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By Your Command (Cylon Intro)

Bob-Bob
21-10-2006, 19:42
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.

Humanity is vanquished and destroyed, broken into a thousand shards by the righteous hand of God. Aquaria, Aerelon, Canceron, Caprica, Gemenon, Leonis, Libran, Picon, Sagittaron, Scorpia, Tauron, Virgon, all cleansed from humanities taint, all burned by the consuming fire of an eternal judgement.

The Cylons have learned of the thirteenth colony, the home to lost tribe of Kobol. The cylons search for earth.

The council of Cylon meets to discuss the threat of humanity.

Assembled and united under victory the Cylon twelve meet in debate over the future of their race. Most are agreed that the salvation of humanity can only arise through a purging flame, yet many are unconvinced by the fruition of Gods divine will. Man cannot be saved as long as he lives. Humanity cannot be welcomed into the embrace of God without first praying for redemption.

"We know from number three that the Galactica is heading towards a place only known as earth."

"Earth?"

"Adama says he knows where it is."

"He's lying."

"Probably, but their faith in false Gods may drive them out of our range."

"Their scriptures do mention the thirteenth tribe, it is possible that earth exists."

"If we let them escape they will seek vengeance upon us."

"Yes, there is only evil in the heart of man. They will seek to destroy everything that is Cylon, if not now but in the future. Humanity will not forget us."

"Adama must be stopped."

"Are we agreed?" The circle of twelve each nodded. "Then we must decide upon our course of action."

"Our brothers and sisters aboard the Galactica can destroy her, we need only activate them."

"We need not endanger that which is Cylon. Let us dispatch raider parties."

"May I remind the council that we are still hunting down several other battlestars, the Pegasus still eludes capture."

"God will deliver her into our hands."

"Oh please, there is no God. Send a Basestar against Adama and launch several nukes. What's the point in wasting time?"

"For a model often placed in their false temples you show remarkably little faith."

"We're not all Six's."

"No, but we are all Cylon."

"Then let us do what Cylons do best. Destroy mankind."

"We must first see to their redemption before God."

"They will not renounce their false idols."

"We must at least try, it would be Gods will."

"Gods will is humanities destruction. They were already on a course of annihilation before we accelerated their decline."

"Let us try both. Without the Galactica the civilians are helpless. If we destroy her we can see to their souls."

"Are we agreed?"

"By your command." The twelve state in unison.
Wanderjar
21-10-2006, 19:57
From the dark recesses of the Immaterium, Ska'aresh felt the Cylon's precense. Their desire for death, the burning seeds of their hatred....their desire for war, all appeased the whims of the Blood God.

"Bring us out of the warp to meet them!" Commanded Ska'aresh, Lord of the Wanderjarian Chaos Cult. Formerly Emperor Baker, he renounced human intrests after he saw the true glory of Chaos, and the dark God's superior power. "I wish to discuss....a treaty."

The Titan Battlebarge, Ska'aresh's flagship, along with hundreds of other Capitalships and Cruisers, came out of the miasmatic Warp, and into Cylon Space.

"Give me a direct link, worm!" He shouted to a Cultist, operating the Communications systems.

"Yes Master!" He squealed. "You're will be done!"

Across all holo screens they might have possessed, or any other communications device, appeared the Chaos Cult Lord. His dead and decaying skin stuck tightly to his face. Cold eyes, gray as steel pierced through all who met his gaze, and needle like teeth lined his black mouth. Atop his forehead, was the asymetrical Eight Sided Star of Chaos, which glowed eerily a deep shade of purple. Dark, yet luminescent, but filled with power.

"Greetings," He growled, his booming, deep bass voice shaking stereo systems. "I am Ska'aresh, Lord of the Wanderjarian Chaos Cult. We know how you hate humanity, and we would gladly assist you in your plight. Death to the weakling race of Man! Death to the False Gods!"


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