BATTLESTAR: GALACTICA:
And in The End...
Chapter 1
From the final farewell-to-space existence speech publicly delivered by Commander William Adama after so many tumultuous decades in deep space...
"In conclusion, ladies and gentlemen of, at long last, the Earth for which we had sought so ceaselessly...even though there were no more remaining members of the Thirteenth Tribe here. Just their forgotten-to-Time overgrowth-strangled cities standing as silent attestation to that tribe's hundred century occupation of Earth: from their first physical mixing with the promising primitives that had already arisen here, to the combined humanity that inevitably left this blue-green jewel in order to, once more, answer the siren call of distant space."
Once again, amidst such an emotive oration before the familial extension of the original survivors of the Cylon assailment of the homeworlds of the Twelve. As well as the hell-raising, yet heroic, crew of the battlestar known as Galactica...all now unbelievably old and at a point far removed from their initial landing on this seemingly mythical, in regards to their Sacred Scrolls, world.
"All of which was, ironically, long ago summed up by one song from a music base numbering in the billions that had lain dormant for dozens of centuries within high-tech computer systems significantly more robust than anything within our own surviving ships. Including my own beloved battlestar..."
There was heard the shuffling of actual paper, rather than the data-download slates so consistently in use by the younger generations birthed from the original landed Colonials. Then the white-haired, deeply-wrinkled, still-bespectacled Commander Adama read aloud something that had been attributed to the poetic prose sung by a musical collective called "The Beatles" ten full millennium before. The great-great-great-great-great grandchildren of the first official offspring from the physical mating of the Thirteenth Tribe with the pre-existing primitives indigenous to Earth...
"'And, in the end...the Love you take...is equal to...the Love you make'", reverently related Adama as he next cast his grizzled gaze across the crowd, gathered in the heart of their rebuilt capital of what had unofficially been referred to as New Caprica. Not to mention the millions more via vid-cams carried by those responsible for passing along such exceedingly necessary news.
"How fitting such happens to be, though it was written, thousands of years hence, by beings genetically close to that long lost Thirteenth Tribe whom had found this beautiful world in this still-young star system. Our Love of Life! Human Life over Cylon Slavery! And all combined with the will to live...heartened by the hope of finding Earth as well...has been directly responsible for what we have now called 'home' for some three generations! And so, on this special day of this hundredth year of our own original claim laid for this once-mythical planet...we celebrate. And we say, loud enough for the Lords of Kobol to hear: "To hell with the Cylons...wherever they may be!"
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
As this special centennial celebration began, throughout a world re-inhabited-by-Colonials, as well as their children and grandchildren...
Far from the world wherein a wildly-successful mix of Human-with-Human-like primitives turned ancestral lords of what had been known as Earth far longer the the lifespans of those presently populating that planet left behind by exceptionally technological descendants of same...
...on a now-lifeless world literally in the globular galactic heart surrounding a supermassive black hole that was, quite possibly, the oldest planet orbiting what would be one of the oldest stars found anywhere within what the combined humanity had quite simplistically called: The Milky Way...
Cylon Model Numbers One-thru-Eight, plus the Final Five, though they had been "reborn" more times than could be counted, even by their cybernetically-perfect semi-organic brains, at long last stood before that which they had so pertinaciously searched.
A search which had come to supersede the destruction of the Humans called Colonials.
The search for...God.
END OF CHAPTER 1