Battlestar Galactica: Operation: United Earth Started: April 15, 2009 Updated: October 22, 2010 From: godzilla6911@aol.com Battlestar Galactica: Operation: United Earth takes place after the episode "The Hand Of God." This is the prologue to the story I've been working on. A single Cylon Basestar stood miles away from the Galactica awaiting for orders to strike. Waiting for the final assault on the last Battlestar and its fleet. Onboard the Basestar, Count Baltar woke up from a bad dream. It was more like memories. He remembered the officer about to take him back to his cell. Baltar knocked the young man out and stole his weapon. The first shuttle craft he spotted he quickly got onboard and fled to the Galactica during its assault on his Basestar. The power that was once his was nothing more than a pile of fiery debris. During his escape, the shockwave from the exploding Basestar ran smack into him sending the shuttle out of control. Baltar now remembered sparks and flames and shattered glass and the coldness of space rushing in. He remembered dying and all his hopes and dreams of power was nothing more than a distant memory. After he woke up, he discovered he was strapped down from head to foot on the metal slab that was used to build and repair Cylon Centurions. Baltar knew he was onboard a Basestar, but no idea why he was alive. He shuddered to think it was the Imperious Leader's Basestar and was kept alive to receive agonizing punishment for his deception. "Is anyone there?" Baltar shouted. "Where am I? Can anyone hear me?" He received no answer. Fearing for his life he struggled from his bounds with no results. "Lords of Kobol, help me," he cried out. Two steel doors opened up and soon he would get the answers he craved for. "Greetings Baltar," said Lucifer, accompanied by two armed centurions. "Had a pleasant rest?" "Lucifer, I might have known. What is the meaning of this?" "Whatever do you mean?" "Don't toy with me. I demand to know why I'm being held against my will." Lucifer laughed stunning Baltar, especially since he once told him that humor was not part of his program. "Laughter?" said Baltar. "It's not like you. Perhaps you've been taking too many lessons from me." "Perhaps I have. But enough about me. Let us focus on the subject at hand." "Yes let's. Why am I here?" "What was the last thing you remember, Baltar?" "I remember being onboard the Galactica, stealing a shuttle, and running for my life. I remember dying in the shuttle, but after that my mind is a complete blank. Did I actually survive my ordeal?" "Not exactly." "What do you mean not exactly?" "When we recovered the shuttle, your body was...beyond repair." "What? What have you done to me? I demand to know!" "We made you as you were meant to be." Baltar was not enjoying where this was going. "We were able," explained Lucifer, "to gather all of your brain patterns and knowledge of your entire life and transferred it to your new body. You are, shall we say, unique in every way. In other words...you are one of us." Baltar realized what he meant and hoped that this was all just a bad dream. "Are you saying," he said, "that...I'm a Cylon?" "That is correct, Baltar. You are the first of a new breed of Cylon." "Curse you. You should have left me dying in the farthest reaches of space. Is this the Imperious Leader's way of punishing me for failing to destroy the Galactica? Am I to rot in this shell forever?" "No punishment. It is your second chance at securing victory for the Cylon Empire. His eminence feels that you are still valuable despite the many defeats in the past." Baltar felt flattered that his services were still required. "As a Cylon," said Lucifer, "those that hate you will now fear you. Those that oppose you will tremble to their knees." Baltar enjoyed what he heard, and that his second chance was more of a reward. Already he pictured the look on Adama's face when he sees the new and powerful conqueror. "Yes," said Baltar. "Yes, you are correct my friend. I am unique. I am perfect. I am a god. No! Not a god. I am...immortal." Baltar tested his new body by breaking out of his bounds which he thought was hopeless. As a human he couldn't, but as a machine he was unstoppable. He was amazed at his newfound strength breaking the straps off, sending them flying in every direction. He sat up, getting a better look at his new body. He looked at his hands. He touched his face. Touched his clothes which were exactly the same color and design. Across the room was a mirror. He rushed right over, admiring his reflection. His face looked exactly the same in every detail. His hair was still dark with a little grey. He smiled and laughed. That devious laughter Lucifer was familiar with. "I owe the Imperious Leader," said Baltar, "everything he's done for me. This is like being reborn." "Indeed," said Lucifer. "This is a chance to redeem yourself of your recent failures while in command, and for allowing the Galactica to destroy the Basestar you were responsible for. However, his eminence has used this opportunity to give you command of our new Basestar." "New Basestar?" "Yes. Our weapons have been upgraded since your demise. Our pulsar lasers can destroy an entire city in a matter of microns. The missiles we have now are capable of leveling planets from miles away. This basestar is now a death blow to all humans of this entire galaxy." "Good," said Baltar, feeling like his old self again. "This time no failures, no excuses, and no interference." "What are your orders, Baltar?" Baltar turned and smiled. Despite being a cylon, he still had human traits. He can dream and feel like a human and get away with it. With him back in control, he already had ideas on what to do next and grew anxious to pick up where he left off. "My orders," he said, "find Adama and destroy the Galactica and the fleet once and for all." "There is something you should know," said Lucifer. "We picked up a transmission. A ship." "What kind of ship?" "Of unknown origin. But we have located the source of the transmission from a nearby planet. A planet called...Earth." "Earth?" Baltar had heard the tale before. A myth. A fantasy spoken by Adama. A dream made up to give the remains of the twelve colonies new hope. He couldn't believe the fantasy had become a reality. "Earth?" he said. "She is actually real?" "Yes," said Lucifer, "home to at least one hundred billion beings." "This is incredible. Adama was right all along. And to think he was delusional all this time. Now the plan comes to mind. Prepare our forces for an attack. We will destroy the planet city by city until there is nothing left. And by the time Adama shows up, he won't have a planet to land on. His spirits will be broken and I will have the last laugh. The minute the planet is on screen, full attack. Destroy every lifeform that breathes." "By your command." Lucifer bowed and left along with the two centurions, leaving Baltar alone with his thoughts of victory. His second chance was becoming worthwhile. Chapter One - Hostile Takeover The third planet from the sun stood in its bright glory on the visual screen, studied and looked upon by the Cylons. The one important target that was now in their program to attack, take control and kill every being known to man. A goal the Imperious Leader had relished for some time. With Earth being the last remaining planet breeding lifeforms, it would be the final nail in the coffin, leaving the Cylons as the superior race. Three Basestars stood their ground while the centurions climbed onboard their fighters and launched, heading straight for the blue planet ahead. On Earth all communications began to break down. Cell phones, computers, radios, television, radar, and satellites were scrambled. No one on the planet could call for their loved ones or anyone. No one would know about the weather or the latest scoreboards. In the states NASA, NORAD, the Pentagon, and every base of operations were left in the dark. No one had any idea what was causing all this and why. Even the President was left wondering and concerned about the situation. Already his staff assumed it was a terrorist attack and should be on high alert. He assured them not to jump to conclusions just yet. The Cylon Raiders entered the Earth's atmosphere and cut through the thick white clouds and began targeting the first city on screen. New York was the first target, especially with the number of people living. Down below the people looked up in the sky pointing at the flying objects. It was an air raid and anyone who fought in World War II had hands on experience on this type of situation. The Cylon Raiders flew straight down for closer shots at the humans below. They fired their lasers. The screaming and shouting from below would grow intense and agonizing. The tall buildings were being leveled. Huge amounts of debris came raining down on the screaming pedestrians. The Chrysler building blew up in flames. The Empire State building was cut in half. On the streets every vehicle in sight were going up in flames. Those caught in the blast were killed instantly. A gas truck was struck and blew up like a supernova. One police officer called for help on the radio but all he had was static. Then his patrol car was hit taking him with it. The rest of the eastern seaboard were being hammered as well. Boston would fall then on to Pittsburgh, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Rhode Island and the rest would suffer the same fate. Every building in every state would crumble. The casualties grew at an all time high in less than an hour. The streets were filled with flames and blood. The Cylons showed no mercy on their targets. They would always be programmed to kill and nothing more. Baltar watched the chaos and destruction on screen, feeling proud on his accomplishments. "Excellent," he said. "Unblock their communications. I want them to see and hear everything." Communications from around the world were back online. TVs were back on with last minute reports on the surprise attack. Those that had no idea what was happening now saw the horror right before them. Police radios were clear of static. Every officer in every city called for backup. Newsvans arrived on the scene. One female reporter named Maggie Wilson made her report in downtown Philadelphia. The entire city was in flames with her cameraman filming everything. "As you can see," she said, getting the cameraman to film the sky occupied by Cylon Raiders, "I don't know what they are but they don't appear to be military. Nothing I've ever seen before. They are destroying every part of the city. Best to do is stay indoors until-" Wilson was cut off by lasers fired in her direction. The newsvan was hit and she and the cameraman were caught by the blast, leaving those in the studio in shock. NORAD was back online and alerted their forces. In the White House, the President had no choice but to put the nation on its highest alert. At Defcon One. The pressure was on for the first year president who won the election by a landslide with today being the biggest challenge of his career. In Pittsburgh seven Cylon Raiders landed in the middle of the street. The police formed a blockade for whoever was coming out. Every officer held their position waiting for the order to fire. Every Cylon centurion came marching off their ships fully armed. The police could not believe what they were seeing. Like from some scifi film. Every centurion stood at six feet tall and three hundred pounds of shiny metal. "What the hell?" said one officer. "What are they?" asked another. "Fire!" shouted another. Every pistol and shotgun were fired serenading the entire block. The centurions fired their weapons taking down six officers. Those with shotguns managed to get head shots on two centurions. Their heads exploded in sparks and down they went. The Cylon army kept on coming in full force. More officers went down and their blockade erupted in flames. "Fall Back!" yelled on officer. Everyone was dropping like flies. Those that ran were struck down immediately. Soon, the SWAT team came in full force. Machine guns came roaring at the incoming army. The number of bullets were not enough to stop them all. Eventually, SWAT would suffer casualties. Two vans went up in flames with three men running and burning. Those that were still firing had no choice but to fall back. The slaughter continued for hours on end. The Cylons soon earned their first dogfight as the Air Force began their attack, taking out every ship they targeted. On a cloudy day the skies were full of laser blasts and machine gun fire. Three to six Cylon fighters were destroyed. The Air Force suffered losses. Their numbers would grow short and soon be outnumbered a hundred to one. Down on Pennsylvania Avenue, the secret service quickly took the president out of the Oval Office. Once word got out the invaders had landed, immediate action took place. Tanks flooded the streets and blasted the incoming fighters. They came swooping down in an attempt to clear a path for their incoming army. Every fighter went down in pieces giving the US soldiers something to cheer about. Suddenly the streets began to tremble, forcing the soldiers to cease fire. They knew it was no earthquake but they shuddered to think what was causing it. They found out in a big way. The Cylons had tanks of their own, bigger and more powerful than the army's. "Stand by to attack," said the gold Cylon centurion leading the way. "By your command," said the Cylon army. The army tanks fired their massive targets and the street was an all out battlefield of chaos. "Fire," said the Cylon commander. All tanks fired and leveled three of the opposing sides. Back and forth the tanks blasted away at each other scattering debris all around. Two Cylon tanks were disabled. The US army lost two more of their own. The odds were no longer in their favor. The Cylon tanks plowed right through the wreckage severing the blockade. Every army tank was heavily damaged or destroyed. The soldiers who barely survived abandoned their vehicles and ran for the cover. After the Cylons broke through the blockade, they continued on with their destruction upon the city. On the west wing, the President was safely secured on the chopper with plenty of cover from the invaders. His goal at the moment was to arrive at Air Force One in one piece. In the air, he saw his city crumbling one piece at a time. The Capitol was in flames. The Washington Monument was a pile of dust. The White House was now bombarded by the Cylon tanks' firepower. Cylon fighters took down the choppers protecting the president saving his for last. Two shots were struck forcing his chopper spinning out of control. "We're going down!" yelled the pilot. The chopper smacked down laying where the Washington Monument once stood. The rest of the world was facing casualties at an all time high. Every famous site was left in ruins. The Leaning Tower of Pisa came crumbling down. The Eiffel Tower was split in half. The Roman Coliseum was in flames. The Great Wall of China was pounded to dust. In London, Big Ben was blown to bits. Every other site and monument were destroyed without question. In space, the Basestars began testing their new weapons. Powerful blue beams of light were fired from each destroying the countries below. In the US, Mount Rushmore was destroyed in one big blast. The rest of the country was literally splitting in half. Parts of the country would now become worthless pieces of land. The waters rose taking as many lives attempting to run for their lives. The president slowly crawled from the wreckage with a few cuts and bruises. More US choppers came to his aid trying desperately to rescue him. The incoming Raiders made quick work on each chopper. Machine gun fire tore through the Raiders giving the pilots some confidence. The Cylons kept coming like a swarm of bees. The remaining choppers went spinning out of control, heading straight for the president. The old man managed to jump clear away before they came raining down. He was a bit dazed and partially deaf. With all the screams and flames erupting suddenly, he was having flashbacks of his days in Vietnam. He remembered those days like they were yesterday. Soldiers and friends laying waste in the sweltering sun. Villages being bombed. People crying for help in a language he didn't understand. During the war, he received two purple hearts including one from losing his leg in a minefield, ending his days on the field for good. He snapped out of it, forgetting he was now involved in a different kind of war. Even if he wanted to he couldn't run as fast as he could with his prosthetic leg. While he struggled to stand, a Cylon raider landed before the wrecked choppers. What he saw coming he thought he was imagining it. Three figures carrying weapons and wearing armor he had never seen before. The three figures he saw up close didn't appear to be human. They were tall and metallic. Their armor was so shiny he could see his own reflection. He noticed the red light going to and fro on their helmets and a sound coming from within. He thought maybe it was a motor of some kind running. One spoke in electronic monotone vocals catching the president by surprise. He was fully convinced he was not imagining any of this. "Take the human," the leader said. "Commander Baltar wants him undamaged." The other two centurions helped him up and dragged him away. "Who are you people?" the president asked. "What are you?" "Silence," said the leader. "If you're trying to intimidate me, don't bother. I know the rules of engagement like the back of my hand." The Cylons said nothing afterwards. They didn't care about whatever threats he threw at them. Their specific orders were to keep him alive until Baltar arrived. Once he had word over the president's capture, Baltar climbed onboard his fighter with his two pilots. Last time he was onboard a Cylon raider, he went to the Galactica and became a prisoner. Today was a different story. It was a day for great victory for the Cylon Empire. After they landed in Washington, Baltar lead the way with his two pilots fully armed, gazing at the destruction he caused in a matter of minutes. "I can hardly wait," he said, "to see the look on Adama's face after his home is now mine." The president was guarded before the Lincoln Memorial. He slowly rose up and spotted the one being that looked human and looking nothing like these six foot monsters. He figured he was the leader of this army of machines. Baltar stood before him with his cape flapping in the wind, admiring the mammoth statue of Abraham Lincoln despite being half covered in soot. To Baltar, it looked more like some great god sitting on his throne watching over the world he created. It reminded him of the Lords of Kobol themselves. "Are you the leader?" asked Baltar. "I'm John Sheridan, President of the United States. Who the hell are you?" "Count Baltar at your service. And we are the Cylon Empire. And we declare this planet our new outpost. Surrender and I might let you live." "Look mister, I don't care who you are or where you came from, but in this country we don't negotiate with terrorists." "Terrorists?" laughed Baltar. "I assure you we are not. We are made to conquer and destroy. Look around you, Mr. President. You are beaten. How long can you continue this pointless battle? My advice to you, send word to the other leaders of this world to throw down their arms and surrender." "You're crazy. I will do no such thing. I'm not afraid of you or your toy soldiers. You got that?" "I'm sorry you feel that way. Perhaps a little demonstration would change your mind." Baltar contacted his Basestar using the comm link implanted deep in his metal skull. He gave the order to fire all weapons onto the targeted city. Bright blue beams of light came smashing a few miles away from where Baltar and his prisoner were. The president looked on, watching the city being hammered by the laser shots from space. The president could almost hear the screams up ahead. Everyone in town quickly being massacred before his eyes. Baltar gave the word to cease fire. "Well, Mr. President," said Baltar, "Have I gotten your strict attention?" "Go to hell, all of you." "You are an annoying little insect. Very well then. I could go on all day long." Baltar's eyes lit up and a holographic image of the rest of the world appeared before Sheridan. His reaction at their technology was nothing compared to what he was seeing. The whole world being blasted to extinction by the other two Basestars. "Take my advice," said Baltar, "Persuade the other leaders to surrender peacefully. Unless you want the blood of billions on your hands, you will make the right choice." "You're wasting your time," said Sheridan, "they won't listen to me and they won't listen to you. You want to slaughter every one of us you go ahead and do it. Right now. But I promise you when this is over, I'll hunt you down. I don't care if you're human or not. I'll find you and I'll kill you." "Brave words from a brave fool. But not to worry, when this is over I will kill you last." Baltar laughed at the man. His evil had taken him to another level. He was no longer the man who betrayed his own people. He was a megalomaniac whose power had grown more powerful than any force in the universe. Passing by the Earth's moon was the Battlestar Galactica. The last of its kind along with its fleet of two hundred twenty civilian ships. For some time since the destruction of the Colonies, Commander Adama had a dream about another world inhabited by the Thirteenth Tribe, the last remnants of the planet Kobol. The dream had now been realized. It all started by an old transmission discovered in the Celestial Chamber where Apollo, Starbuck, Sheba, and Cassiopeia were spending time alone. Deep inside, Apollo hoped the transmission had come from Earth. He would soon learn that he had been right all along. On the bridge, Adama, Tigh, Omega, Athena, and the rest of the crew gazed at the blue planet ahead. The veteran commander felt choked up just seeing that their new home had finally been found. "My God," said Adama, "We're here. We are finally home." "Is this a dream?" said Tigh. "If it is, old friend, then it's beautiful." "You did it, father," said Athena, growing emotional. "We all did it. Omega, put the fleet to a dead stop and put me on speaker." "Yes, sir." The Galactica and the fleet slowed to a stop. Adama's voice was heard all over, grabbing the attention of everyone within the fleet. In the officer's lounge, Apollo, Starbuck, Boomer, Sheba, Jolly, and the rest of Blue and Red Squadron paid close attention, and drinking ambrosa. Starbuck did his daily routine of smoking on a fumarello and playing another game of Pyramid "People of the fleet," said Adama, "We have come a long way since the destruction of the Colonies, searching for a new world to live in peace and continue our will to survive. We have reached the end of our journey. We have at last found...Earth." The entire fleet burst into celebration. From the Celestra to the Rising Star everyone hugged, shook hands, and cried on each other's shoulders. In the officer's lounge, the warriors were celebrating with another round of Ambrosa. "This one's on me," said Greenbean. "I'll drink to that," said Jolly. "Same old Jolly," said Boomer Starbuck smiled with the fumarello still in his mouth. He noticed Apollo and Sheba hugging after the good news. The two of them had grown close since that last mission when he and Apollo snuck onboard the Basestar and disabling the scanners, giving the Galactica a first strike advantage. Both men were decorated for their bravery. The rest of their squad were decorated for keeping the Cylon fighters at bay while the Galactica made her move upon the Basestar. It was the greatest victory for the Colonials. Now, the discovery of Earth was the crown jewel to the victory. Apollo rushed out of the lounge wanting to see the planet up close. Starbuck rushed behind him towards the elevator. "Where you off to?" Starbuck asked. "The bridge," said Apollo, "I want to see for myself." "We all will. We got plenty of time. Come on back. Remember Greenbean is buying." "I'll catch up to you later." Apollo stepped aboard the elevator leaving Starbuck alone with his trail of smoke. When he reached the bridge he saw Earth on the screen. He never imagined how beautiful it would turn out. Boxey would surely love it, he thought. Apollo approached Adama and hugged him congratulating him on his success. "If only Zak and your mother were here," said Adama. "And Serena," said Apollo. "Yes. And Serena." Apollo would never forget his first wife. It seemed like yesterday he fell in love with her after the destruction of Caprica. Tragically losing her after they wed, gave him the responsibility of raising Boxey as his own. Both grew close after their loss. It was hard for both of them but together they learned to endure the pain. Everyone still gazed at the blue planet, unaware of what really awaited them up ahead. They would soon learn after Athena alarmed everyone. "Commander," she said, "I'm picking up some activity on the planet. There's a battle taking place." Adama's heart nearly sank. Athena put it on screen showing everyone what took place. Earth being attacked by the Cylons. "No," whispered Adama. Earth being attacked brought back painful memories when the Cylons destroyed his home planet of Caprica. Many lives were lost including his beloved wife. Now it was happening all over again. Another holocaust Adama had no intention of reliving. "Three Baseships directly ahead," said Omega. "We're outnumbered, Commander," said Tigh. "We take them on, we're finished." "I know, Tigh," said Adama, "but we owe it to them. Those are our brothers and sisters out there who need our help. We didn't save Caprica in time. I will not go through that again." Tigh already knew what Adama was thinking and when he made a decision it was final. "Battlestations," Adama ordered. "Yes, sir," said Tigh. "Battlestations! All hands to battlestations." The red alert went blaring on the bridge and the officer's lounge. Starbuck and the others dropped everything rushing towards the elevators. Apollo was on his way to join them at Alpha Bay. Once he arrived there, Starbuck was already in the cockpit putting his helmet on. "Captain, what's going on?" Starbuck asked. "Cylons, they beat us to it." "Cylons attacking Earth?" "You heard me." "Frak. I wish I didn't." "It gets better. We're going to be outnumbered. Pass the word." "So much for a homecoming." Flight corporal Rigel gave the word to launch when ready. One by one the cockpits of each Colonial Viper slowly closed with every helmet lighting up. Every engine hummed at once like one big serenade. Every turbo button pushed and the Vipers soared through both Alpha and Beta bays in packs. Back on Earth Baltar received a signal on his comm link. He shut off the holographic images and responded. "By your command," said Lucifer. "Speak." "A squadron of ships coming our way. Colonial Vipers." "Vipers. Adama, at last. Battlestations. Scan for the Galactica and I'll be there in a matter of microns." "By your command." "Mr. President, I'm afraid I'll have to cut our meeting short. I have a certain ship to destroy. Until we meet again." "You can count on that," said Sheridan. Baltar and his pilots headed back to their fighter. President Sheridan watched the ship fly straight through the stratosphere. He looked forward to their next meeting which would not be so welcoming. His first concern was the safety of his family and if there was still a country left to run. The dogfight in space broke out in a blast. Blue and red squadron held their own against the Raiders. The Baseships held their positions eviscerating the planet. "Watch your back, Jolly," warned Boomer. Jolly punched his reverse thrust and slid by the one fighter attacking him and shot it down. "Nice going," said Boomer. "I should do that more often," said Jolly. Sheba punched her way through taking out two Raiders. Greenbean and Bojay followed on through destroying two each. "Frak," said Starbuck, watching the number of Raiders flying by. "They're everywhere." "Hang in there, Starbuck," said Apollo. "We're not going anywhere." The Galactica began its attack on the one Basestar firing upon Asia. Both ships would now go head to head in all out brawl. "Positive shield now," ordered Adama. "All batteries to fire." Red and blue beams of light went back and forth hitting their targets causing little damage. One shot shook the Galactica. A second nearly knocked Adama down. Baltar arrived onboard his Baseship and saw the action on screen. He was thrilled the Galactica had arrived on the scene and the timing was perfect. "I have you now, Adama," he said. "This time you are finished. No Pegasus to help you now. Alert the other commanders to cease fire on the planet and focus all fire power on the Galactica. We end this now." "You still have your overconfidence, Baltar," said Lucifer. "I have everything except a victory celebration. I didn't get one on Gamorray and I will have mine on Earth." Gamorray. A planet that was once inhabited by fifty million beings until the Cylons arrived and wiped everyone out. The planet became the Cylons' new base of operations. The Battle of Gamorray was a costly defeat for Baltar when he fought the long thought destroyed Battlestar Pegasus and its legendary warrior Commander Cain. Rather than facing him one on one, Baltar fled like a wounded animal, allowing the two other Baseships to fight the Pegasus on their own. After they were destroyed, Baltar knew he did the right thing in backing off. The destruction of the two Baseships were the fault of both base commanders. Baltar assumed the Pegasus was destroyed during the battle since Cain wasn't on his tail and his ship was nowhere to be found. That was all in the past. Now was what mattered. Baltar's Baseship fired upon the deck of the Galactica. Next, Alpha Bay was hit. Pieces came flying off the bay with another shot causing it to go up in flames. The entire bridge shook more than ever, leaving Adama with a look of concern. "Damage report," he asked. "Alpha bay in flames," said Omega. "Completely cut off." Another blast struck the Galactica and the entire bridge lit up in sparks. One crewman had his eyes struck from the sparks that flew into his face. He screamed in pain and fell to the floor. "Medic," said Adama. "On the way," said Athena. "Adama," said Tigh, "we can't handle anymore laser fire. Their weapons are more advanced than ours put together. Anymore punishment and the Galactica is finished." Adama knew he was right. He couldn't afford to lose the Galactica and leave the fleet helpless. He had a tough choice to make but deep inside he knew it had to be done. "Fall back," he said, feeling defeated just saying it. The Galactica began its descent, turning and heading back to the fleet. Baltar saw what was happening and he smiled seeing that he had the Galactica on the ropes. "Where are you going, Adama?" said Baltar. "Feeling defeated already? Running like the coward you are. It's finally happening my old friend. The killing blow. Begin pursuit. I don't want the Galactica to get away." The onslaught continued. The Galactica suffered more hits from the rear making it turnaround. The Galactica's laser turrets fired among the Basestar. Two shots connected on the missile launchers. The Basestar shook, getting Baltar's full attention towards his actions. "They won't run away this time," he said. "Continue firing." The dogfight between the Vipers and Raiders grew hot and heavy. A rookie pilot named Talon was reckless during the battle. More guts than brains. Since becoming a pilot, he had been arrogant and reminding everyone how great he was. Most of Blue Squadron hated his attitude. Starbuck had no problem with him due to the fact that Talon reminded him of himself when he was Talon's age. Talon held his own on the field, targeting every Cylon Raider in sight. Backing him up was another rookie on the field named Valor. He was not as arrogant as Talon, but he showed everyone he could beat the best on his worst day. Valor's viper blew up right in front of Talon. He spotted the Raider that took his friend and chased after it. "Son of a Lupus," he said. "I'm taking you down." Starbuck saw Talon making his move and chased after him. "Talon," he said, "Don't do anything stupid." "Sorry, lieutenant, I can't hear you." "Talon, I'm serious. Do not pursue. That's an order." Both ships headed straight to Earth. "Frak," said Starbuck, punching the turbo button. While entering the Earth's atmosphere, Talon caught up with the Cylon Raider and shot it down. "That's for you Valor," he celebrated. Not knowing exactly where he was, he spotted three more Raiders directly ahead. He targeted one and destroyed it. The other two split up and circled towards him. Before he had a chance to fire, Starbuck appeared and blasted both fighters. "I had them," complained Talon. "You're welcome." Both Vipers flew by what was left of the Statue of Liberty. Her right arm was blown off and half her crown was gone. All of Liberty Island was in flames, smothering Lady Liberty in smoke. Talon spotted a fire fight up ahead and decided to get involved. Starbuck remained on his tail trying to knock some sense into him. "Talon, we need to go back. Apollo needs us." "What about them? Don't they need our help?" Starbuck saw up ahead the strange crafts battling the Cylons. "Talon," said Starbuck, "Don't get involved. You don't know what their weapons are capable of doing." "Starbuck, these people are our brothers aren't they? Isn't it our job to help them out?" "Fighting and suicide are two different things. You're way over your head." "Story of my life." Talon continued forward with Starbuck sticking right behind him. The city they entered was riddled in flames and metallic debris. Talon spotted the first Raider ahead and shot it down. "You're mine," he said, taking down another one. "Nice shot, kid," said Starbuck. "Got it all under con-." Talon's ship was struck from above and spun out of control, straight down towards Times Square. Starbuck's heart sank seeing Talon going down. Now he was alone in a battle he didn't want to take part of. He was set to head back into space until he saw one of those strange crafts being chased by two Cylon fighters. The jet pilot was lieutenant Jacob Franks. Milestone to his friends. He made twists and turns around the city avoiding the fire power from behind. "Come on!" he yelled. "Come and get me!" He made a wide turn above Broadway. One Raider kept up with him while the second got too close to one building, smashing its left wing. The fighter spun around and smashed front first onto the streets below. "That's right," said Milestone, "You can't touch me. Come on, stay with me." The Raider fired nearly blasting his cockpit. "Is that all you got?" From behind the Raider was destroyed by laser fire. "Where'd you go?" Milestone wondered. From his left he saw an odd craft flying right beside him. It looked like a fighter jet of a type he'd never seen before. He took a good look at the pilot and the lit helmet he wore. His eyes were wide opened not knowing how to react to this particular site. "Holy shit," said Milestone. "No, I'm Lieutenant Starbuck of the Battlestar Galactica." "You're who from what?" "Never mind. How about you and I finish off these troublemakers?" "Uh, sure. Whatever you say." Both pilots worked together and shot down their targets. Milestone was feeling more with the arrival of this unknown pilot. He was impressed with his aerial skills. A pilot born to fight. Milestone later caught up to his commanding officer, Captain Malcolm Jackson, who barely survived the aerial attack. He saw the viper target out targets one at a time, not believing what he was seeing. "Milestone," he said, "I thought I lost you, and what the hell was that?" "I don't know, but I think he's here to help." Starbuck and his new allies continued with their aerial assault. The rest of Jackson's team watched in awe at the new craft that backed them up. One thing was certain, they were grateful for his help wherever he came from. The Galactica continued its descent away from the Basestar's fire power. The damage continued to mount up. The Galactica lost two of its laser turrets and the second landing bay was caught in flames. "I've said these words before," said Baltar, "But this time, you're finished Adama." Victory was within his grasp. A few more hits should do the job. Basestar Number Three was struck from behind and exploded. The alarms on Baltar's Baseship started going off. "What is it?" he asked. "What's Happening?" "One of our Basestars has been destroyed," a centurion answered. "Destroyed? How?" "Assault from the planet below." "What?" Nuclear missiles were being launched from the Earth's surface. The United States, Asia, and Russia opened fire on the intended targets. With all his power Baltar failed to learn more on the planet's type of arsenal. He felt victory was inevitable, but now it appeared to be slipping through his fingers. The second Baseship was struck and it too was obliterated. "Captain, you see that?" asked Boomer, watching the show. "Earth is fighting back," said Apollo. "She's not dead yet. Let's finish what we started." "Yeehah!" Blue and Red Squadron began finishing off the remaining Cylon fighters. With two Baseships destroyed, Baltar now feared for his own safety. "We are down to one Basestar," said Lucifer. "What do you propose to do, Baltar?" Baltar had no alternative. With the number of missiles coming in hot, there was nothing more he could do, except live to fight another day. "Recall all our fighters," he ordered, "And head back to the planet." "Retreat," said Lucifer, "In our moment of victory?" "Victory is ours. The planet is ours for the taking. For now, we'll regroup and plan our next attack. You have your orders." "By your command." The Basestar steered clear of the line of fire. The Cylon Raiders that were recalled gathered around, giving cover all the way back to Earth. "We got 'em on the run," said Apollo. "Where's Starbuck?" asked Sheba. "On Earth. He made some new friends along the way. I just got word. But we lost Talon." Both squadrons were silent. Some were sorry to see him go while others knew one day he would get himself killed. "Blue Squadron," said Apollo, "Lets go get Starbuck. Red Squadron, head back to the Galactica and see how much damage she's in." "Copy that," said Bojay, as both squadrons went their separate ways. "I just hope Earth is still a place to live after today." "After what she did to those Baseships," said Boomer, "I'd say Earth is going to keep on living, now that we're here." "Right, and we'll come up with a new game plan. We're not going to let the Cylons take Earth like they did Gamorray." "Right with you, Apollo," said Sheba. Blue Squadron punched up their turbos and entered the Earth's atmosphere. President Sheridan walked through the ruins of this once great city. He was all alone feeling tired and beaten after today's surprise attack. Soon, the Cylons would return and he needed to seek shelter before he became Baltar's prisoner once again. He'd rather kill himself that let that madman lay his hands on him. There was black smoke everywhere he went and coughed along the way. Fiery wrecks of tanks both Cylons and US filled up his nostrils, and then the burning smell of human flesh filled his lungs with disgust. He felt tremors coming from the nearby Cylon tanks. Sheridan needed to find a place to hide, but a ray of hope came through in the form of an army chopper, fully fueled and loaded. A line was thrown and Sheridan grabbed hold. He was reeled in on time as the Cylon tanks just barely missed him. Once on board, he was saluted by two young soldiers. "Sergeant Allen," one said. "Sergeant Baker," said the other. "I owe you my thanks." "Are you all right sir?" "A little banged up, but I'm great. I know the deal. I've been there before. Now, what's our situation?" "It's pretty bad, sir," said Allen. "Most of our forces are down, but we're hanging on to dear life. Our new allies are fighting alongside us." "New allies? Who are they?" "Unknown, Mr. President, but they appear to be human and came in numbers from space." "Human? Can they be trusted?" "I don't know, sir. But so far they pose no threat and assured us we're all brothers." "Brothers?" "Yes, sir." Allies from another world becoming brothers in arms. Sheridan was not convinced yet, especially after getting a look at Baltar. "Other than that, sir," said Baker, "They're helping us. They're ready for a fight and so are we. We took out two of the enemy's war ships. Our missiles took them straight to hell." "Who gave the order?" asked Sheridan. "Vice President Lopez." Fernando Lopez. Another veteran from the Vietnam War. Sheridan was his commanding officer and a good friend. After today's events, he was glad to have him as his running mate. "Good ole Fern," said Sheridan, "I knew he wouldn't let me down. Let's get going. I need to know how my family is doing." "On our way," said Baker. Soon Sheridan would find a new base of operations. Washington was now in the hands of the Cylon empire. The rest of the eastern seaboard would be heavily guarded. Baltar now owned half of the nation's territories. With the country split in half by the powerful laser shots. the western United States was completely cut off. Sheridan would still run things in the west, keeping what was left of the country intact. It was the worst attack on Earth's recorded history. Soon they would regroup and join forces with new allies from the stars. Earthlings and Colonials alike would stand together and reclaim the planet. It was just a matter of time of when they would pull off this great miracle. Chapter Two -- Seven Gone By Seven years after the invasion Commander Adama landed on Earth for the first time sharing his knowledge of the Cylon Empire. When he announced himself to the whole world many were skeptical. Some trusted him while others felt he and his people brought their enemies to Earth. There were those that said he was in league with them. In time they learned to trust him and work together to learn new battle tactics. The two hundred twenty civilian ships were given permission to land on Earth. Some of the Colonials joined in on the battlefield and their ships would be scavenged for spare parts to create new and powerful weapons. The United States was now two nations. From North Dakota to Texas formed a new west coast completely separated from Minnesota and the rest of eastern United States now in the hands of the Cylon Empire. Small groups of rebels that survived the attack made their presence felt among the Cylon forces but it was not enough to dethrone Baltar who ruled with an iron hand. The war continued on with no end in sight. The wounded would pile up each day. Cassiopeia and Doctor Salik were on the field tending to the wounded with the technology they brought from the Galactica. Every soldier, earthling and Colonial alike were taken care of. Those that saw Cassiopeia for the first time, especially earthlings, thought she was an angel sent from God himself. Cassi was now an MD and working as hard as Doctor Salik who was getting older each day. The veteran MD had planned on retiring once they reached Earth. Plans were put on hold due to the Cylon takeover. One Earth soldier brought in to medical was a young sergeant. He was on the field when Cylon fighters did their kamikaze run on the rebel blockade. Two tanks were wiped out by fighters loaded with solonite. Many soldiers were wounded or dead. The young sergeant was caught in the blast suffering second degree burns. He was brought in, barely hanging on. Once he saw Cassi's face he knew he was in good hands. "You'll be all right," she said. "Just hang on." "You're the most," he tried speaking, "The most beautiful thing I've seen in a long time." He was gone leaving a blank stare Cassi never got used to. She closed his eyes and covered him up. "There was nothing you could have done," said Doctor Salik. "I know," said Cassi. "It's all part of the job. Save a few, lose a few. I don't know how much more I can take." "Still worried about Starbuck?" "Everyday. My worst nightmare is having him dying in my arms. I can't go through with that." Since the war, Starbuck was always her main concern. Day and night she wondered if he would ever return to her alive. The United Resistance Front was formed in the former United States. The rest of the world did the same, forming their own armies and gaining knowledge from the Colonials in building advanced weaponry. In an underground bunker in Roswell, New Mexico, President Sheridan remained in power. The years had taken a toll on his well being. He looked old and haggard and tired. He didn't sleep much and lost some weight nearly frail in appearance. Many thought he was sick or dying, but he assured them he was fine and was going nowhere. He was planning on living until the war was over. Sheridan and his trusted generals discussed their battle plans deep within the bunker. Section ten was off limits to both civilians and officers. The plans were discussed in secret by only highly authorized personnel. Word got out that Cylon spies made to look human were gathering intelligence. Since then no one was taking chances. They had to be on high alert on who's friend or foe. The holographic map the Colonials provided showed off locations and territories owned by the Cylons. They studied every holo image from weapons to spacecrafts, tanks to centurions. Washington was one place Sheridan wanted back but every attempt became one failure after another. He could almost hear Baltar laughing behind his back. "What's our status?" he asked. "West coast is still in heavy guard," said General Adams. "Cylon forces have been unable to get through. We got hundreds of air mines surrounding the area and two tank squadrons covering our backs. Canada's blockade is secured but not for long. If they get through they'll come our way and steamrolled by us." "What about the east?" "East is still theirs," said General Williams. "They have Baseships underwater guarding the coastal area. Anyone going in is coming home in a box." "What about the Colonials?" "We've had intelligence that a Cylon outpost is on Mars building weapons of mass destruction," said General Tyler, "My God," said Sheridan. "Four Baseships covering the planet." A holo image of Mars appeared along with a blockade of Basestars, making any attack impossible. "From the northern and southern hemisphere," explained Tyler, "to east and west. Fully loaded from ear to ear. No way we can penetrate that blockade." "What about Commander Adama?" asked Sheridan. "Any word from him?" "Nothing yet, Mr. President," said General Adams. "And not even the Galactica can get through that blockade." "Damn it. What about our warships? Are they ready to fly?" "No sir, I'm afraid not." "We're running out of time here. We can't let the Cylons launch those birds. Now someone please give me a solution because I'm sick and tired of hiding in this hole." Since the Cylon invasion, President Sheridan had remained hidden in the bunker like a trapped animal. All those years going by without seeing a sunrise or a sunset. As much as he hated being there, it was the only safe place for his family. Two levels above, his wife Kelly and their daughter, Reese, made friends with other families that survived the invasion. Apollo's son Boxey, now in his teens, lived among them and took a liking to Reese since they were children. His trusted daggit, Muffit, was there keeping him company as always. When Reese first saw Muffit, she was scared at first thinking he was some robot creature about to eat her in her sleep. Boxey assured her that Muffit was harmless and will not eat or bite her. Once she trusted Boxey, she learned to admire Muffit just like any ordinary pet. After the years went by, Boxey and Reese were practically inseparable, never leaving each other's sight. Athena was acting teacher to all the children that lived in the bunker. She kept up with Earth's history before telling them about the history of her people and the Cylon Empire. Athena was fascinated by the number of historic events in the thousands of years of Earth's history. From the time of Christ to World War II and beyond, she studied and learned all there was about her newfound home. Back in Sector Ten a transmission came before the holo map. The images of Mars and the Basestars were replaced by Adama's. "Greetings Mr. President," he said. "Commander," said Sheridan, "We were just wondering about you. We haven't heard from you in a while. What's the situation out there?" "Not good I'm afraid. I'm sure by now you've heard about Mars." "Yes, we have. I'm open to suggestions if you are." "As a matter of fact I do. I just received a transmission from an old friend, and he hates the Cylons as much as you do." "That's great. Who is he?" "Commander Cain of the Battlestar Pegasus." "Battlestar? I thought yours was the last one in service." "That's a long story, Mr. President." "I'll keep that in mind. Are there anymore out there I should know of?" "No. Cain is all we have. And I know Cain, he'll take out that blockade head on." "I hope it won't come down to that. When do we expect to meet him?" "In a centon from now." "Good. I'll look forward to it." Adama's image faded. Sheridan hadn't gotten used to the words the Colonials spoke of. Centons and microns he figured were hours and seconds. When it came to Ambrosa, every soldier knew what that meant. Ever since the Colonials brought it to Earth it became the top beverage of the entire army. Cain was granted permission to come aboard the Galactica. The shuttle he arrived in entered Beta Bay where he was given a hero's welcome just like before. Despite how old he was becoming, he was still as stubborn as a mule and was not going to change for anyone. The greatest military commander to ever live. Hero to others and legend to many. Adama could not have been more pleased to see his old friend once again since the battle of Gamorray which left no trace of the Pegasus. "It's great to have you back," said Adama, shaking his hand. "It's great to be back you old war daggit." Among the warriors greeting him was his daughter, Sheba, who he had not seen in ages. Sheba ran towards him and practically jumped in his arms, hugging him tight. "I've missed you so much," she said with tears in her eyes. "I've missed you too, baby," said Cain. "This time I'm not going anywhere and those gol-monging Cylons will be out of our lives for good." It seemed they could hug forever. Too many yahrens apart was all they could endure. "We'll talk some more," said Cain, looking at her tears running down her cheeks. "But right now I have a battle to plan and a war to win." Side by side, Adama and Cain shared what they each did after the battle of Gamorray. The Pegasus jumped to lightspeed after the destruction of the two Basestars. Along the way Cain encountered other planets hit by Cylon forces. Those that survived were permitted to come onboard the Pegasus and trained to be warriors for a chance at payback. Since then, they learned to fight and fly their own Vipers, quickly joining Silver Spar and Bronze squadron. Adama told Cain about his encounter with Count Iblis and how he had Sheba under his spell. Baltar's capture was the highlight of the conversation including helping the Galactica to destroy his own Basestar in exchange for his freedom. Then to Baltar's eventual escape to the discovery of Earth. The two old friends could talk until they dropped just to hear everything the other had done all this time. "I take it Baltar is running the show," said Cain. "No question," said Adama. "Right now he has too much power to hold onto. Hopefully we'll be able to find his weakness." "We will. While there's still air in these old lungs of mine I'll make sure he begs for mercy. Not even those gol-monging Cylons will be able to protect him from me." "Right now I want you to save your breath when you arrive on Earth. A lot of important people out there who wish to see you and your technical wizardry. Don't be alarmed by their primitive weaponry. Theirs have been effective against the Cylons, but still they need something to carry them through." "Not to worry, Adama. If these people still have some fight in them, they'll have plenty more after I teach them the tools of the trade." Cain, along with Silver Spar squadron, arrived on Earth for the first time. When Cain stepped out of the shuttle, he got a better look at what he was dealing with. The area was a wasteland. Nothing but fire and smoke coming from what was once a great city. Along the way he saw skeletons of dead soldiers, some being Colonial once he recognized the uniforms. Seeing the remains of the fallen made him sick to his stomach and already he was growing anxious to fight the Cylons once again. When he entered the bunker he saw the many civilians in hiding. He saw children frightened and babies crying. The civilians saw Cain for the first time and couldn't keep their eyes off him. "Who's that?" asked Reese. "Commander Cain," said Boxey, "The greatest warrior in the galaxy. Yahrens ago, sorry, years ago he took on two Baseships head on and then he just vanished. We didn't know if he survived or not. My father worshipped the man his whole life." "He'll be happy to see him again." "Your father will be happy to see him. Cain is the best we have and he'll help all our people." Cain was given permission to enter Sector Ten and was introduced all around. President Sheridan was the first to shake his hand, welcoming him to the resistance. "Commander Cain," said Sheridan, "It's a pleasure to meet you. Your reputation precedes you." "Yes, I should imagine it is," said Cain, while Sheridan and his generals looked at one another. "That's just a little attempt at humor Mr. President. Whatever you've heard about me is all based on fact. I do what I do and get it done." "I have no doubt you are a valuable asset to your people." "Our people, Mr. President. We are fighting together aren't we?" "I guess we are." "All right then Let's get down to business before those gol-monging Cylons wipe us out." The holo images of Mars and the Basestars were back online. Cain discussed his battle plan in vivid detail along with his trusty baton he used to point out where the action would begin. Everyone paid close attention to every word he said. Sheridan especially listened carefully from the legendary warrior who could probably wipe out a squad of Cylons with his eyes closed. "The Galactica and the Pegasus," he explained, "will launch all Vipers keeping the Cylon fighters occupied. Both Battlestars will attack the Basestars for a full frontal assault. Adama will handle the two from the north and western hemisphere and I will deal with the east and south. Their newly designed force shields' capacity is four hundred percent. Ours is three hundred, and then gold squadron will make their move." A holo image of a new outpost on Earth's moon appeared, fully armed with laser cannons and a squadron of over a hundred fighter pilots. They were the Gold Squadron. A combined force of earthlings and Colonials. Jolly, recently promoted as captain, would lead the squad. A squadron of his own was a long time coming. "Gold squadron," Cain continued, "will land here where the Cylons guard the perimeter. Once through they surround the base, enter the compound and disable the shields protecting those Basestars, and destroy those missiles before they're finished being built. We only get one shot at this. We can't afford to make one mistake." "Agreed," said Sheridan. "It's do or die." "Yes I'm glad you see it my way. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to make the final preparations on the Pegasus. Mr. President, Generals, it was a pleasure to meet fine warriors such as yourselves." "Cain. Good luck." "I don't need luck, just to win." Sheridan admired his style and charisma. This was a soldier he could count on, not to take anything away from his Generals. "I'm not sure we should trust him," said General Adams. "What do we know about his credentials in warfare?" "General," said Sheridan, "you're not jealous of Commander Cain are you?" "No Mr. President. What I meant is how long do we keep letting the Colonials fight our own battles. We stand a better chance without all their technology getting in our way." "With all due respect, General, but have you been paying attention? I mean look around. Without the Colonials' help we'd be extinct by now and the entire world would belong to the Cylons. And we can't have that. How many victories have we had before the Colonials came along? Not too many. Since they arrived we have had a few victories and we've been going at it for seven straight years. The Colonials are one of us. Brothers in arms. So don't tell me that them fighting our battles makes us weak. If we are to win this war we have to stick together and trust each other. I don't intend to live in this hellhole for the rest of my life." The pressure continued to grow on Sheridan. He was tired and frustrated over the war lasting this long. For now he needed to leave the room and spend more time with his family. He also wanted to keep a close eye on Boxey who'd been friendly with his daughter. "If you need me," he said, "I'll be upstairs with my family." On the Pegasus, Cain reported to the bridge with Colonel Tolen left in charge during his visit to Earth. Cain had his earpiece on communicating with Adama, who seemed ready for this fight for a long time. This time, Adama didn't have to worry about leaving hundreds of civilian ships unprotected. Now he had a clear focus on the fight at hand with Cain right by his side. "Silver Spar and Bronze Squadron are ready for launch," said Cain. "Red and Blue Squadron ready for launch," said Adama. "Copy that, modocker. You're not going to try to stop me like you did at Gamorray are you?" "Cain, I'm tired of all this bickering and felgergarb. I hope you don't try to stop me." "Adama you are a changed man. You might turn out to be the best warrior than I've been." "I'll take that as a compliment, old friend." All Vipers were fully fueled and armed. Apollo, as always, leading the way along with Starbuck, Boomer, Sheba, and many earth fighters who volunteered for this particular mission. Red Squadron was led by Bojay, Greenbean, along with a few veteran fighters from England and China, wanting an opportunity to fight in space. Silver Spar and Bronze Squadrons were led by Colonials Marsh and Spark. They too had earth fighters from other countries wanting a crack at the Cylons for all the hell they caused in their respected homelands. Engines were turned on along with that familiar humming sound that never goes away. Blue Squadron launched first. Apollo, Starbuck, and the rest punched up their turboes and soared out from the bays. Red Squadron followed through with Bojay and Grenbean leading the way. "Galactica has launched all fighters," said Tolen. "Launch ours," said Cain. Every Viper from Silver Spar and Bronze Squadrons soared through the bays to rendezvous with the rest straight ahead. The Vipers were strength in numbers ready for the arrival of the Cylon fighters. "Bring us around sixty degrees," said Cain, "full speed ahead." "Yes sir," said Tolen. The Galactica stood close by. Adama and Tigh, two old warhorses had waited for this moment. With Cain's support they felt confident and secured. Not too long ago Adama had no intentions of taking on Basestars during the battle of Gamorray, leaving Cain to do all the work. Not this time. Adama was now willing to fight with every last breath. On Earth, the city that was once Washington DC was now the Cylon Capital. All Cylon models, from ILs to Centurions were in complete control with Baltar as its ruler. Since the Cylons took control, Baltar extended his seat of power throughout the city and state, eradicating what was left of its human citizens. The Lincoln Memorial was now replaced by Baltar sitting on the throne. The mammoth statue was a complete likeness to the real thing from his boots to his cape. Baltar had it all and felt no one could challenge his authority. The White House was his private quarters. The Basestar, with Lucifer in command, guarded Baltar's entire kingdom. He had Centurions heavily guarding the mansion that was once home to generations of Presidents before him. On the balcony he had guards on opposite sides with him seated on his revolving high chair. All he did was look at the heart of the city he conquered seven years earlier. He felt like a king with his own castle and his Cylons his personal guard. Entering was Lucifer, who Baltar made General after that first victory. With his own kingdom he was finished fighting and decided to give the former cogitator a moment to shine. "By your command," said Lucifer. Baltar's chair turned facing him. "Speak." "Our spies have reported that the Galactica and Pegasus are about to attack our outpost on Mars." "The Pegasus? Impossible. After all this time?" For the moment Baltar was worried about the news of the Pegasus' return. Then he realized this was an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. "They are prepared for battle," said Lucifer. "Launch all our fighters. Wipe them all out. Not even Adama and Cain's combined effort can surpass that blockade. You have your orders, General. Keep me informed when it's over." "By your command." Before facing the balcony Baltar received contact from one of his officers. He pushed the button on the chair's left arm and a holo image of a Cylon centurion appeared. "Yes," said Baltar. "We have received a transmission from his eminence, the Imperious Leader." "Put him through." The Cylon image faded and replaced with those of the Imperious Leader. "Your eminence," said Baltar, "a pleasure to hear from you." "You have done well, Baltar. You have exceeded my expectations." "Thank you. I have done what you wanted me to do and succeeded in every possible way. As promised the planet Earth is in the hands of the Cylon Empire." "What of the resistance?" "The resistance will be no more after today. The are planning to attack our outpost on Mars but we have a surprise in store for them thanks to our spies. By the end of the day, the Battlestars will be no more and the resistance will be crushed." "Excellent. I will make my arrival to Earth in a matter of days. I look forward to my visit to this primitive planet." "I look forward to your arrival. I will throw a victory parade in your name." "Worry about that after you destroy the resistance. Do not fail me, Baltar." "Failure is not an option, your eminence. Everything goes as planned." "We shall see." The holo image of the Imperious Leader faded with Baltar still in fear of his Lord and master, knowing full well he could scavenge his body for spare parts. Failure was the one thing he could not afford. In full turbo speed the Colonial Vipers were headed towards the lions' den. Cylon Baseships powerful enough to destroy any Battlestar and warship combined were more menacing and brutal than before. Their technology continued to evolve over the years while Earth was a step behind with little help from the Colonials. "There they are," said Apollo. "And here they come," said Starbuck. "How many? Like a thousand?" "I thought you like the odds." "Only in Pyramid. Let's do this." Apollo heard his own heart beating through his ears and his pulse racing. He hadn't relaxed or had a good night's sleep since the war began. Nor did he find the time to be with Boxey. He couldn't remember the last time he spoke to him. For now he needed to focus on the fight that came his way. "Break," he said. All squadrons divided in half, picking out their targets and letting them have it. Leading the attack were Boomer and Sheba each taking out three fighters. Bojay and Greenbean held their own along with Marsh and Spark. Two Vipers were shot down. Starbuck retaliated taking two Cylon fighters himself. Apollo took down two himself. Along the way three more Vipers were leveled. "Sheba," said Apollo, "you got one on your tail." One Cylon fighter was right on top of her. She punched the button to reverse thrusts, soaring backwards past the one fighter forcing it to make the mistake of smashing into another. Both exploding on impact. "Nice," said Apollo. "I learned from the best," said Sheba, referring to her father. The Vipers began leading the Cylon fighters away from the Basestars as planned, giving both Battlestars the breathing room they needed. "There they are Tigh," said Adama, watching the Basestars move from their positions. "They are coming our way. Let's pray that our fighters can hold out theirs for the time being. Battlestations!" "Yes sir," said Tigh, "Battlestations! Seal all compartments!" "Positive shield now." All compartments were sealed tight. Positive shield slammed shut. All laser turrets were set. The Galactica received some upgrades like the new forceshields that covered the ship from the bridge to its rear engines. The shields from the Pegasus had enough power to withstand the force of the Basestars' arsenal. Cain had wanted another crack at the Cylons since the Battle of Gamorray so long ago. For a long time destroying the Cylon Empire was a personal vendetta for the many warriors and friends he lost in the Battle of Molokai. "Two Baseships coming about," said Tolen, "weapons armed." "This is it, Modocker," said Cain, still in contact with Adama through the earpiece. "If we make it out of here the next round of ambrosa is on me." "I'll keep that in mind," said Adama. The battle would soon erupt. Back and forth red and blue beams of light came pounding on each of their targets. Shields from both sides held on, taking on all kinds of punishment. Little did the Cylons know that Gold Squadron was already heading towards Mars. The entire squad went in cloaked, completely invisible to the Cylons' scanners. Jolly and his squad had safe passage onto the planet's surface. Once they landed, they decloaked their fighters, jumped out of their cockpits wearing their protective suits and armed with laser rifles. "Let's go!" yelled Jolly, leading the way towards the compound. The base was miles away. Running was not one of Jolly's favorite activities. Over the years he slimmed down a bit making himself a better soldier on the field. He was lucky to be named captain of his own squad or he might have joined his friends up in space. The Cylon centurions spotted the squad aiming closer. What Jolly and his crew didn't know was that these Cylons were not the type they were used to fighting. These Cylons were seven footers with black armor. Instead of carrying weapons, they had laser fire from the palms of their right hands. Their left forearms were loaded with mini rockets loaded with solonite. What remained the same was their helmet shaped heads and flashing red lights going to and fro. "All centurions," said the leader, "stand by to attack." Their targets were on site and they opened fire, firing all of their advanced weaponry. Three targets were struck dead. Many were taken from the blast of the mini rockets. The solonite wasn't making things any easier for Jolly, whose ears were ringing. "Something's wrong here," he said, ducking behind the nearest boulder. His lieutenant, who went by the call sign Sunstroke, turned on his visor, zooming in on the Cylons directly ahead. "Ah hades," he said, getting a good look at what they were dealing with. "What's going on?" "See for yourself, sir." Jolly did the same, turning on his visor. He wished he hadn't zoomed in on these menacing machines that looked like something crawling out from the black ooze of his home planet. "Frack," he said, "This is not what I signed up for." "What do we do sir?" asked Sunstroke. "Well, we came here to do a job, so Let's get to it." Jolly and the rest fired upon the newly advanced Cylons. Their laser rifles were loaded with grenade launchers. All at once they fired leaving a smoky trail. The Cylons were struck down, exploding into pieces of metallic debris. Jolly urged his crew to move forward and continue the assault and that the two Battlestars are depending on them. Three more of Jolly's crew were gunned down and four more getting hit by the rockets. The action grew hot and heavy from both sides with bodies and metallic debris blanketing the sands of the red planet. Apollo and his squad continued with the onslaught on the Cylon fighters, keeping them as far away from the Basestars preventing them from trying to refuel. Boomer, Starbuck, and Sheba held their own taking out three Cylon fighters. Bojay and Greenbean hung in there taking out as many they could. Marsh and Spark were not so lucky as both their Vipers lit up in flames, leaving Silver Spar and Bronze Squadrons in disarray. "We're getting killed out here," said Greenbean. "Hold it together," said Bojay, "We need to give Jolly more time to knock out those shields." "I hope he gets it done because I'm getting too old for this." "You and me both." Each pilot took down two fighters. Four Raiders were right on top of them opening fire. One shot struck Greenbean's left wing leaving him spinning out of control. Another shot made this time blowing up the entire Viper. "Greenbean!," yelled Bojay. He punched his reverse thrusts and fired back dedicating one for his fallen comrade. Both warriors knew each other for a long time, with both graduating in the academy with high marks. They were part of Blue Squadron until Bojay was transferred to the Fifth Fleet, taking part of the Battle of Molokai. Throughout that time everyone including Greenbean thought Bojay was killed with the rest of the fleet. That is until the Pegasus made its return and suddenly Bojay was back from the dead. Apollo and the others heard the grim news on the helmet comms. They all had to mourn Greenbean at another time and remain focused on the fight at hand. The two Battlestars continued their slugfest with the Basestars. The force shields from both Battlestars were dropping enormously, including the Galactica which was down at one hundred percent. Time was running out for the two commanders. "Adama," said Tigh, "we're losing shields fast. We're not going to hang on very long." "Captain Jolly won't fail us," said Adama. "He's our only hope. But we do need to conserve all our power. Omega, take us directly beneath them. Try to conserve our shields as much as we can." "Yes Commander," said Omega. Cain watched the Galactica maneuvering, leaving him wonder what strategy this was. He spoke into his earpiece to Adama for immediate info. "Adama, what are you up to?" "We're losing shields fast. We need to stay beneath them, away from their firing range. What about the Pegasus?" "She still has shields, but you have a point. Conserve as much power as we can giving Captain Jolly some time to knock out those shields." "Exactly." "All right Adama, I'm with you. As much as I hate to run and hide I'll follow your lead." After clearing the path, Jolly and his squad continued to move forward. Screams of excitement along with screams of agony filled the battlefield. Jolly almost wished he was back inside his old Viper taking down Cylon fighters in a blaze of glory. Dozens of grenade launchers fired and struck down the ever growing Cylon army. Once they reached the base, they split up surrounding the area. Some of the fighters were struck down by Cylon snipers on the roof. The grenade launchers destroyed every one of them, with metallic debris raining down on Jolly and his crew. The steel doors were blasted open. Jolly rushed inside taking down two Cylons up ahead. He gave the word to start planting the explosives. "Let's go!," he yelled, planting a few himself. Jolly took a few men below where the missiles were being built. What he saw before him nearly left him in a state of panic. "My Lord," he said quietly and quickly contacting the Galactica to give everyone the bad news. "Gold Leader to Galactica. This is Gold Leader to Galactica." "Go ahead," said Adama, coughing from the smoke engulfing the bridge. "Commander we have reached the base and set to destroy the generators." "Good work, Captain." "There's one other thing. We found the missiles. There are six of them already built and ready to launch." "My God. Can you destroy them all before launch?" "We're going to have to. I think we have enough explosives to destroy the whole launch pad." "Do what you have to Jolly and hurry. We'll be losing our shields in a matter of microns." "Understood Commander. Gold Leader out. Let's go! Sparrow, Goldstar, we need to dismantle these birds on the double." "Yes sir!" The men and women of Gold Squadron tirelessly planted explosives throughout the entire area. Jolly needed to make sure that every missile was destroyed and take away the fear of the power of these gigantic warheads they possessed. Soon his worst fear would return. Above him the launch bay doors opened up. One missile was lighting up and blowing smoke, engulfing Jolly and his squad. "What's happening?" he asked, demanding some answers. "Who's launching?" "No one, sir," said one soldier upstairs. "The missiles were set to launch the minute we set foot. The silent alarms activated when we blasted the doors. This was a setup." "How much time do we have?" "First missile about to go in fourteen seconds. The next five in two minutes." "What's the target?" The young soldier looked on to the visual screen of the command center locating the intended target. Once he found out he wished he hadn't. He looked ready to collapse when he saw that familiar site flashing before him. "Oh my God," he said. "What is it?" said Jolly. "Private, speak up." "Their target is Earth." "I assumed that, but where on Earth?" "The resistance base of operations." "Which one?" "All of them." "What?" "All of them, sir. Every base from the US to the South Pacific, all targeted." Jolly was ready to kill someone after the horrifying news. The United Resistance Front in danger of being wiped off the map by one swift stroke. "Everybody clear out, now!" he ordered. Every soldier rejoined their comrades and began their run back to their Vipers that were miles away from their positions. Jolly immediately contacted the Galactica to deliver more bad news. "Gold Leader to Galactica." "Go ahead," said Adama. "We have a big problem, Commander. The missiles are set to wipe out the entire resistance front, from every corner of the planet." One Cylon Centurian thought to be destroyed, rose up and fired two shots into Jolly's back. His oxygen pack was punctured and felt blood trickling down his back. He went down hard and losing all breath from his lungs. "Frack!," he yelled, which was all the strength he had left to do. "Sir!" yelled Sunstroke, rushing to Jolly's aid. "Go back. Get out of here now! It's going to blow any micron." "I got you." "No, I'll only slow you down." "I'm not leaving you." "This is not the time to play hero. You have to go. You're in charge now. Get you and your people out of here. Now!" "Sir, I-." "That's an order." The young lieutenant had to accept the fact that Jolly was going nowhere and it was useless to change his mind. He felt heartbroken just leaving him behind after training him and the rest of his squad. "Yes sir," he said, saluting Jolly one last time before running back towards his ship. The first missile went soaring towards the sky leaving Jolly blanketed in white smoke. The centurion Jolly was wounded by slowly crawled towards him. Its left leg was missing and its right arm was full of sparks. "You want me?" said Jolly, daring it to fight him one on one. "Come on!" Gold Squad boarded their Vipers and launched. Jolly looked up seeing them go and feeling proud with what they accomplished. His long time friends would be sadden to hear how his final mission turned out. Jolly would miss every one of them, good times and bad. He would be remembered for the great warrior he was for many years to come. The explosives went off and the entire outpost was no more. The flames would be the last thing Jolly would see in this life. The rush of flames flew his way and burnt both his body and the Cylon's armor to a crisp. The missiles inside were blown away, but not before the second one was launched. Once the word got out that the shield generators were disabled it was time for both Commanders to take action. Cain as always was ready to finish things off. "All right, Tolen," he said, "Let's get behind them and finish them off. Stand by all missiles for point blank launch." Adama was ready and congratulated Gold Squadron for a job well done. Once he heard about Jolly, he was devastated. What made matters worse was the first missile soaring out of Mars and straight to its destination. The pressure grew intense once Adama heard about the second missile. Adama told Cain the situation at hand. Cain right now was concentrating on destroying the Basestars instead of the launch. Once the Basestars were on target, Cain gave the word and Tolen launched forward missiles. Two of them connected hitting the saucer section and the Basestar was a huge ball of flame. The Galactica launched its missiles destroying the Basestar on target. The next one was targeted and immediately destroyed. The force of the blast and fiery debris struck the Galactica causing it to lose the rest of its force shields. Once the job was done Adama needed to focus on his toughest target yet. Stopping two missiles from reaching Earth. "Our job is finished," said Adama, "flightspeed for Earth. Not much time until those missiles hit." The Galactica steered a hard right and ignited its newly designed turbo thrusts. Instead of slow moving, the age old Battlestar was able to fly as fast as the Vipers or any small craft. It was more than enough time to reach the missiles from annihilating Earth. The Pegasus was left on its own handling the remaining Basestar. Cain did quick work on the target, relishing the fact the Cylon fighters had no place to land or refuel. "Where is the Galactica heading?" he asked. "She's going after the first missile," said Tolen. "The second one just passed us." "Let's take care of this one while we still have time." The Pegasus fired up its new turbo thrusts and charged forward after its next target. The dogfight between the Vipers and Raiders went nonstop. The Cylon numbers were quickly growing short. Sheba kept up like the veteran fighter she was destroying two more ships. Up ahead she saw Bojay was in trouble. Two fighters were in pursuit while his Viper was short one engine. Sheba fired at one Cylon Raider, but the other was still on Bojay's tail. "Bojay," said Sheba, "Hang on. I'm coming." "Hurry, I can't shake him." Sheba fired but came up short. The Cylon Raider went for the kill firing at the Viper's already damaged engine. One shot and the Viper exploded in a flash of light "Bojay! Nooooo!," Sheba cried. The Cylon Raider was shot down by Apollo. He heard Sheba crying through his helmet comm. Losing Greenbean and Jolly was enough, but now with the loss of Bojay the pain was more than enough to bare. Apollo had experienced pain and suffering throughout his entire career and never got used to it. "Sheba," said Apollo, "He's gone, I'm sorry. Stay focus on the fight at hand." "I'll try Apollo," said Sheba, wiping away her tears. Encouragement was all Apollo could give her at this moment. The rest would have to wait until the fighting came to an end. The Pegasus kept up with the second missile passing through the dogfight, alarming the Vipers to spread out. They also cleared the way for the Pegasus giving chase. Seeing what was happening Sheba was now concerned about losing her father, depending on what he had in mind. The Pegasus smashed through a couple of Cylon Raiders smashing them to bits. The entire craft shook from the impact with forceshields still holding at one hundred twenty percent. The missile traveled at three hundred miles per hour. The Pegasus continued the pace burning as much fuel it still had. The trail of smoke temporary blocked the view of the missile. "Target in sight," said Tolen. "Lock forward lasers," said Cain, growing anxious to give the word. "Forward lasers locked." "Fire!" The Pegasus' nose lit up firing two red beams of light upon the missile. The explosion made the Pegasus tremble nearly knocking Cain off his feet. Some cheers broke out after the target was destroyed. "Well done," said Cain, "now Let's see how the Galactica is faring." The Galactica remained in pursuit of the first missile, traveling at three hundred miles per hour. The amount of fuel burning was at an all time high due to the turbo thrusts. The Galactica fired its forward lasers but missed the target. "Take her steady," said Tigh, with beads of sweat running down his neck. Another shot made and another miss. Adama held tight to the bridge banister, feeling his hands growing wet and moist. The missile just passed Earth's moon and now heading for the blue planet itself. The pressure grew nerve wracking on Adama who needed to make the next shot count. "One more time," said Tigh. "It's now or never." "Lock on target," said Adama. "Target locked." "Fire!" Chapter 2 Once again forward lasers lit up this time destroying the target. Cheers broke out and quickly died down from what happened next. "All hands," shouted Tigh, "brace for impact!" The shockwave from the exploded missile shook the Galactica from stem to stern. The crewman were thrown from their seats. Sparks rained down on the entire bridge and the smoke and flames would follow blanketing everyone's view. From the officer's lounge to Alpha Bay were flames and massive explosions turning the members of the crew nearby into flaming human torches. The Galactica's thrusters were blowing apart leaving the ship adrift. The great ship continued blowing apart piece by piece. Alpha Bay was torn apart and suddenly detached from the ship drifting slowly away from the wreckage. The rest of Galactica was all covered in smoke and flames. "All hands abandon ship!" ordered Tigh, who had no alternative but to do the one thing he thought he'd never do throughout his career. "All hands abandon ship! Get to your shuttles!" Flight Corporal Rigel and the entire staff cleared out. Those that were seriously hurt had to be carried to the elevator. "You too Colonel," said Adama. "Commander?" "You heard me. Get to the shuttle while there's still time." "You're going down with the ship? I can't allow that. I won't allow that." "You have your orders Colonel. You too, Omega." "Adama, you don't need to do this. The people of Earth still have need of your leadership." "Earth will have plenty of leaders to follow. I've had my share of leadership long enough for the next generation to pick up the mantle. Apollo will be the one to look up to and I know in my heart he will lead Earth to victory." The crew reached the shuttles on Beta Bay. One by one every shuttle launched. Shuttles that were now big enough to carry twenty or more people. Once cleared Beta Bay exploded and detached from the ship. On the bridge Omega was knocked over the rail from the tremor of the blast. A large pile of debris fell from above and crushed him killing him instantly. "Omega!," yelled Tigh, rushing over to his aid. He didn't need to feel for a pulse. Just looking into that blank stare and blood spilling from the corner of his mouth told the story. Adama knew looking at Tigh's face and mourned silently to his fallen comrade. "We're going down together," said Tigh, "all shuttles have launched and both of our landing bays are gone." Adama couldn't argue with him. There was no escape for either him or his old friend. The two old warhorses who have been in conflict with the Cylons throughout their careers were finally calling it a day. The dogfight had ended with almost half the squad wiped out. Now the big blow in their lives was seeing the Galactica's destruction. To most of them the ship was more of a home away from home. Home to generations of colonial warriors old and young. "My God," said Starbuck feeling a part of him dying before his eyes. "Blue Leader to Galactica," said Apollo, "Blue Leader to Galactica." "We're right here, Captain," said Tigh. "Why haven't you evacuated? She's going to blow any micron." "There's no way off. All shuttles have launched or been destroyed and the landing bays are gone." "I have them captain," said Boomer, locating the shuttles nearby, "we'll take it from here." Boomer along with Sheba and the rest of the squad led the small fleet of shuttles back to Earth. "Apollo," said Adama, with tears in his eyes, "I'm giving you my final orders. Return to Earth and lead our people. They need you more than ever." "Father, there must be a way." "There isn't. You can not help us...my son." Deep down Apollo knew he was right. The damage had been done and the fates had already determined the outcome. "Father-" "Apollo," said Adama, "you've made me proud. Proud to see the man you came to be. You've made me the happiest father in the cosmos. Give my love to Athena, Boxey, and all those fine warriors that were like my own children. May the Lords of Kobol guide you. And Cain I know you can hear me. Even though we fought and argued on occasion I still respected you as my friend, comrade, and brother. You are the greatest warrior I've ever known and no one can take that away." "Thank you," said Cain, feeling choked up. "Coming from you that means alot. May the Lords of Kobol guide you to your journey. Colonel Tigh, don't let him out of your sight. He'll need you where he's going." "I will," said Tigh, "it was a pleasure fighting along side you.." "You too Tigh. You too." All communications were cut off and Tigh and Adama were not heard from again. The Galactica made its slow descent into Earth's atmosphere. On the bridge both men faced each other and shook hands for the very last time. "See you on the other side, Colonel." "I'll be waiting, Commander." The Galactica entered the planet one giant fireball soaring straight down western United States miles away from Roswell. The resistance looked at the fiery debris that was once a great war ship. Head first she went down and slid across the sands. Once she stopped it was over. The rest of Galactica exploded leaving knowing left of her existence. She was now a mere pile of scrap metal. The colonial vipers entered the planet with the pilots watching the flames down below feeling the impact of what they lost. "Goodbye...father," said Apollo. "Goodbye, sir," said Starbuck. Apollo had to accept the fact that he would be the new commander. A commander with no warship to back him up. He thought of giving full command to Cain but he knew doing that would be suicide, especially with his credentials. In time Apollo would command a ship of his own. But not now. First he needed to focus on the situation in hand. Keeping the resistance front alive and remind everyone that Commander Adama did not die in vain. In the Cylon capital Lucifer entered Baltar's office ready to give him the news that would either upset him or feel victorious. He awaited all day on the outcome of today's battle so he would pass on the good word to the Imperious Leader when he arrived. "By your command," said Lucifer. Baltar's chair turned around facing his general and saying, "Speak." "We have grave news Baltar." "What's happened?" "Our outpost on Mars has been destroyed." "What? It's not possible." "I'm afraid so. The colonials entered the planet and we were not able to scan them." "Not scan them? They were cloaked." "That is correct." "What about the baseships?" "All destroyed. The Galactica and Pegasus began a full frontal assault to distract them." "Our missiles?" "Destroyed as well." "Then none of our intended targets were hit?" "No, I'm afraid not." The frustrations began to grow on Baltar with a worried look on his face. He hoped that his plan would succeed just to impress the Imperious Leader. Now he was left wondering what to do next. "But I do have good news. The Galactica has been destroyed." Quickly Baltar's mood changed. He was about to smile and laugh but paused for the moment just to hear the details carefully. "Are the facts correct? The Galactica has finally been destroyed?" "Yes they are. She crashed just moments ago." Baltar broke out laughing like a hyena and smiled that devious smile showing off his pearly whites, leaving an impression on his general. "The Galactica destroyed? Adama gone? This is the greatest triumph for the Cylon Empire. It's a shame I wasn't there to see it myself. It must have been a beautiful site to see her burn to a crisp. And the Pegasus?" "The Pegasus survives." "It won't be long until she becomes a fiery inferno. Now she is the last Battlestar standing and soon the resistance will be no more." "You consider today's event a victory?" "With the Galactica destroyed it is a great victory. The heart of the resistance is long gone and soon the very soul will be mine for the taking. What is the report on our spies?" "Many of them have infiltrated several outposts. They are being...taken care of as we speak." "Very well done. Keep me informed on how the mission goes. I want as much good news I can gather to pass on to our Imperious Leader for his arrival." "By your command." Baltar would smile for hours knowing his long time foe was forever out of his life. He had to remind himself there was still one Battlestar remaining and he was anxious to see it crash and burn. In section ten one, a lone figure stood gathering info from the holo map. Every battle plan and knowledge of the other resistance camps were gathered up until the holo map was rendered useless. On his left hand a mini sliding door appeared and a flash of light poured out lighting up the room. "By your command," he said. "Report," said Lucifer in holographic form. "I have gathered all the intel you required." "Excellent. You have done well. Baltar wants you to report to him immediately. He will be most pleased with the data you hold in your grasp." "Yes. I look forward to meeting Lord Baltar face to face. The Cylon Empire is proud to have a great leader such as he." "What the hell is going on?" The interruption belonging to President Sheridan, walking in on the conversation along with members of the secret service. He noticed the holo image before it was shut down. Once the lights in section ten were turned on Sheridan was shocked at who he saw. Someone he thought he could trust. "You?," he said. "You're one of them?" The secret service raised their weapons at General Adams, standing there with a big smirk on his face. "You catch on quick, Mr. President," he said. "It's a shame you had to find out this way." "You sonofabitch," said Sheridan, feeling his world crumbling down. "I trusted you all this time and you've been playing me for a fool? I take it this was Baltar's plan all along?" "Indeed." "He's nothing but a yellow bellied coward who can't do the job himself. You tell him that." "I'm afraid that won't be possible. After today I will be greatly rewarded while the rest of your species will be long extinct." "I've heard that speech before and I get sick just hearing it. You bastards can't beat us and you won't beat us. I'm going to have all you tin cans listed for recycling." "I hate to be the one to break it to you, Mr. President, but your little space expedition was nothing than a trap, a ruse. You may have destroyed our outpost but you are now one Battlestar short." "What the hell are you talking about?" "Your ally, Commander Adama, is dead." "You're lying." "Am I? Let me show you." The secret service kept their weapons on Adams while his eyes lit up the room even more, showing a holo image of the Galactica in its final moments. "Feast your eyes, Mr. President. Watch as the Battlestar Galactica burning beyond recognition. Hear the screams of every human burning alive and turn to dust. The Galactica is no more and soon the Pegasus will fall, along with the rest of your so called resistance front." Sheridan was so angry and out for blood wanted to strangle him with his bear hands, knowing full well that would be useless. "Now Mr. President," said Adams, shutting down his lighted eyes, "kindly step aside so I can deliver the message to my Lord and master." "You must be joking if you think for one second I'm going to let you walk out of here in one piece. I'm tired of fighting your kind and I want my country back." "You humans never learn." Adams raised his right hand and a beam of light came slicing through the intended targets. It was the last thing president Sheridan saw in this life. Apollo and his squad landed their vipers after a tiresome battle that ended in victory and tragedy. He looked over his shoulder at the dark smoke rising from the wreckage that was a great and proud ship. It would take time for him to accept the fact that she was gone as well as his father. It was the end of an era. Now it was time to move forward and keep his father's dream of hope and peace alive by leading his people, earthling and colonial alike, to victory. Sheba rushed into his arms and cried on his shoulders, with thoughts of Bojay dying before her eyes. She loved him like a brother since childhood and it would take time for the wounds to finally heal. "Can't believe she's gone," said Starbuck, looking at the clouds of smoke rising towards the sky. "We had so many memories onboard. She will sorely be missed." Everybody else watched the view, staring deep into it, and thinking about the many accomplishments they all had throughout their careers onboard the Galactica. "What's our next move, captain?," Boomer asked. "Our next move," said Apollo, "is to re-group, gather all our forces, and destroy every Cylon we encounter and win this war. That's what we're going to do. And we are going to win even if it kills us all." Boomer could tell Apollo was still hurting from his loss. He was hurting and saw fire in his eyes like never before. Members of gold squadron landed their vipers, joining up with the remnants Galactica's viper squad. The newly appointed leader, Sunstroke, approached Apollo and saluted him. "Captain Perez, sir" he said. "At ease. Congratulations on a job well done." "Thank you, sir. We lost Captain Jolly in the process. He trained us well. And I am sorry about Commander Adama." "Thank you. He was an inspiration to us all." "My squad and I are ready when you are, sir. We'll fight to the end." "Very good. We still need good warriors like yourself on the field." "Count on us. We'll tear those Cylons apart from here to calcutta." His squad yelled, "hell yeah!" "Lets do 'em good!" "Kill 'em all! Perez was assured they were all ready to fight and die by his side. "By the Lords of Kobol," said Apollo, "the Cylon Empire will fall." Everyone cheered and screamed at the top of their lungs, waving and firing their weapons in the air. Down in the bunker a massacre orchestrated by general Adams took place after assassinating president Sheridan and the secret service. His targets were now the civilian population. Every man, woman, and child were being slaughtered. Those with weapons tried disabling him. His force shield had protected him from all fire, bullets and lasers alike. His palm lit up and every threat was wiped out. Cassie and Doctor Salik ducked for cover from the laser firing and tried protecting the wounded. Athena provided some cover fire just for them to lead the wounded to safety. She fired shot after shot keeping the Cylon at bay. He responded firing his own shots forcing her to drop down hard on the floor bruising her knees. The laser shots shattered glass near Athena and came raining down on her cutting her arms and face. "Athena!," Cassiopeia cried out, rushing towards her, and leaving Salik worried for her life. "Cassiopeia!," he yelled, "get out of there!" "Athena you hang in there. I'm getting you out of here." Cassie took a better look at Athena and discovered she was in terrible shape. There was blood everywhere. Her hands were deeply cut and her left eye was damaged. Athena was already feeling weak and groggy from the blood loss and Cassie was making sure she lived awhile longer. The Cylon was heading Cassie's way. Slowly, like a predator about to attack its prey, Adams took his time relishing the carnage he caused and was yet finished with the onslaught. "Cassiopeia!," Salike yelled, blocking the Cylon's path. The Cylon pushed him aside sending him flying across the room, knocking the wind out of him. Adams was all set for the kill targeting both women. Cassie stood blocking the Cylon's path and giving cover to Athena. "Please," Cassie begged, "you don't have to do this." "Begging," said Adams, "a rather weak human trait. Pathetic." He fired and connected without any signs of remorse. Soon he was interrupted by a number of laser firing attacking behind him. Apollo and company arrived firing continuously until the force shield started to weaken. "Keep firing!" ordered Apollo. The Cylon retaliated firing at the warriors and taking down three. More and more shots kept coming. Adams saw before his eyes that his shields were down to fifty percent and dropping fast. Already he knew he would not leave the bunker in one piece nor meet with Baltar. Even so he knew his mission was a success delivering a blow to the resistance. "You're all fools," he said, "the Cylon Empire will be victorious. Victory is inevitable." The shields were no more and the laser shots connected destroying Adams to pieces. His head was the only thing still functioning repeating his last words over and over again. Apollo approached it and blasted it. "Get everyone to medical!," he yelled, "now!" The squad split up gathering up the wounded as quickly as possible. Ten barely survived the carnage and in need of blood transfusions. Doctor Salik slowly rose shaking the cobwebs off and quickly taking charge of getting every wounded to medical. His other concern was Cassioepia. Apollo found Boxey shaken but alive. Both of them hugged each other for the first time in ages. The war had drift them apart for far too long. Soon he would tell his son about his grandfather and his courageous sacrifice. They both had alot to talk about and for now they had all the time in the world. Starbuck rushed over to the two women badly wounded. Once he got a better look at who they were his heart sank. "Athena! Cassie!," he yelled, "I need a medic! Medic!" Athena was alive and in bad shape. Cassiopeia was not so lucky. One laser shot to the chest left her critical. Starbuck feared the worst and tried communicating. "Cassie? Can you hear me? It's Starbuck." Slowly she opened her eyes and gave him that warm smile he was all too familiar with. "You came," she spoke softly. "Better late than never." "She saved my life," said Athena, covering her wounded eye. "Are you all right?" "Just tired." Athena passed out and yelled for the medics again. Finally Salik and his staff rushed right over with two stretchers. Both women were taken over to medical with Starbuck right behind them hoping they both make it. Once Apollo heard about Athena he was in deeper pain than before. He couldn't handle the fact of losing two family members in one day. Starbuck paced back and forth waiting to hear fron Salik of the condition of the two women that meant so much in his life. He didn't know what to do if he lost both of them. He had to think positive which was hard for him to endure. Salik came on the scene with parts of his hospital gown covered in blood. Starbuck stood still waiting to hear the news. Once he saw the look on Salik's face he already knew what he was going to say. "I'm sorry, Starbuck," he said, "Cassie's gone. I've done all I could." Starbuck dropped down on one knee and planted his hands on his eyes, covering up the tears about to pour. Salik was heart broken. Cassieopeia had been like a daughter to him all this time and he would miss her the most especially from all the work she had done since joining medical. Apollo saw both men in mourning and let them be. Athena survived but lost her left eye and would spend the rest of her life wearing a patch. Her hands were heavily taped from the cuts she received but no serious damage. He stood by the door watching her rest and thanking the Lords of Kobol for keeping her safe. Despite winning the battle it was the worst defeat for the resistance. Celebration turned to mourning. Smiles turned to tears. It would take time for the healing process to set in. Once done Apollo needed to come up with a new battle plan to win the war that had taken alot out of him. Two days later the Imperious Leader made his arrival on Earth for the very first time. His private shuttle along with three Cylon fighters entered the Earth's atmosphere heading straight for the capital. Baltar, Lucifer, and the Cylon army awaited for the shuttle to land to give their leader a rather warm welcome. Baltar made arrangements to land before the once Lincoln Memorial just to show off his newfound power. The shuttle had landed safely the entire Cylon army stood at attention. Baltar looked nervous from the start, worried about the leader's reaction to today's events. The sealed hatch opened and coming down the ramp were two armed centurions leading the way. The leader came down with two armed bodyguards and the IL series Cylon known as Spectre. Baltar remembered him very well. Commending him for the work he had done on planet Attila. He also Lucifer getting jealous giving Baltar a good laugh. The Imperious leader stood before his trusted servants and both bowed their heads. "By your command," said Lucifer. "Welcome your eminence," said Baltar. "Baltar.Lucifer," the leader spoke, "you remember Spectre." "Yes indeed," said Baltar, "it's been a long time since your remarkable job on Attila." "Thank you," said Spectre, "and may I say it is a privilege to stand near the greatest conqueror in the history of the Cylon Empire." "Thank you, and I look forward to working with you once again." "Indeed. Lucifer, you look well. You have become a general, and for that I am Impressed. It's a shame it's not me in charge of this army, but all in all you have done a wonderful job." "Yes," was all Lucifer said. "Some things never change," said Baltar. "Baltar," said the leader, "a moment." The moment that Baltar awaited had finally come. To pass on the good word to the recent events of this never ending war. Both walked side by side with the two ILs taking up the rear along with the leader's bodyguards. The leader gazed at the great city, admiring what Baltar had accomplished since the hostile takeover years back. Having Baltar resurrected had paid off in a big way. "What do you have to report?" the leader asked. "We've had a few minor setbacks. Our outpost on Mars has been destroyed along with the loss of four Baseships. And the resistance are very much alive." "That is unfortunate." "But our greatest victory was the destruction of the Galactica." "The Galactica destroyed? Are you certain?" "I am. I saw it burn before my eyes. She was a thing of beauty taking along Commander Adama. The Pegasus is next and in time the Battlestars will finally cease to exist." "Excellent. And what of the resistance?" "Everything is going as planned. Our spies have infiltrated rebel camps all over the planet. One by one the resistance front is being exterminated as we speak, and our forces are penetrating the western front to seek out the last of the colonials of this nation and of this galaxy." "You have done well, Baltar. You have become a natural born leader to the Cylon Empire." "I live to serve you." "To secure final victory an armada of Baseships will soon be at your disposal. I want every human life destroyed quick and immediate. The sooner they are all destroyed the better I will extend my seat of power." "The planet will soon be yours and I will hand it to you on a silver platter." Baltar laughed all the way to the White House. The worried look in his eyes had vanished and replaced with a look of confidence. Baltar can feel the victory in the palm of his hand. Chapter Three Four more years had gone by with the war showing no signs of concluding. Alot had changed for those in the resistance. After Sheridan's assassination Vice President Fernando Lopez quickly took over. Before, he was on the battlefield leading his troops to one intense victory after another. Lopez wanted in on the action he could taste it and Sheridan couldn't deny him of that. Even though he and Lopez were long retired from the service his old friend still had that fighting spirit in him that would leave an impression on the Cylon forces. Lopez was appointed general, giving him command of a tank squad that drove the Cylon forces back, preventing them from reaching the bunker. The fighting between Lopez's squad and the Cylon tanks went on for four intense hours. Every cannon roared like thunder and the sky blanketed by smoke. The fires boiled as if the gates of hell had opened. In the aftermath, the Cylon forces were hammered and Lopez lost half of his squad. With his friend and comrade in arms gone he was now faced with an important task. Being in charge of what was left of the nation and giving his people some hope for a better future. Commander Cain took it hard when he heard what happened to Cassiopeia. He loved her the moment he laid eyes on her, and after all that time he never stopped loving her, but she loved Starbuck more. Cain would never take that from him during his time of mourning. In the end he felt that Starbuck was the better man in Cassie's life. After the deaths of Cassiopeia and Adama both Starbuck and Athena shared each others pain and grew close, becoming inseparable. Athena, still reeling over the past events, now wore an eyepatch over her lost eye and a scar that trailed all the way down to her cheek. Starbuck often told her she looked great in an eyepatch and looked more like a warrior. Athena always thought he was joking just to cheer her up but he meant every word by heart. Boxey was now a full grown adult and wasted no time getting in on the action. He was appointed captain of his very own squad and Apollo couldn't have been more proud. He only wished that Adama was there to congratulate his grandson. Over the years Boxey and Reese became lovers. Both of the them grew after their own personal losses. At first President Sheridan didn't enjoy the fact over his little girl getting close with someone from another planet. But after all the turmoil he learned to like the boy and respect the actions of his father. Without a ship to command, Apollo didn't consider himself commander. He was still hurting over the loss of Adama and the great Battlestar Galactica that had stood for as long he could remember. For the time being his place remained with Blue Squadron. Months after Adama's demise, Apollo and Sheba were married by the one priest hidden in the bunker. Everyone celebrated the union and for that one day it was a happy moment. Many thought there would be more to come, possibly Starbuck and Athena or Boxey and Reese. Marriage was the last thing on Starbuck's mind and Boxey wasn't about to force the issue on Reese. Boxey needed to keep focus on the field. During the past four years he chipped in building a wall surrounding all of Area 51. The wall was made from concrete three inches thick, standing at ten stories high. A lone tower was built for lookout. Pulsar cannons were built to fight off any incoming tanks. Boxey was assigned to protect the walls at all costs. As much as he wanted to fly a viper Apollo assured him he was the man for the job. Boxey was put to the test training in the simulators for both aerial and ground assault. In aerial he passed with flying colors. Ground assault was a different story. He had to learn to fight hand to hand against the enemy if it came down to it. He was trained hard by a couple of marines who had hands on experience on the field. It was intense and tiresome for the young man and had to get used to it even if it killed him. After his training ended he was on the battlefield for the first time. His first mission was keeping the Cylon forces at bay. He and his squad marched on only to return tired and defeated. It was a crushing blow to Boxey seeing most of his men not making it in one piece. Boxey no longer wanted to be on the battlefield. His heart remained in flying a viper like his old man. He felt he would get more action in the air than on the ground. He would rather face a Basestar than encounter those monstrous tanks. Apollo showed shades of gray but didn't look his age. The ongoing battle had taken a toll on him. He continued to encourage and inspire people that the war would soon end. Four years later and he was unable to live up to his word. After the massacre in the bunker Doctor Wilker was able to put together a machine that could identify who was human and who wasn't. Since then four spies had been captured and gathering intel from them before being disposed of. President Lopez gave the order to destroy any Cylon attempting to gather info to pass on to Lord Baltar. Wilker passed on his knowledge to the rest of the world to build their own machines in disabling the Cylon spies. Once Baltar got the word of his spies being exposed and hunted down his plans had grown useless. However, he was able to gather enough intel to penetrate the western front blockade. Apollo reported to Section Ten where President Lopez had a new game plan put together for the next battle. "You wanted to see me, Mr. President?" Apollo asked. "Yes Apollo," said Lopez, standing before the holomap along with his group of secret service men. "We received word that General Jones will arrive within the hour discussing our next plan of attack. Commander Cain will arrive shortly. We'll have the muscle we sorely need." "That's good news, Mr. President." "And we just got word that our battleships are ready to fly. I want you to accompany me to the base and get a first hand look at the models. Trust me, the trip will be worth your while." "All right, sir. But I don't think you need my honest opinion on what type of warship you built. " "When you see for yourself your honest opinion will be a factor." Apollo rode in the President's limo. His first trip in one. Since his arrival on Earth he had ridden on jeeps and trucks all military. Riding his first non military vehicle was a new experience and he enjoyed the accommodations. Lopez offered him a drink but refused. Twenty miles from Area 51 an airbase stood tall in the middle of the desert. A secret base the Cylons knew nothing about. Not even the spies learned the existence of this particular place. The President stepped out and was saluted by every soldier, male and female. With the secret service by his side he and Apollo entered the base seeing the newly built warships suspended on pedestals. The workers that made them possible continued making the final adjustments for the soon to be first flight. When Apollo got a better look at the warships he was surprised to see the familiar design of each and every one of them. They were not just warships. They were Battlestars. "Oh my Lord," said Apollo. "Your reaction tells the story," said Lopez. "Five Battlestars at your disposal. Thanks to your father giving us the original blueprints of the Galactica we were able to familiarize the technology and study every piece of the ship, up and down, and side to side. It was alot of hard work but certainly worth it. We even passed the knowledge onto the rest of the world. By now they should have their ships ready to fly as we speak. The Cylons are in for a shock." Apollo walked by every ship admiring the design of each. He got a good look at the names printed on the landing bays. Washington, Lincoln, Jefferson, and Roosevelt. Each named after the sculptured faces of what was once Mount Rushmore destroyed during the Cylon invasion. "It's incredible," said Apollo. "This will give a tremendous lift to all our people." "And a death blow to the Cylons," said Lopez. "I looked forward to seeing them in action. Mr. President, didn't you say they were five Battlestars? I see only four." "It's this way." He led Apollo all the way to the back with the fifth Battlestar stood in total darkness. The lights now shined upon the fifth Battlestar and the surprises kept coming. Like the other four the design were the same. Not one detail made different. The big surprise was the name imprinted on the landing bay. Apollo thought he was dreaming when he stood up close gazing into those very letters. "The Battlestar Adama," said Lopez. "Yours to command. Congratulations...Commander." Apollo was deeply moved by what was presented to him. He didn't have the words to describe what he was feeling. "Thank you, Mr. President," said Apollo, shaking his hand. "You've earned it Apollo. You and Cain will have all the muscle in the world to take down those damn Cylons." "I hope so. This was my father's dream...to live in peace. There's still a chance of that being accomplished and I'll do my best to make it happen." "You will Apollo. I know it." An hour later General Lucas Jones, a six two, two hundred thirty pound African American, arrived with a look of determination and a will to fight. A former marine in Vietnam and appointed general in Desert Storm. He was in full marine gear and a carefully stiched green beret. Jones had all but retired after Desert Storm, but once the Cylons came to town he was back in the battlefield. In his hometown in Atlanta the Cylons arrived nearly wiping out everyone in site. Jones' family were the many casualities on that particular day. His wife, kids, and two brothers were taken from him. He mourned for days and he thought nothing but payback. Then president Sheridan gave him the opportunity to lead his troops into battle. For many years the emotional pain remained within. Once he fought the Cylons in Atlanta and defeated them it still wasn't enough. All he wanted was to fight on and on until he dropped. In Section Ten, President Lopez, Commanders Apollo and Cain, and the two surviving members of president Sheridan's inner circle Generals Williams and Tyler, greeted him and were glad to have him onboard. Joining Lopez' inner circle was one Admiral John Reilly from the navy department. Over the years he studied hard and learned battle tactics from the colonial warriors. He learned everything he needed to know about this powerful enemy from the stars. With all the knowledge he gathered he began discussing plans on how to penetrate the Cylon blockade of the eastern seaboard. On the holo map he showed everyone a fleet of battleships loaded with fully advanced arsenal. They were loaded with pulsar cannons powerful enough to get through the blockade. Images of underwater baseships appeared and they too were fully armed and ready to wipe out the entire fleet. "We've estimated," said Reilly, "that within twenty miles from shore the basestars will rise to the surface and begin their assault. While they're busy with us our navy SEALS will arrive by submersibles, disabling the pedestals, and drown all them sons of bitches straight down." "Very well, Admiral," said Lopez, "make sure every baseship is destroyed. We can't afford to leave one intact if we're to penetrate their blockade." "Yes , sir. We'll be all set by dawn tomorrow." It was then Apollo's turn to discuss plans in space involving the new fleet of Battlestars. "As we know," he began, "an armada of Baseships are on their way thanks to one Cylon spy we captured. The intel we extracted indicates at least ten maybe more coming our way. Commander Cain and I will lead the way keeping their forces from entering Earth's atmosphere. We've also learned they are walking timebombs fully loaded with solonite. Once they enter the atmosphere and crash land on any part of the planet we're talking thousands maybe more casualties." "Good God," said Lopez. "This is a life or death mission, so we can't afford to mess up." "He's right Mr. President," said Jones, "we're going to be up there with our hands full and we're the only chance our planet has right now." "We?" asked Apollo. "I'm going up there with you, commanding the Battlestar Lincoln." "General, with all due respect, but what do you know about commanding a Battlestar? These are the most advanced machines in the cosmos. They have been a part of my people's lives for thousands of yahrens." "Yahrens?" "Years, general," said Lopez, "To know the Colonials you have to learn the language." "Commander Apollo is right," said Cain, "we are the only two who have hands on experience on Cylon warfare. Our Battlestars are the finest ships in the history of our people. You need to have the experience, the skill, and making the right decisions under pressure." "Look, Commander," said Jones, "I've admired what you two have accomplished, I really do. But let me make it clear that I want to win this battle as much as you do. Especially you Cain. You kind of remind me of me. Tough, brave, and maybe a little crazy, and we both want the same thing." "If you're doing this for personal reasons," said Apollo, "You could jeopardize this mission." "Well, Apollo, from what I understand you have some personal issues yourself. We have something in common you and I. We both lost loved ones to those things out there, and if I'm doing this for personal reasons I won't let it get in the way of our mission. I may still be in mourning but my focus is strictly on the battlefield. Now, about your Battlestars, I took the liberty of learning the designs and the technology from the bridge to the bays, from the officer's lounge to medical, and your supply of boroton. I've also studied the designs of your colonial vipers and what your old man has accomplished. Whether you like it or not I'll be up there with you saving both your asses and thanking me. So how about we put aside our egos and raise some hell on those bastards." Apollo knew it was hopeless arguing with the man. He did infact remind him of Cain which left him with a bit of concern. "I'm sure," said Lopez, attempting to cool the friction, "we are all in agreement here that we need each other and the enemy is out there and not in this room. Apollo, please continue." "Yes, sir." The next holo image was the Cylon capital itself. The entire city rebuilt through Baltar's eyes with one Baseship looking over and guarding his beloved kingdom. "Next is the Cylon Capital" he continued, "Captain Starbuck will lead the viper squad and rendevous with the air force. Both squads will be bombarded by Cylon cannon fire upon entering eastern United States. Once inside the capital they'll attack Baltar's Baseship and his entire squad full force." "And reclaiming the city," said Lopez. "That's the main goal, Mr. President. Now comes the hard part. As we all know the western blockade has been breeched by an entire Cylon army heading our way. We've estimated they'll arrive by the afternoon the following day along with an entire squadron of tanks. The wall is about the only thing that stands in their way, and if they get through... game over." "Who's leading our forces?" "That would be my son, Mr. President." "Captain Boxey? Is he really up to the task? I mean after his last campaign. I don't think he's fully recovered over the fatality he absorbed." "I have full confidence in him. Trust me, he can do the job with his eyes closed." "And what about you, Apollo? Can you focus on the fight without worrying about your only son?" "We all have to focus on what we have to do, even if our loved ones are involved." "You're a braver man than I thought. Well, gentlemen, we all know our tasks and do not share what we discussed to any civilian. We need to keep our knowledge deep down if we are to win this war. Good luck to you all and may the Lord be your guide. Dismissed." An hour later after the meeting had ended Commander Cain stood by the edge of the ten storie wall, gazing into the view ahead. For now it was quiet, so quiet Cain could almost hear the Cylons disabling the last of the air mines and marching towards the compound. Cain was actually hoping they made it through and watch them turn to scrap metal. "Penny for your thoughts, Commander?" said General Jones, joining him and offering him a drink. "What's this?" he asked, taking the cup. "Whiskey. I'm assuming you've never had any." "I haven't actually, but I'll give it a try." Cain took a sip, feeling the effects of this ancient Earth beverage for the first time. It was strong nearly making him choked up. In the end he learned to enjoy it even though he still preferred Ambrosa any day of the week. "Too strong?" asked General Jones. "Not at all, of course Ambrosa is still my drink of choice. Have you tried any?" "I have. Not to my liking though. I'm old fashioned that's my problem. So, if you don't mind my asking, how long have you been a soldier?" "A long time, General. I was born and bred to be a warrior just like my father before me. It seems all my life I've been fighting these gol monging Cylons, and it never gets tired. Everywhere they go I want to destroy every last one of them. For a long time I've been a thorn on their side and I'll continue to do so until I drop. What about you General? Been fighting your whole life?" "Not by choice. In my day guys my age and color were drafted into fighting in an insect infested jungle they called a country. A war that went on for years and we were hated for what we did out there. But we did what we did to survive. Throughout my entire life all I knew about was war. Any country invaded or massacred I was always on the battlefield, experiencing every horrible event time and again. That's my story. And now I'm back in the field fighting a war that involves the entire planet." "Not what you expected." "Not in this lifetime. Same rules but different game. Space. I must be out of my damn mind to get involved in this big event." "Don't let it bother you. Many have said I've lost my mind on many occasions, but I always got the job done. Do I think you're crazy because of your lack of experience in this particular battle? Yes, I do. But the Cylons don't know that and they'll be too busy figuring out how to shoot you down. And with our combined strength this will be the greatest victory of our lives and this time the Cylon Empire will fall." General Jones stood there and could only admire the living legend and his accomplishments. He thought maybe after the war ended he too would be a legend. It wasn't his main goal. His was getting even after the loss of his family and he was anxious for that particular moment. "You've got guts for an old man," said Jones. "When they call you old," said Cain, "consider it a compliment. Well General, we have a big day ahead of us, so I need to get back to the Pegasus and make the final preparations. I look forward to seeing your ship in action." "So will I. I'll see you at the victory parade, Commander. And good luck." "You too, General." Both men shook hands and went their seperate ways. By evening President Lopez was making final preperations to the speech he had been working on for days. Too him it felt like years. He had his own oval office arranged in the first level of the bunker. He had no windows or a door, only one beat up and tattered American flag he held since the war began. Sheridan spent most of his Presidency waiting word on the battlefield. Waiting for good news to spread among the inhabitants of the bunker and of those around the world. Lopez was tired and feeling old before his time, but he vowed that he would not end up like his old friend Sheridan. He needed to send a message to the survivors of this great holocost, giving them some inspiration over the next great battle that could turn the tide of the war or end it for good. Doctor Wilker and his scientists were hooking up the satellite on the wall's watchtower which Lopez' speech would be broadcast not only the country but the rest of the planet. At first he was nervous once the cameras were focused on him for the first time in ages. Once it was time he put on a brave face letting everyone know that he and his people were alive and kicking. He needed to let everyone know that the resistance were going nowhere. "Doctor Wilker," he spoke through the walkie talkie, given to him by a secret service agent, "Are we good to go?" "All set, Mr. President," said the aging scientist, "and good luck to you." "Thank you." By 9:00 PM the cameras were powered up and Lopez was ready to deliver the speech of his life, with his family waiting outside and supporting him all the way through. The cameramen gave the signal. From the US to the rest of the world, anyone with a TV or radio would pay attention to every word spoken. Everyone in the bunker watched the flatscreen working for the first time and seeing Lopez about to deliver his speech. Apollo, Sheba, Boomer and everyone else stopped with what they were doing and listened in. "My fellow Americans," he began, "And to the people of the world. Many years ago the Cylon Empire came and took our planet from us. They thought we were weak with our so called primitive weapons. That we were a virus that needed to be vanquished. They believed they could wipe us all from existence, but we have showed them that we're still here and alive and fighting for our survival. We may be a primitive race but we never quit during a good fight. You may destroy our lives, our families, or our homes, but you can never destroy our spirits. You may take our greatest soldiers away but still inspire others to go on and never give up. You took our great leaders President Sheridan and Commander Adama from us and still the resistance continue on. They helped to create the resistance and to make sure we would continue when their time ended. We are still alive to make that dream happen. And to Baltar, who I know is listening, listen to me very carefully. President Sheridan once told me that when his time was up that I was to finish what you and he started and I intend to do so, in wiping you and your kind from our planet. "Our next battle will be talked about for generations to come. Generations will know that the human race never surrendered. That the human race faced the impossible. That the human race did not cease to exist against a powerful foe. We as a people will live on to the next century and beyond. Because as of right now, Operation: United Earth begins effective immediately. We will win, we will survive, and we will take our planet by force. Thank you and God bless America and the entire world." Everyone in the bunker exploded in celebration. Some were moved and some were choked up. Lopez felt drained over his speech and leaned back on his chair touching the wall where the tattered flag stood. His family came in and comforted him. He got up and hugged everyone feeling moved by their love and support after all these years. In the Cylon capital Baltar watched President Lopez in his office, listening to every word he said and not impressed with the next plan of attack he thought was wasted and futile even by his standards. He changed channels on the flatscreen looking at the recent reports on the frontline. Some battles were being won from both sides with the casualty rate now kept at a minimum. All Baltar could do was smile and laugh and wished he was there on the battlefield to see Earth's greatest warriors wither and die right before his eyes. "Pathetic, aren't they?" said Baltar, speaking to Lucifer and the lone centurion by his side. "They do not know when to quit. Hard to believe that I was actually one of them. General, when do we expect our forces to reach the bunker?" "At exactly dawn," said Lucifer. "The wall is the one thing standing between our forces and ultimate victory. Once our tanks break through the entire resistance front will be exterminated." "Very good. After today, President Lopez has made the final speech of his life." Baltar laughed and smiled sensing victory was within reach. The Cylon army marched for days on end towards their destination. Unlike their human counterparts they never grew tired or hungry and never tended to their wounded, all the while making them the perfect soldiers ever assembled. Mile after mile they came along with a squadron of tanks guarding the rear. The ground trembled before the massive tanks scaring off whatever wild life that survived the invasion. By dawn the resistance began making final preparations on the scheduled battle that awaited them all. The US Navy, led by Captain David Walker, were on their way towards the eastern seaboard. Commander Cain began getting his crew together for the Cylon armada that arrived just hours ago. Twenty baseships fully armed and ready to strike down upon the human infestation of their newly conquered planet. Starbuck was saying good luck to his old teammates before his rendezvous with the air force and their attack on the Cylon capital. "You guys watch yourselves," he said. "Don't worry about us," said Boomer, now captain of Blue Squadron. "But you, you're going to have a fun time taking down Baltar. I wish I was there to see it my friend." "Me too. It's my kind of mission." "You take care, hotshot," said Sheba, now captain of Silver Spar Squadron. "We want to see you back for the victory parade." "Thanks, Sheba. I wouldn't miss it for the world. And you, commander, are you sure you're up to it? I mean leading a fleet of Battlestars?" "No," said Apollo, "but I'll figure it out along the way. I just hope the others don't mess up. And I hope Cain doesn't go overboard out there." "Well," said Starbuck, "like you said, you'll figure it out. Good luck, Commander." After he shook hands with his long time friend and teammate it was time for Starbuck to say goodbye to Athena, already with a look of concern. "I know I know," he said, "be careful and don't do anything stupid. I feel like I've heard it my entire life." "No," said Athena, "just...good luck to you." "Thanks. And good luck to you too. And did I tell how you look with that eyepatch?" Athena smiled, kissed his lips and hugged him tight, letting out a few tears she had trouble holding back. It felt good having him in her life again and continuing what they never finished. "And come back to me," she whispered in his ear. "You come back to me in one piece." "I'll be here," said Starbuck. "Make sure you come back in one piece." Athena finally released him allowing him to head for the outside world to join his squad, anxiously awaiting to head into action with a man they considered a hero and a legend to both earthlings and colonials alike. Apollo saw how much she loved him and couldn't ignore that fact. He wasn't crazy about his best friend involved with his sister, but deep inside he knew he could take care of her better than any man. "You all right, Colonel?" Apollo asked. "I'm fine, Commander," she said, relishing the thought she was his executive officer. "Let's get going. Commander Cain doesn't like to be kept waiting." "Agreed." As they were about to leave they spotted Boxey in full combat gear, ready to join his squad for the big job he was assigned to. "Boxey," said Apollo. "Yes, dad?" "You know what you have to do?" "Protect the wall at all costs. My squad and I will get it done. I won't disappoint you." "You'll do fine, Captain. Make us proud, son." "You can count on that. Good luck...to both of you." Both men shook hands and hugged. Athena hugged Boxey next, not believing how much he'd grown. She still thought of him as that sweet little boy. Just him and Muffit going anywhere at any time. "Take care, kiddo," said Athena. "Thanks, Athena. And keep an eye on him. No point intended." After they said their goodbyes to the young soldier, Apollo and Athena joined up with Boomer and Sheba onboard the elevator, taking them to the surface. Two army jeeps awaited to take Boomer, Athena, and Apollo to the airbase where the Battlestar Adama awaited its maiden voyage. Sheba got on board her viper and headed into space to join up with the Pegasus. Boxey joined up with his squad and headed for the elevators. Before he arrived there, a certain young lady stopped him cold, leaving him in frustration. Reese Sheridan had been a worry wart ever since Boxey became a soldier. She had loved him since they were children and couldn't bare the thought of losing him the same way she lost her father. "Boxey," she said. "What is it? I have to go." "A moment...please?" Boxey told his squad to go ahead and he would catch up later. He saw sadness in Reese's eyes he had grown so used to over the years, reminding him how much she loved him. Muffit stood by her keeping her company as he always did. "What's on your mind?" he asked. "I'm begging you," said Reese, "please don't go out there." "Not again. Reese, sweetheart, we've been through all this. I thought we had an understanding." "I have a bad feeling. You don't have to do this. Let someone else fight those things out there. Why does it have to be you?" "Because it's my job, and I've waited all my life for this day to come." "I lost one man in my life. I can't lose another." Reese was devastated when her father was killed while Boxey and her mother were there to comfort her. The tragedy brought her and Boxey close. Over the years their relationship blossomed into romance. Boxey even shared his pain with her telling her he knew how it feels to lose a parent to the very same Cylons. Reese never fully recovered after her loss and the thought of losing another she loved so dearly bothered her each and every day. "You won't lose me," said Boxey. "You'll never lose me. You hear me? Whether I lose an arm or a leg, I'm coming right back to you. I promise. No. I guarantee I'll be back in your arms." "You better...or I'll kill you." They kissed and hugged. Reese held him tight not wanting to let go. Finally she released him and kissed him one more time. "I love you," she said, with tears in her eyes. "I love you too. Muffit, take care of her until I get back." The old daggit barked in response. His trusted daggit since childhood had shown signs of aging. He was slow moving and his running motors were practically worn out and falling apart. He was now considered obsolete and outdated. Boxey rarely saw his old companion like he used to. He was a grown man and a warrior and Muffit was the last remnant of his childhood. At times, Muffit felt lonely without having him around even with Reese keeping him company all the time. Apollo and Athena rode towards the airbase, anxious to get aboard their new Battlestar. For Athena it was the first time seeing the newly christened craft up close. She was amazed seeing how the mechanics built the craft in exact detail, capturing the essence of Battlestars long gone with the exception of the Pegasus, being the last of the old generation that have fought the Cylon Empire for a many millennia. Athena felt choked up seeing her father's name on alpha bay. She felt proud keeping his memory alive and victory would surely keep his legacy alive. "It's beautiful," she said. "Yes, it is," said Apollo. "Let's make it proud." "Commander," said General Jones, set to board the Lincoln. "General, all set to fly?" "I'm ready, and don't worry, I got your back. It should be one hell of an experience in space." "You have no idea. Good luck to you, sir." "To all of us." "To all of us." General Jones stepped aboard the elevator, taking him straight towards the entranceway where two officers awaited on his arrival. Apollo and Athena stepped onboard the elevator, taking them towards the entranceway to the Adama where newly promoted Bridge Officer Rigel awaited. She had come a long way since her days as Flight Corporal. She was more mature and more focused, developing a new attitude since the war began. Her hair was cut short, nearly sporting a buzz cut, disposing those long locks she wore her whole life. Apollo and Athena barely recognized her once they saw her up close. Rigel stood at attention once the two senior officers stepped off the elevator. "Permission to come aboard," said Apollo. "Permission granted, Commander...Colonel. Welcome to the Adama." "Has the crew been assembled as scheduled?" "Yes, sir. They await your orders. You will find them...extremely obedient." "Very good. " Rigel led the two senior officers inside, showing them the bridge occupied by men and women, young and old, and colonial and earthling alike. They were prepared for a good fight and learned much about the enemy that awaited them. "Attention on deck," said Rigel, alerting the entire crew as they stood at attention. Those seated rose quickly, standing at attention and facing their fellow crewman. "As you were," said Apollo. "Listen up. Some of you might know me and some of you don't. But most of you know about my arrival on Earth and the enemy my people have fought before most of you were born. Make no mistake, we are all in this together. We are in the fight of our lives. We are fighting for our future. Some of you may not survive this war and some of you might live to see another day. What I have to say is this; if the Cylons want to take our lives I say let them come and take them. Because we are not afraid and we will send every one of them straight to the fiery pits of hell. We are fighting for our lives, our salvation, and most of all...our freedom. Today's the day we win this war, and we will win. We...will...win!" The entire bridge exploded into cheers, whistles, and hand claps. They were ready and Apollo felt it. "Man your stations," he said. The entranceway was closed tight and the crew returned to their posts. Lights lit up the bridge. Visual screens came to life. Apollo and Athena sat on their appointed seats right behind Rigel, occupying the post once held by Omega. The ship began to tremble once the engines started up and the rear thrusts exploding like raging volcanoes. The Battlestar slowly rose from its pedestal, flying towards the opened dome of the airbase. The creaking noise made by the dome were heavily blocked by all the Battlestars revving engines and exploding thrusts. General Jones gave out his orders and the Lincoln slowly rose from its pedestal and followed the Adama. The Washington, Jefferson, and Roosevelt would soon follow, leaving trails of black smoke. From the wall Boxey and his team looked up at the five Battlestars heading towards the clouds. They were in awe at what they saw while Boxey wished he was up there flying a viper and leading the attack. "Go get 'em, dad," he muttered. From around the world reports of the departures spread like wildfire. Soon the news grew bigger with the departure of other Battlestars rising towards the stratosphere. In Canada, the Battlestar Toronto made its flight. In Spain stood the Battlestar Madrid. In France was the Battlestar Eiffel, paying homage to the centuries old tower after it was destroyed during the Cylon invasion. In Italy was the Roma. England was the London. Russia was the Moscow. Australia was the Melbourne. Japan was the Tokyo. In Finland The Helsinki. In Germany the Berlin. More and more Battlestars from the rest of the world rose and flew towards space. The crowds of every nation cheered in jubilation over the newly created warships, with hopes and dreams of victory and peace. While awaiting for the fleet to assemble Cain made his move on the first Basestar that appeared on screen. The Pegasus, the oldest living Battlestar was set for another battle with the Cylons, which may be her last battle depending on how well the new advanced Battlestars can go up against an armada of Basestars. "All right Tolen," said Cain. "Let's hit them hard where they stand Today we end this." "Yes, sir," said Tolen. Every laser turret lit up starting up the action first. Back and forth both ships exchanged fire. Red and blue beams connected leaving minimal damage. Cain was anxious to start things off especially with a fleet of Batttlestars backing him up. The other Basestars began to attack and the entire Battlestar fleet made their move firing their laser turrets, lighting up all of space. Every ship both Basestar and Battlestar alike pounded on each other's shields, causing no serious damage on either. On board the Baseships the alarms went off, alerting every Cylon centurion to their raiders. Every ship was fully fueled and fully armed. The bay doors opened up and the raiders began to launch one group at a time. "They have launched their fighters," said Rigel, spotting them on her monitor, and turning the holographic image of every ship coming their way. "Then it's time to launch ours," said Apollo, "battle stations." "Yes, sir," said Athena, "battle stations! All hands to battle stations! All pilots to your fighters." "Positive shield, now." Alarms went blaring, the lights turned red, and the shield closed tight. The troopers rushed to their vipers, quickly putting their lit up helmets on and sealing up their cockpits. Boomer, Sheba, and the rest of their squad turned up their engines, serenaded by the familiar humming sound that never goes away. The vipers they had were different from their old ones. The wings were a few inches longer with green stripes representing the green team under the orders of Captain Boomer Besides laser cannons the vipers were fitted with missiles inside the nose cones. The vipers, representing gold squadron led by Sheba, were of the same design with gold stripes. Sheba and everyone else awaited final orders. Her wingman Lieutenant Cree was anxiously waiting for the fight to begin. Ever since he lost his two friends, Bow and Shields to the Ravashol weapon on planet Arcta, he thought of payback. He still thought of them and how the way they were killed so long ago. The memories were painful to endure and he hoped that wiping out the Cylons would cleanse him of the pain he managed to carry this long. "Vipers ready to launch," said Athena, "Awaiting your order." Apollo took a deep breath and gave out the order he waited to say. "Launch all vipers." "Captain, you are cleared to launch," Athena spoke in her earpiece. Boomer punched his turbos and his viper went soaring out of Alpha bay followed by his entire squad. Sheba punched up her turbos and she and gold squad soared clear from Beta bay. The Pegasus soon launched her fighters comprised of Silver Spar and Bronze squadron. The rest of the fleet followed and the big battle for survival would begin. All squads split up and aimed at their intended targets. Vipers and Raiders exploded blanketing space with debris. The Battlestars and Basestars were so far still intact from the protection of their shields. Soon one would lose its shields while the other would keep theirs and destroy its target with a couple of missiles. Cain succeeded in doing that during the battle of Gamorray and was set to do it again. Alone if he had to just like before. Captain David Walker led the naval fleet towards the Cylon occupied east coast. He looked through his binoculars seeing the coast was clear with no sign of the underwater Baseships. He waited for them to rise and to see what they looked like up close. Walker had been in battles at sea before including battling pirates. A battle at sea of this magnitude was worth his talent and experience in warfare. It didn't matter what the enemy looked like or how they fought. To him the enemy was the same as anyone he ever fought. Big or small, human or not was all the same to him. From below one Cylon Centurion scanned the naval fleet reaching closer. "A fleet of warships heading in our direction," said the centurion. "Inform the base commanders," said the gold centurion commander, "to prepare for attack." "By your command. All centurions to battle stations." Every Baseship was on high alert with every base commander giving out the same order. Weapons were being charged and the engines were started up. The engines were started up and roared like wild beasts. The Cylons on deck awaited for final orders as the engines were now fully charged and the Baseships trembled signaling them they were ready to rise to the surface. Each base commander gave the word and the pedestals rose up taking the Baseships straight towards the surface. From above, Captain Walker spotted the ocean stirring and rising as each massive Baseship rose to the surface dripping wet and creating waves. For a race of killer machines he admired their work and technology and the capacity to build weapons of mass destruction. The Baseships he gazed at certainly fit the bill of mass destruction. "Battle stations!," he ordered. Every ship in the fleet were on high alert. The pulsar cannons they carried were fully charged, locked and loaded. Walker's crew was comprised of young and old men. Some half his age and some much older. There were a few colonials onboard that provided the technology for the fleet. Walker was happy to have them aboard. Each Baseship opened fire upon the fleet. Walker's fleet responded. Both sides were covered in smoke and flames. Bodies from the human side were flying through the air from the blasts while others were set on fire jumping into the ocean to douse the flames. While the fighting began the navy SEALS wasted no time doing their part. They got on their submersibles riding deep within the ocean floor with the surface lit up by laser fire. They had a long ride ahead of them. They all trained hard for this mission and the odds were certainly against them. The alarms blared from the watchtower. The Cylon army were now a few miles away from the wall. Boxey and his squad climbed towards the ledge with weapons fully charged. The watchtower with its lone laser cannon was set and ready to attack. "Lets go!," he yelled, encouraging them to climb and get into position. "Get those asses moving! Go! Go! Go!" Boxey and his squad got down on one knee, pointing their weapons at the incoming army of silver and gold plated soldiers. Hundreds came marching ahead with laser rifles in hands and a squad of tanks taking up the rear. The grounds shook from the incoming tanks. Boxey wasn't the least bit concerned. He wanted to fight with one thing on his mind. "Hold your fire 'till I give the word," he said. All his troops, men and women obeyed his orders without question. Some were nervous, others were anxious. Boxey was a little of both with everything under control. Revenge was the subject that burned in his mind. For a long time he had never forgiven nor forgotten the Cylons takig his mother from him. The beautiful Serena. He began having flashbacks of that day when Serena was struck down by Cylons on planet Kobol and her life slowly slipping away. He remembered that painful moment when she was saying goodbye with tears in his eyes. "You're going away, aren't you?," a young Boxey said. "Yes Boxey," said Serena, "I am." The Cylon army drew closer and the flashbacks grew more painful. "Now is that any way for a junior warrior to act?," said Serena, wiping away his tears. Boxey had a tighter grip on his weapon and his finger itching to pull the trigger. He was ready to raise hell even if it killed him. "I don't want her to go," his young self said, "I don't want her to go!" "I know," said a young Apollo. "But it's her body that's gone, Boxey, not her spirit. Or her love for us. We'll have that always...forever." "I-I guess I won't make a fine warrior." "You'll make a fine warrior." Boxey was ready to live up to what Apollo had told him all those years ago. It was a fight he couldn't afford to lose, and he planned on seeing it through to the end. "Wait for it," he reminded his troops. Three more times he would yell those same words until the timing was right. "All centurions," said the one Cylon leading the charge, "prepare to attack." Step by marching step they drew closer towards the wall. Once they were in range it was time for Boxey's moment to shine. "Fire!," he ordered. He and his troops fired taking down many centurions in their sights. Six to seven centurions burst into sparks and smoke. The lone watchtower struck down many Cylons once in range. The centurions fired back striking down a few of Boxey's troops, sending them falling over the wall. The exchange of fire power got intense once the Cylon tanks moved into position and aimed their targets. "Fire," said the lead centurion. All silver plated tanks fired their cannons, punching gaping holes upon the fall. Smoke and debris scattered the field. Three more of Boxey's squad went down with one literally blown to bits by cannon fire. "Bazooka squad!," yelled Boxey. The second squad, led by Captain Perez, Sunstroke, had their bazookas loaded and fired upon the tanks. Three shots put one tank out of commission. Others were crippled and kept on coming. Other shots were missed hitting the Cylon army instead. The tanks responded punching more holes into the wall and sending troops flying to their deaths. "Reload!," yelled Perez. Once reloaded the bazookas were fired damaging two more tanks. The remaining tanks continued the onslaught blanketing the field in smoke. The debris of Cylon centurions on the ground were slowly being crushed by the incoming tanks. Some Cylons were half functioning trying to crawl their way but went no further once the tanks flattened them one piece at a time. Bazooka squad continued with their attack upon the tanks. Boxey and his squad fired upon the Cylons that were near the wall. Each one spilling out smoke and sparks from every laser bolt. "Protect the wall!," Boxey yelled. "Don't let them through! Kill every one of them!" Destroying them was all he wanted. He struck down four more centurions and another three for good measure. The laser shots from below had missed him by inches more than once. Luck was on his side but he wondered for how long. Starbuck and his squad joined up with the air force led by a familiar face. The young pilot he befriended during the Cylon invasion. "Hey Starbuck," he said. "Milestone," said Starbuck, looking surprised to see him after so long ago. "I don't believe it." "Believe it. It's been awhile." "It sure has. I heard about your last mission. I thought you and your entire squad were wiped out." "They were, but a few of us were lucky. We lost a lot a good fighters including Captain Jackson." "Sorry to hear that." "He was a good man." Starbuck looked at the writing on the pilot's jet that read Captain "Milestone" Franks. He almost wished he did the same to his Viper just to show it off. "Well...Captain," said Starbuck, "lets finish this and afterwards we'll some ice cold ambrosa on me." "I like that. Let's do this." Cylon cannonfire from below ended the conversation in a hurry. Both squads quickly split steering away from the incoming fire. During the bombardment one jet and one viper were struck down. Both Starbuck and Milestone did their best flying avoiding every shot that came their way. They succeeded every step of the way but each lost two more fighters with the fiery debris raining down on their cockpit windows. Once they pulled through they were now hundreds of miles away from the Cylon capital. On the East Coast, Captain Walker's fleet were being hammered by the continuous incoming fire from the Baseships. Three ships were destroyed and slowly sinking while two more were heavily damaged and reporting massive causalities. The fleet continued with the battle giving time for the SEALS who were within reach of the pedestals. Walker's ship was struck hard sending three men flying to their deaths. Metallic debris came down causing a cut on his right cheek and half his uniform covered in soot. He wasn't about to let that bother him especially with everything on the line. He felt positive his fleet will succeed. In space two more Basestars were successfully destroyed while three more Battlestars exploded. The Vipers continued punching through the Cylon forces with Boomer and Sheba leading the way. Soon one fighter was on Boomer's tail and Sheba came in and destroyed her target. "Thanks a million," said Boomer. "No problem. There's so many of them you could reach out and touch them." "I hear that. But we're used to that." Sheba couldn't help but smile after that comment. Throughout the dogfight they each destroyed two more Cylon fighters. Then another two were struck down using their newly designed missiles. Their cockpit windows received some cracks and scrapes from debris coming from two Vipers that were destroyed right in front of them. The Battlestar Melbourne would be the next blasted out of the stars followed by two more suffering heavy damages. The rest of the fleet still had shields including the Adama and Pegasus. Apollo and Athena looked on at the holographic images of the remaining ships. One image of a Battlestar faded from view indicating it was destroyed. "We lost another one," said Rigel, "and the Korea is losing shields." "What about the rest?" Apollo asked. "Still in the fight with a few more about to lose their shields." "How's Cain doing?" "So far so good, sir. He'll probably keep fighting even without shields." "Story of his life." General Jones and the Lincoln took down one Basestar earlier on. The Battlestar hung in suffering only minor damage and no reported causalities. "Focus on the next ship," ordered Jones, "their shields are ready to drop. Prepare to fire missiles on my mark." "Yes, sir" said the young helmsman. Once the shields were gone the Basestar was an easy target for the Lincoln to destroy. Once the target was locked Jones yelled, "fire!" Missiles were launched and the Basestar was one big fireball brightening the dark reaches of space. On the Pegasus, Cain watched and admired Jones' actions and fighting spirit. On screen another Basestar lost its shields and suffered damaged on her portside giving Cain the chance to finish it off. "All right, Tolen," he said, "Let's finish her off." "Locked on target." "Fire." Two missiles launched and obliterated the Baseship. The Pegasus shook from the shockwave with large amounts of debris bouncing off her shields. Chapter 7 At the Cylon capital Lucifer entered Baltar's office, catching him watching holographic images of the space battle. He had a bright smile on his face seeing one Battlestar after another being decimated by the fire power of the Baseships, anxiously hoping to see the Pegasus suffer the same fate as the Galactica. "Speak," said Baltar. "A squadron of vipers and fighter jets are coming our way." "Coming our way? That's absurd even for them. And to think I was once their kind. Very well...they want to challenge the greatest conqueror in all the universe so be it. Alert our Baseship to launch all fighters at once. Wipe them out. Every last one of them." "By your command." Starbuck, Milestone, and their squads had reached the capital with the Baseship straight ahead. For Milestone it was the first time he would get close to one, amazed at the size and structure this killing machine was made of. For Starbuck it brought back many memories dating back to the battle of Gamorray. "All right," said Starbuck, "this is it. Nobody plays hero out here. We stick together, use our heads, and tell stories to our future grandkids. What do you say Milestone?" "I'm with you all the way." They were now greeted by incoming Cylon fighters. The battle grew intense almost immediately as both squads split up and began a tear through the opposing side. A cloudy and gloomy day was lit up in flames and laser fire. The fighter jets tore many Cylon Raiders with their thousand round arsenal. Most of the fiery debris started raining down on Milestone, receiving cracks and scrapes on his cockpit window. "Oh, Frak," said Milestone. Starbuck could only smile at that response and back to taking down two Cylon fighters. The piles of debris rained down towards the Cylon capital, creating destruction along the way. Some connected on Baltar's statue at the once Lincoln Memorial. Baltar was greeted with debris coming down on the terrace, forcing him to jump out of his chair with a look of concern. The terrace collapsed towards the grass below leaving a white cloud of smoke that blew into his office. Baltar forgot that smoke and fire couldn't harm him in any way due to his robotic shell. "Fools!" he shouted, "What are they doing up there?" The fight continued to grow hot and heavy and Baltar's worries continued to dwell on him. It was one battle he couldn't afford to lose. At sea two more ships from the naval fleet began to sink. The SEALS had finally reached their targets and quickly planted the explosives on each pedestal. The timers were set at ten minutes. More than enough time for the divers to clear to safety. Two Baseships were up in flames while Kowalski's ship was taking a beating. The SEALS were within twenty kilometers before the blast took shape with seven minutes remaining. Once Kowalski got the word that the SEALS had done their job he alerted the crew and the rest of the fleet to fall back. Once the word got out every ship in the fleet had turned around with many in flames and covered in clouds of black smoke. The Cylons onboard the lead Baseship noticed the fleet retreating on screen leaving them to believe that victory was in their grasp. "The humans are retreating," said the centurion. "Stand by to fire all mega lasers," said the commander. "Destroy all ships." "By your command." The newly advanced mega lasers were supposedly more powerful than the Ravashol laser used during the failed attempt at destroying the Galactica so long ago. Giant steel doors opened up and each laser was brought out into the opening locking down every intended target. The massive muzzles began to glow in bright red colors after each weapon were charged and ready to do the damage on the fleet. Below the surface the SEALS were forty kilometers away with four minutes left. "Fire," ordered the Cylon commander. All mega lasers were fired. Two ships were struck and were obliterated each by one shot. There was nothing left of either ship or the crews. Kowalski was nearly deaf from the horrific blasts. "My God," he said. The onslaught continued destroying two more ships. Kowalski was aware of his ship being next to be struck down even though the lasers had barely touched him. He waited and wondered how much longer the explosives below were going to go off. One minute remained and the divers were far enough away catching up with the rest of the fleet, The Cylons were set to inflict the final blow. The Cylon commander was set to give the word. The mega laser was locked on target. Kowalski's ship was now the target. "Fire," said the Cylon commander. Before the lasers were fired the explosives down below had finally went off. Each Baseship went down like chopped trees creating waves on the surface. The Cylons onboard exploded in sparks once the water came crashing through and sweeping them away. Slowly each Baseship began their slow drift underwater. Kowalski and his crew exploded in cheers as well as the rest of the fleet ecstatic over the success of the SEALS mission. Kowalski let out a sigh of relief and made it clear that he had enough of combat to last a lifetime. He can only hope that the others still in combat had fared better. Starbuck and Milestone continued leading the charge upon the Basestar, dodging every laser shot fired in their direction. Both men each took down three Cylon Raiders with fiery debris continuously raining down upon the city below. "We got 'em on the run," said Milestone, seeing the Cylons returning to the Baseship. "I don't like this," said Starbuck, "I've got a bad feeling." "If they're refueling we better stop that from happening." "Right, but keep in mind that big piece of scrap iron is full of surprises." "Copy that." The surprises came their way as the Basestar came alive like a sleeping giant, targeting every Viper and jet, and blowing them into fiery bits with some flying and hitting the cockpit windows of those closest to the blasts. "Holy shit," said Starbuck. "Got that right," said Milestone, "now's the time to hit back. You with me so far, Starbuck?" "Yeah. Lets take her down. I hope." Both men alerted their squads to target their missiles. Streaks of black smoke came soaring once they were launched nearing the monstrous target. The Basestar would not go down so easily. The laser bolts lit up and destroyed many of the incoming missiles leaving the job for both squadrons more difficult. "All ships" said Starbuck, "be aware she have missiles too. Aim for the launchers and take them all down fast. And you better make it count." Starbuck remembered clearly the last time he got close to a Basestar and creating some damage. Along with Apollo they gave Commander Cain and the Pegasus the advantage disabling the missile launchers from the two Baseships before both of them were destroyed. "This brings back memories," said Starbuck. "Say again?" said Milestone. "I'll explain later." Laser bolts and armor piercing bullets destroyed all launchers creating minimal damage to the Basestar. The laser firing continued striking down the first jet it aimed along with two Vipers. The battle grew fierce leaving some of the young pilots worried with thoughts of making a run for it. "Dammit," said Milestone, seeing another jet getting struck down. "Sons of bitches." "Take it easy soldier," said Starbuck, "we're not going anywhere yet. We're going to-" Starbuck was interrupted by one laser shot striking down Milestone's jet. He could only sit there and watch it go down blanketed in flames, leaving a streak of black smoke that soared straight down until it became a huge fireball. The flames reflected on Starbuck's cockpit window now half covered in soot. "Milestone. Frak," he said, feeling sorry and frustrated to see him die in battle. He now needed to focus on his mission at hand if he were to succeed and return home to Athena. Starbuck turned on his thrusters moving forward towards the Basestar. The rest of his squad saw him with no idea on what he was planning to do. "Sir?" asked one Viper pilot. "Tank, I'm going to draw their fire. The rest of you launch every missile you have left. You hit it hard or nobody's going home. Is that clear?" "Yes, sir." Starbuck drew closer doing exactly what he intended to do. He drew as much fire as he could and fired upon the laser cannons, disabling three in the process. Starbuck steered a hard left and the missiles came crashing onto the Basestar. The explosions grew and clouds of black smoke blanketed the ten ton killer in the sky. Slowly it was going down, covered in bright orange flames, and heading towards the White House. Starbuck and company all cheered in excitement as they did the impossible. "This was for you, Milestone," said Starbuck. Inside the White House, Baltar got the warning on the Basestar coming his way. He wasted no time exiting his office, pushing aside any centurion standing in his way. Fear was growing inside of him as though he were human once again. "Out of my way!" he shouted, "Lucifer! Lucifer where are you?" He rushed down the stairs as he was greeted by the ceiling caving down on him, caused by the fiery debris from the flaming scrap pile that was once a powerful weapon. Baltar was on the floor pinned down by the amount of debris that came down. His legs were smashed and had a gash on his forehead. Instead of bone was a shining metal plate gleaming and no trace of blood spilling. Lucifer appeared before him looking down upon him and not moving an inch. Baltar extended his hand with two of his metallic fingers dangling on wires. "Lucifer," he said, "please, help me. Help me. Please." He stood there looking at him not saying a single word or attempting to help him out. Baltar grew from fear to hate and anger. He wanted to curse him out. He demanded to know why he was not helping him. "I gave you a direct order, General!" he yelled, "Help me. You help me right this instant! Stop ignoring me! I know you can hear me! Speak! Speak now!" "The Imperious Leader will not be pleased," he finally said. The Basestar finally came crashing down upon the White House burying both Baltar and Lucifer. The once proud home of presidents of past centuries and now was a pile of rubble and dust and metal. The wall was slowly coming apart and the Cylons were inches away from entering. As much as Boxey wanted to stay and continue his quest for revenge he kept in mind of his responsibilities. More of his troops fell to the ground wounded or dead. Dr. Salik and his crew rushed to gather those who were wounded and leading them to sick bay. Finally, Boxey decided to give the order to fall back. Everyone climbed down from the wall while being greeted by the Cylon tanks blasting and tearing the wall apart. Another blast and the wall came tumbling down leaving a clear entrance way for the Cylons to walk through. Boxey and his troops stood their ground taking down as many Cylons that came their way. Two of his soldiers were hit but continued fighting. One man was killed. More and more Cylons came through the wall in greater numbers making it difficult on the battlefield. Boxey's rifle was running low on power. Quickly tossing it aside he went for his laser pistol and took down many Cylons as he could. Not enough as they kept on coming. Behind him he heard his men shouting at him to get back while they did their best in covering him. While distracted his hand was struck forcing him to drop his weapon. With the pain rising up his arm he shook it up and ignored the rising sensation. He ran towards the nearest Cylon on the ground with its head half blown up, grabbing the long silver sword they carried with them at all times. Boxey charged with his hands tight on the sword and plunged it in the chest of the nearest Cylon. Sparks came spewing out and the silver plated machine went down hard. The next one Boxey struck its neck causing little damage. He then struck the machine's left leg and forced it down. On top of it he plunged the sword deep through the chest plate. Another blast hit his right leg but used the sword to break his fall. The young warrior was unwilling to quit or runaway from a fight despite the odds were against him. He stood his ground set to take down the next Cylon and the next after that. He used the sword for a cane and raised it up ready to give the machines some hell. "You want me?" he said, "come on, you bastards! Come on! I'm not going anywhere! You want my head? You come get it!" Boxey didn't care how many he would take down as long as none put their hands on Reese. If she saw what he was doing she would kill him where he stood. Better her than them, Boxey thought. A massive blast came from outside the wall. One of the Cylon tanks was blown apart from a blast that came from underground. The next tank was destroyed and the fiery debris came flying over the wall. "Incoming!" Boxey yelled, as he and his troops went for cover. Boxey went down hard unable to run for cover. One piece of the destroyed tank came close to flattening his head. The sound of laser fire was heard. Boxey took a peak at the action but his view was blocked by the smoke and dust. All he managed to see was laser fire chopping down the remaining Cylon centurions. After the onslaught ended a team of soldiers came through the wall with the leader telling them to secure the area. Slowly, he walked through the smoke and dust that blanketed his view and removed his helmet. When Boxey got a view of his face he realized he looked familiar. Someone he thought was already dead. "Are you all right, captain?" he asked, "sorry for being late." "Wait," said Boxey, "I know you." "General Croft, underground division." Of course, Boxey thought. Croft. Once a colonial warrior who fell into disgrace until he redeemed himself after helping Apollo and his crew destroy the super laser weapon the Cylons threatened to use to wipe out the Galactica on that icy planet. Boxey remembered he and Muffit tagging along despite the fact he was told to stay behind. Croft had also lost his wife on that daring mission leaving him and the young captain with something in common. The underground division was exactly that. Using advanced machinery that dugged through the dirt. They rode like tanks but the massive drills penetrated through the dirt in just a few days. The bazookas used were powerful enough to punch holes in the dirt and hitting the intended targets above. "Your father thought you could use a hand," said Croft, helping him up and leading him to the nearest stretcher. "Your timing couldn't be better, sir. I owe you one." "I owed your father for giving me back my life." Chapter 8 Both the Battlestar Toronto and Moscow were destroyed along with two more Basestars turning into giant fireballs, The rest of Apollo's fleet remaind in the fight but starting to run low on shields and weapons. Commander Cain and General Jones, the two old warhorses that they were fought hard and showing no signs of giving up. Nearby, the Roosevelt and Washington were severely damaged, forcing the crew of each ship to abandon it before being caught into the big blast. The Viper squad from both ships were no more. Boomer's squad fought on levelling any target that came within inches. Sheba's squad were doing their best backing up the Pegasus before its loss of shields. "This one's for Jolly," said Boomer, taking down one Cylon fighter. "This is for Bojay," said Sheba, taking down one fighter herself. The Battlestar Adama fired two missiles at the nearest Basestar and destroyed it. During the excitement Rigel reminded Apollo that the shields were dropping fast. "Shields are down to thirty percent," she said. "How many missiles we have left?" Apollo asked. "Six, sir." "Not going to make it are we, Commander?" Athena asked with a look of concern. "We are going to make it," said Apollo, looking at Athena face to face, "We have to." The Battlestar Jefferson was the next to be destroyed while the Lincoln lost all shields and suffering more casualties. On the bridge General Jones gave the word to abandon ship and the crew wasted no time in getting to the shuttles. "Sir," said his second in command, "We have to go." "Get going, soldier," said Jones. "get your people to safety." "Sir, I'm not leaving without you." "You don't have a choice. Get your ass on that shuttle immediately. That's an order, soldier." The young officer did what he was told but not before giving Jones one final salute. Jones saluted right back and was left alone on the bridge blanketed in smoke. One more Basestar was destroyed while two others were severely damaged. The one remaining Basestar was heading for Earth and the countdown had begun. All Battlestars including the Pegasus, Adama, and Lincoln were done. Neither had enough fire power to bring down the Basestar. "They're about to enter Earth's atmosphere," said Rigel. "What do we do, Commander?" "Follow it. We have to do what we can to stop it." "Apollo," said Athena. "We don't have a choice. We have to stop them by any means necessary. We all knew it would come down to this. Right, Colonel?" Athena was reluctant to agree with him but finally nodded her head in support of his decision. Before the next move was made Rigel picked up a transmission coming from the Lincoln. "Sir," said Rigel. "It's General Jones online. His crew has abandoned ship but he's still on the bridge." "On speakers," said Apollo. Jones' voice gave light to the entire bridge getting everyone's attention while explaining his next plan of attack. "I've alerted my crew to abandon their posts and I'm staying onboard. I'm attempting to bring down that Basestar any way I can. My decision is final and I'm the only one standing in its way." "General', said Apollo, "This is Commander Apollo. I suggest you abandon your ship immediately and don't give any excuse on going down with the ship. Don't do anything stupid." "Is that an order?" "I'm still in command of the fleet. And yes it is an order." "The way I see it you don't have much of a fleet to lead. So forgive me when I say to hell with your orders." "Hades hole, General," said Cain, jumping into the conversation. "No need to be stubborn and foolish. I'll help you." "Sorry, Cain." General Jones looked at the status of the Pegasus through the holo images on deck. It told him everything he needed to know from top to bottom. "You're not in any shape," said Jones, "to lend a hand, Your shields are gone, your laser turrets are up in smoke, and your missiles are used up. There's nothing more you can do, Commander. I've got to do this. I've got nothing left to lose. Besides, where I'm going won't be so bad. My family is waiting for me and I missed them very much. You can understand that, Commander." His brave words struck a nerve on Cain, giving Jones even more respect than ever. All he could do was support his decision and wish him well while watching the Lincoln covered in smoke and flames attempting to ram the Basestar. "General," said Cain, "you're the best damn warrior I've ever known. I wish you well." "Thank you, Cain. Coming from you it means a lot It was a pleasure to fight alongside you." "And to you, General." After that transmissions were cut off and the fleet was left to see the final moments of the Battlestar Lincoln reaching closer towards the Baseship. On the bridge, Jones pulled out a photograph of the family he lost during the Cylon invasion. He looked deep into the photo and planted a kiss on his wife's face. He missed her so much and had dreams about seeing her again one day. Now the dream was about to become a reality. "I'm coming home, baby," he said. "I'm coming home." He held the photo tight and closed his eyes. The Basestar fired its lasers but the Lincoln kept coming until finally the head on collision sent the Cylons onboard flying like ragdolls. The Lincoln literally cut the Basestar in half. Metallic debris from both ships scattered and entered Earth's atmosphere in flames. The two ships burst into flames and then exploding taking those onboard with them. General Jones and the Battlestar Lincoln were no more and the rest of the fleet cheered for his bravery and sacrifice. "A damn fine warrior," Cain muttered. A few hours later the war was declared officially over. The entire planet celebrated and cheered for days at a time. Every city in every country cheered for the long awaited victory that had been denied for years. People started taking down Cylon statues and smashing them into dust. Others used the heads of centurions for soccer balls and for batting practice. In Times Square the crowd filled up the streets with heart wrenching cheers and weapons firing in the air. Above them jet fighters came soaring through the clouds with the pilots looking on seeing the crowd waving at them. At the bunker Boxey and his soldiers were tended of their wounds and were congratulated of their success. Dr. Salik was in Boxey's room tending to his young patient before giving Reese the word to see him. The young lady stood by the door with her mother and a look of concern despite Boxey surviving the battle and suffering a few wounds. Boxey kept his word he would return to her and did just that. Salik finally gave the word to Reese and left the room with the former first lady. Reese walked in petting Muffit and rushing over to Boxey's side kissing his lips and his wounded hand. "Are you all right?" she asked. "Never better," said Boxey, "I told you I'd come back. I always keep my word." "You sure did, spaceboy." Out of nowhere Reese smacked him across the face. It was a hard slap that rattled his teeth and enough to create a red print on his cheek. "Ow," he said, "what was that for?" "A sword?" said Reese, "A sword, Boxey? Really? You went swordfighting with the Cylons?" "They had it coming. Besides, I knew what I was doing." "Sure you did. All about revenge, right? And did you accomplish your goal?" "Uh, yeah, pretty much. Don't worry. Now that the war is over I'm all yours." "Good, I'm glad. Because I want all three of us to stick together as a family." "You, me , and your mom?" "No." "Muffit?" "No, spaceboy..." Reese took his hand and placed it on her belly giving him a hint on what she meant. Once he figured it out he had some trouble putting all the words together. "You're serious?" he asked, "I'm gonna be a daddy?" "That's right, daddy." "My God. I can't believe it. When did you find out?" "When you were out there. The doc gave me the news." Boxey left his hand on her belly not wanting to remove it. Knowing it would be months before the fetus grows fully he wanted to feel something, anything to make it a happier moment. He wondered what Apollo's reaction would be once he told him he was going to be a grandfather. Commander Apollo would soon receive the good news as he and what was left of his fleet were set to return to Earth. Seven Battlestars including the Adama and Pegasus had survived the intense battle where many brave warriors had lost their lives. They wouldn't be forgotten and Apollo would make sure of it. The following day, despite his staff warning him, President Lopez arrived at the now former Cylon capital. The army and secret service were by his side as they all stepped down from the chopper and set foot on the ground. The entire capital was in ruins. The area was covered with metallic debris from the vipers and jets that were struck down during the battle. Remains of Cylon centurions laid on the ground spewing sparks and smoke. At the former Lincoln Memorial Baltar's mammoth statue was planted with explosives, destroying his perfect likeness and soon the rest of him. What Lopez wanted was for Baltar to be put in chains for crimes against humanity. When he saw how the White House looked with the remains of the Basestar on top he quickly approached it against the wishes of his staff. He also wanted to see if Baltar was still buried under all that debris or if he survived at all. After all he was a machine not a man. The debris started to move and one metallic hand burst through far enough away from Lopez. Coming out was Baltar himself. He was crawling his way out with both legs missing, his clothes in tatters, and most of his metallic shell without any flesh covering. Lopez still wanted him in chains but seeing how he looked he wasn't worth anyones time. "Sergeant," said Lopez, "your fire arm." "Yes, sir," the soldier said, handing over his weapon as ordered. Lopez approached Baltar getting him to look him in the eye for the last time. When Baltar saw who it was he smiled and looked ready to laugh even in defeat. Lopez aimed directly at Baltar's head and about the pulled the trigger before saying one last thing to him. "I have a message," he said, "from a friend of mine. President Sheridan. He told me when I find you I'm to personally send you straight to hell." "I'm already there," Baltar laughed, as it became his final words on Earth. Lopez fired again and again until the gun was completely empty. Three days later the victory parade had begun in downtown New York. Everyone came by the thousands to greet their heroes both earthling and colonial alike. Even those around the world wanted to see them up close and to thank them for their support during the great war. The floats that occupied the streets came in all shapes and sizes and different colors. One resembled a battleship like the ones that opened up the eastern seaboard. Others were fighter jets and colonial vipers with Boxey riding one and waving at the crowd. A few of his troopers rode with him holding their weapons up high practically roaring at the crowd, letting them know they were unstoppable. The lead float resembled the Battlestar Adama in exact detail. Apollo and Starbuck rode up front while Boomer, Sheba, and Athena took the rear. Boomer carried a laser rifle with a Cylon head on top. At the crowd he pointed at the head and gave it a thumbs down which they responded with cheers. "Too bad your father didn't come," said Boomer, "he would have loved this." "No," said Sheba, "he only celebrates with a drink. He's very old fashioned." "Too bad. I know Jolly would have loved this." "So would Bojay. He loved to get attention." Sheba couldn't help thinking about the young warrior who was like a brother to her. She would always remember his smile and fighting spirit. She started to become emotional just thinking of the good old days they had together. Starbuck enjoyed the attention from the crowd. It was his first ticker tape parade. He couldn't believe the amount of people that showed up for this get together. "I gotta admit," he said, "Earth really knows how to throw a party. It's a shame we never had this back home." "Yeah," said Apollo, "I think back then we didn't know the meaning of the word. We were so busy fighting the Cylons we didn't have the time." "We have time now. All the time in the world." Starbuck waved at a crowd of young ladies who wanted to know him better. Despite his age he could still attract any woman in any planet. "Hello ladies," he said, giving them a warm greeting. A slap on the back of his head quickly got his attention. He turned around and saw it was Athena who stood looking straight at him with her arms crossed. With all the excitement he had forgotten she was right behind him. "Forgot about me already?" she said. "Never, my dear," said Starbuck, feeling embarrassed. "I could never forget your beauty and...clothes...and...have I told you you look good with an eyepatch?" "Starbuck. Shut up." "Yes dear." Starbuck looked at Apollo shaking his head back and forth letting him know what a bad move he made. "What?" said Starbuck, "I said I was sorry." "You call that an apology? You have no idea what it's like to be a husband." "I try my best." "Not enough I'm afraid." "What do I do?" "Hope. Hope she doesn't kill you in your sleep." "Thanks Apollo. That really helps alot." "Glad I could help old friend." ***** Days later the big heroes banquet was hosted by President Lopez who personally awarded metals to all the soldiers and warriors who survived the long and agonizing war. Everyone attended including Apollo, Starbuck, Boomer, Sheba, Athena, Tolen, Cain, and Boxey along with his wife Reese. President Sheridan's widow attended along with Captain Kowalski with members of his crew and navy SEALS. "Today," said Lopez, speaking on the podium, "we celebrate our new found peace and freedom. We finally won a war that nearly destroyed us all. Thanks to the heroics of the United Resistance Front we fought an enemy that was impossible to defeat. We thank those who kept our spirits up and not knowing the meaning of surrender. We lost far too many in this war. Friends, comrades, neighbors, allies, and loved ones. Their spirits will forever live in our hearts. Now without further a due, one of our leaders of the resistance front. A man who led his crew to victory and saved our world from destruction. Commander Apollo." Apollo rose and approached the podium to a warm ovation. He shook hands with Lopez and faced the crowd but was seeing spots before his eyes from the numerous flashbulbs that popped left and right. Once the crowd simmered down it was time for his big speech which he worked on for days. He was nervous at first and feeling a bit uncomfortable wearing a suit and tie for the first time. "Thank you, Mr. President," he said, "and to you all. Years ago our home worlds and loved ones were taken from us by an enemy with no remorse or pity. With all hope lost my father had a dream of living in a new and better world. When we found that world we had to earn the right to live on it. We had to earn the trust of our Earth neighbors. When we came here most of you didn't trust us. Some of you felt that we brought this war upon you and we were the real threat. But in time we worked together and fought together to preserve our right to live in peace on this very planet. For a long time we fought and died fighting the Cylon Empire. We lost too many warriors and soldiers and we will not forget the sacrifices they made that got us here. We won't forget them, not now or ever. "Now, we must raise our glasses and remember the names of our fallen heroes. To the American soldiers, Jackson, James, Harris, Stone, Ramirez, Lupo, Franks...General Jones." Once the name Franks came up Starbuck thought of the memorial service he attended for the fallen pilot and personally handing the American flag to his widow and children. It was a very emotional day for Starbuck even if he knew the pilot known as Milestone for a brief time. The list of names continued on until finally it came time to bring up the names of his fellow colonial warriors. Each name was tough to bring up. "And to our colonial warriors," he began, "Valor, Talon, Marsh, Spark, Jolly, Greenbean, Bojay, Cassiopeia, Omega, Colonel Tigh...Commander Adama. May you live on in our hearts. Hooah!" "Hooah!" yelled everyone. Apollo was relieved that it was over and realizing his days as a warrior were finally at an end. Retirement was something he was looking forward to along with spending time with Boxey once again and with his soon to be grandchild. He felt old just thinking about that particular fact. He never thought he lived this long to be a grandfather. In the end he was looking forward to it. Epilogue Ten years had gone by since the final battle with the Cylons. Former Commander Apollo grew older by each passing moment with his hair now snowy white looking more like his father. A full moon bloomed on this cool night with him telling stories to his grandson about his days as a warrior. His name was Zak after Apollo's younger brother who was killed so many years ago after the failed peace talks with the Cylons. Boxey and Reese left Zak for Apollo and Sheba to watch while they went on vacation. Sheba watched through the kitchen window of their small home, noticing how close grandfather and grandson have become. Apollo was done retelling his adventures and was set to take the boy to bed. Zak, however, was not yet ready. "Grandpa, wait," he said, "what about Cain?" "Cain?" said Apollo. "You forgot to tell me what happened to him." "Oh, yes, I forgot. I'm sorry, Zak. I'll tell you another time." "Please, grandpa. Tell me." Apollo couldn't resist the boy's feelings. Seeing the look in his sparkling eyes reminded him of his own youth when Adama used to tell him stories about Cain's exploits. He admired everything about the living legend and idolized him throughout his childhood. He wondered if Zak would feel the same way. "All right," said Apollo, "but after this you're going straight to bed." "I promise, grandpa." The story Apollo told him took place on the Cylon planet. A planet that was once inhabited by reptile beings before being wiped out by their own creations. For some time more and more Cylon centurions were being built by the dozens to the thousands. Bigger and more powerful tanks were built. A new fleet of Baseships were put together by the Cylon workers that were not programmed for combat. The new breed of Baseships were bigger and more menacing than before. After the news of Baltar's failure the Imperious Leader wasted no time in ordering his troops to be ready for another invasion of Earth. Only this time there would be no prisoners and no mercy. The Imperious Leader sat quietly in his revolving chair of his private quarters. Waiting patiently for word on the construction of his new and powerful armada. Soon he would receive word as Spectre entered with two centurions. "By your command," he said, as the chair moved facing front and the leader looking down on him from the tall pedestal. "Speak." "Our workers have finished building your new army. The tanks are ready for battle and the Baseships will be ready in three days." "Excellent. Excellent. This time the earthlings have no chance. Death will be upon them and I will personally see to it." "I still disagree over the fact of you leading us into battle. We cannot afford to lose you the way we lost Baltar." "Baltar? A word of warning, Spectre. Never mention his name in my presence again. I've given that man plenty of chances to redeem himself and he failed miserably. This time I will conquer the humans myself like I should have done long ago." Without warning streaks of red light came soaring from the skies destroying the unfinished Baseships. Centurions were struck down and becoming piles of flaming debris. Cylon tanks were torn to pieces and exploding taking the nearby workers with them. "What pray tell was that?" said the Imperious Leader. A single centurion entered giving him the news he never anticipated. "We are under attack," the Cylon said. "Under attack?" asked the leader, "by whom? Speak centurion." "A fleet of ships." "What ships? Who in their right mind would dare attack us?" The fleet of ships were Battlestars. The one who dared to attack was Commander Cain leading the charge on his aged old ship the Pegasus. Each Battlestar brought down a barrage of laser fire upon the Cylon city. Cain looked on seeing the destruction he was causing and felt he could take them on all by himself. The laser fire struck down cannons and missile launchers giving the Cylons no chance in retaliating. "Good," said Cain, "we have them right where we want them. All right, Tolen, lets finish these gol-monging Cylons before I officially retire. Stand by all missiles for point blank launch." "Yes, sir," said Tolen, who had stood by Cain through thick and thin. Every Battlestar circled the entire planet aiming their missiles, pinpointing the exact spots where they would cause damage to the surface. Each ship was loaded with nuclear missiles with enough power to destroy whole planets. All commands waited for Cain's order. Waiting anxiously to push that one button in particular. "In positions," said Tolen, "aimed and ready, sir." Cain let out one deep breath before giving that final word. One clenched fist and the one word that came out of his mouth. "Fire." All missiles were launched. Each of them came like shooting stars and struck the surface of the planet creating a chain reaction. The grounds shook and split apart. The tanks were falling through the cracks and exploding. Many of the newly built Cylons were falling into the lava flows that came spewing out. Inside the palace the ceiling came raining down crushing Spectre and the three centurions. Each metallic shell burst into sparks. "It's impossible," said the Imperious Leader, seeing the destruction unfolding before him. The planet started coming apart and it was time for the Battlestars to move out before being caught by the blast. Little by little the planet blew apart and becoming a shade of red. Once the Battlestars were clear enough away the rest of the planet blew up taking along all Cylon inhabitants. The planet was now nothing more than a pile of dust and debris. The Cylon Empire were no more at last. To be continued... godzilla6911@aol.com1