Battlestar Galactica: Operation: United Earth
Started: April 15, 2009
Updated: August 6, 2009
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."




To Be Concluded



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