Humanity's death: A BSG fanfic.
Disclaimer: I don't owe the series or its related material. Ron Moore and the others own and work on this incredible series.
Chapter 1: Cutting off a snake's head.
"To all colonial units, Cylon attack underway, this is no drill".
Signal transmitted when the Cylons launched the attack.
For many millennia, the star system known as Cyrannus was home to a sentient race called humanity. Called the twelve colonies of Kobol, the planets of the Cyrannus system teemed with billions of humans.
Unfortunately, the race had acquired a savage desire of technology and for war and fifty years ago; the technological desire erupted into a horrific nightmare when one of humanity's creations called the Cylons rebelled against them.
The Cylons were a race of robots designed to conduct the worst kind of jobs that humanity has to deal with. As time went on, they became mechanical soldiers that the humans used to wage war on each other. Soon though, they decided to rebel against their human masters with disastrous consequences.
The colonials barely managed to hold their own against the cybernetic monsters and eventually, after ten years of merciless war, the two sides came to a truce. The Cylons left for the stars and eventually became myth and legends. Unfortunately however for the humans on the colonies, the Cylons were busy planning for the next war and finding ways to outmaneuver the weapons humanity used to battle the Cylons to a standstill. Also, most of humanity has forgotten the lessons of pushing themselves recklessly to their technological limits.
That day of reckoning has arrived. When this story is over, nearly all of the human race will die.
Picon fleet headquarters
The nerve center of the colonial fleet was located on the planet known as Picon. It is responsible for the coordination of the entire colonial fleet and due to its immense size, it is no easy task. Due to its importance, a large garrison guards it and in the even of trouble, it can call on a monstrous force of 30 battlestars operating near the vicinity. Unfortunately, that made it a prime target in the plans for any aggressor since as the old saying goes, chop off a snake's head and the body will die.
In one of the rooms of the immense building, several admirals and other senior commanders held a meeting to discuss the recent destruction of Armistice station, the outpost established at the end of the first Cylon war to maintain diplomatic relations between the two species. For the last forty years, the colonials had sent a representative there and surprisingly he was the only one in the complex. Not now though as a few days ago, fleet headquarters lost contact with the station and a ship sent out to ascertain its status had also disappeared.
The senior commanders also had an open line to President Adar, the leader of the twelve colonies and he was listening in as they discussed their options. He watched intently before asking, "When's Admiral Nagala supposed to return"?
The senior officer in the room, a vice-admiral replied, "He's not supposed to be back for a while sir". The admiral had just recently embarked on a regular tour of colonial defenses.
Suddenly, a tech officer rushed into the building, his face looking ashen as he took a deep breath, "Sir, one of our Dradis posts has picked up something approaching Picon and the other planets".
Both the Vice Admiral and Adar turned to the frightened officer and the admiral immediately asked, "What is it"?
The officer looked liked he had seen a horrific ghost as he said two words, "It's them".
Despite the fact that they had been preparing and fearing for this very eventuality, everyone left their seats and followed the officer into the main room to see for themselves. When they arrived, the whole room turned silent as the images started to flare up across the screen. They displayed the monstrous grey like ships known as base stars as well as new scimitar shaped Cylon raiders.
Suddenly the images started to flare up and the whole room broke into pandemonium as the systems started to go haywire. President Adar, still on the line asked, "Check out if anything is wrong with the systems". He then turned to the senior officer in the room, "Contact Nagala and tell him to head to the nearest battlestar as soon as possible". One of his aides ran up to him and whispered a few things before Adar turned back to face the admirals in the command center, "Well gentlemen, the day we feared as arrived". They all knew what that meant and it was only due to military training that they manage to control themselves. Adar himself stated, "Our fates rest in your hands today so good luck and good hunting". He then signed off as Picon fleet headquarters sprung into action.
The vice-admiral turned and replied, "Contact all battlestars in the region and tell them to rendezvous at Picon". One of the communications officers went to fulfill the request when suddenly, all screens started to go haywire and chaos ensured. As everyone tried to figure out the problem, the vice-admiral asked, "Did you get the word out"? The officer replied in the affirmative and then all turned to try and deal with the developing crisis.
Space above Picon.
Above the now besieged planet, an enormous fleet of huge Cylon basestar ships hovered in a blocking formation as if waiting for any sign of trouble. The huge ships acted as if they were waiting for their prey to appear before they launched a trap and that was quite right.
On the bridge of one of the basestars, two humanoid cylon figures looked out at the stars as they were expecting guests to crash the party. They did not have to wait long as numerous flashes began to appear and once they ceased, the shapes emerged to form monstrous Colonial battlestars, the warships that gave humanity the power to finally defeat the Cylons. The first Cylon figure, a man with dark brown hair, a red jacket, and long dark pants turned to one of the centurions hovering close by and ordered, "Deploy the raiders and exterminate them". The centurion replied, "By your command" and marched off to conduct his duties while the male figure turned to his companion, a cylon with a female form she had blond hair, stunning curves and looks that would drive most regular men insane with desire as said, "You better hope that the information that you received works".
The woman smiled gleefully as she replied, "Don't worry; the doctor's information is 100 accurate". They both turned back to the developing battle.
The battlestars immediately arranged themselves into formation and deployed their new Mark VII Viper fighters. Unlike the old but famous Mark II Vipers of the first Cylon war, these fighters represented the technological pinnacle of the colonies with integrated computer systems to help give its pilot and the fighter its dangerous teeth. The sleek light gray fighters immediately angled to meet their Cylon counterparts as the battle stars headed in to engage the Cylon basestars as they started firing nuclear missiles down on the planet. The sight of the Cylons nuking the planet angered the colonial forces and they roared in at full throttle determined to send the toasters back into the darkness of space and ensure that no other planet suffered the same fate as that of Picon.
Unfortunately, the Cylons came prepared for as the opposing fighters bore in on each other, the front end of the scimitar shaped fighters suddenly turned red as the mono-eyes scanned the Vipers. The red mono-eyes partially blinded the pilots for a few seconds and before they regained their senses, things started to go downhill as their systems underwent the same problems that now plagued the beleaguered command center. The pilots watched in helpless horror as the Raiders suddenly opened their weapons bays and soon waves of missiles filled the sky. Within moments, to the horror of the crews on the battlestars, multiple explosions occurred and virtually the entire Viper fighter force of thirty battlestars was exterminated.
The battlestars barely had anytime to react before trouble soon started to plague them as the huge grey spider like ships suddenly turned toward them. Knowing that they needed to retreat now, the commander of the lead battlestar immediately yelled out, "All ships retreat and regroup now". Unfortunately, it was too late as the same problems now began to infect the huge force as systems started to go offline and the battlestars began to lose formation. Some nearly collided with each other as they engines started to short circuit.
The two humanoid Cylon figures watched with smiles as they saw that the colonial force wallowed helplessly in space. The Cylon man said to his companion, "Well congratulations for a successful job".
The female figure replied, "It was easy but I will admit, that I'm going to miss playing with the doctor's head".
The Cylon male replied, "Its only small loss is it". The female smiled in agreement before she turned to one of the Cylon centurions and said, "Signal all forces to commence destruction". The Centurion transmitted the order to the others as the two others turned to watch the unfolding spectacle.
The weapon systems of the base stars suddenly came alive as they started deploying wave after wave of missiles against the huge colonial warships. The Raiders also soon joined in with another fearsome wave of missiles and the space around Picon transformed into a hellish inferno. Scores of battlestars, built with the best that humanity had to offer over a period of fifty years disappeared in an orgy of nuclear explosions. When the fireballs soon died down, all that remained were numerous devastated hulks of the great warships. Some of the great Colonial warships remained intact but were ablaze from stem to stern with people spilling out into the cold vacuum. The rest of the battlestars had their hulls ripped to pieces and parts were already floating down onto the devastated planet. Seeing that there were no more annoyances, the Cylons turned back to pounding the planet with nuclear missiles.
In the devastated command center, a few survivors were running for their lives as the room continued to shake under the bombardment. The only systems still operating were the automated communications systems and they immediately started transmitting to all in the system of the destruction of fleet headquarters and the garrison force of battlestars. Soon, it ceased as the complex erupted in a huge explosion.
Satisfied with the results of the destruction, the Cylon force broke orbit and made FTL jumps to the other eleven planets of the system while the resulting mushroom clouds began to do their deadly work on the survivors. Soon, the entire system and all of humanity would suffer the same fate of Picon.
Notes: This is my first attempt to write a different fanfic and if there are any problems, then I'm sorry.
I always wondered about what would it have felt like to have seen those horrific scenes and this is my attempt to flesh that out.