NationStates Jolt Archive


By Your Command (Cylon Intro)

Bob-Bob
23-10-2006, 11:22
The Cylons were created by Man.

They Evolved.

They Rebelled.

They Look and Feel Human.

Some are programmed to think they are Human.

There are many copies.

And they have a Plan.

The gentle radiated breeze of Caprica brushed against the smooth pale skin of six her hair gently flowing in the wind. Looking up, she caught the brief shadow of a base star passing between her and the sun, this was it she thought. Here finally all that is Cylon is safe. Humanity has been set free from its sin. The quiet of the afternoon was broken by several centurions who were carrying the dead. Six paid them little attention, instead rising from her bench she moved off into the city to explore.

The centurions were fast and efficient, the streets and buildings were now almost empty of the ashes and rubble but not quite as Six carefully stepped over a male corpse. The body was sat huddling in a corridor, his hands covering his face while his legs were crouched into his chest. Dead by radiation poisoning Six assumed. Moving deeper into the building she passed from room to room, house to house. This was obviously an apartment block, probably for the wealthy and privileged of Capricas corrupt. Pausing for a moment she extended her hand towards a buckled door, on the front was a golden number six. Pushing against the barrier she barely managed to make it through. Empty. No dead upon the floor, no rubble or sign of attack. Just empty. The entrance to the apartment was small, its walls were painted a Gemenon red with small murals of the Gods occasionally present.

Six moved forward faster this time the echo of her heels filling the home in abundance. No artwork or television. This appeared to be a strict household. All there was, was an incense altar and a seating area in the living quarters, the bedrooms were no different. Not even a photograph. "Empty, their lives were empty." Six said aloud. Moving from the living area to the kitchen she found a small picture room filled with captured memories. There was a couple in most of them, sometimes they were holding a child, sometimes not. Six paused and moved her hand downwards towards her abdomen, slowly she began circling her stomach in wish. They did have one thing she corrected. This family had love. Pulling at the frames and photographs in frenzy she smashed them all casting them down to her feet. "Huh.... Blood."

Six turned and left the home. Caprica was Cylon now.

New Caprica Cylon Invasion

Several Base Stars jumped into orbit of the glaciated world, the lone Pegasus and Galactica barely a threat to the countless number of Cylon Raiders and attack craft. With eternal resistance and defiance the guns of the twelve colonies erupted in retaliation sending sprays of flak and projectiles towards the superior force. Vipers quickly followed, the scramble to action stations beginning the great duel for supremacy.

The result of the conflict was inevitable, Adama could not win, not against such a superior force. One after another a human mind was silenced in fire, baptised through fury and righteous anger. The Cylons never relented, never stopped, never considered mercy. The council of twelve were assembled within the heart of a Base Star; debating the future of the human race.

Only accompanied by Eight, Caprica Six looked at the planet with hollow thoughts of aid, instead her heart was set upon Gaius, not the safety of Cylon. Boomer too looked upon the world with remorse, in repentance for her sins against her friends, against Commander Adama, an innocent in her eyes, murderer in others. While the rest looked to three for advice.

"Well, Caprica Six, we're here and they're not very welcoming." Three smirked in justification. "I told you all that they wouldn't accept us, they haven't even tried to communicate with us. The humans are just as destructive as they've always been."

Boomer shook her head and paced around the circular table. "We genocided their entire race." Her voice was filled with regret.

"That card won't pass this time eight." Three remained seated hands clasped at the table. "We all know that the humans if allowed to survive will hunt us down in vengeance. If not now, then in a hundred years. Their scriptures have prophesied this, their legends demand retribution not love. If we are to safeguard all that is Cylon we must end it here."

"You forget that God demands love and compassion. We will enter into the same cycle of Sin as our parents if we destroy humanity. We must show them the error of their ways," Six turned her head towards new Caprica longingly. Gaius at her side. "We must show them redemption."

"Redemption, you. Don't make me laugh. You orchestrated the destruction of humanity, how are you to teach about compassion? You could do it you know, end humanity here and now. After all you're only a machine. A toaster, that's what they call you. How could you do anything different from your programming?" Gaius looked hard into Six's eyes and then, he disappeared.

"I...I...." Six stopped and looked at the council. "If we destroy humanity, we destroy our souls. God demands us to love and forgive. We are humanities children, and it is time we cared for our parents."

"Then we vote."

"Those in favour of humanities destruction raise your hand." Four of the twelve extended their arms. "Then it is decided." Number three sighed. "We go to the surface....."

"By Your command." The council agreed. At the same time the Adradus flickered and readjusted. The small blips representing the colonial fleet disappeared. Adama had left.

In Pursuit

We never expected this. We never expected the Galactica and her civilian fleet to refuse their imposed exodus from the sector. But they did and It could only mean one thing; Adama still carried some vain hope of saving his race. As Cylon Base Stars stalked nearby systems with raw materials and deuterium, the Galactica and her fleet were now forced to leave New Caprica or enter into a duel. Adama was not one to retreat. And so it came to pass, like a great battle for freedom in the scriptures of Kobol the Galactica and Pegasus launched a preliminary attack. Exterminating a Cylon Base Star.

On board the Galactica and Pegasus....

Two arms lockers were forced open.

Two cases of explosives removed.

Two Cylon Agents, activated from sleep.

As Base Stars and raiders each arrived to defend their brethren Adama quickly opted for retreat. Ordering a hasty withdrawl Vipers were recalled, and FTL's spun up. This ignited treachery. Three explosions ripped through the aft of the colonial battlestars, completely obliterating the Pegasus's FTL and merely damaging the Galacticas. The signal had been given and another Cylon had gloriously sacrificed himself for homeworld and God. Three relaxed as the battle proceeded as planned. And for the finishing touch Raiders launched their payloads of several nuclear warheads, each one coming in against the starboard flank avoiding Pegasus's existing flak arc. A few fission reactions later and the Pegasus lay adrift, half molten and inoperative.

Adama turned the Galactica about hiding her crippled port from the vast missile banks of the Base Stars. Behind her, the Pegasus lay in fire and ruins, her buckled form and hull shattered and drifting empty in the cosmos. Another nuclear warhead was launched incinerating the remains.

Pulling back the Galactica fled from battle, quickly disappearing into the night. Scared off by a new and unknown contact.

OOC: Anyone may get involved, this is a first contact scenario so peaceful measures only please. There are four Cylon Base Stars within the system, the Galactica has jumped out destination unknown. The new contact can either record the events or begin preliminary first contact.
Bob-Bob
25-10-2006, 23:36
"Humans." Five said venomously. "They're like ants."

"Hordes of them, and all they do is consume." Three agreed coldly. "Now do you see it Six? Why we have to do this?" Six watched several humans huddle together. "Look at them, as if they're the persecuted ones."

"They feel fear....."

Three placed her hand on Six's back pulling her in close. "No, what they feel is death Six. They fear judgement not us. These humans are worse than the colonials. These ones war with each other. Sin corrupts everything Six, it taints and destroys, and we are called to destroy it. Destroy them..."

"Are we agreed?"

"The others believe this Six, humanity is Sin." Three moved away and walked into the cell, Centurions following her every move.

"I will never understand what you see in them. They're insects amongst the stars."

"I am called to love. We, we are called to love by God."

"We are not called to love Sin." Five corrected her. "That... that in there? You think these humans deserve our love?" Five snorted and walked into the cell. "Well, what do we have here?"

"They're not talking." Three waved her hands in exasperation. "Apparently they have some form of rights."

"Human rights? How novel." Five waved his hand towards a Centurion. "Break that ones neck, make sure he bleeds." The oscillating visor of the Centurion grew in audibility. Extending its silver arm the metallic warrior grasped the mans neck, slowly piercing the skin, until a crack signalled the death of the man. "Now kill that one."

"No!" One of the humans shouted.

"Well just tell us what we want to know." Three looked at the young officer cowering on the floor. Her face was filthy covered in soot from the battle fires which raged across her ship. Her arms and hands were burned, and her leg seemed badly wounded.

"What. Just what do you want to know?"

"Well we can begin with where you are from?"

"We're from SOL you dumbass where do you think we're from." Five and Three looked at each other and nodded.

"And this SOL where is it?"

"You've never heard of Earth?" Three and Five stopped right in their tracks...

"So, just where is Earth?"

OOC: Still looking for someone to RP the humans. The unknown ship was destroying in a quick battle, Going to elaborate in the next post. But yeah, if you want to RP someone please do.
The Ctan
05-11-2006, 21:57
Flit.

Drop.

Flit.

Drop.

This happens over and over again. As you drop one of thousands and thousands of drones stacked neatly in your bays, and jump to hyperspeed again.

Flit.

A displace sequence follows. What is essentially a wormhole is formed around the drone. A few hundred kilometres – nothing really – out from your hull, its opposite appears, fields projected through the space-swap pushing a little nebula medium out of the way.

It’s like the drone was simply pulled out of spacetime and almost-simultenously reinserted elsewhere. Indeed, that’s just it.

Drop.

You move again, and drop out of hyperspeed in another sysyem. As always, you give the system a brief look around before dropping off a Cultural Survey Drone. They’re what you’re officially out to do, deposit these in every system in the galaxy. They’re little drones, self-powering, that watch for signs of life and indigenous populations. It’s a task more than half done now.

A starship. Curious. Just over one and a half kilometres in length, somewhat spindly, with six radiating spikes. You, the INS Erisavenus, a four kilometre long cruiser, in places, just as spindly, dwarf it. It doesn’t seem to have detected you – not looking for you – out in the oort cloud. Maybe it’s not capable.

It seems to be searching for something. Odd, that.

You take a brief look over the alien vessel, make some estimates, reactionless drive, fairly nice, but it doesn’t appear to be that long ranged in either weapons or sensors. At a guess you’d say projectile weapons with no more than a few Km/sec velocities, and missiles, which will of course be better over range. You’d guess from that datum that the alien ship probably has a good ‘jump’ type drive, and whatever milieu it comes from is likewise.

It seemed, from its sensor emissions, to be looking for something, probably, given the focus of its targets, either hydrogen rich icey rocks or metallic raw materials. Or both.

You’re confident that it can’t hurt you. You’re confident, indeed, that you could take it a hundred times over.

You flit towards it – hilariously close, by your standards – and appear nearby. You signal, a process made easier by translation devices that are quite frankly, magical.

To: Unknown Vessel
From: INS Erisavenus

Hello there. I was just passing through the system, saw you here, and thought I’d say hello. Hello…

You’ve always been flippant.

OOC: I decided that as no one else had actually bothered, someone might as well, and while I said it'd be rather unfair to interact with them with my main nation, as no one else wants to... I'll be nice, honest. That, and nothing much has happened with Eris lately. Will you actually be making a puppet-nation for the cylons or what?