BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Earth's Last Gleaming" (EP. 012)
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The massive crowd filled the busy intersection, holding hundreds upon hundreds of yellow taxis and pedestrians at bay, holding everyone within the confines of the towering skyscrapers, splashed with thousands of flashing neon and LCD signs and screens, that occupied the "crossroads of the world".
It was another religious protest... ever since the Tanzania Honeybee had been linked to the Mitochondrial Eve, proving that the human species originated from beyond the Earth, the struggle between the major monotheist and polytheist religions of the world had been escalating, as both sides loudly touted the supremacy of their beliefs.
Hundreds of taxis honked their horns, trying to force the protesters to disperse, to no avail. The mob continued to circle about, holding up their signs, and loudly shouting to the masses, that the many true Gods, would drive out the one.
Suddenly, a distant sound began to draw the attention of the protesters, as they began to slow down to a pause, and lower their signs, turning their heads toward the source of the sounds, which were now growing louder, as they got closer...
It was the sound of hundreds of metal clanks... as if something heavy and made of metal, was walking towards them. Gradually, the gleaming of chrome helmets could be made out, above the heads of the human crowds in the streets. As the sounds drew closer, there was also another sound... a horrible, low droning sound, like hundreds of wasps slowly flying by.
The humans reacted with shock and surprise, as they moved out of the way, revealing the sources of the sounds... a massive army of over a hundred Clymian Centurions, which all came to a stop, as the red scanning lights on their helmets roved from side to side, droning.
"What the fuck is this?" one of the male protesters shouted out.
The Leader Clymian faced the man who had shouted out, and spoke, in a very low and dark voice...
"You have committed an act of civil disruption. You will cease and desist immediately. You are under arrest. Failure to comply will be met with lethal force." the Clymian boomed.
The protester looked to his comrades, chuckling is disbelief, as he looked back to the robotic warriors before him.
"Yeah? Fuck you!" he spat out. "We have the right to assemble, and we're not going anywhere, so go ahead, and take us by force!" he shouted, not realizing what he was messing with...
"As you command." the Leader replied, as instantly, all of the Clymians drew their guns, and opened fire on the marchers, spraying the entire area with gunfire, as everyone in the area scrambled to escape, screaming as they ran.
The Clymian army advanced forward, making its way through the sea of fallen human bodies, firing continuously as they advanced, rapid-fire bullets spraying out in all directions, as people screamed all around them.
Finally, the sounds of gunfire began to die down, replaced with the sounds of distant human screams, and people sobbing in terror, as the Leader Clymian lifted its head, turning to face skyward, as it looked up, its scanner roving from left to right, as it faced the object in the sky... a single military rotocopter, that was hovering in place, looking down upon the scene of mass-carnage.
"It is done, Valorious Leader... enemy targets annhialated. As you command." the Leader boomed.
ROTOCOPTER CABIN
The military soldier looked down at the Clymian Leader, as he spoke into the mouthpiece.
"Very good, Unit Leader... return to base with your unit." the man instructed.
"As you command." the Clymian Leader replied, from the ground below.
On the ground, the Leader watched, as the rotocopter turned about, and began to quietly slip away, behind the vast skyline of tall buildings.
20 YEARS LATER
The globe of Earth turned slowly in space, as a massive fleet of ships was locked in mortal combat above the world, as thousands of missile contrails and ammunition tracers and flak bursts filled the dark sky.
One one side, was a fleet of Earth warships, and on the other, a group of five Clymian Commandstars. Each side threw weapons at one another, trying to destroy each other, as thousands of Clymian Stalkers mixed it up with Cobra fighters.
The radiological missiles from one of the Earth warships found its way to one of the Commandstars, and struck it full force, blowing it apart in a massive explosion of fire and debris, which expanded outward into space.
LEAD CLYMIAN COMMANDSTAR
The Clymian Leader Centurion walked through a corridor, and into a large and dark cavernous room, where a single figure was perched, on a raised platform. The Leader looked up to the figure.
"Report, Valorious Leader... two Commandstars destroyed... one Alliance Warstar destroyed. Reccommend strategic withdrawl, and regroup." the Leader boomed.
For a moment, there was a long silent pause, before the overhead figure replied.
"Very well... recall forces, and initiate jump." the voice replied, with feminine overtones.
"FTL system compromised... unable to execute calculated jump." the Ledaer replied.
"Random hyperlight jump is authorized." the feminine voice from above replied.
"As you command, Valorious Leader." the Leader Centurion replied, as it turned, and began to walk out of the dark cavernous room.
LEAD CLYMIAN COMMANDSTAR
The epic battlefield was awash with weapons fire, tracers, and flak explosions, as suddenly, the lead Clymian ship was engulfed by the sweeping ring of golden light, as the FTL wave washed over the ship, vanishing it from sight, just as a trio of Alliance missiles sailed through the space the Clymian ship had just occupied.
With a thunderous clap, and a blinding flash of golden light, the Clymian Commandstar was thrown back into normal space, gradually settling into a slow drift, as it sailed through the vast starry expanse of space.
Suddenly, a small squadron of fighter-sized craft entered into view, and began to race towards the Clymian ship, as if to investigate it, and get a closer look.
The small squadron of Cylon Raiders grew closer to the Clymian ship, as it loomed ever larger, dwarfing the small gray Cylon Raiders.
The Commandstar was a hodgepodge to the Cylons... it looked like a cross between a Basestar of old, and a Basestar of modern era... like a merging of the two designs.
CYLON RAIDER COCKPIT
The massive form of the Commandstar filled the entire window, as the whining of Cylon scanners could be heard.
The three Cylons sat in the cockpit, two chrome, and one gold Leader, as one of the chrome Centurions spoke up.
"Preliminary scan of unidentified vessel inconclusive." it stated, as the gold Leader turned its head slightly, to look towards the chrome model that had spoken.
"Move in closer, and begin full systems scan." the Leader ordered.
"By your command." the chrome model replied.
In space, the small goup of Cylon Raiders moved ever closer, towards the Clymian Commandstar...
TO BE CONTINUED...
