NationStates Jolt Archive

“Mr Addison!” Yelled out an older man sitting at a desk who had his hands folded, the light in the room was rather generic and mundane, it reflected off of the grey plain surfaces slightly, Addison sat back in his chair looking back at the man shaking his head as he came out of a trance.
He responded “Oh yes?”

The older man sighed and sat back on his leather like floating chair, he swiveled it to look out of a liquid like holo window that looked over to a large city. He started to speak once more his voice reverberating through the mundane office.

“Agent Tomas Addison, I have seen your record, it is quite impressive… the TIC wants to promote you, to agent third first class, this is a big achievement, I congratulate you on your promotion. I see you have also done …. Some unorthodox methods of dealing with things, but … as Ive said you have well earned your promotion.. That’s all I wanted to speak with you about..”

Tom smiled a bit, he tipped his top hat at the senior officer and stood up, sliding the hover chair a few feet away, as he picked up his time cane, he started to walk out, his green eyes moving along the grayish office, he thought in his head with idle banter.
~This bloody office is so unappealing, its … disgusting in a plain unimaginative way, let’s hope when I get in to it I can change it…~

He started to walk out stepping on the tiled metallic floor, the door shimmering open in a burst of distorted energy, he stepped through it in to a massive lobby looking around at floating holo computers, temporal observation chambers, were agents would go to monitor Iota after Iota of information, streams of time would burst through holo monitors plastered upon walls. He looked at several others being followed by floating mini zeppelins, gathering some parts obviously to fix something in a nearby junction.


Tomas flipped his cane around tipped his top hat at lady and continued walking down a well lit path to another part of the facility, his new office. Idly he started staring and looking at changing pictures and pastels gliding across the walls as he continued to walk noticing the change of scenery from plain and dreary to rather vibrant and colorful. He smiled to himself loving the change as he turned the corner to see a rather nice in door mini forest and steps leading up to his new office that seemed to be built in to a large cylindrical shaped observation tower.
“My god, they actually expect me to work out of that… well I suppose they shouldn’t give me laps of luxury all the affairs I’ve had them deal with “He said
The door shimmered open in to to his office, his office was at the bottom, fully furnished, and well decorated. Colorful, a force stair case spiraled all the way to the top in to a large loft, he started to trek his way up his feet taping upon the invisible force stairs leading up to a large loft, he could see the city, the forest, everything from that large luxurious room, he smiled as he peered around all he could see was just the outside of the facility, the city, and other things…. He mentioned to himself.

“Well this is an interesting turn of events, perhaps they were not so angry about things..”

He said laughing to himself he sat on the edge of his bed starting to fiddle with a few of the holographic monitors in his room, telepathically turning them on.

He looked at several channels at once deciding it wasn’t worth spending time surfing through drivel, he shut them off standing up walking out, down to his office. It was time to keep an eye on the time stream, he rushed down to his office yet again, the walls turning in to streams of data and time immersing the cylinder in colorful pictures, streams of data and representations of space and time. He could see the dawn of mankind, the dawn of the Egyptian civilization; his eyes peered at the enormity of time, sitting back on a hovering chair placing his cane at the side of his desk as he watched pivotal events unfold with no interference or no anomalies that was the past. He wrapped his own arms around his chest looking up at the stream progress slowly but steadily, he went a bit silent in his thoughts as he was mesmerized by the flashes of people no one in his time has ever seen before. He suddenly stood up with a near panic telling the computer with a loud commanding voice

“Stop the stream at mark five eight nine two!”

The colorful cornucopia of images and data suddenly came to a grinding halt , he peered in to one image and a line of data under it his heart sank he gripped his cane in his hand his eyes looking upon the images of cities burning for some reason, something will happen . He saw just vague images of billowing smoke, destroyed ships, slagged planets that had lava flowing over their surfaces he could see sphere like ships that orbited them. He wondered for a second what or who could those be.

Those massive sphere like fortresses launching missiles energy beams , and rounds towards the surfaces of several planets turning them in to molten rock and barren wastelands, cities gone.. People vaporized. He was used to this sort of carnage, but he hadn’t seen it in a long time.. it had been a while since he stopped the last plot of the great machine from the future to destroy or conquer the past by all means… the great machine had many ways of doing things, many underhanded methods, it had Many ways to trigger events that would allow it to waltz in and conquer the galaxy as a whim in the past. He knew this had some handy work of either it or some of its disciples written all over it. But who did he hire, who did he hire to do this.. It looked like it was planned for years. Tomas looked up to the AI console and said.


“Well Computer please sends the recording of this event Director Breen’s office at once and post my request to be added to this case as soon as they see fit. “

The computer said with a blip and a soft robotic yet human female like voice.
“Yes sir”


Tomas then sat back waiting on his hovering chair, the soft light bouncing off of the colorful offices surfaces he waited for a call from the director. He knew his last adventure with the great machine nearly got him killed, he didn’t know where it came from or what it was, and all he knew it must be stopped before it strikes again

Three thousand, two hundred and twenty seven years from the present day.
In Deep Space.

“It has all happened before, and it will all happen again.” Sophia thought to herself as she looked out. “The words of the sacred scrolls are true.” the woman replied, as she looked up at Draidus. Around her, was debris, as ordinance from a recent battle fired off. Missiles unleashed, in a wild flare, as burning hulks of her ships had stood as a solemn reminder. “We have lost the war.” As she spoke the words, the screen sparked, and draidus died, like so many others had that day.

Sophia waked around the CIC, as the sparks had erupted from the over head circuitry overloading. The sparks fell down, gently to the floor. Smoke filled the air, as she looked at her crew. Their faces were covered in grease and burns. Their hands cut, others screamed. It was a wonder they had lived this long.

“What had happened to The Grand Alliance?” she thought to herself. “Earth, Kobol, The Colonies, Coredia, all laid in broken ash and flame. Nothing was left, nothing but this one ship.” She looked down, to see her sister, Emily laying in the floor, unconscious. Sophia reached down and checked her neck. As she placed her fingers on her jugular, the White Robed woman could feel a slight feint pulse. Sophia smiled for a moment. “At least you are still here sister.” she thought to herself.

Sophia stood up, and looked at her crew, as she walked over to the damage control. “Status.” she ordered.

As she looked, the lights on the board showed the damage the Battlecruiser Caprica had taken. Her port flight pod was gone, and the hull on the port and ventral sides were barely holding on. Batteries 3-14 were off line, and 1-2 were completely destroyed. “How had this happened?” she asked herself.

She reached over to the computer and brought up the FTL status. “FTL Jump engines 1-5 destroyed, 6 offline. Hyperspace engines offline.” She could only shake her head. “If they come back now, we are dead.” Sophia thought to herself.

She looked down for the first time in ages, and began to pray. “Lords of Kobol.” she said for a moment, then could not help but to laugh. “She was supposed to have been a lord, and now her people laid broken beneath a new great blaze. Like the Lords of Old, she could do nothing. Her mother, could do nothing. It was truly the end of time, yet still she decided to pray. “I know I am not much of one for praying, but we are all that is left. I do not expect your love, but I ask for my crew for your mercy.” she said.

She turned to her crew, “Cut that wire, and bypass the main circuit board, I want draidus back online five minutes ago.” the young dark haired woman in the white robe yelled out. She then grabbed the phone, “What is the status of jump drives?” she yelled. “I want that last drive online now. I do not care if you have to take a raptor and tie it to the ship, if those frakkers come back we are sitting ducks.” she replied.

As she spoke one of the crew began to scream. Sophia looked in horror, as the crewman was being fried by the circuitry. She sighed, as there was nothing that could be done. Then as the crewman fell over, sparks erupted overhead, as the draidus, scrambled but it did come back online. She ran over to the crew, who’s flesh was burnt. Their skin smelled as smoke rose from her body. “May God watch over you.” Sophia asked.

As she held the burnt body below her, a cry over the havoc of the battle came too... “Sir we have communications.” the man yelled. Sophia sighed once more, “About frakking time.” she replied as she got up. She stared at the face of the draidus. The battle was worse than she thought. Debris floated through the sky, as unfired ordinances began to ignite. She could see the images of the destroyed alliance vessels. It was Armageddon. As she watched, for the first time, she knew fear, she knew terror. Her hand shook as she reached for the phone. “This is the Kobolian Battle cruiser Caprica, to any ships. Is anyone alive?” she asked.

It was the worst of times for Padawan Mark Amaral, the last surviving apprentice of the fallen Emperor Travis Masaki. A small and unassuming boy with a mop of brown hair, he was the runt of his class, the one voted 'most likely to die in his first mission' by the rest of the Academy. And yet...the Emperor has chosen him, out of all the favored academy students, earning him the ire of all the other graduation students.

"Who does he think he is, that he's favored by the Emperor?"

"Is Masaki blind? Look at the kid's grades!"

"His family must have pulled some strings! Isn't his dad a Clan head?"

He himself always wondered why Travis would choose him and not the top student. Every time he asked his master in that squeaky voice of his, the self-proclaimed Time Master would always smile. "Because I see potential in you, Mark, even if no one else would see it. You will be a wise and powerful Knight."

And even when the Emperor told Mark to escape just as Giygas and his ally Darth Styx attacked, he never stopped believing that Mark was an important person. "I've said this time and time again, kid. You will be a Jedi Knight. And if the moment comes that I will fall by the Cosmic Destroyer's hand, even though I will not be in this mortal coil, I know that somehow, you will find a way to defeat Giygas, because no matter what, I believe in you, my apprentice! Now go! The Yamato awaits you!"

Now, the tiny boy brushed away tears as he laid down in a bunker of the Battlestar Yamato, the last known survivor of the cataclysm that took his Master and everything that he knew. "Why me? Everyone's dead...and I'm all that remains of the Order? It's impossible!"

But he was here, a small boy with an immense task before him. How would he even begin? For now, survival is the utmost goal and he would have to do everything in his power, such as it was, to ensure that it was so.

Then klaxons suddenly rang out and Chief ordered all crew to battlestations. The boy sat up suddenly, fearing the worst. "Oh no..."

As futile as it was, he ran out of his bunker and headed for the bridge of the Battlestar. Along the way, he could see that there were many passengers crying and praying for deliverance that would never come, as well as heavy damage in some areas. The Battlestar has lost its Yamato Cannons in the battle, as well as a number of its turrets and missile pods, and one of its flight pods was out of commission, but even if it was crippled, it was able fight...to the death, if necessary.

Captain Akira Kurosawa barked orders to his crew as Mark entered the bridge. "Captain? What's going on?"

"We've just encountered an active contact on our scanners. No telling what it is. Could be one of those Demons or something else." Akira replied softly to the young Padawan. He's much too young for this sort of thing. If only Masaki had sent someone older with him...but who knew what the man was thinking?

"Sir...we're getting faint IDF codes from the contact. It sounds like a Kobolian battlecruiser!" The sensor operator cried out.

"What?" Akira turned to the operator. Were there other survivors? "Can you confirm that?"

"I'll try, sir!" The operator nodded. Then... "I...I have communications! It's the Caprica!"

"Caprica?" That was one of the Kobolian battlecruisers involved in the battle. "Well, sounds like there's some survivors. Can you reply?"

"Yes. Yes, sir." The comms officer nodded and then began sending out comms on open channels. "Battlecruiser Caprica, this is the Battlestar Yamato! Can you read me, over?"

Darkness filled the void. Static, white and bleak filled the speakers, as the smell of smoke, and burnt flesh permeated through the CIC. It was hopeless, hell it was a miracle that those who had survived had done so. Why had the enemy stopped their attacks? The Caprica could not defend itself, it was helpless before the might of the enemy. Why did they leave? All of these questions and more ran through Sophia’s mind.

She put her hands on the table, and looked at the body of her unconcious sister. “Protect her, Sophia.” the words of her mother said before they went on the final mission. “She is your sister, dispite what she thinks or does never forget that. Protect her and love her.”

Sophia gazed at her sister’s face. It so dirty, covered in black grease. The body that laid asleep, covered in dirt. She could not help but to laugh. “If Emily knew this she would have had a fit.” Sophia thought to herself.

She reached down, and slowly picked up the body of her sister. Sophia reached back and slapped her hard. “Hey wake up princess.” she said.

“Huh.” Emily said barely awake.

“No time for napping, get your ass in gear Emily.” Sophia replied, as sparks exploded out of one of the computers.

Sophia ducked as the sparks flew near her. “Status of FTL?” she yelled.

“It will be a few more minutes before we can turn it on and begin to charge it up.” one of the men yelled. Sophia balled up her fist and slammed it on the table. “Isn’t this frakking great.” she said in anger.

Emily turned to her sister, ‘Sophie.” Emily said, using the name she had called her older sister since they were kids. “Calm down, getting all bitchy now will not do any good.” she replied.

Sophia turned to Emily. “Maybe it was not such a good idea to wake you up.” she said. Emily looked down, shyly away from Sophoa. As she did, the static came to life.

All eyes looked up to the speakers, as the message was loud and clear. Another ship had survived. Sophia quickly picked up the phone. “This is the Battle cruiser Caprica to the ship claiming to be the Yamato. Akira is that you? We have taken heavy damage, and are in need of immediate assistance. Plot a course to rendevous outside the battle area, to begin immediate repairs of both vessels. Caprica Actual out.”

Emily then looked to her sister and nodded, “Do we have engines?” she asked.

“We just got them online, at least three of the 12 engines are online and safe to use.” One of the crew yelled out. Sophia smiled at her sister, finally doing something useful. “Set the course and begin all ahead full on the three engines that have been cleared.

All eyes looked up to the speakers, as the message was loud and clear. Another ship had survived. Sophia quickly picked up the phone. “This is the Battle cruiser Caprica to the ship claiming to be the Yamato. Akira is that you? We have taken heavy damage, and are in need of immediate assistance. Plot a course to rendevous outside the battle area, to begin immediate repairs of both vessels. Caprica Actual out.”
"That sounded like Princess Sophia!" Mark said, hope swelling in his small chest. He wasn't the only survivor of the Order!

"Hmm. So we do have a survivor of the line of succession..." Captain Akira mused. Then he shook his head. "Never mind that now! Helm, how are our engines doing?"

"We've got 35% capacity." Helm replied. "Not perfect, but we should be able to get out of here with the Caprica. Hyperdrives and FTL are shot and will take some time to repair."

"Damn." Akira swore. "All right, we'll work with what we have. Plot a course out of this graveyard!"

The engines that still worked flickered once, twice and then flared to life. The ship finally began to move out and rendzevous with the Caprica...

The Battlecruiser Caprica limped out of the graveyard. With only three of her engines cleared, she was slow and cumbersome, like a star destroyer. Nine hours past, as the ship navigated past the debris, past the unspent ordinance, and the other trappings of battle, including trying to by pass her own flight pod.

Time passed as the wielders welded the ship, as spare parts were used, and as many make shift repairs that could be made were. It was a good thing that Kobol’s technology, much like that of the Colonies was rather simple in design. It made repairs much easier. Although it would still take months at a dry dock to get the ship back to any semblance of working order once again.

As the ship moved, and half the systems were being held together with duct tape, and chewing gum, slowly hope had come at last. Emily, and Sophia looked up at the draidus, as a green contact appeared. It was true, it was the Yamato.

The deck crew in the CIC cheered, as the Yamato appeared, and began it’s parrallel course to the Caprica. Sophia reached down, and picked up the coms. “Yamato Actual, this is Caprica Actual. Emily and myself will be coming over to your vessel with as many repair crews and parts as we can spare. Our on board factories are not in the best of condition, but we can hopefully try to bring the critical systems online in our vessels. We will be there within the hour.” She replied.

She hung up the phone, “Come on Princess.” she said to her sister. Emily stuck her tongue out at Sophia. Even though Emily was an adult, sometimes she could be a childish brat. Emily stood up and began to walk down the corridors that still remained. Bodies littered the halls, as repair crews did their best to repair the critical areas of the ship. Sophia as she walked by patted the men on the shoulder, hugged the women, and saluted the officers. Each one had done their best, and were still fighting to keep the ship together. Each of them had her gratitude and respect.

When they made their way to the only remaining flight pod, they both boarded a raptor. As it lifted off, they looked out at the ships. They both looked like swiss cheese. Emily gasped, at the sight of the destruction. Hundreds of ships entered the battle, only two remained. The harsh reality was all to clear, as they set down in the usually neat and clean coredian ship, followed by raptors full of as many parts that could be spared and repair crews. It was obvious, they were frakked.

"That would help." Captan Akira replied to Sophia. "I will prepare for your arrival." With that, he switched comms. "Flight deck, this is CIC. Clear the deck for repair crews from the Caprica...and the Empress."

"The Empress?" Mark asked as the crew cheered the return of an Empress.

"As far as I'm aware, young Mark, there are no other surviving members of the line of succession before Sophia. Until a Masaki shows up, she's the Empress of Coredia...or what's left of it, as well as the new Queen of Kobol." Akira explained. "Much as I hate to burden her with titles, tradition is all we have left to cling to, it seems."

"I see." Mark nodded.

"Now, come. We must prepare for her arrival." The captain said, ushering him out of the command center and down to the working starboard flight deck, passing by many droids, Realians and crew working hard to restore the Yamato to servicable condition. Even the Chief and his personal Realians were working hard to restore vital systems...

Tomas had already received word that he would be assigned in full capacity as the agent to investigate all of these.. Happenings, the great machine was a devastating monster he knew this. And he expected to go in to a situation of great peril, he stood up adjusting his suit and placing his top hat on his head, he adjusted his tie slightly looking around the large office, the renditions of history still streaming across and around the cylinder like a vortex of chaos, he sighed as he gripped is rather long and sleek umbrella cane, twirling it around as he started to walk out of his new office, he peered around his peoples work. He smiled a bit knowing that all of this could be gone in an instant.

He walked out towards the middle of the garden his loafers taping on the metallic marble like plaza underneath him, standing in the middle of this facility he started to press down upon his cane, a button clicking as he pressed it on the side of its base, a sudden flash of blue and white light engulfed the well suited man in a flame of a time and space vortex that sucked him from this reality, his body disappearing in to thin air through a portal dragging him thousands of years in to the future.
The crackling energy around his body holding him in a bubble of reality as he flew through the arcing vortexes of energy around him, the cane finally released its powerful hold on Tomas, as he shimmered back in to existence on another planet, another world, he quickly looked around. The scene was something out of a horror movie, nothing but blackened dusty and dirty ash.

His eyes focused slightly as he held his cane close to him on the sooty charred ground kicking up dust slightly. He was looking at a statue, it was a large statue toppled half way in to the dune of ash and glassy rock, it was a Terran statue of a solider of some sort holding a tattered UTF flag draped over what looked like to be bodies of some sort skeletons, he started to walk towards the grim site gently, as he noticed the city ruins around him littered with everything from dead android bodies, to debris of the past he thought to himself.

~The great machine! What did it do!~ he almost pleaded inside himself to find out what happened and how could this… line of death and destruction occur, he could not help but walk over the dead charred bodies of his brethren laying broken and lifeless inside the glassy charred ash that was once a sprawling city, the cold air nipping at his extremities. It was so cold… so dark… so alone, he could not help bu shiver slightly at creeping darkness that was spread over the world.

He turned around looking up to the stars, he noticed nothing.. Absolute darkness utter and total darkness, there was no sun there was simply this lifeless planet, fields of death, doom and ash wafted over the once grand city. He walked a bit more shifting over dusty bodies, charred representations of Terran Patriotism, and lively hood; only to find him at the ruins of a large capital building. It obviously wasint New Sol but this was a world very close to it, it was Tyrian. He saw the large emblem of the Sun of Tyrian, surrounded by an olive branch, and a sword running through it, and two planets on either side, it was charred and broken, but it was obviously vibrant back in the hay day of Terran Civilization, sporting gold, silver and blue green jewlws for the planets.


The words around the cracked emblem read.

“Fortiter Fideliter Forsan Feliciter”,(Bravely, faithfully and perhaps successfully )

His heart sank, utterly as he looked around this massive once vibrant powerful planet a core system in one of the most powerful civilizations in history, it was gone broken, charred seemingly unfixable, it was utterly cold.. getting worse it seemed, he tried to press his cane again slamming it down upon the dusty ground clicking the button, but nothing… it did however send a continuous stream of alerts in to space, like a distress signal, vaguely recognizable. In to the dark utterly silent sky that seemed to have fallen upon the great city of Tyranis, Destroying it utterly.

Pain suffering could all be seen and heard in Tomas’s mind, he couldint take this anymore he had to get out but his device seemed to have been jammed at least during this time period temporal travel seemed sporadic or at least impossible , he cringed as he saw image after image of cities burning planets molten, structures falling in to large craters, sun s exploding, people being engulfed in flames , energy, or just wiped from existence. Whatever happened in the last few thousand years, seemed to have taken the Terrans to the brink of extinction, all his people were gone and he.. He was the only one left in this time period of the Terran Federation, or whatever it was called now. he sighed and looked away down to his feet as he just waited… hopefully someone might be passing by and his beacon might alert them or it … whatever this universe carried at this point. It was nothing bu cold and darkness , nothing but death and destruction.

It seemed like things were at the end for the Terrans, and he was the only one who could find out how or why it happened and hopefully if he got to a temporally active node he might be able to jump back and warn of this catastrophic event, that was obviously not part of the normal time line at all. Just some random event due to the great machines meddling upon the past, but for no he was stuck, stuck in wait. Wondering who or what he would meet. The funny thing was, the planet wasn’t destroyed like many others he saw he figured the Terrans of this future were able to construct a void field around the planet as their sun went nova, but it failed due to Great machine interference and they ended up being flung out in to the galaxy thousands of years ago. This void system had to be on the planet somehow, some place. For now though he would have to wait.

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Seven Raptors, slowly began their descent into the aftermath of hell and pain. Sophia, and Emily could barely believe their eyes. The Yamato, the pride and joy of the Coredia, one of the most beautiful vessels in the grand alliance looked like she was being held together by the pure luck of the gods.

Emily looked out, and being the more empathetic of the two sisters, began to weep. Not for the dead, but for the living. God only knew what they were to do. Sophia slowly put her arm around Emily. “Be strong. We need you.” Sophia told her little sister.

Emily pulled her hand up to her eyes and tried to wipe the tears away. She knew Sophia was correct. People in the Kobolian fleet looked up to her, the daughter of the Queen. If she was lost in despair, what in the hell would they think.

Sophia, just held her sister tight, as the Raptor began to descend. As it touched down, along with the other six, the Raptors were pulled inside. With a hiss, the doors opened, as the pair walked out, with over 40 men to repair the ship and unload the supplies.

Sophia, dressed in her traditional white robe of the Hashshashin Order, walked next to her sister, who wore a pink hello kitty t-shirt and form fitting jeans.
She saw a most profound sight as the raptor touched down. As she stepped out, crew stopped and began to salute her.

Sophia turned to Emily, “What is going on?” she asked her sister. Emily smiled, as she secretly knew. Being a reader like her mother, the thoughts of others came to her with ease. “Hope.” Emily said. “You are bringing them hope.” She said smiling for the first time in months.

Sophia’s eyes were wide, as the Coredians before her saluted. She lowered her head for a moment, not sure what to do until the sharp pain of her sister’s elbow colliding with her snapped her out of it. “Sophie.” Emily said...

Sophia turned to her sister, and sighed. She raised her hand to salute the brave men and women of Coredia.

Then the Captain and the small boy known as Mark Amaral entered the hangar bay. They, too saluted. Captain Akira nodded to her in respect. "Empress Sophia. Welcome to the Yamato."

If ever there was a kodak moment, it was now, as Sophia Agatheon, the disciplined sister’s jaw nearly hit the floor. Emily smiled, as she stood back. “Long Live the Empress of Coredia, Long live the Queen of Kobol.” Emily said with a grin a mile wide as she began to clap. Sophia turned to Emily, “What...” Emily just smiled back and began to clap. Emily knew the truth, it was not about Sophia, it was about moral, it was about the crew. They needed this, they needed her, not for her but for what she represented. Home.

"Long live the Queen! Long live the Queen!" Everyone took up the cry.

Sophia turned and looked at the men and women of the Yamato... “Was this really happening?” she asked herself.

Emily walked over to her overwhelmed sister. “Shake their hands, talk to them. Remember it is not you, you are a symbol. Nothing more. You mean something to them even if it is not you. Act the part, give them hope and strength.” Emily whispered in Sophia’s ear, as she held her hand and walked over to the crew. Sophia knew Emily was right, the social scene was always her arena.

Empress Sophia walked to the crew, taking the time to talk and shake everyone’s hand. “How are you, are you holding up ok? The questions rolled off her tongue, as she made sure she saw everyone in the hanger, before talking to the boy and the captain.

The last, but not least person, was the commander of the Yamato. Sophia, saluted Akira. “How may I be of service, Admiral?” she asked him. Emily took note of the small boy that was scared out of his mind. She kneeled down to him. “Hello, my name is Emily.” she said to the boy as she touched his shoulder lightly. “Are you ok, would you like something to eat?” she asked the boy.

The last, but not least person, was the commander of the Yamato. Sophia, saluted Akira. “How may I be of service, Admiral?” she asked him.
"Admiral?" Akira Kurosawa smiled. "Since when have I been promoted?"

Emily took note of the small boy that was scared out of his mind. She kneeled down to him. “Hello, my name is Emily.” she said to the boy as she touched his shoulder lightly. “Are you ok, would you like something to eat?” she asked the boy.
As it turns out, little Mark was indeed hungry. "Y-yeah. I'm Mark..."

Empress Sophia turned to the new Admiral, and with a wiry smile and a soft spoken voice, she answered him. “If I am now Empress and Queen, then by military protocol, I am not in direct command of the military am I not?” she said as she placed her hand on his shoulder, in a comforting gesture.

She then turned to him, looking him directly in the eye, “And also, as the now senior military officer in this,” she paused for a moment, hesitating to call two wounded warships a fleet, then sighed, ‘this massive armada of ours.” she said in a jovial tone, “Then that would make you an Admiral.” Sophia responded. She turned to the Admiral and issued him one order, under her authority as Queen of Kobol, and Empress of Coredia. “Kneel, my friend.” she told him.

As the new promotion was sure to give the crew of both vessels hope and joy, Emily sat back and watched her older sister. Emily had never been prouder of Sophia in her life. Sophia was adaptable, and unlike Leonidas, seemed to embrace her destiny, not for herself but for the people. Emily turned now to the last of the Jedi Order, this boy Mark, who others had thought was too weak, and too soft. All the things they thought about her as well. Emily smiled, “Well Mark,” Emily said, “It looks like we are the last of the Order, the Queen myself and you. Guess that makes you a council member.” Emily said smiling at the boy.

As Emily spoke, The Admiral kneeled.

“By the power invested in me by the people of Kobol, by the ancient linage of the Masaki Clan, and the traditions and laws of Coredia, I promote you to Admiral of the Fleets of Kobol and Coredia.” Sophia responded as she pulled out her sith sword and tapped both of his shoulders. “Congratulations, Admiral.” Sophia responded.

“Well Mark,” Emily said, “It looks like we are the last of the Order, the Queen myself and you. Guess that makes you a council member.” Emily said smiling at the boy.
The boy's eye's widened. "Me...a Council member? I haven't even made Knight yet! I wouldn't know the first thing about being on the Council!"

“By the power invested in me by the people of Kobol, by the ancient linage of the Masaki Clan, and the traditions and laws of Coredia, I promote you to Admiral of the Fleets of Kobol and Coredia.” Sophia responded as she pulled out her sith sword and tapped both of his shoulders. “Congratulations, Admiral.” Sophia responded.
"Thank you, my Lady." Admiral Kurosawa replied as the crew applauded. "I will serve you well."

Suddenly, there was a faint contact on Dradis and Coredian sensors...several of them, in fact...

The boy's eye's widened. "Me...a Council member? I haven't even made Knight yet! I wouldn't know the first thing about being on the Council!"


Emily leaned down to Mark, and smiled. "There is not much to be ready for. Can you sit in a chair and cast judgement about others." she said trying to make a joke out of it. She then placed her hand on the side of his shoulder in a friendly gesture. "It is ok then, with your permission, might I continue your training and help you be the man Travis and I both know you can be?" Emily asked Mark, in a sweet and sincere tone.

Empress Sophia nodded. "Ok, first thing we need to do is search for any survivors. We will allocate any resources we have, and begin to scuttle a lot of the scrap metal outside for smelting and refurbishing processes on the Caprica.” Queen Sophia the first ordered.

As she spoke her first order to her new Admiral, Two officers, one Kobolian, the Other Coredian walked up to her and the Admiral. “Your majesty, Sir. Draidus and sensors have just received a signal sir.” The Kobolian officer responded, ‘It would appear to be a civilian convoy. Ten freighters and passengers ships from Kobol, and eight from New Coredia. Both have minimum damage.” The man replied.

Sophia turned to him, “Very well. Signal the ships. I would like a complete crew manifest, as well as any parts, food stores, fuel levels, and technical schematics on the vessels. Once this has been completed, signal the civilian vessels to form a convoy line with the Caprica and Yamato.” she ordered.

Emily leaned down to Mark, and smiled. "There is not much to be ready for. Can you sit in a chair and cast judgement about others." she said trying to make a joke out of it. She then placed her hand on the side of his shoulder in a friendly gesture. "It is ok then, with your permission, might I continue your training and help you be the man Travis and I both know you can be?" Emily asked Mark, in a sweet and sincere tone.
"Yeah...I guess that's a good idea." Mark said.

Empress Sophia nodded. "Ok, first thing we need to do is search for any survivors. We will allocate any resources we have, and begin to scuttle a lot of the scrap metal outside for smelting and refurbishing processes on the Caprica.” Queen Sophia the first ordered.

As she spoke her first order to her new Admiral, Two officers, one Kobolian, the Other Coredian walked up to her and the Admiral. “Your majesty, Sir. Draidus and sensors have just received a signal sir.” The Kobolian officer responded, ‘It would appear to be a civilian convoy. Ten freighters and passengers ships from Kobol, and eight from New Coredia. Both have minimum damage.” The man replied.

Sophia turned to him, “Very well. Signal the ships. I would like a complete crew manifest, as well as any parts, food stores, fuel levels, and technical schematics on the vessels. Once this has been completed, signal the civilian vessels to form a convoy line with the Caprica and Yamato.” she ordered.
The civilians, happy to have found friendly warships to defend themselves, did as they were told, at least for now. And luckily for the Order, there was a Jedi Knight by the name of Marco Ramsey who was forced to lead the civvies to safety by necessity. It was he who the Queen will soon parlay...

Three hours later, Empress Sophia sat quietly in meditation on her old ship the Caprica. Papers were flung about her, as she crossed her legs. Her white armored robes covered her body like a sheet, as she held in her hands her saber. She loved this sword, much more than the jedi would their own Light sabers. She could feel it’s weight. She could touch the cold metal. Above all else, it was far more real to her than a small light stick with a blade that appeared and disappeared. It was not that she did not have a light saber, but like all of the Division of the Light, the metal was forged of her hands, of her ability. It was as much her as an arm or a leg.

She closed her eyes, as she meditated on what to do. The force was against them, as it usually was in it’s whimsical ways. Sophia could not help but to muse to herself how correct her mother was. How the force enjoyed to push people around like pawns in it’s own sick game. She revealed in the truth of her aunt. That the force did not do violence for the sake of violence, but it just liked the sound of the chaotic and violent notes being played throughout the symphony of the galaxy. Not that any of it mattered, it had it’s way, and now the galaxy, and the human race were nearly extinct.

Sophia closed her eyes, seeking what to do... however soon without her knowing a way to save themselves and those who died would soon become apparent.

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Emily stayed on the Yamato. As the next in line of the throne, she knew her presence on the Yamato would not only be an inspiration to the moral of the Coredians, but also to her new friend and apprentice Mark.

Emily sat with him in the lunch hall, eating with him. She could not help but to admire the boy. He was scared but he tried to act brave. He was lost and confused, but acted with a strength of a natural leader, although the boy never knew it.

Emily turned to him, “It is a common practice on Kobol, as it was on Ossus, that when an apprentice is taken, that the master gives the apprentice a gift.” Emily said smiling to the young padawan in front of her.

Emily reached down to her belt, and unclipped and grabbed a light saber. She placed it on the table, it had a black ebony hilt, with gold interwoven on the outside. It was beautiful as it was a single hilt blade, with two emitters one at the top and one at the bottom. There were three buttons on the blade. As Mark turned it on, a purple blade popped out of one of the sides, as he pushed another, a second purple blade appeared in the underside. Emily smiled.

“My mother made two of these. Although she did not like light sabers and rarely used them, she did find them necessary from time to time. In our tradition, we hand down a blade from a fallen to a new apprentice. It shows the sacrifice of those before you, as well as the hope of the future. This blade was on her for many years. I have the other on me.” Emily said, her smile gone, and now she looked more somber as she thought of her mother. “I hope it protects you well.” Emily said, as she got up, leaving one of the two blades on the table.

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The Battle Cruiser Caprica.

As the ships formed their convoys, Queen Sophia’s eyes re-opened. She looked down to one of the vessels, a Coredian freighter, named the “Issus Movers Corporation Talon.” She narrowed her eyes slightly and read the ship’s manifest. “Six hundred and twenty two crew.” She smiled, as she stood up and sheathed her sword.

She walked up to the CIC of the Caprica, and got on the coms. “Yamato, this is the Caprica. The Empress requests the presence of the Admiral at once, about acquiring the new resources to continue the repairs.”

Emily stayed on the Yamato. As the next in line of the throne, she knew her presence on the Yamato would not only be an inspiration to the moral of the Coredians, but also to her new friend and apprentice Mark.

Emily sat with him in the lunch hall, eating with him. She could not help but to admire the boy. He was scared but he tried to act brave. He was lost and confused, but acted with a strength of a natural leader, although the boy never knew it.

Emily turned to him, “It is a common practice on Kobol, as it was on Ossus, that when an apprentice is taken, that the master gives the apprentice a gift.” Emily said smiling to the young padawan in front of her.

Emily reached down to her belt, and unclipped and grabbed a light saber. She placed it on the table, it had a black ebony hilt, with gold interwoven on the outside. It was beautiful as it was a single hilt blade, with two emitters one at the top and one at the bottom. There were three buttons on the blade. As Mark turned it on, a purple blade popped out of one of the sides, as he pushed another, a second purple blade appeared in the underside. Emily smiled.

“My mother made two of these. Although she did not like light sabers and rarely used them, she did find them necessary from time to time. In our tradition, we hand down a blade from a fallen to a new apprentice. It shows the sacrifice of those before you, as well as the hope of the future. This blade was on her for many years. I have the other on me.” Emily said, her smile gone, and now she looked more somber as she thought of her mother. “I hope it protects you well.” Emily said, as she got up, leaving one of the two blades on the table.
"Thank you." Mark replied quietly. The blade of Queen Hera...and now it was his. It had a strange feel to it, like it was cold to the touch, but it seemed to accept him as its next master. The boy sighed and clipped it near his own lightsaber.

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The Battle Cruiser Caprica.

As the ships formed their convoys, Queen Sophia’s eyes re-opened. She looked down to one of the vessels, a Coredian freighter, named the “Issus Movers Corporation Talon.” She narrowed her eyes slightly and read the ship’s manifest. “Six hundred and twenty two crew.” She smiled, as she stood up and sheathed her sword.

She walked up to the CIC of the Caprica, and got on the coms. “Yamato, this is the Caprica. The Empress requests the presence of the Admiral at once, about acquiring the new resources to continue the repairs.”
"Caprica, this is Yamato. The Admiral will be there shortly." The comms replied.

Making a long story short, the Admiral took a short trip to the Caprica.

"What do you have in mind?" Admiral Kurosawa asked as he met up with the Queen.

As Emily walked away she could not help but to notice Mark once more. So sad, so lonely, so empty. She had done her best, but for now she knew he needed time alone. He needed to find his own way through the forrest of despair. She lowered her head as her own grief over came her. Now alone, Emily could clear the thoughts and emotions of others, and could only feel what she felt. She walked through the halls by herself, into her quarters as her own grief over came her. She understood all to well what Mark felt like, as she laid down and cried herself to sleep.

Battle cruiser Yamato:

It would seem Sophia had even less time to be concerned about herself than before. As the newly appointed Admiral walked into her room, she turned for a moment and smiled. The quarters were a wreck. Papers thrown around on the floor, books that laid open. It looked more like who did it and ran, than what she or any military official would usually have in their room.

She turned to the Admiral. “Hello.” she said. “Well I have just gotten reports that our supply on raw materials is reaching a critical low, and our ships are in desperate need of repairs. With these materials, including the Dornalians gray paste running low we need to aquire new metals and fast.” Empress Sophia replied, “Otherwise we will not be able to hold ourselves together to make it to New Coredia to see if there are any more survivors.”

She took out a small flat knife and threw it at the schematics of the Coredian cargo ship Talon. She turned to the Admiral. “Just over six hundred crew, and stocked with fuel and food supplies. I would like to move the people off of this ship, and reallocate them around the fleet. Be sure to keep families together at all costs. Then I want the food and fuel distributed throughout the fleet based on military rations for each person. Assume, one meal a day to keep starvation levels at a minimum. Then we need to cut her up and melt her down. With the metals on this ship, we can repair the other ships as well as our own.” Empress Sophia replied.

“Once the repairs are complete, then lets go to New Coredia.” she said with determination.

Battle cruiser Yamato:

It would seem Sophia had even less time to be concerned about herself than before. As the newly appointed Admiral walked into her room, she turned for a moment and smiled. The quarters were a wreck. Papers thrown around on the floor, books that laid open. It looked more like who did it and ran, than what she or any military official would usually have in their room.

She turned to the Admiral. “Hello.” she said. “Well I have just gotten reports that our supply on raw materials is reaching a critical low, and our ships are in desperate need of repairs. With these materials, including the Dornalians gray paste running low we need to acquire new metals and fast.” Empress Sophia replied, “Otherwise we will not be able to hold ourselves together to make it to New Coredia to see if there are any more survivors.”

She took out a small flat knife and threw it at the schematics of the Coredian cargo ship Talon. She turned to the Admiral. “Just over six hundred crew, and stocked with fuel and food supplies. I would like to move the people off of this ship, and reallocate them around the fleet. Be sure to keep families together at all costs. Then I want the food and fuel distributed throughout the fleet based on military rations for each person. Assume, one meal a day to keep starvation levels at a minimum. Then we need to cut her up and melt her down. With the metals on this ship, we can repair the other ships as well as our own.” Empress Sophia replied.

“Once the repairs are complete, then lets go to New Coredia.” she said with determination.
"The captain won't like melting down his own ship. They tend to view their ships as sacrosanct." The Admiral mused. "But perhaps I could persuade him that we need the repairs. And of course, keeping the families together helps. I'll go over to see him, then. Will there be anything else?"

The Empress shook her head slightly, "No Admiral, that is it. Would you and your senior staff like to have dinner at some point. It might be good for morale, as well as to help our two ships to work more effiecently together." she asked.

An indeterminate amount of time later, after the smelting/ distrubution has been completed, the fleet jumped to New Coredia graveyard.

(OOC: I did not see a need to RP the welding parts. If you want to play it out CW please IM me and I will edit. Anyway it is your show, I just wanted to get us to the reminants of your capitol)

New Coredia, once the vibrant heart of Coredian civilization, was not so much a floating city as a floating country, being quite big indeed. But now it floated in tatters, torn apart by an Enemy that never stopped killing. High levels of supernatural energy still permeated the area, giving a hint as to the type of foe that cut out the heart of Coredian society. The energy still warped and twisted the area, making it a challenge for the ships' helmsmen to move through the debris. And soon...they reached the core of the capital. Air leaked from holes in the core's sides, but something good came of the search.

Through the Force and through life-signature detectors onboard the warships, survivors could be sensed. Frightened, desperate for rescue, but alive. It wouldn't be hard to mount a rescue mission to save them.

Little did anyone know, though, that the survivors were nothing more than bait to finish the remnants of Coredian and Kobolian society off...

Once there was darkness, then their was light. As if someone flipped a switch, as if the room itself became alive, hope filled the air of both warships. The small sensors, detected what the Empress and Emily could also feel. True hope in the form of life.

Empress Sophia quickly made her way to the CIC. The ship still looked like hell, as the weilders and repair men continued diligently to bring systems that were down online. The air smelled of melted metals, and dried blood. She turned to the Commander. “What is on draidus?” she asked sharply.

“Your highness.” the commander replied with a cold tone, “So far the scene does not look good. Over seventy three percent of New Coredia is free floating debris.” he said as he showed her the fatal outcome of the battle with Giygas.

She shook her head, “The Debris only interests me in terms of aqauiring new raw materials to continue repairs, no I want to know of the survivors.” she replied.

The commander sighed, as he turned his head and nodded. ‘Your highness, we are detecting several thousand survivors in the central core of New Coredia.” he replied. “Although that is true, Empress I must say, we do not have the room or the supplies to take on that many survivors.”

She turned her head to him, “Excuse me, we need to get those people over here.” she replied in a harsh tone.

“With all due respect ma’am, even with replicator and food stores we only have a ten year food supply with the current amount of people to feed. If you add this many more that will drop out food supply to last just over two years. To make matters worse, we do not have room to store them all.” he replied.

She lowered her head, “How much room do we have across the fleet if we pack them like sardines, and also assuming that we can salvage supplies from New Coredia.” she replied back, obviously highly agitated, and unwilling to accept his answer.

“That is just it ma’am, even if we pack the ships with everyone we can fit, we will have no room for supplies.” he told her. “I recommend we take all the supplies we can fit in our ships, and extend our own fleets chance for survival. Who we have here, is the future of humanity.”

Sophia grew quick to anger, “Commander.” she replied harshly, “I have no intention of leaving people behind if we can fit them in. If we have about one year, I suggest you find a habitable planet very quickly.”

“Ma’am, my first priority is to the welfare of this ship and crew, as you know. If that is an order, then you will have to know that I can not obey it.” the commander replied.

Sophia glared at him, “Then it is treason.” she replied harshly, as she held out her hands to him, several sharp discs shot out of her arm into the commander. He fell back quickly as the small razors flew into his torso, ripping his heart, and lungs. The man landed with a thud, as blood began to bubble out of his mouth. Sophia turned to the Executive Officer. “Will you obey my order?” Sophia asked in a cold voice.

The man stared at his commander nervously and looked up to his queen. “Yes ma’am.” he replied, as he picked up the coms. “This is the XO, prepare all raptors for boarding and retrieving survivors.”

On Board the Coredian Battlestar Yamato, Emily ran through the decks. “Where is he?” she asked herself, “Where is that apprentice of mine?” she asked as she ran through the decks looking for him. Finally she found him, in a room, although by it’s size it was more of an over glorified closet.

“Mark.” Emily called to her now sleeping apprentice.

“Yeah Emily what is it?” he asked her as he rubbed the sleepy off his eyes.

“Get up.” she said, “We got a mission.”

Mark looked up to her puzzled, “A mission, how?” he asked.

“There are survivors on New Coredia.” she told him. “We are to send every shuttle to New Coredia that the Yamato and Caprica have and go rescue your people.” she said excited.

“Survivors?” Mark asked.

“Yes now get up.” she replied she closed the door to let the boy get ready.

One Hour later, Every shuttle and Raptor departed both ships, heading to the core of New Coredia. Fourteen ships in all, they slowly dodged debris, as they docked with New Coredia. Salvation at the point of a gun was at hand for who ever they could fit on board. The rest... well may God have mercy on them.

Soon, the shuttles and Raptors entered one of the few working hangar bays that lead to the capital. Almost immediately as they entered, they were met by one Jedi survivor, the self-proclaimed leader of the remaining Coredians, Marco Ramsey. Mark's little heart swelled with hope at finding another Jedi survivor. Perhaps there would be more?

"Lady Emily, young Mark." Marco bowed respectfully to them, before breaking out in a relieved smile. "You two are a sight for sore eyes. Come quickly. The survivors will need your help."

Marco led them and their group to the other survivors, who cheered as they saw the beautiful Lady Emily, protector of the people. Hope was there, even in the depths of darkness!

Emily walked along side her new apprentice, on board what was left of the New Coredia. “What a dump.” she thought to herself as she stepped over broken beams, and burnt wiring. Soon though she saw a man whom she had not seen since the beginning of the war. As Marco walked up and greeted her with the survivors, Emily smiled. At first she bowed to the correct measure according to his rank in the Jedi Order. “Marco-sama.” she replied. She then looked up to him, and could not help herself.

Emily walked over to him, and hugged the man of Coredian thus Japenese ancestry. “Frak protocol.” she replied as she wrapped both arms around him for a moment, then pulled away. “Gods it is good to see all of you.” she remarked. For a Jedi Master she really did not look the part, as her pink “Hello Kitty” shirt was visible in the flickering lightning conditions.

She turned to the people, walking to as many as she could, to greet, shake hands, give a shoulder to cry on, whatever they needed for the moment to increase their morale, up to certain limitations. Once that was done, she turned to Marco. “Marco-sama.” she asked more than stated his name. “If it is possible, I need a word with you in private.” she asked not with her usual happy smile, but more of a solemn face.

Marco nodded, and they proceeded to walk together, down the once beautiful and now ruined New Coredia.

“Look Marco.” she said. “I got some bad news, the majority of the fleets are gone. We only have ten civilian ships and A battlestar and a battle cruiser. That is it. Sophia has ordered that we put as many as we can, but that is only roughly five thousand people.” she said to him looking horrified at the very words she was saying. “We need to choose who can go and who can stay. The Empress and Queen, has ordered eight women to every two men, of child bearing age, or very soon of child bearing age.” she said sadly as she placed her hand on his shoulder.

Emily sighed in despair, not a normal attribute that Emily Agatheon had ever shown. “I need you to select the people who are to go. You know these people better than I do. You know who has skills valuable to survival and who does not. The Human race... she paused for a moment, is nearly extinct.

She then turned to the people and smiled. “I also know that young Mark, is grief struck. Do you happen to know where Travis put his holocron. Maybe it would give him some comfort. Any hope in these times is better than none.” she asked him as she tried to force a smile.

Marco sighed. "Very well, Lady Emily, but for the record, I wish to officially enter my disapproval of the...Empress' decision. It is my opinion that we should save as many as we could, regardless of the consequences. The synthesizers could be put to work, using organic raw materials for food and clothing. Won't be tasty, but it'll fill bellies. As for the holocron, the Emperor has left a DNA-locked chest that I was instructed to protect. I presume it would contain his holocron."

He gave a wan smile. "His Majesty was always known for his contiguency plans and foresight. The chest is in one of the tents. Now if you'll excuse me, I shall select five thousand out of fifteen thousand to take with us..."

The Jedi Knights words hit Emily like a brick wall. “I have to choose...” The guilt was horrific, as she watched Marco walk over and explain to the people the circumstances. She felt the room go dark, grow cold, as the men and women shouted. “You can not be serious, you plan on leaving us behind.” some yelled.

Others started to cry, as a few more began to throw objects at the Jedi Knight. Emily looked down, her eyes filling with tears. She took her right hand and slowly raised it to her face, wiping off the salty tears from her pale flesh.

Emily’s heart soon filled with grief, and heavy with shame. With her head lowered, her brown eyes only stared at the blackened and burnt floor. Sorrowfully she began to walk towards the tent. With a quick blur, the young boy she befriended stood in front of her. His hands out, begging Emily with his hand signals to stop.

She cast her gaze at him, and for the first time, the boy saw what mirrored his own eyes, true sorrow and grief. Mark stood there, with the fortitude of the great man he is destined to be. “Master...” he said as his voice cracked with emotion. “You can not be serious?” he asked her, his eyes longing to hear words of retraction, or anything.

Emily kneeled down to Mark. “We have too.” she said as her words began to choke with the pain of her decision. “We do not have enough to take care of everyone.” she said as her shaking hands reached up to the boy’s shoulders.

“But Emily!” Mark protested. “These are my people, OUR people.” the boy said as his eyes grew defiant. “What kind of Jedi are we if we do not protect them?” he asked. “This place is a tomb and you know it!” the boy nearly shouted at his master.

(To be continued by CW.)

Emily seemed taken aback by Mark's sudden words.

"What would Master Travis do if he were here? Or Queen Hera? Or even Master Rydo?" Mark asked. "You heard what the guy said. We could still feed everyone with the synthesizers. Let's find a way to squeeze fifteen thousand people in the fleet, even if we're going to get crowded! And if Queen Sophia still says no, well...well...frak her!"

He was breathing hard after his little speech, but something that felt like his Master's presence brushed past him as if in approval. He was beginning to grow a pair, that's for sure!

Taken back was hardly the words to describe how Emily felt at the moment. Guilt filled her, sorrow, and shame. She had her orders, orders from her very flesh and blood. It was not like it came from her bastard brother, no it came from her older sister. The one Emily looked up to all her life. She sighed as the guilt of the order still filled her head.

“Does Sophia want to save everyone she can, or does she want to make sure the people she has will survive?” Emily asked herself. If only she could talk to her sister, to find out her intentions.

As Mark finished his rant she looked out into the crowd. A woman kneeled towards her six year old daughter. The red head child was crying in her mother’s arms. Emily knew the child did not fit the requirement. She knew the child would be left behind. As she stared at the face of innocence, all she could think about was one final question. “If I follow this order, am I, or we as a people worthy of surviving?”

Emily’s eyes scanned the crowd, frantically as she felt such inner tension as she has never felt. She lowered her head and began to pace, until the only viable solution came.

“Marco.” she yelled. “Frak those orders. Either Everyone goes or the fleet stays.” she yelled to the Jedi Knight. Emily then turned her attention to her apprentice. She stayed silent, and although he could see on her face the stress of leading, she still managed to smile at him once more.

A small smile appeared on Marco's face. He's heard the ranting and arguments. "Of course, Milady. Now go and find that holocron."

He turned to the crowd. "All right, everyone. Please gather your belongings and line up so we can properly take you into the fleet. And no, that grand piano does not count as a belonging, Mr. Woltar."

A ripple of laughter occurred as a sheepish old man tried to carry his grand piano with him and dropped it with a musical bang.

Meanwhile, Mark and Emily went to search for the treasure chest and it didn't take long before they did. Noticing that there was a biolock on what would be the keyhole, Mark pressed his thumb on it.

"Processing...access granted." So spoke a soft voice. The chest opened and inside was a combat yo-yo and Travis' holocron. As soon as he grabbed the items, a holocron.

"Hello, Mark. I see you have found my holocron. Then that means I have fallen to the Enemy." Travis' hologram sighed. "I must beg your forgiveness for not being with you. I know you are grieving, but I shall give you my last piece of advice: be strong, my apprentice. You need to be strong for whoever have survived this terrible war, for without the hope of the Light, the darkness will consume everything. But I did not leave you with nothing. I would be a poor master if I did! I leave you with my favorite combat yo-yo. It has served me well and it will serve you as well. I also leave you with lessons in this holocron and a plan to deal with Giygas. A most desperate plan and it probably breaks a hundred laws, but it's one that I have devised should I go down fighting him. I will inform you of the plan when you return to whoever is in charge. Now go...and may the Force be with you."

A sad smile was plastered on Mark's face, then turned warm as he turned to Emily. "Let's go help the others."

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Approaching New Coredia

He one was the Lord's most trusted servant, a vile being of every nightmare ever devised. In his classic demonic form, he was one of the most powerful being ever known in the universe, with power enough to destroy an entire fleet with vast, unholy energies. And he was "only" the size of an average Star Destroyer.

He was Omega (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJdPTeDBMog&feature=related), the Lord Executioner of the Creator, Supreme Commander of the Armies of the Unholy One and a nasty piece of work with everything from babies to Super Star Destroyers and even planets as part of his kill count. Today, he and two underling Executioners have been sent by the Creator to finish what his forces have begun: destroy the remnants of this galactic civilization...

Emily nodded in complete agreement. "Yes lets help them." She was not afraid to get her hands dirty, when the time was needed. It was one of the good things her father had taught her. When work was needed to be done do not delegate anything that you yourself are not willing to do. And she obeyed.

She began to help Marco and Mark with those that could not move themselves, the injured, the old, and the orphans. She was determined, everyone goes or stays...

After the third batch of refugees were loaded onto the ships, danger struck in the form of an angelic being that appeared out of nowhere and began attacking the refugees. Already, several patrons were killed before Mark, Emily and Marco could face the being.

It looked like an angel with several wings growing from its back and even had the glowy aura, but it certainly was not, for the three Jedi could feel a core of immense darkness inside it. As they faced it down, it spoke in a echoing tone of voice. "I proclaim the will of the Creator. Irregularities! You are a blight upon this universe! It shall be my pleasure to end your pitiful existence!"

Young Mark ignited one end of his lightsaber, a purple blade and moved into a chudan stance. "Not on my watch, you will!"

The Proclaimer then produced two glowing energy blades and attacked, swirling like a dervish...

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"Sensor contact! Three bogeys incoming, fast!" Sensors shouted.

"Raise shields, prepare the hyperlasers!" Admiral Kurosawa barked. "What are they?"

"Hold on...three Enforcer types! One of them is that thing that killed the Coredia and all those planets!"

"Damn...We'll just have to do what we can and finish the evacuations. Order the fleet to the rendzevous point! Fire at will!"

Instantly, massive blasts of blue-while beams lanced out at the Enforcers, who ducked and weaved around the blasts themselves. They retaliated with bursts of reddish energy that caused the Yamato's shields to flare harshly and the ship to rumble with the impacts.

"Those blasts drained the shields to 80%! Even the moleculars couldn't handle them!"

"We'll just have to hold on long enough for Princess Emily and the others to evacuate! Keep firing!" The Admiral ordered.

It was chaos as Omega and the two Enforcers began to split up and attack the ships individually. As they tried to jump, the demonic beings struck them down one by one, blowing them away like so much chaff. What can be done about this assault!?

Evil Angel (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yexbwEunU5I)

Hope was all that was left, hope of a brighter future, on some unknown planet. Hope that the human race would survive. Hope was all she had left, it was all Emily was.

As she helped to load the third wave of refugees on the last of the Raptors, she could feel it, taste it... hope.

The enemy had already come, and laid waste to this land, this once mighty fortress of Coredia, as it did to her own home. Surely they would not be back, or so Emily hoped.

As she turned around, she placed her hand on Mark’s shoulder. She said nothing, but only gave the boy a gentle smile, much like that of a mother when she is proud of her child.

They walked back from the makeshift docking bay, to see the “angel” taking it’s liberties with the remaining people. Screams, and the smell of entrails were all that greeted the Jedi as they approached to room where the civilians were housed.

"I proclaim the will of the Creator. Irregularities! You are a blight upon this universe! It shall be my pleasure to end your pitiful existence!" was all she heard, as the beautiful angel of death stared at her in the face. She could feel it’s hate, taste it’s vengeance for some unknown crime.

As Mark made his bold statement, and ignited her mother’s lightsaber, Emily could barely control her rage. “Just when we finally had a break.” she thought to herself, as she ignited the other lightsaber of her mothers, the twin of Mark’s blade.

Emily said nothing, she did not need to, as she began her opening attack against the whirlwind that was this “Angel.” With her lightsaber held high in a defensive form, she stretched out her hand, and with an invisible wall of energy, lashed out at the demon, trying to drive it’s head through the bulkhead wall, hopefully breaking the Tasmanian devil style attack as well. The “Great Negotiator” of the Jedi Order, the “Peace Maker” had her limits...

Living in Sin (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q64EtHkx0HI)

On Board the Battlecruiser Caprica.

Empress Sophia watched under careful guard the third wave of refugees to her ship. She sighed in relief that these people were able to be saved. She smiled not only at that, but the way her sister defied her. Emily was always the runt, she was the soft spoken one in her house, and on this occasion, the first she could remember, Emily stood up to her. Sophia could not help but to feel pride in her sister. Maybe that was the reason, or maybe it was because Sophia wanted to save everyone, but she let Emily off with only a light verbal warning.

“Draidus Contacts” shouted across the CIC.

Sophia quickly looked up, to see three “unknown” blips appeared. She turned to her crew, “Action stations.”

Alarms went off, as the message shouted across the ship, “Action stations, Action stations, set condition one throughout the fleet. This is not a drill.”

The gun ports began to open, as the defenses came to the ready. The Battlecruiser came to life as her PD and many rail cannons began to fill the void of space, with multitude of tracer fire and shells. The Main batteries rose from the ship.

“Sir Main batteries have firing solution on bogee.” The XO told the Empress.

She looked at the CIC, her eyes filled with hate, “Fire at will.”

As the order went out, The Kenetic cannons began to pound out their shells, as the hyper laser cannons bought from the Coredians fired their beams out at the demons in space.

“Sir, Vipers are reporting ready for launch.” another officer spoke out.

“Launch the vipers, but have them protect the Capitol and the refugee fleets. “ Sophia ordered.

She turned to the Yamoto, on Draidus, and could see she was taking one hell of a beating. “Sir the Yamato is ordering all fleet ships to jump to the emergency coordinates.”

Sophia lowered her head, “And Emily?”

“Sir She is still on the New Coredia.”

Sophia looked down. Emily was all she had left. There was no one else. She was her sister, and the last person of her race. “Then we stay til she comes on board.” Sophia quickly ordered.

“Sir?” One of the crew questioned.

“You heard me. This ship is not leaving without her.” she shouted. “What is our missile compliment?”

“All of our missiles are depleted in the last battle Empress.”

“What about the MD?” Sophia asked, desperate for options

“Destroyed in the last attack.”

Sophia slammed her hand on the table. Why did she have to get stuck on a battlecruiser, instead of a battlestar...

Evil Angel (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yexbwEunU5I)

Hope was all that was left, hope of a brighter future, on some unknown planet. Hope that the human race would survive. Hope was all she had left, it was all Emily was.

As she helped to load the third wave of refugees on the last of the Raptors, she could feel it, taste it... hope.

The enemy had already come, and laid waste to this land, this once mighty fortress of Coredia, as it did to her own home. Surely they would not be back, or so Emily hoped.

As she turned around, she placed her hand on Mark’s shoulder. She said nothing, but only gave the boy a gentle smile, much like that of a mother when she is proud of her child.

They walked back from the makeshift docking bay, to see the “angel” taking it’s liberties with the remaining people. Screams, and the smell of entrails were all that greeted the Jedi as they approached to room where the civilians were housed.

"I proclaim the will of the Creator. Irregularities! You are a blight upon this universe! It shall be my pleasure to end your pitiful existence!" was all she heard, as the beautiful angel of death stared at her in the face. She could feel it’s hate, taste it’s vengeance for some unknown crime.

As Mark made his bold statement, and ignited her mother’s lightsaber, Emily could barely control her rage. “Just when we finally had a break.” she thought to herself, as she ignited the other lightsaber of her mothers, the twin of Mark’s blade.

Emily said nothing, she did not need to, as she began her opening attack against the whirlwind that was this “Angel.” With her lightsaber held high in a defensive form, she stretched out her hand, and with an invisible wall of energy, lashed out at the demon, trying to drive it’s head through the bulkhead wall, hopefully breaking the Tasmanian devil style attack as well. The “Great Negotiator” of the Jedi Order, the “Peace Maker” had her limits...
The Proclaimer slammed against the bulkhead, dazed for a moment before recovering and blocking Mark's wild swings. Marco and Mark used themselves as distractions to allow Emily to get some thrusts in, keeping the Proclaimer occupied...

Living in Sin (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q64EtHkx0HI)

On Board the Battlecruiser Caprica.

Empress Sophia watched under careful guard the third wave of refugees to her ship. She sighed in relief that these people were able to be saved. She smiled not only at that, but the way her sister defied her. Emily was always the runt, she was the soft spoken one in her house, and on this occasion, the first she could remember, Emily stood up to her. Sophia could not help but to feel pride in her sister. Maybe that was the reason, or maybe it was because Sophia wanted to save everyone, but she let Emily off with only a light verbal warning.

“Draidus Contacts” shouted across the CIC.

Sophia quickly looked up, to see three “unknown” blips appeared. She turned to her crew, “Action stations.”

Alarms went off, as the message shouted across the ship, “Action stations, Action stations, set condition one throughout the fleet. This is not a drill.”

The gun ports began to open, as the defenses came to the ready. The Battlecruiser came to life as her PD and many rail cannons began to fill the void of space, with multitude of tracer fire and shells. The Main batteries rose from the ship.

“Sir Main batteries have firing solution on bogee.” The XO told the Empress.

She looked at the CIC, her eyes filled with hate, “Fire at will.”

As the order went out, The Kenetic cannons began to pound out their shells, as the hyper laser cannons bought from the Coredians fired their beams out at the demons in space.

“Sir, Vipers are reporting ready for launch.” another officer spoke out.

“Launch the vipers, but have them protect the Capitol and the refugee fleets. “ Sophia ordered.

She turned to the Yamoto, on Draidus, and could see she was taking one hell of a beating. “Sir the Yamato is ordering all fleet ships to jump to the emergency coordinates.”

Sophia lowered her head, “And Emily?”

“Sir She is still on the New Coredia.”

Sophia looked down. Emily was all she had left. There was no one else. She was her sister, and the last person of her race. “Then we stay til she comes on board.” Sophia quickly ordered.

“Sir?” One of the crew questioned.

“You heard me. This ship is not leaving without her.” she shouted. “What is our missile compliment?”

“All of our missiles are depleted in the last battle Empress.”

“What about the MD?” Sophia asked, desperate for options

“Destroyed in the last attack.”

Sophia slammed her hand on the table. Why did she have to get stuck on a battlecruiser, instead of a battlestar...
Between the Caprica and Yamato, the two Enforcers managed to go down in fiery death, enraging Omega at the death of his comrades. Targeting the Caprica, he began to summon unholy energies, transforming the space in front of him into a red, hellish version of an alchemic array, preparing a destructive blast that would consume and destroy the entire ship...

Emily was not the least bit surprised that her attack against the Angel did little. It is not like these things were human, or even cylon. “Hell the damn thing probably could not feel anything!” she thought to herself as she stood back.

Emily might have been born of two great warriors, but she had her grandmother’s patience. With her lightsaber held in a defensive form she stood back, watching and waiting. “Fools rush in.” her grandmother used to tell her, usually giving a sly facial expression to her mother as she spoke of that.

So she waited, but as she did, she concentrated on the force. Slowly she sent out an energy wave, one to boast the moral of Mark and Marcus, while if this damn thing had any emotions, targeting the angel, trying to make it feel fear, and desperation... trying to make it know, it can not win.

She opened her eyes as she continued to fill the room with the duel feelings of the battle meditation. Then she saw it, her opening, the fatal mistake. Young Mark on the left had a lightsaber lock with the angels left arm, and Marcus the same on the right. There was a small space, unprotected. Emily knew it would not last long, so in a quick motion, she thrust her lightsaber straight forward towards the angel’s chest.

One Hope (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8aKSpnArSU)

The Battle Cruiser Caprica.

The ship shook and rattled, under the pressure of the Omega’s attack. The rings around the ship slowly began to compress. The D.I.T.A. system held as the floundering ship continued to fire in vein at it’s target. Like a animal near death the ship gave the Omega it’s all until the rings squeezed to tight. The Dita was the first to fail, as the ship’s natural armor began to melt away. Within seconds, there was nothing left of the mightly Battlecruiser Caprica, except a string of glowing energy that faded away...

On Board the New Coredia,

Emily felt the cruiser die. Her heart sank as she knew her sister, the last of her family had died. For the first time, she felt anger, as she thrust even more into this angel’s heart, this creature who was responsible for the death of her race, and the human race... He was going to suffer before his death...

In Space.

As the Omega began to turn it’s attention to the Yamato and the New Coredia, several balls of fire passed right by it, as the twenty six kenetic batteries of Galactica began to fire. Around the Omega, many flashes of light appeared as the Mark XXII vipers and Mark XIV Raptors appeared around the bastard. Shells fired, as the energy and kenetic rounds (all conventional) of the Battlestar Galactica appeared around the ship from it’s backside.

The only message the Yamato got was this:

“Battlestar Yamato, this is the Battlestar Galactica. Looks like you could use some help.”

The angelic being screamed as Emily stabbed it in the chest, then blew up in a blaze of light. With that done, Marco called Yamato. "Yamato, we've had a Proclaimer encounter. Do you have transporters ready?"

Static. Then... "Give us another few minutes."

"All right..." Marco replied, then was cut off.

Suddenly, Marco and Mark sensed the death of the Caprica and Empress Sophia. Mark tried to hold back his tears as another good friend died along with the thousands on board...

=====

The Battle Cruiser Caprica.

The ship shook and rattled, under the pressure of the Omega’s attack. The rings around the ship slowly began to compress. The D.I.T.A. system held as the floundering ship continued to fire in vein at it’s target. Like a animal near death the ship gave the Omega it’s all until the rings squeezed to tight. The Dita was the first to fail, as the ship’s natural armor began to melt away. Within seconds, there was nothing left of the mightly Battlecruiser Caprica, except a string of glowing energy that faded away...
"No!" Admiral Kurosawa growled as the Caprica's signature was lost. And there was no resurrection pods available, as they had to be restored. The Empress...was lost.

On Board the New Coredia,

Emily felt the cruiser die. Her heart sank as she knew her sister, the last of her family had died. For the first time, she felt anger, as she thrust even more into this angel’s heart, this creature who was responsible for the death of her race, and the human race... He was going to suffer before his death...

In Space.

As the Omega began to turn it’s attention to the Yamato and the New Coredia, several balls of fire passed right by it, as the twenty six kenetic batteries of Galactica began to fire. Around the Omega, many flashes of light appeared as the Mark XXII vipers and Mark XIV Raptors appeared around the bastard. Shells fired, as the energy and kenetic rounds (all conventional) of the Battlestar Galactica appeared around the ship from it’s backside.

The only message the Yamato got was this:

“Battlestar Yamato, this is the Battlestar Galactica. Looks like you could use some help.”
"Could have had the help a minute ago. We just lost the Caprica." Came the somber yet hopeful reply.

Meanwhile, Omega was slammed with powerful kinetic slugs from Galactica, shearing off several of his huge wings. As he began dodging, he immediately began to regenerate, but the Vipers, Raptors and even X-wings from the Yamatos were peppering him with small, hot bursts of projectile and energy. If he stayed around, it would only be a matter of time before the enemy overcame his regeneration powers. So, he didn't stick around, even when the other Enforcer was torn apart by the Yamato.

Blasting the fighters around him with deadly orange spears of demonic energy, the Supreme Enforcer decided to summon up a final revenge, shooting a blast that carved a huge hole in New Coredia. Then it fled, but with an unmistakable feeling given to the ships' commanders.

I'll be back!

=====

A violent hurricane roared as hundreds of people screamed in terror at being pulled out into space. Many more Coredians will die this day. Knight Marco helped a few of them with his telekinetic powers, but that was ten out of hundreds that were dying.

Little Mark struggled against the wind, but being a short ten year old kid with a slight build didn't lend very well into being able to stand up to giant hurricanes of doom, so as he slid towards the giant hole, he screamed for help, scrambling for purchase...

The wind gushed with the force of a hurricane, as Emily's lungs screamed out trying to catch thier breath. Her arms clutched the rail so tight her hands were turning white, as the vacuum of space stole the life giving air. She was terrified, but then she heard something far worse, the screams of Mark. She looked up as her eyes widened due to the terror that was coming. The small boy was being sucked out into space. Her arms froze out of fear, but she needed to grab him. She had no choice, she did not want to lose anyone else today. She reached out as the boy passed by, and grabbed him around the waist. As she held onto him with her right hand, her body began to lift off the ground, as if the void was not happy with her family's demise. It wanted hers as well...

On Board the Battlestar Galactica

Admiral David Tigh, Commander of the Battlestar Galactica, listened to the response from the Yamato. His heart cried out as his one true love, Emily Agatheon was supposed to be on the Caprica. It had been such a day of loss, and now truly he lost everyone.

His glared at his XO, "Targer that mother fracker and blow him to hell." David ordered. As he did the guns continued to slam into the Omega, til the demon vanished.

As the demon ran cheers broke out across the CIC, but David did not join in. "Listen up." he yelled, as the crew screamed with joy. 'Just cause we beat that thing, does not mean we do not have a job to do. There are a lot of people still dying so get your act together now." he ordered.

The CIC went silent. He turned to his XO, 'Begin to beam everyone on the yamato to our starboard flight deck, and then target the ones in space.

New Coredia.

Mark and Emily held on for dear life, as the cold and compression of space wrapped it's dark arms around the pair. "I will not let you go." she said to mark. Just then, as with many others a white light appeared and they laid on the flight deck of the galactica.... safe and sound.

As the cold embrace of space curled around Mark, he felt the life of him and his Master fade away, then a brilliant light surrounded them, as if guiding them towards paradise...

Then it faded and Mark was suddenly gasping and coughing, with cold metal under his body. He soon passed out from the shock of exposure and slumped onto the floor just as medics reached them...

=====

"Five thousand, two hundred and three, sir. That's all we could grab." A soldier reported to Admiral Kurosawa.

"And the Empress?" He asked, meaning Emily, the last remaining leader.

"Unknown, sir." The soldier almost cried.

"Very well. Inform Galactica that I would like to speak with them." Admiral Kurosawa ordered the comms officer.

"Aye, sir."

"Galactica Actual, this is Yamato Actual..."

Admiral David Tigh clasped his hands in horror as he waited for the news. The world seemed to shrink, as his heart laid broken. “All of this death, and for what?” he asked himself as he looked around the CIC.

“Admiral.” his XO said as he put his hand on his shoulder. “Are you alright?” he asked.

David did not say a word, as he felt the urge to take a drink. It was strong and over powering. He was the last of Kobol, his wife, his family, his nation, his allies all laid broken upon the universe. Galactica again, was the last battlestar...

“Sir.” an enlisted woman with cat ears spoke up. “The flight deck reports over three thousand survivors accounted for, including Emily Agatheon.” she said.

“What” David exclaimed as he stood up. “She made it.” he said as a grin broke across his face.

“Yes sir.” the woman said with a smile.

The XO smiled, “Well it seems Admiral that not all is lost.”

“Incoming communication from the Yamato.” another enlisted person said.

David turned and nodded. He picked up the phone, “This is Galactica Actual. What is your status Yamato?”