This is my fanfic, set around the fictional Battlestar Telmaya, well it isn't called that yet, but soon.

I will be changing the timeline, to an extent. New Caprica isn't settled. But other than that I will try to be as faithful as possible within my story anyway. I am going to be taking a lot of license.

Kendra Shaw from 'Razor' is now an 18 year old cadet on the new ship and Sheba Cain from the old series and Serina also from the old series are here to.

For the events of 'Razor' just imagine that someone did what Shaw did.

Chapter 1- Day of Reckoning

A black sea of space with its islands of stars and planets. That was the ocean through which the Battlestar Aristotele travelled. In looks she was near identical to her sister the Battlestar Pegasus, the Mercury class Battlestar under Rear Admiral Cain.

But unlike her powerful sister she wasn't a warship.

She was training ship.

In the beginning she was meant to be a full Battlestar like the others but with cut backs in the fleet's budget she was stripped of most of her great weapons before even being launched.

At the same time at the Colonial Military Academy, their old Stampede class cruiser which they used to teach the cadets about life onboard a military vessel, gave up the ghost and succumbed to old age.

So the big wigs at fleet command had a brain storm, why not use the partially complete Battlestar, who hadn't even been named yet as the new Academy training ship. Completed her fitting of essential systems, life support, propulsion, sensors and limited defensive turrets. Equipped with old Star Viper class 3's to give their pilots some viper training as well as a few old raptors. And she was ready for use at the school. She was given the name Aristotele after the famous philosopher.

Taking a crew of 3000 cadets with 7 instructors acting as officers from the academy, the ship's commander was Commodore Reggie Willis, the principle of the academy and an old veteran of the past wars.

Occasional training cruises around safe and empty areas of space, proved boring but useful and more realistic to the cadets than an old bucket that was more breaking down than anything else, breeding generations of engineers as the cadets spent most of their time keeping the ship running or fixing it when it broke down frequently.

It was on one of these training runs that the Training Star Aristotele received its first mission, before it and its crew were changed forever, and before their metamorphosis began.

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"So let me get this straight. We've been sent on a cargo run" said eighteen year old Kendra Shaw, one of a circle of friends that pretty much ruled the school in terms of ability and skill at what ever they did.

She and her friends from the academy sat around a table in the crowded mess, trying to enjoy their down time. There were four of them, three girls, and one boy. There was usually another guy named Suspa Huin, who was training to be a marine, but he had returned to Tauron on leave to see his family.

"Pretty much, yeah. First we go to the depot on Tallos and pick up equipment and materials and transport them to the Scorpion Shipyards for the Pegasus refit" replied her best friend and boyfriend Seth Trakiss. He was the best student at the academy and the leader of the little gang. He was tall at the age of 19 at 5ft 11 with a black crew cut and muscled body, but not garishly so.

"I can't see why they just don't use regular cargo ships for this. Why pick us?" came from Serina, a trainee Viper pilot that hailed from Caprica. Her long brown hair that had blond highlights and soft face, did not hint at her hard as nails nature, but she still had a compassionate side to her that she shared with those who needed it.

"Because my dear Serina, with that new colony that's being set up on the moon Tiberus, most of the regular cargo ships are being sent there to give them equipment and supplies while they are setting up. That means less ships available for the colonies needs and even less for the military" Seth answered, sighing at her comment. While Serina could fly rings around anyone at the academy, even the instructors, she didn't keep up with current events.

"Well at least it's actually a mission" Said Sheba Cain, the daughter of Rear Admiral Cain who against all expectations had become an engineer/pilot rather than a command officer like her mother.

"Yes, I suppose, but I still resent us being treated like a freighter for the record" Kendra responded huffing and crossing her arms.

"Oh Kendra you'll never change will you?" Seth said pulling her into his lap. Their friends rolled their eyes at the two's antics. These two often missed classes at the academy so they could go off and snog in some cupboard even more sometimes, making up for the missed lessons in their own time.

"You bet I won't. And you love it right" Kendra whispered huskily as she ran her hand along his face and broke her frown with a sultry grin. Lowering her lips onto his, they began their regular games of tonsil hockey in front of everyone in the mess. But since they were seen doing it so often no-one batted an eye lid.

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The Aristotele moved through region of space known as the Roswelt zone, named after Andy Roswelt, who charted it and found that it was a region of space that contained absolutely nothing. But this area was the quickest route between Tallos and Caprica, so that was the route they took.

In CIC, the Grey-haired Commodore Reggie Willis stood in a calm way while the officers and crew went about their tasks. The positions of executive officer, flight leader (head of the Viper squadrons onboard), chief engineer, CAG, Flight Control co-coordinator (the person who handled ships in the hanger) and chief medical officer were held by his instructors from the academy while the rest of the tasks onboard ship were handled by the cadets under the officers supervision. His thoughts wandered to his third officer, a cadet at the honorary rank of colonel named Seth Trakiss. He'd had some reservations about putting him in a position of authority.

Flashback…Commodore's Office

Commodore Willis sat at his desk going through the various reports from both the ship and school. He wanted to put a command track cadet in a position were he could in a sense liaise between the cadets and officers and take some of the slack off of the officers. There was a candidate for the job, but he was unsure as to whether he was a good risk.

The door bell sounded and Reggie looked up

"Come in" he responded

The door opened and a tall young cadet with short black hair at almost 6ft tall came in and stood in front of the desk. He saluted

"You asked to see me, Commodore" Seth Trakiss said in an even voice, his face a mask of no emotion.

"Yes cadet. You've probably heard that I'm taking Aristotele on a training cruise and I'm bringing you on board" Willis said to the cadet standing in front of his desk.

"Yes sir, I'll be on board as soon as possible sir. Was there anything else?"

"Yes, I was just going through your file and quite frankly I find you interesting, cadet. Top marks in virtually all your classes, well liked amongst the trainees and competent in field training situations. But also several marks for discipline problems, missed classes, arguments with tutors in field exercises. Very opposite ends of the spectrum. So cadet, what are you here for?"

"Sir?" Seth asked

"Why did you come to the academy cadet? What your goals and aims?" Willis clarified

"I want to command my own Battlestar one day sir. That's my dream. After that settle down raise a family. Those are my goals sir"

"Well clear goals, I'll give you that. Do any of you family serve in the military?"

"No sir. My family run a farm on Aries, they wanted me to stay and run the farm but I had other plans"

"Do you still speak to them?"

"No sir, they washed their hands of me after I left sir. My brothers stayed to manage the farm, their real sons." Seth said with some sarcasm

"But how do you expect to get a Battlestar if you argue with your superiors?" Willis asked getting back on track

"Sir, if you give me an order, I will follow it. The only times that I would object is if I saw a flaw in the order or knew a better way."

"Be that as it may, if I gave you an order would you follow it?"

"Yes Sir"

"That's good because I want a cadet as third officer on Aristotele and you're the best candidate. So do want the job?"

"Yes sir"

Willis took a box of rank badges out of his draw and gave it to him "Congratulations Colonel, I want you in full officer uniform and on Aristotele within two hours. Do you have any other ideas about who else to take as well?"

"Yes sir and I assure you these choices were made impartially sir; Cadets Kendra Shaw, Sheba Cain, and Serina sir... their all top scoring cadets sir and some considerable talent in their areas"

"I hope so. As a commander you can't show favouritism. Dismissed"

Seth saluted and walked out of the room, the Commodore wondered if he had made the right choice.

End Flashback

Well the temporally promoted cadet had proved very up to the task at hand, assisting the XO, co-ordinate the crew and made running the ship much easier.

They had picked up the cargo from Tallos and everything was going like clock work, no hiccups.

Then the proximity sensors sounded their warning cry as multiple signatures jumped in. Small contacts, loads of them, dozens.

The shape is not familiar but the ones who had studied the Cylon War of 41 years ago could see similarities between the craft of then and the craft out there now.

Cylon Raiders

Before the crew could react the raiders began to swarm over Aristotele and fire their weapons. The ship shook violently at the impacts.

Conduits exploded

People were thrown from their stations

Fires spread

Areas of the hull ripped open exposing small areas to space, sucking people into the airless void.

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The alarms still sounded and the ship still shook as the enemy hammered away at the stricken ship. In CIC people struggled to operate their stations as systems became increasingly unresponsive. The XO lay on the deck, half of his face blown off by the central console's explosion, the Commodore propped up against the wall unconscious as glass stuck in burnt body. He to had been injured by the exploding consoles.

But there was some order on the bridge.

Seth Trakiss, stood at the FTL station barking orders to the remaining crew, keeping them organized and still fighting while he struggled to get the 'Faster Than Light' Drives working.

Then a distant Cylon Bomber launched two nuclear missiles at Aristotele, the deadly streaming projectiles

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