Voices of the Colonies

[Kmpr´rak]

The first impression on my new project.

More soon!

[deif]

good work, my friend! the pics are very impressive. did you used screencaps?

[Robert]

Great work Kmpr'rak. MY first impression of this project is... interesting, intriguing and I want to see more.

Good to see you sharing with us again my friend.

[Kmpr´rak]

Thank you so far. The pic of Caprica with the explosions is from the show, the "bird seal" is from an internet source. I have changed it a little bit and added the leaf. This was done by myself originally for my 20 Cubit bill and was inspired by the money from the show.

[Adge]

Again seconded, very good work indeed.

[Kmpr´rak]

Thank you very much.

The second concept. I think the soft look is cool.

1) Calculated time for the book and its stories: around V12/21354, the day of the Colonial Holocaust. ATC 856:861:001/4 and later.

2) Locations: the attacked colonies, back behind two known escaping Battlestars.

3) People: survivors. People from the colonies trying to find out how their life may go on. Or if.

More soon.

[deif]

look forward to see it...

[Kmpr´rak]

The first part later today! :-D

[Kmpr´rak]

A first part of the first story!
Please tell me your opinion about, but please have mercy with one speaking English only as a foreign language!

[deif]

the same problem with me. remember some serious troubles i had because of misunterstandings. maybe we should write our stuff in german and ask some english friends to translate them properly....:-)

[Kmpr´rak]

Or we have one who controls our texts and kills the errors!

[Kmpr´rak]

The first story. I am not a professional, but I think it is okay.


A13/21354. 5 days after the fall.
Karen Stephner, Nurse.
Seaside Plains Hospital, Aquaria.


“It was like a cruel storm over us. A day we thought it will never come. And a time we hoped never would fall over our people.

After the last days I am shocked and sad, even more than tired or down! Yeah, I am a nurse in a hospital, and sure, I often had to see the wildest things - but all this was nothing. Really nothing!

When I woke up five days ago, the sun lighted up my sleeping room. A nice day, warmer than some of the last summer. And here on Aquaria, the last summers were really hot! Even warmer than on Caprica. When I think about that, it makes me smile a little. The days before were long, car accidents, hovercraft explosions, well, the normal average things always happened. And we had to put them together again, the poor devils!

I was tired, but if I had known what would happen later the day, the last day of mankind, I had tried everything to get from this frakking world. Believe me, believe everything I say. If it was a kind of an omen? Or was it destiny? A god’s handshake? Hm, the day was silent and calm, I think we only had six new entrances in the emergency room. Last month we had more than 30 every day!

My short tea time break was nearly over, I think it
was a quarter past six when I heard a sound I’ve never had heard before! Distant, but loud, a disgusting noise. Foreign. Undefined. Unknown.
Before I got a new emotion or if I could think
about - well, I don’t know, it is difficult to describe it - the light before my eyes flashed and I was thrown against a massive glass wall right behind me. Ten meters.

After a while, I cannot say anything about minutes or so, okay, after a while I woke up because someone screamed out my name! My dad was not the best, hm, he often screamed, also my name, but this screaming next to me was louder than anything I remembered.

It was my best friend, Angela, also a nurse here at Seaside Plains. My eyes were heavy, but after some more undefined seconds I could open them. Oh my dear Angela, dirty in her face, blood out of her nose, but even during this moment she had the face of an angel. Her parents were right to give her the name she had.

I stood up and tried to see what has happened. My back was full of pain, and Angela helped me while we were going to the large windows right in front of us. No glass was there anymore, while the floor was covered with shattered pieces, crunching under our feet. What we saw was the end of all, I don’t know what you’ve seen when you came here, but Angela started to cry, and I - well, there was nothing in me while we looked out there, I could not cry, or laugh or whatever. I only stood there, looked out and wondered where the borough was where our hospital was located.

Nothing was there, except a massive cloud of dust. No voices, no scream, no traffic noise!
Aquaria is a calm world, or it was, nothing of it is there anymore like we knew it. But this silence was disgusting and hopeless like nothing before. That it was the end of mankind, nobody knew at this time.

Doctor Chalman, a former colleague from Draven Hospital, came down the floor, shocked and aged in his face. His clothes were torn, and he also had some blood in his face. I can’t say if I had blood in my face, I don’t remember. Crazy, but I can’t.
Angela and I could say nothing. Doctor Chalman only took us in his arms, being happy to see us alive!

The silence out of the hospital did not stop, and against it we began to play the tape we had learned on the Medical School. We began to care for our patients, for the hurt people we found on the floor and who came to us. And believe me, now the emergency rooms were overfilled. You cannot believe how many came, although outside there was only dust and nothing like we knew it.

I think it was around nine o’clock in the evening when a small troop of soldiers came in. We had worked since we, hm, well, since we woke up after the unknown incident that crashed in our world. The soldiers then brought light into the dark.

Mister Vencher, an old man suffering under permanent heart and liver problems, also a fleet veteran having served on different Battlestars, already had talked to his bed neighbors about what he thought has happened. Okay, they had no beds anymore, but they lied on their mattresses on the floor. No one thought Mister Vencher could be right
or the rumors he spoke out were the truth.

But they were. Sergeant Sammer or Samner, I did not his name because we only heard it in the last row, this sergeant confirmed the things an old
man believed in: the Cylons were back and had
attacked the Twelve Colonies.

You remember what I have said about this day? Well, the silent time was over, and a bitter truth came to the light. We were at war, and the military was not able to protect us. That was the end, the beginning of Hades, our final day.

On this evening the Chief Med, Doctor Alkors, talked to the assembled personnel, I think only four or five of us were not there, we found them later dead, crushed under a projecting roof, about what the future could bring for us. A lot of words, really marked by his own shock, but finally Alkors tried to convince all of us to stay - stay for our patients and stay for our duty.

Well, take a look around! We were 29, only on this station. And now? After Angela was gone we’re only 12, but we must care for six time more patients than before! Ah, Angela. I think I have not told why she is not here anymore. This is another thing where I am wondering I cannot cry!

Two days ago the first MedRap was able to land on the last intact roof here. And this time there were not only new patients, there were also three doc’s from the military hospital at Glamer Bank. Angela and I were with the group transporting a young severely injured girl to our station. The only companion the young lady had was her teddy bear,
dirty looking like we all do. I can’t say when or where Catrina, that’s her name, lost this bear.

What I know sure is Angela was the first who saw the empty place next to Catrina. And you know how she is, was, excuse me, you don’t even knew here, well, Angela was like I said, an angel and absolutely right in her job. If Catrina would woke up and see her teddy wouldn’t be there, oh no, that cannot be! That must be in Angela’s mind.

The last words I said to here were that she should not forget to bring something with her for our breakfast, although it was after noon! You know there were some food automats in the small cafeteria right under the roof, and we ate that food because it was still good food. Okay, doesn’t matter. I saw her ran around the corner to the Yankard Complex - not knowing I would never see her again.

Chief Nurse Spader later told me that it was obviously because the Medical Raptor tried to fly away at its fastest speed. Perhaps believing Cylons could attack. Rumors say they landed ground troops and annihilate settlement after settlement.
Hm, Nurse Spader believes that this was the reason the roof crashed down! Over Angela. Over the frakking automats and this luffing sour donuts!
I lost my best friend two days ago, and we were not even able to salvage her body. Nothing from her, not even a part of her clothes. And also not Catrina’s teddy! We are only 12 left here, did I told you this?

Currently Catrina, this young girl, is still alive, but there is no hope for her to recover completely. It is also possible that she will not survive the following night! With teddy or not. The injuries on her head are so severe, her arms are broken multiple times, and if her legs ever will be able to carry her again is not sure. I pray to the gods for her, for us all, but since Angela’s dead, I do not believe like I did before.

My break is nearly over, excuse me. A job has to be done, if there are Cylons or not. Frak, I even don’t know what a toaster looks like today! Yes, I had it in school, but history isn’t mine! I hated it! Hm, I hope it will never come the day a Cylon will step into the ER. Okay, then it is over because these things have no mercy for us! But if this day would come, I don’t know if I would step aside and let ‘em kill my patients.

Too pathetic, hm? Well, I am not sure how it will go on. I have lost my best friend, my life like I knew it and I have lost all what I have possessed. Except my heart blood and my energy. Or is it only the work keeping me alive? Whatever it is, I hope it will not destroy me. And it will give me some time to grieve and cry for the dead.

So or so, even if we die or go down, even if these frakking chromes will kill us and stamp us into the dirty grounds, our worlds will survive. And even perhaps some lucky ones on a vessel between our worlds.

My break is over. I have to work. Time isn’t standing still.”



Perhaps not the final cut!

[Kmpr´rak]

A new concept about following stories!

[Kmpr´rak]

My newest story.


Tertiam 3rd, 15:17. 7 days after the fall.
Sarios Elemson, Homeless.
Arkreed, Picon.


“You want to tell me it was hard to come to this place, man? Please. I can only laugh about, hm. Y’know what is hard? Life on Picon’s streets, hungry, thirsty, tired, wet. And now, when the underworld spits out this drama, it is not harder for me than before!

Well, not true.

If I am really honest, this is the mask I am hiding my pure fear behind since they came from above. Hey, believe me, I know how it is and how it feels to live without a roof over me or even without a piece of bread between my teeth. Sometimes I had one only every few days!

But this is the end.

The Cylons have ripped off our, dear, I will not speak out this here, but y’know what I mean. For sure. In the Cylon War I was already here on Picon, a fine Mister Quartz with a good suit and a head full of dreams and wishes. When they came, believe me, it was not as hopeless as it seems now.

This time it is more serious.

And Picon was occupied for over 800 days when they came then. 800 days, and I can remember only four times I have seen a toaster on our streets.
What d’you wanna know? How it was last week? Y’can ask me things, man! I don’t know if anyone cares, but now that you want to know this from me ...

Fear. Danger. Heat. Terror. Anger.

It was a cold night, of course, we have winter here on Picon, nobody cares, most of the other colonies have summer, yeah, I know that. Okay, it was cold, and I was searching for a secure place to sleep. Times are cruel and cold like our winters, and we homeless are the unlucky ones. Believe me, for us here in Arkreed not easy all the time to survive! What time it was - I have no idea, it was night, the time, hm, don’t know that.

There it was.

Out of nothing, out of the dark sky with the lights shining, bombs or whatever exploded, and night became day! A loud flash in the air above me, and then - nothing. No sound, no crying, no voice, even not a call of a bird was heard. It was a silence like I never experienced before in my life, and y’can see I am not the youngest anymore!

Nothing was like before.

During the occupation, y’know, in the Cylon War, there was no silence when they came. That is the difference. Man, they learn! When the toasters came, they were loud, and their eyes - eyes, do they have eyes, I don’t know - well, you could see their red whatever in their faces, and you became afraid. Times change, also for the toasters.
Faces, eyes ... frakking toasters, what is it you have there? Good question, no answer.

The difference was in the past war you could hear them, you could try to run, try to hide, try to commit suicide, hell, I have nothing more. But this time, y’hear nothing, the only thing we heard were the singing bombs. Nothing more.

After a while, I know you want to know how long and when, but sorry, I have no answer again on this. Okay. After another while, I was back among the living, back among the survivors! Shocked, afraid. And still no sounds around. But my ears also are not the youngest anymore, hm.

Picon was down.

The few ones, me and other lucky ones around me with still a little life in us, did not know that this was the beginning - another beginning of another war. Hey, during the last week I have even met officials, and everyone who spoke to me, and there were only some, told me it would be no war, but it is! Yes, it is war. It is over for us!

Later we all, official or not, heard it was actually a war, but it was over, mankind had surrendered! They had beaten us within a few hours.

The first bombs of the first attack were the heaviest ones - they smashed the Colonial Fleet Headquarters. Poor little soldiers, so many guards and weapons, and then, boooom - dead! Life is too short, and maybe some of them never had one.

Unlucky ones, but are they not on the lucky side, now after this ongoing tragedy?

Four years ago, I will tell you, I only sat down on the other side of the street, y’know, where the
headquarters was. This street has six lanes, more than 25 meters, and this was not enough! Guards came and pleased - they PLEASED - me to stand up and to go away. What a freaky world, they pleased me! That is Picon, live and direct.

Boys, I am alive, you not!

Excuse me, it’s a sarcastic world, a bitter truth in the throat of life. I walked down the Prager Lane, direction to the Queery Square, y’know, where the Blue Line crosses the Red and Yellow Lines. Dirty, well, more than before, bloody hair from an unknown wound, y’can still see it here, okay, this was my appearance after the bombing. A look like a proud warrior, but truly, I was all but a proud warrior.

I had tears in my eyes.

Since I lived on the streets, I hated Picon. I hated its people, its government, even its cubits - but now, I was only sad that this hated Picon was not the one like before. It was not the world anymore I could hate! And that was the thing that made me sad.

Right between the burning and sometimes half-crushed buildings and among the crying wounded people, let me reflect, yeah, near the old Horace Financial Tower, corner Blake Lane, there was the second alert, and the battered tower sent out a warm light from the fires burning within. It was
hot and the air absolutely dry, but all I noticed was this alert.

And the cruel game started again.

Don’t know where you were when they started to bomb us again. Y’were even here in Arkreed? Yeah? Okay, then you know what I am talking about! Again there was this sonorous sound in the air, and the people started to run again. In every direction, everywhere my eyes could see anything, the people ran for their lives! Away from the burning tower behind me, away from this sound, away from ... away from their fears perhaps?!

Fear is a wild animal when it hunts among the people, man.

And these frakking toasters let it out of its cage. I will tell you this one thing: fear will kill more people these days than these chrome heads! And this is my pure opinion, although some may say I am crazy!

The second attack destroyed and killed one more time, and my only luck was this basement only some meters away. Seconds, and only the blink of an eye later when I just jumped through the open window - bang, and another flash blinded my eyes and made ways open for the pains wandering into my head! It was not over with this one hit, but the toasters concentrated on the industrial boroughs, Hakersville and Braimefield, I think.

I was tired, and my eyes closed without any form of will against it by me. Night was nearly over, but I even not registered the people outside my small cave. I did not hear any more cries or voices, I was down.

Rain, dirty rain, dropping through the small window that had saved my life, rain woke me up. It was day, but what a day.

Silence.

Yeah, on normal days the streets were full of people, talking, screaming, walking, whatever. But not this day. The first day after was absolutely silent, only some birds could be heard, and fires still burned within ruins. I climbed through the window on the dirty street, no idea what to do know.

And then they came.

No, not the Cylons. Colonial Marines or guys from the army. They wore uniforms, so they were someone from the military. No, not from the PSP. Police was not seen the whole time.

They came with trucks and collected the survivors from the street like berries from a field. Rusty humor, I know. When I saw them, I looked to them like a monk not believing in the gods anymore, and I think they looked back at me the same way! A young lady helped me onto the truck where people full of dust and dirt already sat, with wet and shattered faces. But I think I was as dirty as they were, and if you may laugh now or not, for the first time since yahrens I felt like a man under other men, like a normal individual under other normal individuals - remember, we were all dirty and dusty, but this time I did not stood out!

Hours it took until they finally brought us to this camp here and gave us something to eat.

And they gave us news about the whole situation. Yesterday evening we heard that toasters landed on Caprica, Virgon and Tauron, Picon still is orbited by Cylon vessels.

Will they come?

No one can answer this question, we, the survivors, are content with what we have now. Food and an asylum. When I see my situation in this whole context, I should be the luckiest man on Picon - but with the chrome heads above, well, it is a bitter taste.

I think will go through the camp later, see if I will meet anyone I know. I can see it in your face, you also think about the old saying: in peace you will never meet anyone you know, only war brings all together again! And so I will try.

Y’will come with me? I think my back hurts, I have to walk a little bit, y’know, I am not the youngest anymore.”

[Kmpr´rak]

And after no comment --- the last finished one so far.

Tertiam 15th, 21:22. 19 days after the fall.
Adron Baner, Crew Sergeant.
Battlestar Corona, orbit above Artemis.


“Service number 528A9E.
Baner, Adron.
Crew Sergeant, Colonial Marines.

I am part of the Marine Detachment on the Corona, a Colonial Support Carrier. When we went on this patrol duty three months ago, nobody even anticipated what could happen. But it did! Nothing is the same in our world, if we may still call it like this.

Five yahrens ago I started as a common Marine. Education was on Picon, Dallon Fields, home of the Colonial Marines! Frak, shooting was fun, the rest pure dirt to eat. Four months, quatrons of learning how to survive against all odds.

But I made it.

Cool when I was first promoted. Lucky moment. Absolutely nothing against what is now. Curious, bad things always weigh out the good ones. Always, I have experienced that. And not for the first time.

We were on the Red Line, there where it borders the Cylon space. The Cylons! No one has seen one for over forty yahrens. Huh, the books in school showed some, not very fearful for my taste!

It was a normal patrol duty. The fleet junks did their things, we did ours. Normal duty as you see.

Now we will all have to do the things together if we want to survive hell. The Cylon hell!

Time went by, three months is not along time, except for the time they make a Marine out of a silent boy from Gemenon. I was this boy!
And then something absolutely was wrong. Henricks, my old fellow, heard it as the first of our group when he talked in his unique typical form to a fleet junk! A shuttle was overdue, not only for minutes, it was too late for hours! No sorrows? Believe me, when you cannot make contact over wireless AND someone or something is too late, frak, there is something wrong. Definitely, I know that, old Marine knowledge.

And hell, it was. Now we all, the homeless survivors, mhm, now we know who has knocked out mankind on its own soils: these chrome blinking frakking toasters. Yeah, now we have fear, we’re afraid of ‘em, because now they are not only pictures in a school book! They’re real!

They are frakking real and they have kicked our ... you know what I mean.

But luck is still on our side, a little bit. It is still there for us, Commander Divers is our CO, and I think he is not bad - he is one of the best, I have heard. Henricks told me, and if he says something, it is absolutely true. Nothing on this. And until know, Divers did not disappoint us in any way. Few days ago it was near to the end, death already presented us one of his grime smiles, but the situation was perfectly managed by the CO and
the fleet junks. We jumped back into our solar system, well, what was still there from.

Debris, bodies, scattered parts of vessels, sometimes only small metal splinters. No way, the Cylons have torn us apart, and nobody knows how they could kill our fleet and our forces so fast.
We were near Picon, when the alert brought us back into reality. Two Cylon baseships started to fire there whole hanks out of their bulks! Man, loud and massive hits, but Divers managed to jump away in the last minute! And now we’re here, over Artemis, and the Cylons are in orbit of Caprica. I was never here before.

We wait.

Until now the Cylons have not detected us, but this may change instantly. We have scanned the system as far as we can without frighten up the toasters. No movements of own forces, no own signals, even not one distress call. Nothing. But, who wonders, the Cylons are very active. Squadrons of raiders, baseships, transporters, and a large vessel is there, don’t know for which purpose. And nothing more than Artemis’ magnetic pole between us and this armada. Luck for us the toasters obviously avoid different space areas!

Henricks came today morning with a big smile on his face. Ragnar would be our next jump goal, he said, reloading our armament bunkers and kick some Cylon binks! Hope, we can do it like it sounds in this simple plan. Would be good for the whole crew.
If not, the gods may help us, if we have to die by cold metal hands. But I think we may do it, we can reach Ragnar and we can still kick asses!

Lieutenant Nydonh, our commanding officer, has ordered a meeting of all Marines aboard for tomorrow 1400. Nydonh is from Sagittaron, they commonly have hard lives, but I think this situation is also absolutely new for her. I am very curious if also the CO will have some words for us. I already have asked Henricks, but even he did not have any answer for me this time.

These are crazy days.

Absolutely. Time seems to mean nothing, surviving is the main game. And sorrows are climbing up to a new level. About? Well, parents, family, comrades. All who are not aboard this vessel.

Maybe, some have survived the attacks we could recognize. But billions are dead. Gone forever, but perhaps not forgotten.

Sure, I am a Marine, and death is a part of my job. It was like this on Aerilon, it was so on Troy, it was part of my life everywhere we were thanks to Adar. And now he is also part of the ashes laying on the grounds of the colonies. He has not survived. The only ones my mind is spinning around are my family members. Obscure, dad survived a Cylon attack when he was 14, and now this frak? By all the gods we pray to, this can’t be true. Reality seems like a boomerang, hitting you out of your dreams you thought it would be true.

Next thing is: what will come after Ragnar? Always seen from the perspective that we’ll survive this adventure raid! We can’t go home anymore, and even I as a Gemenese have only splinters of true believe in me. Surviving, die, what could be a right decision to save us or - to send us into hell, directly with no possibility to return?

Man, every day since this frak has happened is a nebulous dilemma. No clear idea in the head, only a rest of hope.

All what we have no already has happened. The old books say that. And until this I believed in it. And now, do I believe?

Hm, barren hopes, that’s all. As a soldier you always have to decide what is wrong and what is not - even without your sarge or L-T. On Aerilon we were authorized to fire on civilians. And some ofus did it, they fired and killed these poor frakkers. And then, nothing, no punishment, no order to resign, nothing!

The Cylons have slaughtered our people, and no one will punish them either. No one. Is this reality, is this fair, is this justice after all? If mankind could not live together in eternal and deep peace, don’t we deserve this destiny?

Questions burning in the head, and no answers at all. But Cylons, thousands outthere.

This time we can’t decide, WE can’t! This time we have to go a way someone has drawn for us. We have to go on this way, and maybe we will survive, but perhaps we will die. And nothing will be there that reminds us. What? The Cylons? Believe me, they are happy when they have beaten out all the cunno of us, that is the only thing when they think about us after we are all gone.

Theories, and my mind is thinking all the time about this. Would be interesting to know what others may think during this dark era. I already
asked Henricks about his opinion about the whole frak, but as always, he smiled and said we would all survive it the one or another way.

Thank you. The answer I wanted to hear.

No, seriously, I know why he said this. His parents already died over ten yahrens ago when their car was part of a heavy accident on Leonis. Tragic, but he says it made him harder. Whatever he really means by saying these words. If he is a better soldier with this past?

Alright, time to start my shift. Watch. I hate watches at night on these carrier vessels. And that although the Corona is such small. Believe me, I have a will in me to survive, for all the ones who cannot go on their ways.

Death to the blinkerheads and toasters! And by all hopes, a secure future for us all. Sergeant Baner, end of report!”

[williamtaylor1969]

These stories are GREAT!!! Please do not take the silence as negative. Wish I could write as well!

William

[Kmpr´rak]

Thank you, this is very nice. Normally I am not writing such things, but it was always a wish to make something of this kind, so ....

Again, thank you, I am working currently on the next one.

[deif]

william has point it out! great work, my friend!

[Kmpr´rak]

Thank you, guys, again! Well, from a manual author to a serious story writer or so!! :-D

[Kmpr´rak]

The next story! :)

Duplidicon 22nd, 18:11. Day of the fall.
Eva Memnik, Wheat Farmer.
Farming Prospect 142-C, Aerilon.

“What do you say? Attacks? On Aerilon? Do not talk trash, annor!

No time for this frak, there is still a lot of work here. You have two hands, c’mon, help me, only 4,000 plants left. The colonies want to eat, and we soilcrawlers have to care for it!

Wait. Bombs? Not again these toasters! True? Then we’re all dead. Believe me, not again we’ll take that like ’14! I know what I am talking about. You on Caprica were the lucky ones, hm, we were not.
Yes, bombs, we all had bombs, making craters in our fields, killing all what was there. Yes, bombs, in your cities also. But Caprica was the lucky one, the small colonies were nearly wiped out!

A break would be fine for you, I see.

Ten plants, and your hands look like mine after ten million ones. Who wants to eat who has to plant who has to harvest! But only Aerilons know what this means. Really means at all! And I do know now.
If it’s true that these frakking blinker noddies come again, I will tell you what you want to know! Better, hm, perhaps there is no more a new day, no tomorrow like we think it is the most normal thing. Crazy stupid idea.

Originally I am from Virgon, Nadley Valley, do a fine place, You’ll never guessed it, well, my Virgon accent has gone long time ago. Now I am speaking with Aerilon one. Great. Some would think it is not.

It was long before these toasters were invented. Built by these large companies printing money in their basements and hoping nobody will ever care about what they are doing really. I was a young girl on Virgon, a rebel my parents would say. Coming home when I wanted, go out when I wanted, always doing what I wanted. My parents never understood what I really thought - yeah, these were my days on Virgon, sometimes when it comes into my mind I have to laugh.

But then it was over. On one day, I was 19, I met him, and my life changed forever.

Richard.

Blonde, tall, nice, smiling - and from Aerilon. Until then I never thought about the foreign colonies, Virgon was independent like the others were. But the day when I met this Aerilon man changed my life forever.

A Virgon rebel girl became an Aerilon country wife! Fine. But this whole thing was not as easy as I tell you this right now. And time went not by so fast! My parents were shocked, really and deeply shocked when I told THEM about Richard. ´Evi`, they said, and Evi was my nickname, ´why an Aerilon? You’re so beautiful, so damn beautiful, why?`
I think they did not understand that this was true love. The thing with Richard! My parents, Cedric and Pera Neigler, both from upper-class Virgon
families, married early. They had an arranged one, you know? The people today cannot believe there were times managed marriages were absolutely normal. My parents had an arranged marriage. When I found out with the age of 12, I swore to and for my own - NO! No Evi, if you’ll ever marry, then because you’re truly loving someone. No arrangements, only pure and deep love. Hm, girly dreams, but I never broke my oath!

And then Richard came. My Richard. From Aerilon.

One evening, I think it was two sectons before my 20th birthday, I invited Richard to my house, the house of my parents. I had told ’em I would bring a friend with me - a friend, yes, they never would have thought it would be my boy-friend, and I also did not tell them! Two hours, nice evening until then, well, two hours later I said goodbye to Richard with a short kiss. Then I went back. I was so excited, but I smiled and told my parents WHO Richard really was, was for me!

One or some words may change situations immediately, from one moment to another. Sunshine into rain, light into darkness.

Dad’s newspaper fell down, and mom had to sit down. Their Evi and an Aerilon? ´Evi`, my mom said this as I can remember, I think so, ´why an Aerilon?`
I said I’d love him with the wholeof my heart.

I think that was too much for one evening.

I cannot remember everything, I am too old now for it, but the following weeks were true horror for me. Richard and I met, yeah, but it was on secret
places and times. Six sectons! My birthday was a frosty day this yahren, but okay, if my parents could not accept the luck of their child, I could accept the poorest birthday of my life.

And then this black day came, when my father lost his job.

The company he had worked for ordered new workers from the employment agency, and bad luck another time for me, these workers came from Aerilon. Cheaper for my dad’s boss than the native Virgon ones. I’ll never forget what my dad said and how he defamed the Aerilons. It was terrible for me. Hey, I was not a rebel anymore, I was a young women loving an Aerilon man!

This night I made my decision.

Next day I was with Richard, right after school. And I went to this travel bureau with him, not seeing his asking eyes - well, I bought two tickets for Aerilon. When I told Richard why, his eyes were bright, and he was so happy. I was torn inside, yes, I loved Richard so much, but my parents - they did not know or see what I wanted for me, but they were my parents, I did not hate ‘em!

Seven hours later, I left Virgon with only some things I took with me from home. A little sheet with some notes from my was there on the kitchen table. I never thought my parents would understand me, but so they knew what I had done and were I would be.

I never was again on Virgon, and I never saw my
parents again. Richard was my family now.

My only family. He married me in 21301, shortly before the darkness, no, the “chrome”ness came over us.

The Cylons.

Aerilon is under attack, these are bad news you bring with. No better ones? ´Caprica suffers under poorness` or so? Sorry, you’re from Caprica, right?
If they make it like ’14 and the years before, they will bomb supply depots and the spaceports first. And then, they will throw out toxic things from their raiders, killing all our plants and animals. Frakking nodders!

21310 was a very bad yahren. Richard and I were full of deepest sorrows. The soil was contaminated, Cylon raiders nearly every day above, bombing the last out of us, bad news from other colonies about full occupation, dead and extinction! One half of Aerilon was occupied by the Cylons, why they did not the same with the other half, we still do not know. Later that yahren news were heard about an Aerilon Liberation Corps that should be drawn up.

It was the first time Richard and I had real trouble!

He wanted to become a member of the A.L.C., he wanted to kill every toaster he would see! Oh Richard, his mind changed so far during this time. He was a real country man, but after the Cylons had crashed down his life, he became so, well, he was not the same anymore. The situation collected all this hate inside him. Every word I said against the A.L.C. was wrong for him. He wanted it, to serve and to kill, man against metal toaster!
And then he went! Five letters, three sectons, dead forever!

He left me when he went to the corps, but he really left me by dying. They wanted to throw out a company of Cylons, it was a coal depot, I think. Richard was one of the first wave, and then - one of his comrades visited me later, after the victory. They never ever found any piece of him again! Sounds strange, but I believed for several yahrens he would come back again.

He never did, and he’ll never will.

Twelve happy yahrens, that was all we had. All I had with him. I never married again, no. I never loved again like I loved him.

My parents? Well, I think you want to know this. Hm, there is no more to tell. They were killed already when the Cylons bombed the large Virgon cities early in the war. I have some pics of the crater that was my home before, a nice piece of soil with a nice house and nice people! My city was bombed for three days, no break! Three days the Cylons bombed the city without any mercy.

Remembering hurts. Sometimes.

But now, If you’re right, with the toasters I mean, this is all what we have. Do you know how my first planting time was here? Hm, how should you! Without husband, it was hard. I had to work all day on the fields. Before, I was mainly at home, but now ...
It was not difficult to get the job Richard had within the complex here. One Memnik or another one, who cares. The time after the war was so poor of emotions. But as you see, I am still here.

Here were he was.

Do you think the Cylons know what it means to plant and to harvest? Are they really only killers, death bringers, warriors?

They are. Because they killed without mercy, without asking. Man, woman, child, animal, whatever.

Perhaps they are not. Who knows? I think nobody cares. Maybe there is something in them similar to a human heart. Hey, we’ve built these things, and children always have something from their parents.

Did you hear that? This noise? I think a storm front is coming. You’d like a tea? Come into my house, we can talk there if you like. Tomorrow is a new day, work will still be there.”

[Kmpr´rak]

One more story started! Will post it soon here!

[Kmpr´rak]

Tertiam 2nd, 20:01. 6 days after the fall.
Leoben Conoy, Cylon.
somewhere on Tauron.


“Sometimes it is very bad to be vulnerable, soft, unknown. Sometimes it is very bad to be - human!
Whoever is proud to be, it is not really cool to have a human body. Believe me, to be a Cylon in a human body does not mean you are not vulnerable.

No.

I came here four yahrens ago, Brother Cavil said ‘believe me, Tauron is a nice place for someone like you’. Okay, Tauron. Tribal society, traditions, blood feuds - no, that was not the world I had heard of before. THIS Tauron was another place, with clean and modern cities, extended streets full of this human traffic. THIS Tauron was absolutely a place where you wanted to be - wanted, yes, because it is gone.

By us, the Cylons.

Brother Cavil was right, he did not lie. I cannot remember he ever lied to anyone of us. Of us Cylons.

In Brekan, the small city where I lived as a commercial representative from Scorpia, I had a small apartment, and I shared it with a woman, a really beautiful one, for the last two yahrens.
No, of course she was not a Cylon, no. We are
everywhere, on every colony, even within a small
refugee fleet led by a man they call the last hope of mankind, a Commander Adama. That is what
I have heard. They are somewhere out there, I do not know for how long they will survive our game.

Kiana was a beautiful girl, aged 27, long and brown hair, if I would have ever be programmed with a taste for liking such girls, well, I would have liked HER. Indeed, after all that has happened, during the last days especially, I even think - stupid for a machine perhaps - I loved her.

I loved Kiana.

A Cylon loving a human girl, crazy, isn’t it? I look like a human, but I would have been ended, maybe, as a machine marrying a human girl, and nobody ever would have recognized it. But things changed. The world changed.

But even John never explicitly said it is impossible to love, although personally I think he would not be able to love. HE. Believe me, he is able to hate, everything and everyone. He hates mankind, disloyalty, and everything others like.

The night the bombs fell was warm and lighten up by millions of bright stars, the colony of Scorpia dominating the left part of the sky. Kiana was so tired, it was a hard working day for her. And it was our last day together. Why humans developed so much frak, but never a technology to resurrect their broken bodies, is a mystery for me. I think John would not like to hear that, but this is not a problem for me at all. Sometimes there are things he better will not ear about. And I am not the only
one who would say that. Not the only Cylon model, I mean.

I stood near the large door to our balcony, hearing to the soft and calm sound of the wind. Well, I did not notice how or when Kiana woke up. Suddenly a hand laid on my right shoulder, and a warm kiss made me smile a bit. Everything was perfect in this second, for both of us. Whether Cylon or human.

This was not important.

What I knew, she not, was that even in this perfect moment where two different hearts of two different designs found together, disturbance, noise and death would occur through all the good. Cavil started the attack on the Twelve Colonies mankind built up after the exodus from Kobol.

Kobol. I was there some time before Cavil told us we have to kill all of our human enemies. A bad accident ended my life there before I could see more than some trees, rocks and a lake near the landing site. And then - flash - waking up in a resurrection chamber aboard a resurrection ship!
Light-years away.

Life started again, easy, with the right technology others do not have.

Flashes. They ended also the perfect moment of Kiana and me in this special night. I did not notice how her flesh was molten from her bones, I did only hear a loud cry of fear, and it was the last sound I ever heard from Kiana.

The last sign of any life in her. Her hand on my shoulder went without any pressure or even pain for me. No. It went without any sign I have noticed during the falling bombs.

Kiana Blugrave, 27, from Tauron. Dead, forever. Killed within microseconds.

I woke up aboard the resurrection ship above Virgon, with the latest memories. Cut, and all started again. Bodies can be reproduced endlessly, memories not. Of course it is possible to delete certain things, but that was not an option for me. I did not want to forget my girl, but I am not sure now if this was not an error.

Sometimes I feel something like fear when I wake up and Cavil looks directly into my eyes. Until now it was never the “First One”, it was always a copy of him. But believe me, it always took some time before I realize it.

Some things never change.

I stayed only some hours aboard the ship, until it left the Colonial system, ruins behind, and a small fleet before. Cavil wanted to chase them and to - well, he did not only want to kill them, he wanted to kill them AND all what they ever have built or created. He wanted to wipe out mankind. I returned to Tauron, but this time to one I never wanted to see.

All streets were full of debris and dust, no brick on the other, dead people here and there. Not all had the bitter luck Kiana had. Some died a slow death, and the few ones our special units found were executed and buried with bulldozers. Even now I can hear them. Shoots, machine sounds.

There are seconds when I think we do not deserve to live. After all we have done to them.

Ideas like this are a good reason to be boxed, but I know there is no type 1 here on Tauron. No John Cavil on the colony.

After landing here I got a transmission from the baseship where the leader resides. A Six told me to stay here and to wait for further instructions. But what she did not say was what I shall do until then. Drowning in my memories, mourning for Kiana, executing some survivors, burying the dead?

I have to smile when I think about how the Fives have to bury the dead. Funny. No, not the dead, not the victims, I mean the Fives. So silly and stupid frakkers. And now they have to bury the dead. I never understood why the Fives were developed, but someone must have meant it is a good idea. For me, it was not. They may go and nobody even would notice that. The reason why I died on Kobol was, right, a Five who thought he could fly a transporter. Nope, he could not. And a Two died.

I died.

There was also a story I know about where some Fives had to plan the first step in John’s big game. The massive Armistice Station the Colonials had built after the First War should be destroyed, a kind of a simple test. Well, I think it is enough when I say the final plan was done by Sixes and Eights.

There is only one thing the Fives are good for, and they are really good in: Fives are excellent spies. Fives are able to operate under worst circumstances, and sometimes they were also able to gain valuable information for our intelligence.

So I do not like Fives, but I have to say that positive about them.

It becomes dark, another night is on the way. I will go out and see what happens tonight here on Tauron. Not much, I know, but it will help not to think only about the past. About someone I liked, I loved, and I will never forget. Tauron was a relatively cool world before, but after the bombing it is even more cool, and although it is fall, snow is falling from the sky.

Weather has changed like everything. Whatever Cavil is doing right in this moment, I am happy he or one of his copies are not here.

Time will show how the way for us Cylons will go on, once I was happy to be one, now, well, better you do not ask. A mixture of feelings, in my mind. If Cylons could have headache, I would have. Although, nobody ever said we cannot have headache, we can die, so why should we not get some pains?

During the last time before I was sent to Tauron for the first time I was able to study Colonial life on Aerilon. Poor world, but also very interesting. I think during this time I started to see humans not as enemies, I think during this time I started to understand WHO they are, how the live and interact. Should I hate them? No. Why should I? They never did anything to us what would cause this reaction by us.

Not all Twos are the same, and I am not the same like the one on Ragnar Anchorage, on Despan V or on the baseship patrolling over Caprica. We are all
Twos, but everyone has other memories, and everyone died the one or other time. I died six times, but there are Twos that never have died.

Would they understand me? Or my mind?

Perhaps not. Perhaps yes. I will not go further to speculate how I changed, how my whole life changed. Kiana changed everything, but I did nothing wrong. Someday perhaps humans and Cylons will live together, peacefully, and in tight relationships.

Someday. Not today. And not here.

I was part of that what has happened, and I am still one part of it. I knew what would happen, and I did nothing against it. I even did not save the only human I really LOVED. Kiana.

That is it.”

[Kmpr´rak]

Another story here I wrote today.

Duplidicon 24th, 12:39. Two days after the fall.
Camille Wakeman, Accountant.
Pitcher’s Bay, Caprica.

“I have waited for several hours, and I hoped he would come home. The attacks were brutal
and came out of nothing, it was a loud flash and suddenly the bottom was on top and the other
way round! He only wanted to buy some things we needed for the evening, nothing special at all, and then … disaster, crashing houses, death, dust, darkness!

It took some time before I started to realize that something tremendous must have happened, and in this second of silence I stood up and tried to sit down on a chair that lied next to the wall on the other side. Well, there was a wall on the other side before, but now, I was gone, and a hole stared at me! I did not know what was behind in this moment, although I knew what there was. We lived on the 26th floor, and behind the wall there was the Bringload Park, okay, only some decameters down.

The chair was still intact, and I sat down, trying to sort my mind, still being flashed by the unknown circumstances. What has happened? I did not know! How it will go on? I did not know! And Jeffas, where would he be? My mind started to cry while I sat on this chair, wondering about this frak!

In this moment I did not have one single assumption the Cylons would have started to wipe us out. All of the people living on the colonies. I think nobody thought that in this moment. The Cylons returned out of nothing, and they kicked our frakking backs.

For decades nobody ever saw one of the chromebones, either the military guys or any civilian. Okay, there were rumors, on all colonies, but fact is, nobody saw a Cylon for more than 40 yahrens. This gave them time, a lot of time to prepare for the terror act they have started this afternoon. They must have been built mighty weapons in the time they resided behind the borderline, and now everyone also knows why they never came to this small station on the line. We, well, the government, every yahren they sent an ambassador with open hands, and perhaps open an open mind, to this crappy base, but no Cylon ever came. Well, now it is clear WHY!

Rumors say the man they have sent to the base for yahrens was always the same. Every yahren. Poor fool, maybe he still sits there and waits. Or he is dead. Nobody knows.

How long I sat on this chair? I cannot determine any span of time how long I sat there. Dust started to cover me, it came through the hole in the wall, and of course through the windows that now did not have any glass in their frames. Dust. Contenting of whatever, I still do not want to think about. Yahrens ago I was on Canceron, in one of their large deserts there. It was not private, I worked as an accountant for an intercolonial company, “Harkam Monoworks”, and they sent me to Canceron for a while with some other people.

Coming to Canceron and being a Caprican, a special experience I would say. Well, it is easy to go from Caprica to Virgon or Picon, or it may be easy to travel from Sagittaron to Aerilon, but Capricans to Canceron, that is something special. My opinion. Others would say it is nothing special.

So we were in this desert, and we had to control the functionality of some systems and machines “Harkam” had delivered some time ago. Why I as an accountant had to be with the team, I still do not know until today! But I was there, and I collected some experiences there.
Do you know these Canceron nomads? I have forgotten their native name, and they are small in number, but they live in some of the Canceron deserts.

We were there on a special day for them, but we did not know that at all. One out of their tribe has died, and the Canceron nomads always burn their dead in a separate special ceremony.

So also this day.

Forgive me, but it is a disgusting thing to breath human ash, and on this day the wind was not very friendly to our group! We all had to control the machines there, check all for our company, and then they burn a corpse! In front of us, if it would be nothing special! We became part of this ceremony, in a way nobody would have ever thought! After this, we all spoke not any word for hours. Everyone from our team.

After this I never experienced something like this. Disgusting, okay, but on the other side also very interesting. Only few Capricans may have experienced such in this way.

Why do I talk about that, well, when the dust came through the windows and through this frakking hole in the wall, I remembered this on Canceron. Who knows, was it real dust or was it even my neighbor who died on the street moments before? Crazy things.

When such unforeseen things happen, your mind always goes crazy. And now, the loud flash started this in my mind again. Like this experience on Canceron. Although, when I sat on the chair, I did not know the Cylons had returned.

Jeffas. Suddenly I woke up from this unreal dream that was indeed reality. Jeffas was out there, right in between dust, dirt and darkness, right in between this flaming hell. I stood up and jumped and climbed over this litter that was my furniture only moments before. I stepped through the door where the door itself was gone. The floor shined from dirt and litter, but the stairs seemed to be still okay, so I could step down. Oh my gods, I never used the stairs before, but the lift was out of order, so … It seemed I stepped down for hours, and maybe it were hours!

When I finally was on the street, the first view was devastating. Destroyed cars, dirt, mud, everything combined in terrible forms and shapes. Dead. Dead people, some in such bad condition I cannot repeat what I have seen in this moment. Terrible, and, well, of course much more disgusting than a Canceron funeral.

There were some others like me, walking like the living burned ones, dirty, and down with their nerves. When I think back, it becomes so curious. It was only two days ago, but it seems than it would be much more longer. It was not long after I have left my home when a MedRap landed near me, arms helped me into. In my head there were only the memories of Jeffas and I also wanted to cry out loud, but in this moment, my voice did not want to speak. And it became dark around me. I became unconscious. Suddenly and unexpected.

I cannot say when I woke up or how long I was unconscious, I think it were some hours, it was dark outside, but if it was from another attack or if it really was night, I do not know.

Excuse me.

There, in this hospital, I heard for the first time who attacked us. The Cylons. They were back and kicked our frakking hinks. Behind the border for 40 yahrens, no sound, no sign of their existence, and then, some hours, and the human race was wiped out. Almost.

My mind returned to Jeffas, wherever he was in this moment. I dreamed of an open door where he would step through, but in reality, this did not happen.

Now I sit here, a record officer from the military already was here, asked me if I would search for someone, where I live, who I am, and so on. I said that I had waited for my husband, Jeffas Wakeman, and that then immediately a loud flash changed the whole world for me. The officer promised to help, but after I have seen in the streets of Pitcher’s Bay, this will become a difficult matter. Even for the almighty military. I only hope that they could kick some Cylon asses before the chrome hucks kicked ours – back to the Age of Unknown.

I hope so, and everyone around me too. Believe me, we hated them before, but now, after this, we wish them to the deepest depths of hell. By all gods, let this wish come true for us all we have survived.

Jeffas. I will sit here and wait for him, I hope he will come here, as one of us, as one of the survivors. He only wanted to buy some things for the evening, and now, the night seems not to go by.

It seems like it will stay forever above our heads.”



THANK YOU FOR READING!

[Kmpr´rak]

And one from today!

Primam 10th, 05:05. 60 days after the fall.
Farlan Browse, Resistance Fighter.
Onkalum, Virgon.

“Welcome to Virgon. Anyone still interested in us? Here on this barren bombed-out world?
We all hope so, if not, our fight against the enemy would be obvious!

It was one of these beautiful mornings here, right during the last days of Virgon summer. The bombs fell fast and effective, sorry, but this is the pure truth. Boskirk is more than 400 kilometers away from here, but believe me, we all saw how it went down in light flashes and clouds of dust. Our capital is no more.

The first minutes nobody even moved or breathed, we could not see who was the danger above us - or what! In this moment none of the 50 billion humans in the system could see anything than the destruction around, the same we also had to saw and to feel.

When you had asked me a yahren ago if I would fight in the resistance against the Cylons, frak, do you really think I would have believed you that? Never, my friend, never. You may ask everyone from my group here, and you will get every time the same answer. Nobody ever would have thought even seeing a Cylon in reality, but this named reality came sooner as we all thought. But, as I stated, in the first moments of the attack we could not catch any thought in our minds. Bombs fell, out of nothing.

Onkalum was a smaller city on the southern hemisphere of Virgon, and although we sit here now and talk in a ruin of an only half-bombed building, well, I think half of the city still exists in a minor excellent shape, I always said and say after the bombing “was”. Would you call a bombed city an existing one? Please, do not tell me that, I would say it is a pure lie. The streets were good, better than in Boskirk maybe, not as large as there, but hey, as I said, Onkalum was a small city.

I was a business man, hey, believe me, that is true! Johin there was a barber, Terri here was a car sales-manager at “Parkland Limousines”, and Parton, yes, the young man who is walking there, he was a student on a college. Others were engineer, soldier, pilot, chauffeur, some may call it also bus driver, sorry, and so on. We are more than 25 here, and I guess everyone had another profession. On this morning, when the shadows stepped out of their own shapes, I was on my daily way to work, there was an important meeting scheduled for this day, I remember my boss saying ´Farlan, when we get this contract, there will come happy yahrens for us`. Happy yahrens, all we got is war!

Traffic was as always, loud, stinky, and slow. You know that, it is not different than on other colonies - maybe for Aerilon, I could imagine. Me between thousands of people, like very working day, but not the same at all. Flashes, you cannot imagine, well, they were so light and so massive, perhaps I cannot describe it in the form I have experienced this moment! Automatically everyone stopped the their cars, and all saw the flashes, and there was no noise until then, only these light and then big clouds, mushrooms in the sky, dust, dirt, and all stopped breathing in this moment. Who started this, and what happened? An accident maybe, on Virgon there are, there were larger military contingents assigned to, and it would be not the first accident, Virgon especially had its experiences, if I may remind you on the “Mimdor Base” accident in 343.

It was no accident. It was Cylon revenge.

I do not know, suddenly everyone started to run away, trying to find a secure shelter or some may also be ran home or to work, ask me not about, I also started to run, but only some minutes later the first Cylon raiders flew over our heads, small but curvy stingers, not very loud, but fast and effective. As the bombs they throw out of their bellies.

The attack on Onkalum had started, me and thousands of people right in between. My career as a business man stopped in this moment, and the roots started to grow, the ones making me a resistance fighter some weeks later. A man with a portion of mercy lost all of it in one second.

When I went home, I even did not recognize the area where I lived. Okay, there was no area where I lived anymore, Cylon bombs had devastated the whole region. My house was gone, wrapped down to millions of splinters and simply dust. It was devastating, this feeling that started to rise up in me. I sank down on my knees, not realizing there was glass on the bottom making them bloody.

If someone would ask me, when I became a resistance fighter, I would say, hm, it was in this very moment. It was the moment Farlan Browse, 28, born in Ghartam on Virgon, business man and loved son of Quinn and Erla Browse, became a resistance fighter! Only some time after a military convoy stopped near me, and this was the first time I and some others heard for the first time the Cylons were back! Rumors became fact. The frakking barks had returned and beat the crap out of our asses. They smashed the mighty battleships above us and killed all humans they saw.

Horrific!

I was transported to a camp the military had established and stayed there for some days. Then the situation changed dramatically for another time, the Cylons came with ground troopers and kicked our backs again! From one moment to another new nominated resistance fighter Farlan Browse had a weapon in his hands and was ordered to fight along the soldiers of the camp! Hey, I have not served in a branch, and now I was a guy with a M492 in my hands! Real ammunition, no ploppers, no videogames!

The fight was short and hard, I saw death and pain next to me, foreign blood spotted in my face, and then everything became black around me. A storage above me was hit by a Cylon grenade and crashed on me - too much for me after the last days and experiences. It took some time until I woke up again, and what I saw was terrible: Cylons, holding large guns and patrolling right in front of me! They could not see me owing to the canvas I lied under, but the situation was strange, and much more of that!

My brain started to think about the situation, and maybe I also made my testament in this moment. Frakking situation, Cylons here and there, okay, I had a gun, but I had seen what happened when the soldiers fired on the chromies - nothing. Only grenades were able to destroy one of them, and even when it had no legs, the machine crawled on the bottom and tried to catch and fire.

Only a lucky circumstance would help me out of the cranc, and this lucky moment finally came. Sooner than expected.

The bots walked away. Crunching noise, and they walked away. What they left behind, well, it was not the best a world may bring out. All except for me were dead. I cannot say if they made prisoners, but after the last quats, I know they do not.

Cylons do not take prisoners, they only count the numbers of the dead. They have a special program for that, whoever wrote it.

On this day I was the last human in a circle of about ten kilometers. I waited for hours because I was not sure if they were really gone, but then I went back to the city, and a plan got its shape in my head. Collecting weapons, ammunition and perhaps some other survivors and start to fight against the chromes. Some may see no sense in it, hey guy, you have survived, search for a shelter, and then be quiet.

No.

The time was there to fight back. And it became reality. My first weapons were from a bombed police station, corner Kalond Drive / Huskall Street, directly opposite the Queensbow Amusement Park. And there I met Alex for the first time, this beautiful woman I named my first lieutenant. She is great, both in her look and her fighting skills. She has served four years within the Colonial Marine Corps, and gods, you can absolutely see that in combat!
When we killed the first toasters, it was Alex who worked out the plan. She is a brain, and an excellent one, brother!

And now, you see, we are 29, the youngest 16, the oldest 48. I am between them, and I became their leader, after Alex I met Dale, and then Johin, Quade, Parton. All of them here. By time they all learned how to fight a toaster with simple things like a lighter and a canister of fuel. Some have learned it better, some not. Some died, and some survive, day by day. I have seen dying so much people, men, women and kids of every age. Wiped away by these crapperbogs called Cylon. While we get some hits and die, the chromes take hit by hit, only large calibers are able to stop ‘em effectively. R54 grenades, or .94 ammo, but after we had controlled different military depots, we recognized another tactic of the Cylons: they were first, meaning they have removed all weapons and ammo, so we did not found any new resource in 2 of 3 cases.

Frakking, but meanwhile we are able to help ourselves. Believe me.

For today we will make a tour to Hummersley, 40 kilometers from here. There was a post of the Colonial Fleet, and we hope to find some useful stuff there. Weapons and ammo, maybe fuel for our hums. Day by day goes by, but every day is different than the one before.


Some things never change.”

[Kmpr´rak]

Some more art here. I will write still some other stories and will publish the work as a magazine, with some pics.

[Adge]

Kmpr´rak,

Beutifully written, and I must also say, beutifully designed. You certainly have a knack of getting it together.

[Kmpr´rak]

Thanks my friend, well, it is not the "regular" manual or graphic stuff I am normally specialized on, but I think the result is okay for that kind of literature. :-D

[Kmpr´rak]

I will stay with the magazine style for this project, and I will also introduce some pictures from my BSG stuff next to the stories. I think it will become a 50 page magazine or so, but I think I will be happy to finish this project like I said, in the magazine form.

[Kmpr´rak]

Another one, with some special information.

Duplidicon 26th, 16:29. 4 days after the fall.
Malen Parson, Office Employee.
Illumini, Gemenon.

„History has proven that the Gemenese were always different than the other ones. I mean the other people from the other colonies! Decades ago the Capricans even said Gemenon is the evil twin of Caprica, I never understood why.

Gemenon is even more beautiful than Caprica. Not only from space. Also on its surface.

I have to know it, I was born here. On the evil twin, ha ha, very funny my dear Capricans! So I do not wonder that they were among the first who gained darkness over their heads. Everyone knows the first blinkheads walked there, and then they went crazy one day, they rebelled and started to kill the humans. All they could find, one after another, hundreds, thousands, millions. Gemenon suffered under the Cylon occupation, okay, they occupied only some major territories in ‘11, but especially the capital city and Illumini suffered, thousands died in the streets.

So we may guess WHO is the evil twin and who not. Rumors say the Capricans got their knowledge from Tauron, but this was never proven by anyone, neither from Caprica nor from Tauron.

Illumini. I was born here, in ‘327. Long after the war.

My company is, or better was, one of the largest here on Gemenon. And we produced computer and electronic spare parts for car companies from at least five other colonies, spare parts for machine parks, space yards and - Cylons. Okay, the last one is decades ago, before the war they have started against us, but yes, Myland Trading produced parts for machines that became self-conscious one day and started to kill their producers. Even the last one on the colonies knows about this day at Graystone Industries in ‘301, when a Cylon squad killed half of the employees there within some minutes. Over 350 dead humans, well, it was short before the war started.

Other rumors said these monotheistic church in the north also had some of the gunners, as bodyguards for whatever, I cannot say. Hm, strange to believe a Caprican company sold military stuff to a Gemenese splinter group. But as I said, rumors, only rumors like they are heard on every colony on every day.

And then it did. The Cylon War broke out. My parents told me when I was a young boy.

My father, a strong believer in the monotheistic god himself, told me some stories when I was younger. About how it started here on Gemenon, on and above, in space. It was not possible for the different Colonial space forces to stop the Cylons successfully. They, the Cylons, even captured more than a dozen of the old R-52E space frigates that were in use on different colonies at that time, yes, right, these round vessels a bit looking like a cake where on peace is left! Some think they were a Cylon design, but actually they were not. Perhaps you already have guessed who partially designed the layout and important systems for these frigates. Bingo, Myland Trading, in 21289 they started to build the prototype and sold the idea and the design to different Colonial governments. It was a successful ship type, robust, strong, relatively good armored. But then …

That is history. My father even served on one of these frigates for a short time in ‘299.

When the war broke out, Cylon crew bots seized power over the ships, killing all human crew members instantly, gaining control over the ships. A disaster, for all colonies! At first they vanished with the ships, but then they came back. And they even started to duplicate the design! Hey, Cylon R-52E frigates, my parents witnessed it! They saw them above Gemenon when they started the war! The worst thing was: we could not fight back! The frigates were strong and massive ships, there were not more than, well, I think two or three dozens in service before the war. Until the chromes duplicated them! Alone their first wave contented of 40 frigates. 40.

We had no chance. And even Myland Trading could not come up with a solution, although they had built the cake ships. Nobody was able to stop the chrome invasion! Sorry, but even after the long time I become a bit scary! The colonies united under one flag, under one law, they united their forces and their military, and then they were slaughtered by the Cylons in short but brutal attacks. As I remember my father said we had only two frigates left, only partially finished on the yards above Scorpia. They had more than 40. And these were battle-finished ships, no empty hulls.

The Cylons kicked our asses! With finished battle-ready ships!

A massive wave of raiders was even started to destroy our last ships above Scorpia, luck was that the frigates already had FTL drive installed. The ships could jump away, but the fleet yards were damaged and nearly destroyed. My parents knew some people who were native to the colony and left the planet around the time. They have seen the burning ship yards, hey, fire in space, never thought that this would be able.

We had nothing against it, until someone came up with the battlestars. Large multi-task vessels for kicking metal backs. Complicated but non-connected systems, packed into a crude hull. Against all the ones who say something that is not true, believe me, the battlestars were not finished in any way, that would have taken more than five yahrens of development from a paper page to a spaceship. But they were effective, they were armored, had good weapons, and they were strong enough to beat the Cylons. My father explained me everything, how it was able to stand up again and to fight against an almighty non-human enemy.

And how we won the battle, no, even the war in the end. They left, right after they had started another large-scaled attack wave on Tauron and Scorpia. The Cylons left and did not come back. Until now.

It was one of the great mysteries of the universe.

A battlestar may be compared to a small city in space. Myland Trading was one of the many companies that were among the first contracted ones who built these ships. Okay, parts of these ships, auxiliary systems, computer chips and different sub-systems of the defense perimeter
computer core. But these were important parts. Without we had never won. I think.

The first battlestar ever be sent to battle was the, hm, the Columbia?! Well, no, I think it was the second, the first was the Galactica. Right, yes, it was the Galactica, at this time even without any number or registry, like all of the first twelve ships being built during the war. Without the Scorpian Fleet a hell, resources could be collected, even people who had the knowledge to built the ships, plans already existed before the war and made different things easier for ship construction at all - but we needed a place to built the battlestars. This was a big problem, because within our system the Cylons were here and there, and there was no place where we could built a battlestar without giving them a big hint. We needed a place.

And we found it. Its name was Cimtar.

Right, it was this Cimtar where Cylons and Humans signed the treaty that ended the Cylon War
also officially. Cimtar, a small moon within a system not too far away from here, but still far away enough from Cylon patrols and interests. Before the war some smaller installations were built by Caprican and Virgonese military, but that was all. The rest was great improvisation, courage and enormous luck.

So my father told me. And I believed everything my father told me when I was young.

The first three battlestars, Galactica, Columbia and Acropolis, they all were damaged enormously in battles before our military learned what Cylons understood under tactical warfare. They were clever, but we were too, soon after the first heavy losses. And one day, we learned to use our ships effectively, and we started to kick chrome asses. Frakking dumb chrome asses of Cylon origin.

Myland Trading survived the war as a relatively well situated company, maybe owing to the involvement in building systems for the battlestars. In ‘324 the annual win of the company rose above 100 billion cubits, and Myland was one of the big three companies on Gemenon. I started to work in late 21349, and this for the last five yahrens without any interruption. And I have to say, it was the best time of my life. And now, there is nothing left.

I don’t know if my parents are still alive, I cannot say anything about my company or even about my own house. But, please, take a look around, everything is destroyed, damaged at least. Could you imagine that anything is still intact here? They did not use any conventional weapons when the bombs fell, they did use atomic ones, frak, there were not only the massive detonations on the ground and in the air, they sent us also the radiation, well, perhaps as the last greeting for the masters that have created them. I would thank the one who built these chromeheads if he would not be dead today. Many died today.

Too many, maybe the most of all humans.

What is going in my mind is the fact where our military was! What happened that the Cylons could not have been stopped? And do not tell me they were all destroyed. No, I cannot believe that, over 100 battlestars and masses of support ships, no, this fleet is too large to destroy it with only some baseships, and nobody may say it as destroyed! How? By standard weapons mixed with atomic projectiles? No, this is not possible. Maybe they resemble somewhere on a silent location, and then they come back and save us …I do believe in that, I have nothing except for this to believe in.

If humanity really will extinct, the chromesbanks will become the new species living on our worlds, but I am asking me whom they will kill next? Can they live in a society like we have, or is the will to wipe us out the only one making them move and fight? Theoretically never one of them should have been built, it was the worst thing mankind ever did, and we had and have to pay for that, in the past and now again! Perhaps we deserve extinction, maybe not, this is to metaphysical for me, I am more realistic.

Myland Trading, this time it is over forever. Not only for them, for us all. If they will not come to rescue us, we will die. We will have no chance.

Extinction.”

[Adge]

Kmpr´rak,

Another beutifully written story, your mind certainly has that right thought and importantly its delivery.

[j.anderson]

I second Adge. I do enjoy reading those stories.

[Kmpr´rak]

Thank you to both of you. There are still some I have in mind, so enjoy! :-D