When the Cylons attacked the Twelve Colonies of Kobold, humanity's greatest achievements had been burned away in a cataclysmic torrent of flame.

There were survivors however: a handful of civilian ships who managed to escape the destruction unscathed, and eight battlestars—remnants of the ragtag response fleet the colonies mustered up to counter the unforgiving attack. These vast warships, having failed in their duty to protect humanity's colonies from the Cylon invasion, dedicated their existence to guiding the last members of the human race safely through the pitch-black void that is space.

Ever pursued by a massive group of basestars with orders to end the battlestar threat and eliminate the civilian population with extreme prejudice, the relatively small group of spacecraft makes its way to a "fortress world" where it is rumored that other survivors have settled. This place of fortitude and safety (should it exist) may be grounds for a ruthless counterattack should there be additional battlestars moored at this world.

Despite their beliefs, the Colonials know not what fate holds for them, as the universe is vast and ever changing...

Kind of a skimpy intro. Anyway, welcome to Survival of the Lambs! Just a heads up: this fanfic does twists some events around. As you should already know, there are eight battlestars instead of our lone wolf favorite, Galactica. Don't worry, she's in there too. Some characters have been deleted, while some characters had to be created to make the story flow.

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