nuBSG fanfic "Battlestar Urantia"

[RobertScorpio]

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,

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

I hope not. Although I am retired from the NAVY, I still work for the navy. I travel around the world inspecting ships/stations to make sure they are following certain codes and ways we do things. This means a lot of lonely time with out my wonder wife and kids. So reading TBBS can go for hours. And your Urantia has been one of those.

Gojorob's is another I have gotten into because I am a big time GODZILLA fans, so I love that kind of cross over.

But please, if you run out of cards!! GO GET A NEW DECK!!!

Rob

 

[Macker]

Rob:
You can buy the "Caprica" pilot at your favorite video outlet. I strongly suggest you do so, 'cause Skiffy will cut out the "bad" parts....8)

 

[RobertScorpio]

Rob:
You can buy the "Caprica" pilot at your favorite video outlet. I strongly suggest you do so, 'cause Skiffy will cut out the "bad" parts....8)

Thanks..will look for it this weekend...

Rob

 

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Cylons, Clymians, & Pilgrims, Oh, My" (EP. 011)

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The proud Battlestar led the fleet along, over Caprica.

ADMIRAL STANDISH'S CABIN

Slowly, the Admiral awoke, to the distant sound of something sizzling, and sounds of activity coming from the kitchen area of his quarters. He took a breath of whatever was cooking, and smiled, as he got up, walking to the head, to get freshened up.

A short time later, he emerged into the main area, to see his new wife placing a freshly prepared breakfast on the table. He walked over to Eliza, wrapping both arms around her from behind, as he kissed her neck.

"'Morning." he greeted, still kissing her. "You didn't have to get up, and do all this by yourself... I would have helped." he added.

"I don't mind." Eliza began, turning to face her husband. "You have a busy enough day, to be worryin' about cookin'. Now, Admiral... breakfast is served." she said, as Standish pulled her chair out for her, before sitting down himself.

"Quite a night that was, last night." Eliza said, looking to Tyler with a sly smile.

"Glad you enjoyed it." Tyler began, as he ate his food, looking to her. "This is wonderful. You folks have the freshest food, on those ships of yours." he added.

"So, what's on the agenda today for my husband?" Eliza asked.

"Well," Tyler replied. "I have to review our next course with Mister Hindri... we're going to set a course back the way we came... towards Earth. However... I've been thinking... I'd like to make a stop back at Emilon, along the way. Now that we're married, I'd like to meet your family... you did say your parents still live in Nancasset, right?" he asked.

"Aye, that I did." Eliza began. "My mother Glynnis, and my father Lassen. But my mother is the one who's doin' the work to be done, now... ever since my father's stroke." she explained.

"Sorry to hear that... but I look forward to meeting both of them." Tyler answered.

"Don't be... us Winnow women are made of strong stuff." she replied.

"That is the truth." Standish began, as he thought about a question on his mind. "What was the name of that little place you took me to, when I first visited there? You know... that nice green grassy area, that was on the shore?" he asked.

"Ponder's Ferry." Eliza answered.

"That's right... Ponder's Ferry! Gods, that was a pretty place... I'd like to go there again." he began. "I remember that from that place, you can look out over all of Gladmyston Harbor, and watch the tall ships come into port. Beautiful place." he stated.

Eliza smiled, enjoying how the Admiral was expressing such fond memories of visiting her home, as she returned to eating, along with the Admiral.

CYLON BASESTAR

The large black ship held position, at the far end of the fleet.

FABRICATION ROOM

In the large factory, D'anna stodd and watched, as a handful of Cylon Centurions stodd behind her, watching, as the Clymians proceeded with the construction of numerous new craft.

When the Clymians were brought online, and began their attack, they managed to kill all the Skinjobs on the ship, but the rest of the Cylon Centurions on the other decks were spared long enough for the Clymians to take to D'anna... ever since the first Clymian Centurion had scanned D'anna's blood, they had taken to her, as some kind of leadership or authority figure... presumably, the people who created them on Earth, made them answerable to the Earth equivalent of a Cylon Skinjob. Since D'anna's blood was the same, they assumed she was such a figure, which enabled her to instruct the Clymians that the Cylon Centurions were not their enemies, and that they were to work alongside one another.

The scanning light of one of the closest Cylons buzzed loudly, as it moved from side to side, in a "V" pattern, as one of the Clymians walked up to D'anna, and delivered a report.

"Construction nearing completion, Valorious Leader." it stated.

"How many?" D'anna asked.

"Two-thousand infantry units, and one-hundred Stalkers. As you command." the Clymian replied.

"Excellent... proceed." D'anna replied, as the Clymian "nodded", before walking back to the assembly area.

D'anna drank in the sight before her, on the factory floor... a massive army of two-thousand new Clymian Centurions, and on the other side of the room, one-hundred of the Clymian version of Raiders were under construction... Clymian Stalkers.

The scanners on the twin Centurions behind D'anna swept from side to side, as she began to grow a smile on her face... after she had awoken, and gotten cleaned up, she had found out that this Basestar was just a few thousand kilometers from the Battlestar Urantia... the ship of Admiral Standish, the man who had physically beaten her to within an inch of her life. And of Grae Azaire, who had shot and killed her. And soon, another Basestar would show up, as surely by now Cavil was aware of what the Clymians had done here, when they were revived... Cavil, the man who had taken her offline, and boxed her, would soon be here... two men, who had both royally frakked her over, would soon pay the price for their actions...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship held orbit over caprica, as a Viper CAP flew past the ship.

CIC

Colonel Hindri looked on, as Tyler placed his hand down onto the command table... a hand that now sported a wedding ring. Hindri smiled, as he noticed the Admiral looking at the ring, smiling, as he took in the sight of it.

"Looks good on you, Sir." Hindri offered, as the Admiral looked up to him, smiling softly.

"Thanks. It feels good." Standish replied, as he was handed the last shift's watch logs, and looked to the DRADIS for a second. "What've we got?" he asked, thumbing through the piles of papers in his hands.

"Not much... just the usual traffic... of course, increased shuttle traffic from the pilgrim fleet, as they continue to deliver the medical supplies to the Itania Express." Hindri stated.

Standish was about to reply, when he was interrupted by a call from Miss Zamfir, from the aft area.

"Admiral... I have the Cylon Base Ship on the horn... but the caller refuses to give an I.D." she stated, confused.

Standish and Hindri exchanged a look, as the Admiral picked the phone up, and brought it to his ear.

"Put it through!" Standish orederd.

After a second, the crackling sound of the comm channel being opened was heard, and the caller's voice came through, over the speakers...

"Hello, Admiral... this is D'anna." the voice coldly ststed, as Standish's look grew serious, and his eyes grew a bit wider, as he looked forward, into space. "I suggest you go to action stations." she added, closing the channel.

Before Standish could even react, the DRADIS alarm began to sound, as he looked up to the monitor.

"Sir! The Base Ship is launching... something... fighter-sized! One-hundred new contacts!" Miss Zamfir called out, as Standish's eyes grew wide, looking up at the DRADIS.

WANDERSTAR ORION

BRIDGE

The green wave of the RADAR sweep rushed over the display, which now was filled with hundreds of new green blips.

"Captain! You're not gonna believe this... that Cylon ship out there... she's launching Stalkers!" the Weapons Officer called out, as Captain Fox now looked up to the RADAR box, with utter disbelief on his face.

"No fucking way..." Fox uttered to himself.

TO BE CONTINUED...



NEXT TIME, ON BATTLESTAR URANTIA...

 

[RobertScorpio]

Re: BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Cylons, Clymians, & Pilgrims, Oh, My" (EP. 0

Loved it..as i was reading it my wife and son, moments ago, my wife and son are watching THE TWIN TOWERS, so I had that great music acting as a soundtrack to your story. The sinester Count Duku music (yeah, I know this is lord of the rings, but I still see him as Duku) came on as you shifted the scene to D'anna. Great stuff...

Can't wait to see what happens with 100+ stalkers closing in...

Rob
Scorpio

 

[BolianAuthor]

Re: BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Cylons, Clymians, & Pilgrims, Oh, My" (EP. 0

Loved it..as i was reading it my wife and son, moments ago, my wife and son are watching THE TWIN TOWERS, so I had that great music acting as a soundtrack to your story. The sinester Count Duku music (yeah, I know this is lord of the rings, but I still see him as Duku) came on as you shifted the scene to D'anna. Great stuff...

Can't wait to see what happens with 100+ stalkers closing in...

Rob
Scorpio

Again, thank you. I'm glad you're enjoying it. Since you mentioned what music you were listening to while reading the story, I may as well cite some of my own inspiration...

When I was writing the scene where D'anna is resurrected, I was listening to "Zoe Awakens", from the "Caprica" soundtrack. When I made the teaser picture for the next episode, I was listening to "Dominion", by Future World Music. When I wrote the scene on Earth, where the first Clymians were being field-tested, with live ammo, I was listening to "Cybernetic Life Form Node", from the "Caprica" CD. It's pretty self-explanatory what I was listening to, when I wrote "Aqua Vitae", lol. When I wrote the scene where Standish finds out that Grae is really his daughter, and goes to get his gun, and then goes and beats D'anna to within an inch of her life... that whole segment was written while listening to "Violence and Variations", from the BSG soundtracks. Whenever I write for Eliza, or the Emilon pilgrims, or Standish and Eliza, I listen to almost any number of things from Blackthorn, which is a Celtic folk band. Their work can be found here...

http://www.blackthornband.com/

So, aye... music is not only a huge inspiration, but it helps to get you in the mood to write certain scenes.

There are only TWO episodes left, so the end is nigh! I hope everyone's been paying close attention to the scenes so far of and on Earth, because the big secret is about to be revealed, and will SEAMLESSLY tie in both the Galactica and Urantia stories together.

The next epsiode, "Earth's Last Gleaming", will take place almost entirely on Earth, at various points in time, and will provide the setup for the final episode, which will be called "Will the Circle Be Unbroken". After that... who knows?

I'm playing with two ideas for new stories, after BSG Urantia... one is a Babylon 5 series, that would be the story of an Earth destroyer fighting on the side of President Clark, during the Earth Civil War. The other would be a Starship Troopers fanfic, based on the universe of the first film. We'll see what happens...

 

[RobertScorpio]

Re: BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Cylons, Clymians, & Pilgrims, Oh, My" (EP. 0

Loved it..as i was reading it my wife and son, moments ago, my wife and son are watching THE TWIN TOWERS, so I had that great music acting as a soundtrack to your story. The sinester Count Duku music (yeah, I know this is lord of the rings, but I still see him as Duku) came on as you shifted the scene to D'anna. Great stuff...

Can't wait to see what happens with 100+ stalkers closing in...

Rob
Scorpio

Again, thank you. I'm glad you're enjoying it. Since you mentioned what music you were listening to while reading the story, I may as well cite some of my own inspiration...

When I was writing the scene where D'anna is resurrected, I was listening to "Zoe Awakens", from the "Caprica" soundtrack. When I made the teaser picture for the next episode, I was listening to "Dominion", by Future World Music. When I wrote the scene on Earth, where the first Clymians were being field-tested, with live ammo, I was listening to "Cybernetic Life Form Node", from the "Caprica" CD. It's pretty self-explanatory what I was listening to, when I wrote "Aqua Vitae", lol. When I wrote the scene where Standish finds out that Grae is really his daughter, and goes to get his gun, and then goes and beats D'anna to within an inch of her life... that whole segment was written while listening to "Violence and Variations", from the BSG soundtracks. Whenever I write for Eliza, or the Emilon pilgrims, or Standish and Eliza, I listen to almost any number of things from Blackthorn, which is a Celtic folk band. Their work can be found here...

http://www.blackthornband.com/

So, aye... music is not only a huge inspiration, but it helps to get you in the mood to write certain scenes.

There are only TWO episodes left, so the end is nigh! I hope everyone's been paying close attention to the scenes so far of and on Earth, because the big secret is about to be revealed, and will SEAMLESSLY tie in both the Galactica and Urantia stories together.

The next epsiode, "Earth's Last Gleaming", will take place almost entirely on Earth, at various points in time, and will provide the setup for the final episode, which will be called "Will the Circle Be Unbroken". After that... who knows?

I'm playing with two ideas for new stories, after BSG Urantia... one is a Babylon 5 series, that would be the story of an Earth destroyer fighting on the side of President Clark, during the Earth Civil War. The other would be a Starship Troopers fanfic, based on the universe of the first film. We'll see what happens...

Wow...I love the music choices. I'm usually writing with Spongebob going on in the background, so go figure!!

Hmmm...I like both those ideas. I really liked BAB-5 (first four seasons). And your President Clark angle has some interesting possibilities. And the STARSHIP TROOPERS idea sounds good too. I am sure what ever you do will be just as epic as URANTIA has been. Heck, why not do a once a month stand alone episode of URANTIA so we can at least know how they are doing???

Rob

 

[BolianAuthor]

^

Thanks. The thing about BSG Urantia, is that when it's done, it's done... that's it. The end of the story will, like the end of BSG, bring everything full-circle, and give total closure. After you read and absorb the fullness of the ending, you'll see what I mean.

But fear not, for I will be around after, to answer any last questions people have about the story, so that everyone will (hopefully) understand what has been done, and why.

IF an idea comes into my mind, for another BSG Urantia story, that I think shows promise... who knows? Maybe i'll run with it.

 

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Earth's Last Gleaming" (EP. 012)

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

The Condition One alarms blared, as the crew scrambled into action, as Colonel Hindri moved to face Admiral Standish, on the other side of the command table, looking to the Admiral.

"How the hell did she get back? You said that Cavil had her put away, or something." Hindri asked, confused.

"Obviously... she's back now." Standish said, looking to Hindri with serious intent, as he picked up the phone again. "This is Actual... launch all Vipers... launch everything!" he ordered, placing the phone back down, as he looked to Hindri. "Looks like the honeymoon's gonna have to wait." he added, softly.

WANDERSTAR ORION

BRIDGE

The green waves of the RADAR sweep continued to wash over the display, as the blips representing the Clymian Stalkers continued to advance closer...

"This is unbelievable... how the hell can the Clymians be back... and with squadrons of Stalkers?" Captain Fox asked, mostly to himself, as he turned to his XO. "Bring the ship around... all portside batteries to come to bear on that Cylon Base Ship." he instructed, as the XO nodded, announcing the order to the Navigator, as Fox picked the phone up from the table. "This is the Captain... launch all Cobra wings... repeat... launch all Cobra wings." he stated, looking back up to the hundreds of RADAR blips, growing closer to the fleet.



In space, the Urantia began to come about, as swarms of Vipers raced away from the ship, and towards the Cylon Basestar, as they were suddenly joined by dozens of wings of Cobras, from the Earth ship.

The enemy force was massive... one-hundred Clymian Stalkers, combined with the Basestar's compliment of Cylon Raiders. The enemy force thurst itself forward, and as soon as it was in range, opened full fire on the advancing Earth and Colonial forces. Just as they had over twenty-thousand years ago, the Earth people would again be locked in combat with their machine creations.

CLYMIAN STALKER COCKPIT

From the cockpit windows of the craft, the sight of Urantia's Vipers, and the Orion's Cobras flying past was seen, as bullet tracers from the Clymian craft lanced out into space, hitting their first target... one of the Cobras, which blew apart, in a fiery explosion, which quickly passed by the Clymian ship, as it continued on.

The three Clymian Centurions sat in the cockpit... two forward Clymians, and one Leader, seated above and aft of the forward two, as their scanners droned loudly, roving from left to right.

"Alliance Cobra destroyed." one of the forward Clymians stated, in the metallic and low Clymian voice.

"Adjust course, and begin pursuit of Wanderstar Orion." the Leader Clymian replied.

"As you command." the forward Centurion answered.







The arc of the planet carved a bright and thin crescent in space, as the Sun slowly rose above the globe.

In the distance, above the arc of the globe, hundreds of blips of flashes of pure golden light peppered the sky for a few seconds, as a fleet of drifting ships emerged, from FTL.

On the planet's surface, the seemingly endless rippling waves of vast blue ocean, began to finally give way to the shore of a vast continent... a continent vibrant with life... plunging rocky cliffs, vast deserts, lush and thick jungles, and vast grassy plains.



At the edge of a treeline, that led to a vast grassland area, a single human woman walked, with the help of a walking stick, to steady her, when walking over the small rocks that were among the ground. She was a fairly young woman, in her late thirties, with long and flowing black hair. She wore clothes, but they were in tatters, and quite dirty, from age and use.

As she poked around the grassy floor with her stick, something caught her attention, prompting her to look up... a shadow, that very briskly, flew across the surface of the ground. She looked up, to see the fullness of the noontime sun, blazing in her field of vision, obscruing all other detail from the near sky.

Then, suddenly, a dark form crept into the sun's view, followed by another, and then another, and so on, until the sky was seemingly filled with appraoching craft, of various sizes, from large, to very small.

As the young woman looked on, up at the sky, her head followed the fleet of craft, as they flew over the grassland, and over towards a high ridge.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[Macker]

Hmmm...I wonder why the Clymians are going after the Cobras only?

 

[BolianAuthor]

^

They're going after everyone... it just happened that that unfortunate Cobra was their first victim, hehe.

 

[Radiogod]

Stomp them, Standish!!!!!!!

 

[BolianAuthor]

^

Hehe... don't worry... this is IT... the LAST battle of Urantia, and it's gonna be the daddy of them all. But remember...


We ARE in RDM's universe... things don't always end the way we think they will... or the way we want.

I'm pulling out ALL the stops, for these final two episodes... it's gonna be special, and EVERYTHING will be revealed, and the two stories... "Battlestar Galactica" and "Battlestar Urantia" will come together as one, to complete the circle.

 

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Earth's Last Gleaming" (EP. 012)

CONTINUED...



The half-dozen large spacecraft sat landed, in the middle of the vast open grassy plain, as the wind gently whipped through the tall and bright green grasses, while hundreds of people were busy unloading large crates and supplies from the ships, and setting up small tent camps.

One of the men walked away from the emerging camp, over to another man, who was looking ahead, through a set of binoculars, as the first man placed his right hand on the other man's shoulder.

"Well... how does it look?" the first man asked, as the man with the binoculars handed the looking device to the first man, who took them, and also looked.

"It's beautiful... just beautiful." the second man began. "I'll tell you... this world makes up for the long trip it took to get here. So much life, so much space. And the weather so far... so comfortable." he added, as the first man handed the binoculars back to him, as they shared a look.

"Well, that's good, because we're here now, and here's where we're gonna have to stay. It's taken us all of eight years to find this place... eight long and testing years, in the isolation of cold space, since we left Kobol. I'll bet none of us are anxious to return to space anytime soon." he began. "The thing to do now, is to determine if we're alone here, or if there are other intelligent forms of life present. We also need to begin taking samples of the local plant life... have the Doc look them over... try and determine what we can and cannot eat. It would also help, if we had a name to call this place." he added.

The second man looked around, drinking in the sight of all the lush green grass, and the distant treeline of the forest.

"Well, it's obvious that this world has such fertile earth... it's given rise to such an abundance of life, already..." the man offered.

"What... earth? You want to call it earth? Earth is dirt... soil." the first man stated.

"Oh, sure, it is... but just look around you... look at what this earth has produced. Earth is the means by which you can sow seeds, and grow, and flourish, just as we shall, on this world." the second man pushed, looking the first man in the eyes, with a smile.

For a moment, the first man just took in the sight of his friend, before shaking his head, as he smiled, looking back up at the man.

"Okay, fine... Earth it is." he said, as he turned, and began to walk back to the ships, leaving his friend to gaze out at the green landscape.

The second man again swept the horizon with his eyes, closing his eyes for a second, as he inhaled a lungful of clean fresh air. When he opened them, he saw... or at least thought he saw, the form of a person... shillouetted against the sky, in the distance, upon a low ridge.

He looked down for a moment, to bring the binoculars up to his eyes again, and began to look for the form on the horizon. As he scanned the landscape, he saw nothing but the gently swaying tall grass. The man slowly brought the binoculars down from his face, as he looked to the distance, in confusion.

On the low ridge, the lone human woman stood holding her walking stick, as she looked ahead in the distance of the grassy valley below, to see the binocular-holding human turn, and begin to make his way through the grass, back to where the ships and ecampments were.





The globe of the blue and white world stood silent on the horizon, as the astronaut appeared over the horizon, leaping and bounding, as he kicked up large puffs of lunar soil in his wake.

The roger beep of the astronaut's radio repeated itself, as the astronaut continued on his way, as the sounds of his heavy breathing filled his helmet.

Suddenly, the man tripped on something, covered by a layer of thin white lunar dust, and lurched forward, impacting softly with the lunar ground, head-first.

"Ah, fuck it..." he said, into his radio.

"Copy that... you alright, Yates?" one of his fellow astronauts asked, over the radio channel.

"Yeah, yeah... roger that, I'm fine." the astronaut began, holding his lower right leg, as he looked at something before him, with utter amazement. "Oh... my... God..." he stated, amazed.

Carefully, the astronaut leaned and crawled forward, to the object before him... the object that had caused him to trip...

It was a large metal plate... a charred black color. Slowly, he picked it up, and gently brushed off as much of the lunar dirt as he could.

"Yates... what's going on... you copy?" the voice asked, over the radio.

The image of the metal fragment reflected in the astronaut's helmet, eclipsing the reflection of the blue and white globe, as his hand lifted it up to eye level.

"Oh, man... you guys are not gonna believe what I've found here..." the astronaut replied, as he gazed at the object in his hands.





The noontime sun beat down upon the archeological dig site, as the sounds of many picks and shovels could be heard, as the team of people carefully picked away at the dig site.

At a small desk that had been set up at the site, the expedition leader looked over a partial human skeleton, as a collegue handed him a bone to examine.

The leader put his glasses on, as he began to study the bone, turning it over in his hand, as he looked it over. Suddenly, he and his team were startled, by the excited calls of one of the diggers.

"SIR! SIR! I found something!" a young student called out, as the people ran to his location.

As the leader walked down to the student, the others gathered on the ridge to the dig site, their mouthes agape in shock, at what the student was standing over...

The leader stopped short, as he looked at the artifact, his eyes and face wearing a look of shock and disbelief, as he reached down to lift the artifact up, as sand and dust drizzled down from it...

"Wha-- what is it, Sir?" the student asked, looking to the man.

The leader began to brush as much dirt as he could off of it, until he could make out features... rows of very small cubes... almost buttons. And somehow, they had the remains of markings on them. Finally, it began to dawn on the man, what the object was...

"It looks like... it looks almost like a... keyboard?" he half-said, half-asked, as he turned to his student, as both men shared a look of shock.





The studio lights illuminated the faces of the female anchorwoman, and her guest, as both people sat across from each other, around a central glass table.

"Good evening, and thank you for joining us tonight." the anchorwoman began. "Tonight, our guest is Professor Erich von Däniken, author of the highly contreversial book, "Chariots of the Gods". Professor, welcome... thanks for being here." she added, as she and the Professor shook hands.

"Thank you, Lisa. It's my pleasure." von Däniken replied, in a very thick and heavy accent.

"Professor, I'll jump right into it... your book caters to those who believe that life here began out there, far across the universe, from tribes of humans, or human-like beings, who may have been the forefathers of the Egyptians, or the Toltecs, or the Mayans. In fact, you yourself even go so far as to state that they may have been the architects of the great pyramids, or the lost civilizations of Lemuria or Atlantis. Because you have held fast in these beliefs, the majority of the world's scientific community has ridiculed and mocked you, yet you still retain a massive amount of loyal followers." the anchorwoman said. "The discovery of this past week must be incredibly vindicating for you... almost providing proof for your theories, and giving you the last laugh, over the scientific establishment." she added.

"Indeed, this is an absolutely remarkable discovery... astonishing." von Däniken began. "The discovery of actual artifacts that are highly legible, as absolutely having originated from an alien culture... one that, while probably being recognizably similar to our own, is vastly technologically superior, to have mastered star travel." he added. "No humans, none of them, at the time of this artifact's dating, could have had the technology or skills to create such things. It is obviously not originating from any of the Earth's cultures of the time." he offered, looking to the anchorwoman.

"So you think that these extraterrestrials, once they arrived here, were somehow integral in teaching early humans, showing them how to build magnificent constructs, or plan complex farmland and waterways?" the anchorwoman asked.

"Absolutely." von Däniken started. "They taught us, and we were able then, to continue teaching... to pass down their ideas and ways, and some of them may well still be amongst us, in todays cultures and beliefs. When you think about it... that in the short time humankind has been on the Earth, and we have done so much to the Earth... created vast cities, automobiles, even set foot on the Moon... it is truly remarkable... we must have had help, to get this far, this fast. Their saga is ours... it is the saga of a star world... a world that for whatever reason, came to Earth, and taught us great things." he added.

"All right, Professor, here's something I'm wondering..." the anchorwoman began, "These aliens come to Earth... show us what they know. If they gave us all this knowledge and technology, why would they not also share their weapons knowledge... show man how to make swords, or muskets, or guns... so that man could more easily attain food?" she asked.

At this, von Däniken began to shake his head.

"No, of course they could not do that... imagine, what would be, if you gave a gun to early man... it would be a recipe for disaster. No... I think they did not want to give us weapons. They wanted to give us not the means to destroy ourselves, but to give us the best of themselves. Perhaps, maybe, in some fashion, they did not want us to follow in their footsteps... perhaps they saw in us, a great potential." he stated.

The reporter looked to the Professor, as she glanced down to her interview notes, before looking back to him.

"Okay... and what do you say about those in the scientific community, that say that this is some way be related to the discovery of the Mitochondrial Eve, who, as you know, is the earliest known modern human... and so far, no other specimens like her have been found." she asked.

"Well, I cannot offer an explanation or position on that yet, because I myself have not yet seen the artifacts, or had a chance to observe a comparison with what we know of the Mitochondrial Eve. But, perhaps it is even possible that Mitochondrial Eve could even be a remnant of this extraterrestrial species... if this were the case, then not only does it prove that what we know came from the stars, but in fact that WE came from the stars, which would mean that there IS life outside the Earth. If this is the case, who knows... there could may yet be brothers of man who even now fight to survive somewhere beyond the heavens... and maybe, perhaps, they may even be trying to find us." von Däniken offered.

The reporter looked to him for a long moment, a gentle smile escaping to the surface of her lips, as she extended her hand to him.

"Well, Mister von Däniken... I have to admit, it's been a genuine pleasure. A week ago, I would have laughed at your ideas, but as we've all seen... the recent discovery certainly adds credit to your cause, and seems to back your claims up. I predict you'll be very busy with interviews in the coming weeks. Good luck to you, Sir, and thank you for joining us tonight." she said, as von Däniken shook her hand, smiling.

"Thank you very much." he began. "It was my pleasure." he closed, as both people looked to each other, as the broadcast ended.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[RobertScorpio]

Re: BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Earth's Last Gleaming" (EP. 012)

Very interesting...I had some 'misgivings' about the way RDM ended his GALACTICA. I like where you are taking yours, even if it is a spinoff of his..cant wait for the next part...

Rob

 

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Earth's Last Gleaming" (EP. 012)

CONTINUED...



The large five-sided building sat at the bank of the river, as the noontime sun blanketed the landscape, as across the river, a large alabaster obelisk stood proud, jutting into the sky.

Inside the structure, a group of military leaders walked through a hallway, escorting a central figure, as the group rounded a corner, and one of the military men opened the door to a room, letting the others precede him in.

The room was a large hangar-like room, where a rectangle of joined tables was surrounding a central object, as various lab technicians in pure white environment suits buzzed about the central object, very carefully wiping or brushing dirt off of it, and removing parts, and placing them on the tables.

The object was quite large. It had been encrusted with thousands upon thousands of years of piled-on sediment and rock, but the scientists were doing a good job of removing much of the debris. Nobody here knew it, but what they had in this room, were the remains of a Colonial Raptor.

The lead figure that the military men had been escorting took a few steps closer to the activity, his eyes wide with amazement.

"This is it... this is what they found?" he asked.

"Yes, Mister President." one of the military men began, as the President now walked right up to where the tables were, watching, as the lab techs continued their work.

"It almost looks like a big honeybee..." the President began, now turning to the military men, as another man walked up, to shake the President's hand... the university professor who had been in charge of the dig where the Raptor was discovered.

"Mister President... this is Richard Lang... the person in charge of the dig." one of the military men announced, as the two men shook hands.

"Professor." the President began. "This is truly remarkable... how did you come upon this find?" he added.

"Mister President... an honor, Sir." Lang began. "Well, this whole thing has been utterly unbelievable, Sir... it started, when one of my students uncovered an object, that must have come from the interior of that... craft, or whatever. It was a keyboard." he stated, as the President looked to him with confusion.

"Aye, a keyboard... you know, like on your computer. Here." Lang offered, as he led the President to one of the tables. "Here it is, Sir... that's the first thing we found." he added, as he handed the keyboard for the President to inspect. "As you can see, there is a good reason why that artifact was still around... it's plastic, Sir." he stated.

"Plastic?" the President asked, looking to Lang, and then back to the keyboard. "This is remarkable... I mean, looking at this... even some of the characters left on it... even look similar to some of our own letters." he added.

"That's the least of it, Mister President." Lang added, as he indicated to another object, covered by a white sheet, as the President walked over to it, setting the keyboard back on the table, as Lang pulled the sheet away, revealing a large panel of charred metal. "This was what the Moon team brought back, Sir." he added.

The President walked up to the metal chunk, and looked it over, as he replied.

"I assume you're going to tell me this isn't from anything that we've sent up there?" he asked, looking to Lang.

"Quite right, Sir." Lang began. "However... this final revelation so far, is the most shocking... the carbon dating we've been able to do on these relics... they're all over one-hundred and fifty-thousand years old, Sir... the same time as the Mitochondrial Eve." he added, as now the President straightened up, and looked to Lang with a serious look, as the impact of the words sank in.

Now, one of the military men walked over to the President's side, and gave him a paper to examine, as he spoke up.

"I'm sorry, Mister President, but before we were able to secure these relics, a lot of it was leaked to the outside media... in fact, last night's newscast had Doctor von Däniken on... he was talking about just this very thing." the man stated.

"How the hell did this leak out so fast?" the President asked, looking to the men.

Finally, Lang looked to the ground, almost apologetically, before looking back at the President.

"I'm sorry, Mister President... I fear I must take responsibility for that... one of my students... she had a wireless phone with a camera... before we could get everything covered and closed, she must have taken photos. From there, I'm assuming she put them on a social networking site, and it spread from there." Lang said.

The President looked to Lang with a look of frustrated resignation, as he sighed, and offered a small smile.

"Okay, well... we'll just have to deal with this openly, then." he admitted.

"Sir," another military man began. "I think we should try and keep a tight lid on all of this... obviously, if this can be tied to the Mitochondrial Eve, it would mean that we are the result of life from another world... can you imagine how the religions of the world would react, Sir? It could cause a good deal of social upheaval." the man offered.

All eyes looked to the President, as he pondered the remarks, and then replied.

"I agree, that it could be a cause for unrest, but the truth of the matter is that the photos are already out there... it would be better to confront the issue, than to try and hide it. We'll find some way to handle this." he began, as he looked to Lang. "Thank you for your time, Professor... we'll be in touch." he said, as he led his military advisers out of the room with him, leaving Lang to look after them, as they left, before turning to face the remains of the Colonial Raptor, as the lab techs continued to clean it up.

"Hmmm..." Lang began aloud, to himself. "Honeybee... it does kind of look like one, I suppose... the Tanzania Honeybee..." he stated, smiling, as he looked upon his discovery.



The President and the military men walked back out into the hallway, as the President spoke to the closest man, as they walked along.

"I want to be kept fully informed, at all times, about the progress with those artifacts." he began. "In the meantime, that project you were telling me about, General... for the combat and urban pacification machines... I want you to go forward with that... begin development right away. I'll green-light it." the President stated, as he paused, causing the others to stop with him, as he looked to the General. "What did you say they were called, again... the machines for the project?" he asked.

"Oh, Clymians, Sir." the General replied.

"Uh-huh... Clymians..." the President said, as he extended his hand to the General. "I look forward to seeing that develop." he offered, as the two men shook hands.



TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[BolianAuthor]

Hey, all... just thought I'd share this...

I commissioned my good friend Atolm, from Sci-Fi Meshes.com, to design the Clymian Stalker craft. Here is his design... he did an outstanding job!

Thanks again, Atolm!

-BolianAdmiral

 

[RobertScorpio]

pretty frackin' cool!!! I can already hear the sound FX!!!

Rob

 

[Radiogod]

oh man, here we go again!

neat drawings

 

[BolianAuthor]

oh man, here we go again!

neat drawings

Hehe... thanks, all! I'll let Atolm know you liked his work.

Keep your eye on the Earth of this episode... a lot is about to be revealed, and it won't be what you expect...