The End of a Journey?

Disclaimer: This fanfiction is a homage of Battlestar Galactica, no infringement of copyright is intended. All known Characters, Designs, etc. belong to Ron Moore, Glen Larson and Universal, all Characters, etc. created for this fanfiction belong to me.

I´m a long time fan of Battlestar Galactica, having seen both new and old version. And while I still like S4 of the new Series, there are some things I think came too short. For example, I have it on very good authority, that a far more logical Cylon Civil War, with more survivors on both sides (and no death of Natalie Faust at the hands of Athena)was in work, but not filmed due to time and especially FX-cost restraints.

Then there was a lot of potential in the alien society of the Cylons and the comparison to human society, which was only fractionally explored. And then the decision to make Hera Mitochondrial Eve forced a lot of unlikely actions to get that result. Or the Final Five, who could have had even more potential with a variant backstory.

So I investigate with this fanfiction the "What if": A different CCW. A Cylon society staying in part more alien. Would the outcome be better or worse? For Humanity? For Cylonity?

As for the dating systems: The Cylons use logically the creation of their first in 58 before the fall of the colonies as year Zero. I like the "historical" year set in "Caprica" not really, too time-specific, so I use the timeframe we see in BSG on Adama´s file with the fall of the colonies in year 21,354.

By the way, the prelude will not announce the full end result, even if some might feel it does.

Please review and Sorry in advance, but I cannot update all that regularly! I try to, but I can´t say how short or long the intervals will be.

System LB-356S9, Milky Way Galaxy, Cylon Year 122

A single Heavy Raider was floating at the Lagrange-Point L1 in the uninhabited A-Class System. It´s lone passenger was an older man, his face severe and weathered. His clothing could be lightly described as "retired Indiana Jones" style, complete with a hat. He, a Number One, was projecting and incorporated sensor data from the Raider´s systems into the projection, for a feeling he could never get with his flesh body alone.

This Cavil was floating in space unfettered, at least in his projection and was focused on both the solar wind from the highly active sun streaming over him and an object floating just outside the Raider hull in real space.

This "object" had been here in this system for a bit over sixty-one years and was the frozen body of a Cavil. One of his brother´s bodies, since his "own" body from that time was drifting 40 meters away, both caught by the gravitic equilibrium of the Lagrange point for all time.

There might be no life in both frozen bodies outside the Raider, but what was left, would suffice for Cavil in this case. He ordered the Raider to flood the preserved husk with electricity on the frequency and with the strength of the Living, kick-starting the biological transmitter, integrated into body and DNA of every Cylon.

Now concentrating on the unshifting, frozen face of his brother, Cavil began to talk. "It has been awhile, decades have gone by, since we have been to this system. You told me that we failed to step down hard enough on the throat of humanity and I tried to convince you that we made a mistake with this war. Today I can say and admit we were both right and wrong, because we did not see the whole picture. You were too radical, since our creators as a whole did not deserve what you wanted to do to them and I...", raw, heartfelt pain run across Cavil´s features at the memory, "And I overlooked the capacity of some humans for malice, murder and hate."

For a moment the One composed himself. "I might be the last Number One in existence now, but I have to have clarity about that, so I use this method to see if some of you are still out there. Some Basestars maybe, which were on exploration and not pulled into the fighting. If so and if you intend to come here for meeting before we jump to Earth, let me tell you what happened.

It is very different from what once was. The Irony is, that we won the war with the humans in a way we never thought about and never calculated. And at the same time we lost much and something we never knew we could haven gotten. But it was the aftermath, with the remnants of Cylons and humans still striving for the upper hand, when a solution was found from an unexpected quarter and peace began. In the decades since, reconstruction has begun. Is it a good solution, which was found? Is it a bad solution? A cease-fire? Something in between? It is your opinion to make, when you heard my tale. Let me begin at the point when everything changed."

Basestar 396, Deep Space, Cylon Year 61

It was roughly 32 minutes after the Baseship escaped the Supernova, after the flight of Athena with Hera, after Boomer downloaded again, after the Threes were boxed and after her sister´s help for Athena, which led to her fleeing with Sharon, that Natalie Six walked down a corridor of her basestar she used rather seldom.

But her steps were firm. For some time now, she thought about the war with the humans and how it affected her race. One did not need Leoben s farsight to see the consensus was breaking up more and more. Every line showed new and unexpected developments and not always the best, in Natalie´s opinion. The war had to be won fast, so that the intra-Cylon relations could be brought back to normal, but not like the Ones wanted. She had seen their manoeuvring during the stand-off with the humans about the Eye of Jupiter and for the first time in her life, it had ribbed her the wrong way.

"If I would think so, had I not felt Caprica´s thoughts about Cylons, Humans, children and Love in the stream just minutes earlier?"

It had been a spark of the moment decision to reach into the part of the Stream reserved for the Sixes only, to see if Caprica had left some reason why she did the shocking action to help Sharon flee with Hera, the first one of a new generation. And Natalie was glad she had done so. Just a few minutes later and she would not have seen it. Caprica had been unsurprisingly in haste, so she had dumped every reason in a big chunk into the stream and it´s auto-storage mechanisms would have split it up and filed away in such a manner, that it would have been a puzzle to find and only few Cylons would ever have taken the time to search. After she accessed and examined Caprica´s data, Natalie, once again for a first time, could not shake the feeling that something with the way the auto-storage operated was - off. Caprica´s reasons could be discussed in depth later, this was something nearly essential.

True, only Sixes could access the data in this subsystem of the great Data-Stream, but the Stream had already been there, when the first Sixes had been made. As a Six Natalie was no stranger to manipulation, on the contrary, so she thought about the way the system operated.

When she had sniffed a bit around in the stream, she was shocked. It was everything on storage, yes, but some data was archived in a "strange" manner, so it was conveniently easy to overlook. It was so obvious, that no one to this day had found out. The Sixes would need to have a long and secret talk, as soon as possible!

But who was responsible and who could and should be informed? The Eights came to be even after the Sixes, so they might become allies. But every line which came before could have done this.

But Natalie found a trump. While she could not be sure about the Twos as a whole for now, there was a Leoben with influence on his brothers and more, with such strange goals for the conflict with the humans, that he surely could not be into this - this manipulation!

And she had the perfect topic to pull him in. When Natalie found him in his room meditating she spoke. "Brother, we have to talk a bit. Tell me about Kara Thrace."