Being robots, Cylons were, as a rule, efficent; for instance, the quickest way of disposing of a dead human body was to simply chuck it out of an airlock, so, when there was a body to dispose of, that is exactly what they did.
And so that body, ejected from the Basestar into hard vacuum, flash-frozen, then scorched from the blast of exploding Carillon but otherwise preserved by the environment of deep space, drifted, undisturbed, on a hyperbolic trajectory slowly deeper into the black, as the robots who had killed him and the life form known as Man he had betrayed battled for extermination of the latter and survival from the former, respectively.
After yahrens had passed, however, something artifical, something self-propelled, entered the area. It wasn't a ship; no ships, be they of Man, Cylon or alien, had come anywhere near the Carillon system since the destruction of the planet; even if they had, however, the object was too small.
It was, in fact...a ring.
Black as space, except for the small white markings on its face.
And homing unerrantly on its destination...
Intent on slipping itself onto a finger of the beheaded corpse.
COUNT BALTAR OF PICON.
RISE.
Count Baltar and "Battlestar Galactica" (in this particular case, the very original theatrical movie version of the pilot) belongs to Glen A. Larson.
The Black Lantern Corps belongs to Geoff Johns and DC Comics.
Neither belongs to me.
