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.
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.