BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Will The Circle Be Unbroken" (EP. 013)
AND NOW... THE CONCLUSION OF BATTLESTAR URANTIA
OMIRON
The ships of what was once Urantia's ragtag fleet sailed slowly and silently in orbit, as if in anticipation of something, as if they were waiting to find out what would happen now.
GUNSTAR LIBERATOR
The small Colonial vessel sailed along the formation of ships, now the only known remaining Colonial vessel, besides Galactica.
LIBERATOR CORRIDOR
All else was silent throughout the small ship, as two people walked down the vacant corridor... Commander McAllister, and his XO, Robert Fisk.
"So Bob... you sure you want to do this? Things will be a lot different than you're used to." McAllister said, as they rounded a corner.
"Aye, Sir... I think it's only fitting that we join the Omironian Guard... after all they've done to help our fleet, when Urantia was around. It'll be a different way of doing things, but I think we can help their fleet, in some capacity." Fisk replied.
Finally, the two men arrived at the entrance to the hangar deck, pausing to face each other.
"You sure you want to live on Omiron, Sir?" Fisk replied.
"Aye... I think the Admiral had the right idea... people like us are getting to old for this kind of thing. A man needs to know when to step back, and say goodbye. This fleet has changed. Our family will soon be broken up, and we'll once again go our different ways. I'm going to settle down on Omiron... try to seek out Corporal Darow’s parents... let them know what happened, and try and assimilate into Omironian society." McAllister replied, as he placed the duffel bag he was carrying down, reaching up to his collar. "Which reminds me..." he began, removing his Commander's pips, and handing them to Fisk. "I think you deserve to wear these now." he said.
Fisk looked at them for what seemed an eternity, then removed them from his former CO’s hand, and affixed them to his collar, looking back up at McAllister, and saluting him, as McAllister returned the salute, before looking down to the deck below, and the assembly of Liberator's crew, standing in front of the Raptor waiting to take McAllister off the ship.
“ATTENTION ON DECK!” shouted the Deck Chief. “Commanders Darryl McAllister and Robert Fisk on Deck!”
The entire crew of the ship, save for the skeleton crew needed elsewhere, waited for the two officers as they made their way to the lone Raptor, until they reached the port wing step, and turned to face the crew.
"At ease!" Fisk called out, as everyone dropped their salutes.
McAllister regarded the sight of his crew, as he spoke.
“It has been my distinct honor and privilege to have served as your Commanding Officer. We have all struggled together with the loss of our home Colonies and our loved ones. We have all struggled together to defeat our enemies. We have all...lost together." he began. “Now as I have charged myself, I charge each and every one of you to find your own path, whether it is with the Omironian People, who have given us the opportunity to start anew, or with the Earth fleet. Be true to yourselves and those you place your trust and love in. Teach them what we have learned, and also where we made mistakes. Only in that way, will Human civilization continue to survive." he stated.
The crew absorbed his words, as Fisk finally looked back up to McAllister.
"So say we all!" he called, which prompted the crew to agree, and break out in the famous chant, repeating the phrase over and over again, as McAllister climbed into the Raptor, the hatch closing after him.
GUNSTAR LIBERATOR
The lone raptor emerged from the flight deck, and once it cleared the hull of Liberator, angled up, reaching a position above the fleet, which afforded a grand view of all the ships of the fleet.
As the Raptor angled towards the large blue globe of Omiron, the ships of the fleet began to noticeably break formation, moving away from each other in a slow drift, re-organizing into new groups, as the massive Wanderstar Orion crept into view, moving over the remains of the Earth fleet, as the ships that planned to leave Omiron slowly moved into position beside the goliathan Earth ship.
WANDERSTAR ORION
WANDERSTAR OBSERVATION LOUNGE
Captain Edwin Fox stood in front of one of the massive windows, gazing out at the globe of Omiron.
Suddenly, he noticed the reflection of someone standing behind him, and turned to see who it was. He did not recognize the man that he saw, who was facing him now, with a very slight smile.
"Hello. Something I can do for you?" the man asked.
"Umm, no... why?" Fox asked, puzzled at the request, since this man was not military.
"Well, you seemed to have a lot on your mid... you've been looking out that window for almost a full hour." the man said.
"Aye, I suppose I have..." Fox began, softening somewhat. "I've just been thinking... wondering, really." he added.
"About?" the man asked.
"Just what's to become of all of this... all of us." Fox returned. "When I was on that Cylon ship, with Admiral Standish, the Hybrid said that all of this has happened before, and will happen again. If that's the case... how will it end? Will there come a point, where somewhere along the way, a generation will learn the mistakes of the past, and fix things, or is the cycle destined to repeat, forever and ever? We came from Kobol, to establish ourselves on Earth, and the Clymians killed us... the Colonials were killed by the Cylons. Over, and over again... nothing to show for the human legacy, but killing and war. Is that all there is, or is there a glimmer of hope somewhere? Will the circle be unbroken? Or is life goin' nowhere, and we're simply just existing... stayin' alive? Will the circle be unbroken?" Fox asked.
The man looked to Captain Fox with a look that was almost all-knowing, as he smiled, and offered his reply...
"I think..." the man began, as he thought about his words. "I think that the one thing we learn from history, is that we never learn from history." he began. "So, the thing we should do, is cast aside all that... and teach ourselves. We have two choices... accept what we've been dealt, and continue the cycle, or act, to change things for the better... alter the plan." he said.
"You know..." Fox began, looking back out the window. "They say that if you travel far enough, you'll eventually find yourself. Now, if all of this is one big endless cycle..." he said, as the man interrupted him.
"There are many copies?" the man asked, breaking a slight smile.
"Yeah... that's it, exactly..." Fox began. "You would think that at some point, we would have taught ourselves already... learned from ourselves." he added, as he again turned to face the man.
"I wouldn't worry..." the man returned. "I think that somewhere along the line, the Earth people might eventually learn the lesson of the Colonials." he offered.
"How would you know that?" Fox asked.
"I dunno... just a feeling I have." the man replied, as he turned to walk away.
"Hey..." Fox called after him, "I didn't get your name... have we met before?" he asked.
The man paused, and glanced back to Fox, offering a small smile.
"The name's Leoben." he said, as he proceeded to walk out of the room, leaving Fox to himself.
EARTH
UNITED NATIONS BUILDING - NEW YORK CITY
The flags of all the nations of Earth flew in front of the large building, fluttering in the breeze.
Inside, a small panel of people was seated, facing the U.N. General Assembly, as one man in particular, began to speak into the microphone on the desk before him.
The man was native to Earth, but bore a striking resemblance to one Admiral William Adama, as he leaned close to the mike, and began to speak.
"I detest what we've done to ourselves." the man began. "Out of a need to make ourselves different from one another, we've made the word race, a way of expressing culture. There's no such thing, and all you high school students, bless your heart for being here... you're a hundred champions right now, who are gonna go out understanding this. The adults in the room, will never understand it. Even though they'll nod their heads, and say you're right, they'll never be able to stop using the word race, as a cultural determinant. I just heard one of the most prolific statements done... by one of the great... humanitarians, he's really trying to organize, and bring us together... and he used the word race, as if there is a Latino race, an Asian race, an indigenous race, or Caucasian race. There's no such thing as a Latino race... there never has been. There never will be. There's only one race, and that's what the show brought out... that is the human race, period." the man stated.
Everyone in the room began to applaud, at the man's words, filling with room with the sound of clapping hands, as the man continued...
"Now, the pressure comes, WHY did we start to use the word race, as a cultural determinant? The truth is, that over six-hundred years ago, the Caucasian race, decided to use it as a cultural determinant, so that it'd be easier for them to kill another culture. That was the total understanding, to kill one culture from another culture, you couldn't kill your own race. So you had to make them the other. And to this day, I spent thirty-seven years of my adult life, trying to get this word out, and now I end up WELL prepared... to say it to ALL of you... there is but one race... and that is IT... SO SAY WE ALL!" he called out, pointing to the assembled masses before him. "SO SAY WE ALL!" he repeated, as now, the entire assembly began to chant the phrase with him.
"SO SAY WE ALL!"
"SO SAY WE ALL!"
OMIRON
WANDERSTAR ORION
The massive ship slowly broke orbit of Omiron, taking the remains of the ragtag fleet with her, as while breaking orbit, the rest of the ships of Urantia's ragtag fleet began to vanish, as the FTL flashrings washed over them, one by one, as the Wanderstar now sailed into open space, as the Omironian Sun began to emerge from behind the arc of the globe, its vast golden rays filling the sky around the globe, as the last of the smaller ships vanished into FTL.
Finally, the massive Wanderstar slowed down ever so slightly, as the final FTL wave washed over the ship, and the last of the fleet vanished from sight for good, leaving only empty space and a vast starfield behind.
PONDER'S FERRY - EMILON
STANDISH RESIDENCE
The thick fog left over from the Emilon night was now beginning to vanish, as the Sun rose, bringing the light of morning, as Tyler Standish sat upon a large rock, a few dozen meters in front of the stone house he had built, for him and Eliza, as he gazed out at the distant sailing ships, making their way into nearby Gladmyston Harbor, while the Sun came up, over the ocean.
Tyler Standish now looked his age. His face wore the lines of all the stress and drama he had felt over his life, but even with that, something was different... there was absolutely no trace of anger in his eyes anymore... no stress, anger, or rage. His eyes were now at ease, relaxed, as was his face, as he gazed out at the horizon, allowing the sunlight to warm and illuminate his face, as he sighed, taking a breath of the fresh morning air.
Behind him, Eliza emerged from the house, and made her way down to him, kneeling down behind him, and wrapping her arms around him, as she placed her head beside his, joining him, as the two looked out at the sunrise together, as Standish brought his left hand up, to hold Eliza's hand, on his shoulder.
"My old friend, Mister Hindri... I was happy to receive your letter. The news of Urantia's demise was saddening, but I must confess, that it did not strike me, in a profound way. We all have our time to say goodbye... we all have our roles to play in this life. I played mine, and so did Urantia. In a way, the news came as a relief of sorts... for in a way, it was meant to be, for to have Urantia go on, would have been to continue the cycle... to never change, and never grow. But to grow, we must shed the past, as I did, when I left Urantia. I would be lying, if I said it wasn't the best decision of my life. Never in my life, have I been so happy, as I am now, here on this world, with the woman I love... truly love. I never thought I could experience this kind of happiness... this kind of life. But here I am, sitting in front of my house, with my wife, and gazing out to sea, watching the Sun come up over the ocean. You should see this place, Mister Hindri... never have I seen a place so beautiful. You feel something you're not accustomed to here... you feel peace."
COLONIAL FLEET HEADQUARTERS - CAPRICA CITY, CAPRICA
17 YEARS AGO
Commander Standish looked down at the papers that Admiral Nagala had slid in front of him, gazing at that one line... all he had to do was sign it.
"Well?" Nagala asked.
"I don't know..." Standish began. "I've already commanded one Battlestar... I was kind of hoping for some time off, for a while." he stated, looking to Admiral Nagala.
"Battlestar Urantia is a beautiful ship, Tyler... brand-new, too. I know the divorce has hit you hard, and can understand your desire for escape, but what better way to forget that, than to get back out into space? A good space voyage would do you good... give you a chance to get focused again... get your bearings straight. Who knows... maybe you'll even meet another woman... maybe this time, one that will do right by you?" Nagala offered.
Standish let out a slight chuckle, as he leaned forward in his chair.
"Yeah... I doubt that's gonna frakkin' happen." he began, looking to Nagala. "Look... I sign this frakkin' thing, and you get another ten years out of me, that's it... after that, I'm retiring, and that's the end of it. And I don't want any frakkin' surprises, either... just a routine, calm, command. Deal?" he added.
"You drive a hard bargain, you frakkin' bastard, but yeah, we have a deal. And you now have yourself the newest Battlestar in the fleet, Tyler... enjoy her." Nagala announced, as Tyler signed his name, and slid the paper back to the Admiral, as both men got up, and shook hands. "Congratulations." the Admiral said.
"Thank you, Admiral." Standish softly replied, saluting Nagala, as the Admiral returned the gesture, as Standish began to walk away, before turning back to face Nagala again. "Oh, one other thing... I better not get anyone on my ship who confuses me for Adama... I'm growing frakkin' sick of that little joke." he added.
"I'll see what I can do... dismissed, Tyler." Nagala said, shaking his head in amusement, as Standish left the room.
"You really should see it here, Mister Hindri... it's beautiful." Standish said, as Eliza and him watched the Sun rise up above the horizon, as its golden rays filled the entire sky with light.
THE END
BATTLESTAR URANTIA
-BolianAdmiral
AND NOW... THE CONCLUSION OF BATTLESTAR URANTIA
OMIRON
The ships of what was once Urantia's ragtag fleet sailed slowly and silently in orbit, as if in anticipation of something, as if they were waiting to find out what would happen now.
GUNSTAR LIBERATOR
The small Colonial vessel sailed along the formation of ships, now the only known remaining Colonial vessel, besides Galactica.
LIBERATOR CORRIDOR
All else was silent throughout the small ship, as two people walked down the vacant corridor... Commander McAllister, and his XO, Robert Fisk.
"So Bob... you sure you want to do this? Things will be a lot different than you're used to." McAllister said, as they rounded a corner.
"Aye, Sir... I think it's only fitting that we join the Omironian Guard... after all they've done to help our fleet, when Urantia was around. It'll be a different way of doing things, but I think we can help their fleet, in some capacity." Fisk replied.
Finally, the two men arrived at the entrance to the hangar deck, pausing to face each other.
"You sure you want to live on Omiron, Sir?" Fisk replied.
"Aye... I think the Admiral had the right idea... people like us are getting to old for this kind of thing. A man needs to know when to step back, and say goodbye. This fleet has changed. Our family will soon be broken up, and we'll once again go our different ways. I'm going to settle down on Omiron... try to seek out Corporal Darow’s parents... let them know what happened, and try and assimilate into Omironian society." McAllister replied, as he placed the duffel bag he was carrying down, reaching up to his collar. "Which reminds me..." he began, removing his Commander's pips, and handing them to Fisk. "I think you deserve to wear these now." he said.
Fisk looked at them for what seemed an eternity, then removed them from his former CO’s hand, and affixed them to his collar, looking back up at McAllister, and saluting him, as McAllister returned the salute, before looking down to the deck below, and the assembly of Liberator's crew, standing in front of the Raptor waiting to take McAllister off the ship.
“ATTENTION ON DECK!” shouted the Deck Chief. “Commanders Darryl McAllister and Robert Fisk on Deck!”
The entire crew of the ship, save for the skeleton crew needed elsewhere, waited for the two officers as they made their way to the lone Raptor, until they reached the port wing step, and turned to face the crew.
"At ease!" Fisk called out, as everyone dropped their salutes.
McAllister regarded the sight of his crew, as he spoke.
“It has been my distinct honor and privilege to have served as your Commanding Officer. We have all struggled together with the loss of our home Colonies and our loved ones. We have all struggled together to defeat our enemies. We have all...lost together." he began. “Now as I have charged myself, I charge each and every one of you to find your own path, whether it is with the Omironian People, who have given us the opportunity to start anew, or with the Earth fleet. Be true to yourselves and those you place your trust and love in. Teach them what we have learned, and also where we made mistakes. Only in that way, will Human civilization continue to survive." he stated.
The crew absorbed his words, as Fisk finally looked back up to McAllister.
"So say we all!" he called, which prompted the crew to agree, and break out in the famous chant, repeating the phrase over and over again, as McAllister climbed into the Raptor, the hatch closing after him.
GUNSTAR LIBERATOR
The lone raptor emerged from the flight deck, and once it cleared the hull of Liberator, angled up, reaching a position above the fleet, which afforded a grand view of all the ships of the fleet.
As the Raptor angled towards the large blue globe of Omiron, the ships of the fleet began to noticeably break formation, moving away from each other in a slow drift, re-organizing into new groups, as the massive Wanderstar Orion crept into view, moving over the remains of the Earth fleet, as the ships that planned to leave Omiron slowly moved into position beside the goliathan Earth ship.
WANDERSTAR ORION
WANDERSTAR OBSERVATION LOUNGE
Captain Edwin Fox stood in front of one of the massive windows, gazing out at the globe of Omiron.
Suddenly, he noticed the reflection of someone standing behind him, and turned to see who it was. He did not recognize the man that he saw, who was facing him now, with a very slight smile.
"Hello. Something I can do for you?" the man asked.
"Umm, no... why?" Fox asked, puzzled at the request, since this man was not military.
"Well, you seemed to have a lot on your mid... you've been looking out that window for almost a full hour." the man said.
"Aye, I suppose I have..." Fox began, softening somewhat. "I've just been thinking... wondering, really." he added.
"About?" the man asked.
"Just what's to become of all of this... all of us." Fox returned. "When I was on that Cylon ship, with Admiral Standish, the Hybrid said that all of this has happened before, and will happen again. If that's the case... how will it end? Will there come a point, where somewhere along the way, a generation will learn the mistakes of the past, and fix things, or is the cycle destined to repeat, forever and ever? We came from Kobol, to establish ourselves on Earth, and the Clymians killed us... the Colonials were killed by the Cylons. Over, and over again... nothing to show for the human legacy, but killing and war. Is that all there is, or is there a glimmer of hope somewhere? Will the circle be unbroken? Or is life goin' nowhere, and we're simply just existing... stayin' alive? Will the circle be unbroken?" Fox asked.
The man looked to Captain Fox with a look that was almost all-knowing, as he smiled, and offered his reply...
"I think..." the man began, as he thought about his words. "I think that the one thing we learn from history, is that we never learn from history." he began. "So, the thing we should do, is cast aside all that... and teach ourselves. We have two choices... accept what we've been dealt, and continue the cycle, or act, to change things for the better... alter the plan." he said.
"You know..." Fox began, looking back out the window. "They say that if you travel far enough, you'll eventually find yourself. Now, if all of this is one big endless cycle..." he said, as the man interrupted him.
"There are many copies?" the man asked, breaking a slight smile.
"Yeah... that's it, exactly..." Fox began. "You would think that at some point, we would have taught ourselves already... learned from ourselves." he added, as he again turned to face the man.
"I wouldn't worry..." the man returned. "I think that somewhere along the line, the Earth people might eventually learn the lesson of the Colonials." he offered.
"How would you know that?" Fox asked.
"I dunno... just a feeling I have." the man replied, as he turned to walk away.
"Hey..." Fox called after him, "I didn't get your name... have we met before?" he asked.
The man paused, and glanced back to Fox, offering a small smile.
"The name's Leoben." he said, as he proceeded to walk out of the room, leaving Fox to himself.
EARTH
UNITED NATIONS BUILDING - NEW YORK CITY
The flags of all the nations of Earth flew in front of the large building, fluttering in the breeze.
Inside, a small panel of people was seated, facing the U.N. General Assembly, as one man in particular, began to speak into the microphone on the desk before him.
The man was native to Earth, but bore a striking resemblance to one Admiral William Adama, as he leaned close to the mike, and began to speak.
"I detest what we've done to ourselves." the man began. "Out of a need to make ourselves different from one another, we've made the word race, a way of expressing culture. There's no such thing, and all you high school students, bless your heart for being here... you're a hundred champions right now, who are gonna go out understanding this. The adults in the room, will never understand it. Even though they'll nod their heads, and say you're right, they'll never be able to stop using the word race, as a cultural determinant. I just heard one of the most prolific statements done... by one of the great... humanitarians, he's really trying to organize, and bring us together... and he used the word race, as if there is a Latino race, an Asian race, an indigenous race, or Caucasian race. There's no such thing as a Latino race... there never has been. There never will be. There's only one race, and that's what the show brought out... that is the human race, period." the man stated.
Everyone in the room began to applaud, at the man's words, filling with room with the sound of clapping hands, as the man continued...
"Now, the pressure comes, WHY did we start to use the word race, as a cultural determinant? The truth is, that over six-hundred years ago, the Caucasian race, decided to use it as a cultural determinant, so that it'd be easier for them to kill another culture. That was the total understanding, to kill one culture from another culture, you couldn't kill your own race. So you had to make them the other. And to this day, I spent thirty-seven years of my adult life, trying to get this word out, and now I end up WELL prepared... to say it to ALL of you... there is but one race... and that is IT... SO SAY WE ALL!" he called out, pointing to the assembled masses before him. "SO SAY WE ALL!" he repeated, as now, the entire assembly began to chant the phrase with him.
"SO SAY WE ALL!"
"SO SAY WE ALL!"
OMIRON
WANDERSTAR ORION
The massive ship slowly broke orbit of Omiron, taking the remains of the ragtag fleet with her, as while breaking orbit, the rest of the ships of Urantia's ragtag fleet began to vanish, as the FTL flashrings washed over them, one by one, as the Wanderstar now sailed into open space, as the Omironian Sun began to emerge from behind the arc of the globe, its vast golden rays filling the sky around the globe, as the last of the smaller ships vanished into FTL.
Finally, the massive Wanderstar slowed down ever so slightly, as the final FTL wave washed over the ship, and the last of the fleet vanished from sight for good, leaving only empty space and a vast starfield behind.
PONDER'S FERRY - EMILON
STANDISH RESIDENCE
The thick fog left over from the Emilon night was now beginning to vanish, as the Sun rose, bringing the light of morning, as Tyler Standish sat upon a large rock, a few dozen meters in front of the stone house he had built, for him and Eliza, as he gazed out at the distant sailing ships, making their way into nearby Gladmyston Harbor, while the Sun came up, over the ocean.
Tyler Standish now looked his age. His face wore the lines of all the stress and drama he had felt over his life, but even with that, something was different... there was absolutely no trace of anger in his eyes anymore... no stress, anger, or rage. His eyes were now at ease, relaxed, as was his face, as he gazed out at the horizon, allowing the sunlight to warm and illuminate his face, as he sighed, taking a breath of the fresh morning air.
Behind him, Eliza emerged from the house, and made her way down to him, kneeling down behind him, and wrapping her arms around him, as she placed her head beside his, joining him, as the two looked out at the sunrise together, as Standish brought his left hand up, to hold Eliza's hand, on his shoulder.
"My old friend, Mister Hindri... I was happy to receive your letter. The news of Urantia's demise was saddening, but I must confess, that it did not strike me, in a profound way. We all have our time to say goodbye... we all have our roles to play in this life. I played mine, and so did Urantia. In a way, the news came as a relief of sorts... for in a way, it was meant to be, for to have Urantia go on, would have been to continue the cycle... to never change, and never grow. But to grow, we must shed the past, as I did, when I left Urantia. I would be lying, if I said it wasn't the best decision of my life. Never in my life, have I been so happy, as I am now, here on this world, with the woman I love... truly love. I never thought I could experience this kind of happiness... this kind of life. But here I am, sitting in front of my house, with my wife, and gazing out to sea, watching the Sun come up over the ocean. You should see this place, Mister Hindri... never have I seen a place so beautiful. You feel something you're not accustomed to here... you feel peace."
COLONIAL FLEET HEADQUARTERS - CAPRICA CITY, CAPRICA
17 YEARS AGO
Commander Standish looked down at the papers that Admiral Nagala had slid in front of him, gazing at that one line... all he had to do was sign it.
"Well?" Nagala asked.
"I don't know..." Standish began. "I've already commanded one Battlestar... I was kind of hoping for some time off, for a while." he stated, looking to Admiral Nagala.
"Battlestar Urantia is a beautiful ship, Tyler... brand-new, too. I know the divorce has hit you hard, and can understand your desire for escape, but what better way to forget that, than to get back out into space? A good space voyage would do you good... give you a chance to get focused again... get your bearings straight. Who knows... maybe you'll even meet another woman... maybe this time, one that will do right by you?" Nagala offered.
Standish let out a slight chuckle, as he leaned forward in his chair.
"Yeah... I doubt that's gonna frakkin' happen." he began, looking to Nagala. "Look... I sign this frakkin' thing, and you get another ten years out of me, that's it... after that, I'm retiring, and that's the end of it. And I don't want any frakkin' surprises, either... just a routine, calm, command. Deal?" he added.
"You drive a hard bargain, you frakkin' bastard, but yeah, we have a deal. And you now have yourself the newest Battlestar in the fleet, Tyler... enjoy her." Nagala announced, as Tyler signed his name, and slid the paper back to the Admiral, as both men got up, and shook hands. "Congratulations." the Admiral said.
"Thank you, Admiral." Standish softly replied, saluting Nagala, as the Admiral returned the gesture, as Standish began to walk away, before turning back to face Nagala again. "Oh, one other thing... I better not get anyone on my ship who confuses me for Adama... I'm growing frakkin' sick of that little joke." he added.
"I'll see what I can do... dismissed, Tyler." Nagala said, shaking his head in amusement, as Standish left the room.
"You really should see it here, Mister Hindri... it's beautiful." Standish said, as Eliza and him watched the Sun rise up above the horizon, as its golden rays filled the entire sky with light.
THE END
BATTLESTAR URANTIA
-BolianAdmiral
your writing. Why not have the kid raised on a battlestar, son of the CO...during the 1st war? That way you'd have a variety of stories going on...war, love, parenthood, command, space battles, shiny toasters! Sounds like a real crowd pleaser. IMHO.
