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500 BCE

Morgan Le Fay appears before Zeus. "You know what you have been doing is just as wrong as our Ori Brethren are doing, no matter how noble your intentions."

Hera interrupts, "How so? We do not interfere with their daily lives. We respect them as sentient beings."

Morgan continues, "For now. Do you not realize the magnitude of this atrocity? They WORSHIP you as gods. This is just like what the Goa'uld are doing elsewhere in the galaxy. Just because you treat your worshippers well, that doesn't mean the damage isn't already done. How long before a zealot changes that into mandatory worship? Just. Like. The. ORI!"

Zeus, "Hera, I have been having these thoughts myself. We need to distance ourselves from the mortals. The only solution I can think of is to have them make a mass exodus of Kobol. If we want this population of humans to flourish as well as their Earthly brethren seem to be doing, we must distance our influence to myths and legends."

Athena, visibly shaken, "I agree, and much to my shame I may have been the worst offender of our group. Telling myself I was the bringer of civilization. All I have done is stunted their growth, by handing it to them. They need to learn to do things on their own, just as our ancestors did. When they leave, I will still go with them, but as a normal human."

Zeus, mortified by the self-incrimination presented by Athena, "If that is your wish, I will sadly see that it is done. To save you pain, I will erase your memory so that you will think that you were always as you are."

So, the 12 tribes began preparations that their Lords commanded so that they would search out new worlds to colonize. With them went a woman named Minerva, but the Lords of Kobol mourned her, for she was Athena.

2000 YEARS AFTER THE FOUNDING OF THE COLONIES, ON ARMISTICE STATION.

Major Andrew Boxman hates this duty.

"I've been the Armistice Duty Officer three years now. I think Lords of Kobol hate me. "

He straightens up his desk with family pictures. Admiring his son Alex. Secretly enjoying the fact everybody calls him Boxy. It was his nickname in school as well. His wife picture catches his eye.

"I know Honey. He is growing so fast. I wish you could see him. It's been 5 years, but I still miss you every day. I will be spending quality time with you today, though. The Cylons NEVER co….."

Major Boxman is startled to hear the clank of the airlock on the Cylon side. In strides two Centurions. At least he thinks they are Centurions. They look a little different, though. Suddenly a young lady comes in at a half run.

"My name is Zoe Greystone. I need to talk to your High Command, NOW!"

ATTN All Fleet Units

Imminent Cylon attack expected. If possible, you need to disable the Command Navigation Program installed in your systems. Say again. Disable the Command Navigation Program.

Unfortunately, that was too late for most of the Fleet. One battlegroup led by the Pegasus was able to comply only by having not implemented the CNP in the first place. She managed to gather the surrounding vessels that were also unaffected and made straight for the Cylon Homeworld. Fleet had known its location for years but decided not to bother them. Now was the time to say hello.

The resulting action destroyed all "life," if you wanted to call Cylons alive, on the planet. Once confirmation of the destruction of the Colonies, Rear Admiral Helena Cain decided to gather her survivors and retreat to the void. She truly believed that the Pegasus and her other surviving group were all that was left of Humanity. Luckily, she encountered a small civilian fleet. Many were sublight only ships. She decided to take all survivors and supplies onto her seven vessels. Hopefully, they will find someplace to call home.

1998, THE FLEET FINDS EARTH

"Coming out of that final jump was rough. Galactica is in rough shape," Commodore Adama thought. "I am glad we came across the other warships a few years ago. Pity that Rear Admiral Helena Cain was killed in action in the last battle with the Cylon Remnants. She always joked that I was a better figurehead than her." We've come a long way. Much of the fleet is in surprisingly good shape. Galactica and the Greystone are notable exceptions, but still spaceworthy. That is thanks in part to the manufacturing capabilities of the Pegasus.

"Colonel Tigh, give me a status report on the Fleet."

"All vessels are accounted for, sir. Even that old Cylon Basestar of Commander Greystone is in better shape than we are. I sure hope we are….."

"DRADIS contact! Bearing 006 by 045. In orbit around the target planet."

"Colonel, alert the Fleet. Are they Cylons? I was hoping we finished them off."

"Not sure, sir. I don't think so, though. Too small. About the size of a Valkyrie."

"Alright, inform the Fleet, Battle Stations. Launch fighters."

Colonel repeats orders, then nearly as quickly, "All Ready Vipers launched. Pegasus, Zeus, and Athena report their first wave is launched. The Daniel Greystone reports Raiders launched"

"Excellent, let's see who we are dealing with."

Lieutenant Gaeta replies, "Sir! I think they are launching fighters. Wait! Incoming message."

"Put it on speaker Lieutenant."

"Intruders, this is Lord Apophis. You will leave this system before I annihilate you."

"Colonel Tigh. Please inform the Fleet. Weapons Hot, Fire when ready."

Notes on this chapter:

The encounter with Apophis' ships takes place during Season 2 Episode 1, The Serpent's Lair. SG-1 has just escaped their holding cell with Bra'tac's help.