back, and stood guard by the entrance, one of the Simons walked up to Cavil.
"They're all finished... all we have to do now, is activate them, and see if anything happens." Simon said.
"Well then, get to it." Cavil ordered, as Simon walked over to the nearby data table, and began inputting instructions.
For a long moment, nothing happened. Finally, the sounds of activity began to be heard, as the Clymians began to move their "fingers" and other extremeties, until finally, their heads began to lift up, and the scanning lights began to activate...
The lead Clymian Centurion's scanner erupted to life, as a bright red spot of light began to glow intensely, before beginning to move from left to right, with an intimidating whiny droning sound, as all the other Clymians followed suit.
However, these were not Cylons... they were Clymians.
Just as Cavil stepped forward, the lead Clymian looked directly at him, and began to speak, with a voice that while totally Cylon in its metallic nature, was different... it was lower-pitched, and far more aggressive.
"Multiple human targets... annihilate! Annihilate!" it called.
With absolutely remarkable speed and precision, every single Clymian in the room drew its gun, and instantly opened fire on every single Skinjob, as the first rounds struck Cavil, slamming into his body, and throwing him back in the air, as blood sprayed from his wounds.
Immediately, the Cylon Centurions rushed into action, storming forward, and returning fire, as the Clymians now shifted their fire to combat the Cylons, charging forward, as both groups of robots slammed together, mixing it up.
The Clymians were absolutely relentless... it was clear that the people on Earth who made them had intentionally programmed them to be absolutely brutal... they had much more powerful ammunition that the Cylons. But when they got too close for gunfire, the Clymians used the other weapon they had... their swords.
As legions of Cylons poured into the room, the Clymians fought their way through, shooting, as dozens upon dozens of Cylons fell, either in one piece, or in many. Some Clymians stabbed their way through the Cylon army, piercing the chrome armor of the Cylons with their long swords, as the Cylons fell to the ground, sparking.
The Clymians now made their way into the control room, and shot at anything that dared stop them, leaving a wake of bloody and dead Skinjobs, and fallen Centurions on the floor, as they made their rush to the next room... the room that housed all the Cylon downlaod chanmbers.
The download room was almost pitch-black dark, as all the download pools were now dim and empty. As the Clymians began to march through the dark room, scanning the dark suuroundings as they walked, one Clymian Centurion spotted a data chip, on a table. For some reason, the Clymian picked up the chip, and scanned it with its red roving eye.
After scanning it, the Clymian walked over to one of the download pools, and inserted the chip into its slot.
The face of the Clymian looked at the pool of liquid, as now the reflection of the activation lights, and the shimmering of the light on the liquid could be seen, reflecting off of the Clymian's bronze aromor, as the Clymian took in the sight before it, as the red scanner roved from side to side.
Finally, from the edge of the download pool, a single arm thrust itself up, and grabbed ahold of the side of the pool, dripping the slimy white download fluid over the pool's edge.
A second later, a head began to emerge, and the occupant of the pool began to look up...
A very slimy, very cold, and very angry-looking D'anna looked up, at the form standing before her, with angry eyes, as she shivered in the cold pool, and dark room...
The Clymian's face loomed large in front of D'anna's eyes, staring at her, with almost childish curiosity, as its red scanner suddenly stopped moving, and paused, at dead-center, glowing an intense red, as it looked into D'anna's eyes...
TO BE CONTINUED...
Hehe... indeed.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Cylons, Clymians, & Pilgrims, Oh, My" (EP. 011)
CONTINUED...
CYLON BASESTAR
DOWNLOAD CHAMBER
The red light of the Clymian's scanner continued to focus on D'anna, as the cold, slippery, and angry woman now began to rise, standing up in the pool of ooze, as the Clymian Centurion watched, its scanner now once again, roving from side to side.
Unashamedly, D'anna let her arms fall to her sides, bearing her full naked form to the Clymians, as she looked directly at the Centurion before her.
For a very long moment of awkward silence, there was no activity. Finally, the Clymian very cautiously put one leg forward, and took a step closer to D'anna's pool, as in the background, the other Clymian Centurions watched, not taking any action of their own.
After a moment, D'anna decided to test the waters... she had never seen any Cylon Centurion that looked like this, yet here she was, cold, naked, and slimy, standing in a download pool, facing this unique new Centurion, which had for whatever reason, managed to bring her out of cold storage, and back to life. She extended her right arm out, in invitation for the Centurion to take it.
The Clymian looked down to her hand, and then back up to her face, as its scanner droned loudly. Finally, with caution, it stepped forward, and extended its own arm, taking D'anna by the hand, and leading her out of the download pool, and onto the cold hard floor.
Finally, the Clymian spoke, breaking the silence...
"Register identity." it commanded, in a very metallic and low voice.
D'anna looked to the Clymian with confused interest... even its voice was like no Cylon model she knew... this Centurion's voice was lower, darker... more menacing.
"I'm Cylon organic model Number Thre-- AH!" she began, but was cut off by the short bite of pain she felt, as her inner fingers were cut, by a sharp edge of the Clymian's hand armor.
D'anna withdrew her hand, to notice fresh red blood appearing, where the cut was.
The Clymian looked down at its own hand, at the Cylon blood that D'anna's hand had left, and its red scanner droned loudly, as it analyzed the contents of the blood. Finally, the Clymian looked back up at D'anna, and stepped back, assuming an inspection posture...
"All enemy targets have been annihilated... it is done, Valorious Leader... as you command." it reported.
"All targets?" D'anna repeated.
The other Clymians now began to walk back over to the one that was engaging D'anna, as it replied to her question.
"Multiple human targets annihilated. Multiple enemy Clymian targets annihilated. As you command." it repeated.
It was then, that D'anna began to adjust to the dark, and her surroundings, and was able to look about with her eyes... she looked to the entrance, that led to the control room, and saw the dead forms of numerous Skinjobs and Centurions in the entryway, the darkness of their bodies in stark contrast with the bright white light that was spilling in, from the control room. The fact that Cavil was among the dead was not lost on her.
"They're... ALL dead?" she asked.
"Affirmative." the Clymian stated.
D'anna needed to know where these new Centurions came from, and what they were doing here. They were obviously Cylon, but who made them?
"What is your current location?" she asked the Clymian.
"Unknown." it replied.
"What is your last known location?" she asked.
"Earth." the Centurion replied simply, as D'anna now looked right at the Clymian, staring right into its scanner, as it returned her look, the scanning light roving from side to side.
TO BE CONTINUED...
CONTINUED...
CYLON BASESTAR
DOWNLOAD CHAMBER
The red light of the Clymian's scanner continued to focus on D'anna, as the cold, slippery, and angry woman now began to rise, standing up in the pool of ooze, as the Clymian Centurion watched, its scanner now once again, roving from side to side.
Unashamedly, D'anna let her arms fall to her sides, bearing her full naked form to the Clymians, as she looked directly at the Centurion before her.
For a very long moment of awkward silence, there was no activity. Finally, the Clymian very cautiously put one leg forward, and took a step closer to D'anna's pool, as in the background, the other Clymian Centurions watched, not taking any action of their own.
After a moment, D'anna decided to test the waters... she had never seen any Cylon Centurion that looked like this, yet here she was, cold, naked, and slimy, standing in a download pool, facing this unique new Centurion, which had for whatever reason, managed to bring her out of cold storage, and back to life. She extended her right arm out, in invitation for the Centurion to take it.
The Clymian looked down to her hand, and then back up to her face, as its scanner droned loudly. Finally, with caution, it stepped forward, and extended its own arm, taking D'anna by the hand, and leading her out of the download pool, and onto the cold hard floor.
Finally, the Clymian spoke, breaking the silence...
"Register identity." it commanded, in a very metallic and low voice.
D'anna looked to the Clymian with confused interest... even its voice was like no Cylon model she knew... this Centurion's voice was lower, darker... more menacing.
"I'm Cylon organic model Number Thre-- AH!" she began, but was cut off by the short bite of pain she felt, as her inner fingers were cut, by a sharp edge of the Clymian's hand armor.
D'anna withdrew her hand, to notice fresh red blood appearing, where the cut was.
The Clymian looked down at its own hand, at the Cylon blood that D'anna's hand had left, and its red scanner droned loudly, as it analyzed the contents of the blood. Finally, the Clymian looked back up at D'anna, and stepped back, assuming an inspection posture...
"All enemy targets have been annihilated... it is done, Valorious Leader... as you command." it reported.
"All targets?" D'anna repeated.
The other Clymians now began to walk back over to the one that was engaging D'anna, as it replied to her question.
"Multiple human targets annihilated. Multiple enemy Clymian targets annihilated. As you command." it repeated.
It was then, that D'anna began to adjust to the dark, and her surroundings, and was able to look about with her eyes... she looked to the entrance, that led to the control room, and saw the dead forms of numerous Skinjobs and Centurions in the entryway, the darkness of their bodies in stark contrast with the bright white light that was spilling in, from the control room. The fact that Cavil was among the dead was not lost on her.
"They're... ALL dead?" she asked.
"Affirmative." the Clymian stated.
D'anna needed to know where these new Centurions came from, and what they were doing here. They were obviously Cylon, but who made them?
"What is your current location?" she asked the Clymian.
"Unknown." it replied.
"What is your last known location?" she asked.
"Earth." the Centurion replied simply, as D'anna now looked right at the Clymian, staring right into its scanner, as it returned her look, the scanning light roving from side to side.
TO BE CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Cylons, Clymians, & Pilgrims, Oh, My" (EP. 011)
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The ship and its fleet maintained orbit over Caprica, as a group of five combat Raptors flew away from Urantia, and fired their thrusters, rushing towards their target... the Prophet Star.
ADMIRAL STANDISH'S CABIN
The hatch to the Admiral's Cabin was fully open, as the two Marines stood guard, while inside, the Admiral and Captain Kline spoke, as the Admiral tried to fit himself into one of the elaborate Emilonian Navy uniforms.
"And we know now, there there have been indications of abuse on the ship... verbal, physical, and... sexual." Kline stated, as Standish looked to him, with a serious look on his face, midpoint in pulling the pants up. "Our outside teams have picked up sounds of women crying... screaming..." he added.
"Nobody's been killed yet, as far as you know?" Standish added, as both men turned to face a new arrival into the cabin... Grae Azaire.
At the sight of the Admiral trying to fit into his uniform, Grae let a small laugh slip out, as Kline answered Standish.
"Aye, 'far as we're knowin' Ethem's not killed any of the hostages yet. We're thinkin' this is a power grab... he is tryin' to assert his dominace as both pilgrim leader, and the head male figure of his flock." Kline replied.
"Don't you have somewhere else you could be?" Standish saked Grae, looking to her, as he slipped the overcoat of the uniform on.
"Maybe. But I'm here now. Nice threads." she added, smiling.
"Don't start." Standish warned her, half-playfully. "What do you need?" he asked.
"I just wanted to wish you luck... and to say to be careful. You sure you want to lead the charge yourself?" Grae asked.
"I have to." Standish replied, walking over to his locker, and producing his two backup sidearms, and checking them, before hosltering them, as he turned to Grae.
"Can't live without her, huh?" she asked.
"I won't live without her." he replied, now looking to Kline, with his hand out. "Hat!" he called, as Kline tossed him the hat to complete the uniform. Standish carefully placed the hat on his head, and adjusted it, looking to Grae. "Well?" he asked.
"You look just like a Captain, from the glory days of sail." Grae replied, forcing herself not to laugh more.
"Aye... though there's one more finishin' touch to be had." Kline said, throwing a pair of golden pips to the Admiral, who looked at them. "Admiral's stars." Kline added.
With a slight chuckle, Standish put the pips on, and looked to both people.
"Fine... let's go free some hostages." he stated, as he began to walk out of the room.
PORT FLIGHT POD
A single combat Raptor began to exit the Battlestar, as two Vipers took escort position on either side of the Raptor, guiding it out of the ship, and following it, as it angled towards the Prophet Star.
EMILONIAN TRANSPORT "PROPHET STAR"
FATHER ETHEM'S CHAMBER
The sounds of women crying and some soft talking filled the darkened room, as one of Ethem's Aides walked up to him, rifle in hand, to deliver a report.
"Sir... we've spotted Colonial Raptors outside. We have reason to believe they may already have a hard seal on our hull." the man stated, as Ethem looked to him.
"Standish?" Ethem asked.
The Aide shook his head.
"No, Sir... from what we could see, the people on board appeared to be Emilonian... no Colonials were seen." the man stated.
"Hmmm... Standish must be letting Kline's people use the craft." Ethem began, looking to his Aide. "Station people at all the entrance points... if anyone tries to enter, open fire." he instructed, as the man nodded, walking off.
PROPHET STAR CORRIDOR
Cautiously, Standisn's team peered around the corner, to see a group of five of Ethem's men, all with rifles, slowly walking in a close patrol of the corridor junction.
Standish turned to one of his Marines, and nodded, as the Marine then produced a group of two small canisters, which he trew around the corner.
The Aides reacted, as they heard the clanking canisters roll to a stop at the center of the corridor, and watched, as smoke suddenly began to spew from them. Seconds later, the men were coughing, and kneeling down, the rapidly spreading cloud of thick haze, which blocked out all visibility.
FATHER ETHEM'S CHAMBER
Outside the chamber, at the door, the Guards heard the coughing of the men around the corner, and then saw the expanding cloud of smoke, as it began to head in their direction.
Just then, Standish's team rounded the corner, and upon sighting them, the Guards raised their rifles, and opened fire.
Inside the chamber, the women gathered close inside, began to scream and cry, at the loud sounds of gunfire from outside the door, as Ethem looked to the door with alarm in his eyes.
Suddenly, a familiar voice was piped through the ship's comm system...
"Ethem... this is Standish. We're on board your ship. We'll be at your location within five minutes... you have this ONE chance, to come out, and surrender yourself peacefully, to my men, and release your hostages. Standish out." the Admiral's voice stated.
Ethem looked around, as the two Aides in the room rushed to the door, in anticipation of defending the room, as the womenfolk all began to get up, and rush for the far wall, on the opposite side of the room, crying.
Finally, Ethem realized that it was all over... he had lost his influence. On Kobol, he had failed to persuade his flock to remain on the planet, and return to their roots, and he had failed here, to assert his authority, by trying to take away the voices that would call out against him. Quickly, he turned, and headed into the small adjoining room, closing the door behind him. Several seconds later, from behind the door, a single gunshot was heard.
Just then, the door to the chamber was cracked open, and another two smoke canisters entered the room, and began to fill the room with thick fog, as the sounds of gunfire were now heard from within the thick haze, as various blurry flashes of hazy light could be made out, as the various guns fired, as the women in the room screamed.
Finally, after over a dozen shots, all was silent, and very gradually, the fog began to settle, and the shadowy forms of a few men in Emilonian uniforms could be seen, moving about, while the light from the doorway highlighted one form in particular...
"It's all right!" one of the Urantia Marines called out, from the haze. "You can get up... everything's under control!" the man called out.
As the women began to rise, and stand against the wall, Eliza Winnow got up, and looked to the form coming towards her, as the haze now began to vanish completely...
Admiral Standish walked up to her, and paused right in front of her, as she looked him over, taking in the sight of him in his Emilonian Navy finery, as behind her, the other pilgrim women also looked to him, with relieved surprise.
"Well..." Eliza began. "Don't you look smashing, then?" she asked, as Standish smiled slightly. "Do I have you to thank for this rescue?" she added, as Standish put his arms around her, and pulled her close to him.
"Aye... that you do, melady. Besides, you rescued me, when I was in trouble." Standish replied softly, looking into her eyes.
"I'll be thankin' you, then." Eliza began, playing with him, as she ran her fingers over his uniform, looking to him. "It was gettin' right cramped and stuffy on this ship." she added.
"Well..." the Admiral began. "Plenty of room on my ship." he added. "You ought to consider moving there... so you won't feel so claustrophobic in the future."
"Is that a marriage proposal, then?" Eliza asked, looking into the Admiral's eyes.
"What do you say?" Standish asked her.
The room suddenly fell totally silent, as the pilgrim women in the background all looked to Eliza, their eyes wide, and big smiles on their faces. After a long silence, one of the women, called out to Eliza, unable to contain herself.
"Frak it, Eliza, say yes!" she called.
At that, Standish had to lift his eyes to look at the women for a second, before looking back to Eliza.
"You ought to listen to your friend... she's has your best interest at heart." he said softly, as Eliza gazed into his eyes, playfully making him wait for his answer.
"Is that a fact?" she asked.
"It is." Standish replied.
"Very well then... in that case, my answer is yes." she said.
"Yes?" Standish asked, his smile widening.
"Yes!" Eliza replied, also wearing a huge smile.
With that, Standish embraced Eliza hard, using his embrace to lift her off the ground, as they kissed, passionately, as the pilgrim women behind Eliza all began to cheer and clap.
Standish finally set her back down, as they looked to each other for a moment, before again kissing.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA
STARBOARD HANGAR DECK
All along both sides of the hangar deck, numerous tall banners of the Emilon colony hung from the ceiling, as in the center of the deck, a makeshift wedding stage had been set up, as rows upon rows of people stood in attendance.
"...And so, by the power vested in me by the Gods, I proclaim you to be husband and wife, for this life, and for the eternity beyond. May the Gods bless you. You may kiss the bride." the Priest announced, as Standish turned to Eliza, and kissed her, causing the assembled masses to cheer, as the band began to play a loud and cheerful instrumental pilgrim dance.
The two newlyweds drank in the sight of each other, unable to believe that it was really happening... they were now husband and wife.
"Well..." Eliza began. "Eliza Standish... that'll take some gettin' used to." she offered, smiling slightly, as Tyler held her close.
"All I care, is that you call yourself my wife... it matters not which name you choose." he said, looking into her eyes.
Just then, the two were distracted, by a small group of people coming up to them... Colonel Hindri, Commander McAllister, Grae, and Captain Kline.
"Congratulation, Sir." Hindri offered, shaking Tyler's hand. "Mrs. Standish." Hindri added, nodding to Eliza.
"Likewise, Tyler... congratulations." McAllister offered, also shaking hands with Tyler, as he faced Eliza. "You keep him in line, now... don't let him get into any trouble." he offered, smiling.
"Oh, don't you be worryin'... he'll be taken care of, good an' proper." she replied, looking to Tyler.
"Nice going, old man." Grae began, shaking her Admiral's hand. "You finally popped the question to her... it was a long time coming." she added.
"Thank you." Tyler replied.
"You're always welcome, with us." Eliza began. "You don't even have to be askin'... if you need a place to be callin' home, you just come on over, and that's final." she added, looking to Grae.
"Here, here." Standish added.
Grae had to fight back tears, as she smiled, looking to the Admiral.
"Maybe I'll take you two up on that... after the honeymoon." she replied, as she and the others now walked off to where the food was.
"Well, like the others said... congratulations, Admiral." Captain Kline offered, looking to the groups of pilgrims dancing by the band that was playing. "Ahh... it does me good to see people havin' fun again. Good to have a reason to celebrate... some good news. Just look at everyone, man and maiden, rejoicing at the dance." he stated.
At the remark "rejoicing at the dance", Standish looked to Kline, his eyes wide, as he suddenly remembered that the Hybrid on the Basestar had spoken those very same words to him... had told him that false prophets would soon fall, and that maidens would rejoice at the dance. All of what the Hybrid had said, had come to pass. The Hybrid had also said that she had seen his life. If that were true, how was it possible?
Standish decided to address those questions later. Right now, he had the woman that for the first time he TRULY loved, as his new wife, and a joyous party. He was going to enjoy this moment. With his arm around his new wife, he led her towards where the people were dancing, to have his wedding dance with her.
TO BE CONTINUED...
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The ship and its fleet maintained orbit over Caprica, as a group of five combat Raptors flew away from Urantia, and fired their thrusters, rushing towards their target... the Prophet Star.
ADMIRAL STANDISH'S CABIN
The hatch to the Admiral's Cabin was fully open, as the two Marines stood guard, while inside, the Admiral and Captain Kline spoke, as the Admiral tried to fit himself into one of the elaborate Emilonian Navy uniforms.
"And we know now, there there have been indications of abuse on the ship... verbal, physical, and... sexual." Kline stated, as Standish looked to him, with a serious look on his face, midpoint in pulling the pants up. "Our outside teams have picked up sounds of women crying... screaming..." he added.
"Nobody's been killed yet, as far as you know?" Standish added, as both men turned to face a new arrival into the cabin... Grae Azaire.
At the sight of the Admiral trying to fit into his uniform, Grae let a small laugh slip out, as Kline answered Standish.
"Aye, 'far as we're knowin' Ethem's not killed any of the hostages yet. We're thinkin' this is a power grab... he is tryin' to assert his dominace as both pilgrim leader, and the head male figure of his flock." Kline replied.
"Don't you have somewhere else you could be?" Standish saked Grae, looking to her, as he slipped the overcoat of the uniform on.
"Maybe. But I'm here now. Nice threads." she added, smiling.
"Don't start." Standish warned her, half-playfully. "What do you need?" he asked.
"I just wanted to wish you luck... and to say to be careful. You sure you want to lead the charge yourself?" Grae asked.
"I have to." Standish replied, walking over to his locker, and producing his two backup sidearms, and checking them, before hosltering them, as he turned to Grae.
"Can't live without her, huh?" she asked.
"I won't live without her." he replied, now looking to Kline, with his hand out. "Hat!" he called, as Kline tossed him the hat to complete the uniform. Standish carefully placed the hat on his head, and adjusted it, looking to Grae. "Well?" he asked.
"You look just like a Captain, from the glory days of sail." Grae replied, forcing herself not to laugh more.
"Aye... though there's one more finishin' touch to be had." Kline said, throwing a pair of golden pips to the Admiral, who looked at them. "Admiral's stars." Kline added.
With a slight chuckle, Standish put the pips on, and looked to both people.
"Fine... let's go free some hostages." he stated, as he began to walk out of the room.
PORT FLIGHT POD
A single combat Raptor began to exit the Battlestar, as two Vipers took escort position on either side of the Raptor, guiding it out of the ship, and following it, as it angled towards the Prophet Star.
EMILONIAN TRANSPORT "PROPHET STAR"
FATHER ETHEM'S CHAMBER
The sounds of women crying and some soft talking filled the darkened room, as one of Ethem's Aides walked up to him, rifle in hand, to deliver a report.
"Sir... we've spotted Colonial Raptors outside. We have reason to believe they may already have a hard seal on our hull." the man stated, as Ethem looked to him.
"Standish?" Ethem asked.
The Aide shook his head.
"No, Sir... from what we could see, the people on board appeared to be Emilonian... no Colonials were seen." the man stated.
"Hmmm... Standish must be letting Kline's people use the craft." Ethem began, looking to his Aide. "Station people at all the entrance points... if anyone tries to enter, open fire." he instructed, as the man nodded, walking off.
PROPHET STAR CORRIDOR
Cautiously, Standisn's team peered around the corner, to see a group of five of Ethem's men, all with rifles, slowly walking in a close patrol of the corridor junction.
Standish turned to one of his Marines, and nodded, as the Marine then produced a group of two small canisters, which he trew around the corner.
The Aides reacted, as they heard the clanking canisters roll to a stop at the center of the corridor, and watched, as smoke suddenly began to spew from them. Seconds later, the men were coughing, and kneeling down, the rapidly spreading cloud of thick haze, which blocked out all visibility.
FATHER ETHEM'S CHAMBER
Outside the chamber, at the door, the Guards heard the coughing of the men around the corner, and then saw the expanding cloud of smoke, as it began to head in their direction.
Just then, Standish's team rounded the corner, and upon sighting them, the Guards raised their rifles, and opened fire.
Inside the chamber, the women gathered close inside, began to scream and cry, at the loud sounds of gunfire from outside the door, as Ethem looked to the door with alarm in his eyes.
Suddenly, a familiar voice was piped through the ship's comm system...
"Ethem... this is Standish. We're on board your ship. We'll be at your location within five minutes... you have this ONE chance, to come out, and surrender yourself peacefully, to my men, and release your hostages. Standish out." the Admiral's voice stated.
Ethem looked around, as the two Aides in the room rushed to the door, in anticipation of defending the room, as the womenfolk all began to get up, and rush for the far wall, on the opposite side of the room, crying.
Finally, Ethem realized that it was all over... he had lost his influence. On Kobol, he had failed to persuade his flock to remain on the planet, and return to their roots, and he had failed here, to assert his authority, by trying to take away the voices that would call out against him. Quickly, he turned, and headed into the small adjoining room, closing the door behind him. Several seconds later, from behind the door, a single gunshot was heard.
Just then, the door to the chamber was cracked open, and another two smoke canisters entered the room, and began to fill the room with thick fog, as the sounds of gunfire were now heard from within the thick haze, as various blurry flashes of hazy light could be made out, as the various guns fired, as the women in the room screamed.
Finally, after over a dozen shots, all was silent, and very gradually, the fog began to settle, and the shadowy forms of a few men in Emilonian uniforms could be seen, moving about, while the light from the doorway highlighted one form in particular...
"It's all right!" one of the Urantia Marines called out, from the haze. "You can get up... everything's under control!" the man called out.
As the women began to rise, and stand against the wall, Eliza Winnow got up, and looked to the form coming towards her, as the haze now began to vanish completely...
Admiral Standish walked up to her, and paused right in front of her, as she looked him over, taking in the sight of him in his Emilonian Navy finery, as behind her, the other pilgrim women also looked to him, with relieved surprise.
"Well..." Eliza began. "Don't you look smashing, then?" she asked, as Standish smiled slightly. "Do I have you to thank for this rescue?" she added, as Standish put his arms around her, and pulled her close to him.
"Aye... that you do, melady. Besides, you rescued me, when I was in trouble." Standish replied softly, looking into her eyes.
"I'll be thankin' you, then." Eliza began, playing with him, as she ran her fingers over his uniform, looking to him. "It was gettin' right cramped and stuffy on this ship." she added.
"Well..." the Admiral began. "Plenty of room on my ship." he added. "You ought to consider moving there... so you won't feel so claustrophobic in the future."
"Is that a marriage proposal, then?" Eliza asked, looking into the Admiral's eyes.
"What do you say?" Standish asked her.
The room suddenly fell totally silent, as the pilgrim women in the background all looked to Eliza, their eyes wide, and big smiles on their faces. After a long silence, one of the women, called out to Eliza, unable to contain herself.
"Frak it, Eliza, say yes!" she called.
At that, Standish had to lift his eyes to look at the women for a second, before looking back to Eliza.
"You ought to listen to your friend... she's has your best interest at heart." he said softly, as Eliza gazed into his eyes, playfully making him wait for his answer.
"Is that a fact?" she asked.
"It is." Standish replied.
"Very well then... in that case, my answer is yes." she said.
"Yes?" Standish asked, his smile widening.
"Yes!" Eliza replied, also wearing a huge smile.
With that, Standish embraced Eliza hard, using his embrace to lift her off the ground, as they kissed, passionately, as the pilgrim women behind Eliza all began to cheer and clap.
Standish finally set her back down, as they looked to each other for a moment, before again kissing.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA
STARBOARD HANGAR DECK
All along both sides of the hangar deck, numerous tall banners of the Emilon colony hung from the ceiling, as in the center of the deck, a makeshift wedding stage had been set up, as rows upon rows of people stood in attendance.
"...And so, by the power vested in me by the Gods, I proclaim you to be husband and wife, for this life, and for the eternity beyond. May the Gods bless you. You may kiss the bride." the Priest announced, as Standish turned to Eliza, and kissed her, causing the assembled masses to cheer, as the band began to play a loud and cheerful instrumental pilgrim dance.
The two newlyweds drank in the sight of each other, unable to believe that it was really happening... they were now husband and wife.
"Well..." Eliza began. "Eliza Standish... that'll take some gettin' used to." she offered, smiling slightly, as Tyler held her close.
"All I care, is that you call yourself my wife... it matters not which name you choose." he said, looking into her eyes.
Just then, the two were distracted, by a small group of people coming up to them... Colonel Hindri, Commander McAllister, Grae, and Captain Kline.
"Congratulation, Sir." Hindri offered, shaking Tyler's hand. "Mrs. Standish." Hindri added, nodding to Eliza.
"Likewise, Tyler... congratulations." McAllister offered, also shaking hands with Tyler, as he faced Eliza. "You keep him in line, now... don't let him get into any trouble." he offered, smiling.
"Oh, don't you be worryin'... he'll be taken care of, good an' proper." she replied, looking to Tyler.
"Nice going, old man." Grae began, shaking her Admiral's hand. "You finally popped the question to her... it was a long time coming." she added.
"Thank you." Tyler replied.
"You're always welcome, with us." Eliza began. "You don't even have to be askin'... if you need a place to be callin' home, you just come on over, and that's final." she added, looking to Grae.
"Here, here." Standish added.
Grae had to fight back tears, as she smiled, looking to the Admiral.
"Maybe I'll take you two up on that... after the honeymoon." she replied, as she and the others now walked off to where the food was.
"Well, like the others said... congratulations, Admiral." Captain Kline offered, looking to the groups of pilgrims dancing by the band that was playing. "Ahh... it does me good to see people havin' fun again. Good to have a reason to celebrate... some good news. Just look at everyone, man and maiden, rejoicing at the dance." he stated.
At the remark "rejoicing at the dance", Standish looked to Kline, his eyes wide, as he suddenly remembered that the Hybrid on the Basestar had spoken those very same words to him... had told him that false prophets would soon fall, and that maidens would rejoice at the dance. All of what the Hybrid had said, had come to pass. The Hybrid had also said that she had seen his life. If that were true, how was it possible?
Standish decided to address those questions later. Right now, he had the woman that for the first time he TRULY loved, as his new wife, and a joyous party. He was going to enjoy this moment. With his arm around his new wife, he led her towards where the people were dancing, to have his wedding dance with her.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Thanks.
Regarding the Hybrids... they soon will know... that ONE of the 3's has been revived, because D'anna is the only one. That will result in the return of Cavil, which means...
D'anna's Basestar is just a few thousand kilometers from Standish's ship, and a ship with Cavil is about to arrive... two men that royally frakked her up. I'd say she'll be havin' a score to settle...
The Hybrids are about to spill the beans on the whole story to Standish... EVERYTHING, literally. He is about to know it all... Kobol, Earth, the Cylons, the Cylon religion... everything.
RobertScorpio
Pariah
i still, oh, about eight segments behind. Now, i don't know if Caprica (TV) was green-lit or not, but it will be interesting to see how your Caprica and their caprica mesh. in any event, I like the cutting back and forth..makes it feel like a TV episode!!! I like this uber story you set up, because it does require you to have read what came before. Almost like you are stacking a deck of cards on each other trying to see how high you can get it...
Rob
Rob
Rob,
Like I said in the other thread, thank you, for your kind words. As far as "Caprica" goes, yes, it has been green-lit, and will begin airing in January. Personally, I don't really plan to tackle a Caprica-era story of my own. I am toying with the spinoff story idea I posted a while back, "Ragtag Family", that would explore the story of "Urantia" through the eyes of a civilian family, on one of the liners in the fleet, but I don't know how exhausted I'll be, after finishing "Urantia" itself. I might take a break from BSG for a bit, and repost the third and final version of the first story I ever posted here... "Star Trek: Entomalians". I've learned a LOT from writing "Urantia", and want to see how much of that I can apply to the "Entomalians" story.
Interesting how you compare the flow of the story so far, to building a deck of cards... quite apt! Trust me, it'll reach its peak soon.
-BolianAdmiral
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