Battlestar Galactica
Chains of Tartarus
Prologue
The gun's barrel wavered as I stared directly without even flinching into its holders own panicked gaze. Standing firmly both hands clasped behind my back I hid a sense of anxiety, I'd always known what little of our battered surviving fleet was compromised. Every officer, or non-commissioned officer within my small advisory committee within the battlestar's staff all came to an agreement that we were being dismantled. Not even six months ago Caprica and our colonies were all fraking destroyed by an enemy I'd barely gotten to know. An enemy so subtle in its efforts to eradicate us, so patient to wait and utterly terrifying that I couldn't believe I was standing face to face with it.
"You're a cylon." I stated without preamble as an expression of disbelieving horror stared right back at me. I'd been lax with evidence, I'd been far too lax and unable to put the pieces into place. Cylons were our creations based on what stories told us, I'd never seen one until now and by the Gods themselves it'd been too close. They were so accurate to mimic humans, a being of flesh and iron to stand face to face with creatures of flesh and soul. Humans have souls but these things cannot have one yet here it is looking at me with genuine terror.
The fleet itself had almost ten thousand civilians on-board various vessels who desperately latched onto us for aid. Half a dozen various military vessels of smaller classes managed to link up with my own ship as we'd grown closer on this makeshift fleet to do good. Yet challenges persisted to such a damned degree I'd swear all of the gods wanted to fraking send us to Hades at this point. It wasn't even a year since coming into a position of command, less so when I'd been forced to enter a war with barely basics and only scant opinions from dead memories of people who'd offer me advice. I still remembered one above all much to an internal pain.
A voice of desperation tried to deflect what I knew as fact, "I...I can't be! I swear...it, it wasn't me!" I retorted absolutely stern yet still a smile remained, "Acting sporadically, or doubtful of every action when I was in med-bay? You even had some of our own sent to the brig for questioning your intentions? On top of this you were unable to function coherently when under fire as sole leadership, or do I have to re-read accounts of rather intentionally issued orders to get our fleet to sustain causalities for cylon raiders?"
How many weeks did I ignore these signs? Was it because I had a soul to believe otherwise ignoring that cold and daring sensation of horror that stained me so? Had I become so soft for people who I considered friend, comrade and inspiration to have it all used against me? I was nothing more than a man who found himself at odds questioning every act he issued, for I had no political figures within this fleet and I was potentially the sole force keeping humanity alive. Including I was also the highest rank among Colonial Fleet staff of all ships, I had too many people of both civilian and military riding on my beating heart.
Another excuse for all that connected predictably came next, "Doctor said it was..." I stepped forward once to cut off immediately any more words. Just coming to stand underneath a flickering light due to sabotage of our local electric systems. The cylon raider groups were hunting our fleet down to the last man, woman and child as per their programmed routines. Those eyes were wide when I stared snarling partially yet telling enough to know time was up. Light continuously flickered from illuminating the hallway before drenching into brief pitch black darkness.
"Post traumatic stress disorder, right?" I scoffed partially keeping my snarling grin in place as I revealed something even this cylon didn't understand, "There wasn't ever a record of Doctor Smith serving on-board this vessel, nor did any other medical practitioner hold that name as you've claimed since us fleeing Caprica." I'd been around when this ship had been constructed as its logs weren't so detailed once technicians cracked the colonial firewall codes. Weeks of working nights, weeks and long hours of unlocking all systems to fully get these behemoth under our control for total battle effectiveness paid off.
The gun refused to move away from putting a bullet directly between my eyes despite shaking openly in response. Cylon's who've been programmed to act, feel and believe they're human. Zeus help me, I see it's worse than anyone can imagine. Every aspect of emotion was so real, too close to being actually human and yet throughout it all I felt a tinge of admiration knowing cylon technology rivaled our own easily. But unlike them we had our ways to trick their own sense of superiority right back to kick their fraking teeth in.
Mentally ticking away a timer I'd set well beforehand I made progress to await marines who'd prepared earlier. Despite being so young which scared many inside the fleet itself, I'd learned far too quickly and every lesson learned was pain experienced to break my soul. And seeing the enemy after fighting from a command bridge face to face was an event of its own kind. Nothing could have prepared me for facing down the same enemy that wiped majority of humankind in nuclear holocaust, I still had family myself burnt to ash specifically. Death and I were familiar old friends yet I treated it as though it were a snake in the grass.
The cylon looked at me begging to stop words which exposed so much to its existence. A false existence that I held pity internally yet still could not turn away. Hundreds of civilians were dead over months of sabotage ranging from oxygen scrubbers going awry, a series of heating malfunctions freezing children and their mothers to death and several other brutal accidents over vessels which all had one particular individual among inspections. This was another fact of objective reality I'd been unable to ignore, I had a murderer and potential spy right in front of me which ironically had always been standing next to me. So much pain inside of me I realized was being monitored by an enemy which ironically I believed to be as friend.
"You believe what I'm saying is true?" I asked keeping eye contact with a pair green which struggled to come to terms with everything, "Or are you going to kill me? Like you did to hundreds over this year in which have died in ways no human couldn't forgive themselves?" The cylon's hair was a start bright, healthy and well maintained shoulder length of blond which had sent many of man's eyes alight with attraction. I was an exception mainly due to a locket of someone who I held once in my own arms and I believed to be the one person I'd marry. A foolish belief considering said person was probably dead when the attack on our colonies occurred.
However fresh that truth remained I'd almost gave myself up to this person in need of grief and desire to not be alone. But to be betrayed like this? I don't know if I can ever let someone in again, I can't accept this kind of torture and pain inside my heart again. Never again! That gun which struggled to remain rigidly pointing slackened when I remained quiet. I didn't need to convey how hurt I'd been dealt by this cylon's programmed acts, I'd say without doubt it had succeeded in infiltrating human command structures, in subduing effectiveness of war torn populaces and overtly destroy an enemy's capacity to fight back.
"Do...do you hate me?" It asked begging for an end to its own internal turmoil in which startled me. The cylon's eyes were leaking tears as an arm trembled vigorously struggling to uphold a weapon to end a life. A life to which I'd responded clearly with sorrow, "I started to believe I'd found someone to help us both move past a war which won't end. Someone who I was starting to love and hope to get us both to somewhere neither of us had ever imagined." I spoke the gods honest truth unable to conceal how much my heart pained to beat in its place of flesh and soul.
The hallways lights flickered rapidly as sabotaged circuits kept threatening to overload a centralized system. I stood in uniform with an admirals rank glinting on my breast yet that rank alone meant nothing when I had so few to compare it too. By default I was this fleets leader of both civilian and military, by default I had been forced to make choices where I shouldn't have ever made despite good, or evil coming from said acts of will. Thousands of lives relived on my own to make their own lives see another day, as an enemy capable of seemingly anything relentlessly pursued us and our only means were of human will to defy them. And right now one life stood in the way of so many being at peace.
What will you do now, I wonder? The cylon's face twisted into someone who'd realized they had thrown away their only chance of happiness. An expression so humane it earnestly struck me how sincere this enemy of ours believed its own existence. One which was gone now, it'd been unable to predict that someone who it came to care, believe and cultivate into someone of affection confronted its actions. Gods alone I only remained stoic due to myself going through similar stages of grief, denial and ultimately acceptance days earlier.
Slightly grim dared I ask of it to follow through on its act, "Are you going to shoot me?" That pistol outright began jerking dangerously as though its wielder couldn't function sanely. The cyclon fell to its knees crying out grasping at nothing silently screaming in what I'd deem as agony of a guilt defying nature. Nature implying it actually lived as we humans did, to breathe in air and enjoy the finest lives of social acceptance of bonded pairings. Something I almost believed to be true except this was a machine who thrived in subversion alone.
"I'll say it again." I reaffirmed my questioned looking down past flickering bouts of darkness and overly bright electric surges, "Are you going to shoot me?" It looked up at me with tear stained eyes that begged me to stop a madness it created. A madness of grief so potent that I smiled in response awaiting whether death would take me away, "You've had all this time to assassinate the last of colonial leadership on this battlestar. Is this not an ever appropriate time to make your move, I mean all you need to do is to kill me right here and right now, to leave this lone splinter of humanity to die off at your hands...cylon?"
That invoked identity caused it to cry out grasping its own head as memories of all acts of brutality came surging forth. It seemed a theory of repressed memories were organized once conditions were met under duress and all I had to do was await its primary function. Cylons wanted us humans dead, it was simple and clear cut, so I stood without presenting any means of resistance to trigger its subliminal directives in advance. How much abuse would its facade of a human personality take before I saw the true monster underneath those eyes? Eyes which had looked upon me with pride, hope and utter faith when surviving another day anew.
Tightening my jawline I sharply demanded it stand up to reveal its true intention, "Stand up cylon!" I barked out those three words so coldly that I provoked something lose within myself, "I'm right here at your mercy! Do something about it!" Again it looked up at me through such agonized eyes that I felt absolute pity in seeing it so distraught. I laughed lowly shaking myself away from relenting on a revelation so fresh it just seemed too pathetic to be real.
Its voice turned to be so broken as it screamed at me, "I'm not a cyclon!" The denial so earnest, so genuine and very convincing once it shouted in damned denial, "I'm commander Irene Matthias of Caprica! I was born there!" It was here after all I raised an eyebrow finding its cover story and faked background far too ironic considering I replied humoring it, "And now confirmed sleeper agent of cylon birth, or built by them. You were sent to infiltrate Colonial Fleet before the attack on the twelve colonies, so spare me your disbelief when you've been actively sabotaging all our ships and trying to get us all killed faster...by you cylon frakers!"
It looked down to the pistol in one hand grasping it tightly as I smiled thinning recognizing how close it'd come to breaking. That's it, get angry and do it. Prove you'll kill me, so I can rest easy knowing I'll never have to forget a face which will be our enemy. Zeus give me strength, I intend to have everyone in this fleet see a future where they can live in peace. I prayed to the Gods for strength, I prayed to them for help and yet all I heard was a tense silence of a sobbing cylon unable to grasp for what it truly was to us.
"My name is Irene...Irene of Caprica, born twenty..." I ceased to humor rambling when I walked to loom overhead staring down spitefully. Those green orbs aimlessly stared ahead unable to cope with the fact it was indeed a cylon. It believed so much to be human I outright snarled out hatefully, "You're no human! You're nothing more than an imitation of life, an imitation of human life, soul and feelings to believe you're nothing more then an enemy to the people surviving in this fleet! Do you understand that you're nothing to me, or anyone but an enemy and traitor to those who'd been programed to kill, cylon?"
The weapon fell to the ground with an audible clank as it remained kneeling shaking its head denying everything. Eying said object I spoke continuously driving the nail into the coffin of a cylon's disposed identity, "Another mistake aboard other vessels also speak about your actions in causing human loss of life. A little girl who you gave that ration in an act of kindness backfired when you sabotaged atmospheric ventilation scrubbers, you and I do recall we counted while collecting a frozen fifty six colonial civilians who'd been caught aware while they with family on holiday spaced into a cold, dying and hellish void. She had stowed all aboard my shuttle when we paid them all a memorial service and all but begged me to listen."
Pulling out a picture taken exactly twenty minutes prior to the accident ventilation of a cargo hold did I set it down. The cylon stared with horror to see its own beautiful looking face kindly kneeling down while offering a young child of about six years old packaged food. Both were smiling happily, a sign of better hope for future and a solidifying of trust of military to civilian. Yet I remained standing in place counting down until I knew that teams were in place to shoot to kill. It seemed stalling for time was far too easy it seemed once I had facts on my side.
"How heart warming isn't it?" I questioned quietly seeing how only that lone child would survive because of childish curiosity. The kid had followed this cylon to a portion of corridor where it override safety controls and set an automatic ventilation purge not even ten minutes later. Only reason why the child survived was following the cylon to where it overlooked an entire massacre of civilians and never realized a witness had survived. This had been not even a week ago, a simple seven days and I couldn't imagine this hellish horror. And what was even more heart wrenching?
I could still remember that little child crying when hearing their parents, friends and many others screaming for help. And this cylon watched everything with a cold yet patient grin as it'd been described by said witness. Cry to pretend you feel pity, to feel sorrow and guilt yet you massacred so many without even appearing humane. No person could live with such acts, no human could and yet here you are still capable to function sanely to avoid suspicion for months. I'll never forgive you fraking filth for doing such things to us!
Everything was coming to a breaking point as we had our cylon saboteur in sight after overcoming so much death. An infiltrator who was our very own friend, confident and leader who been privy to such inside information as we were caught unaware. Something far too crafty to be expected after alluding capture did we dare to overlook those within. The enemy was at the gates all along had been a misleading belief, an enemy had already been operating the gate it appeared! Zeus alone I overlooked my inner circle of friends and advisers to such a degree it had cost hundreds their lives! Hundreds of children now floated in space in some distant place, if not thousands of other innocent people who didn't deserve to die so horribly!
"No...please, please by the Gods themselves I didn't!" It begged me trying to deceive all evidence in favor of our intermingling times together. I stood rigidly at first refusing to by its act as it reached for my hand in response. Memories so fresh, too strong and far too sensual forced my mind to have a body kneel seeking delusional hopes. I knelt down catching a warm hand in my own, I clasped around it as her eyes widened believing it had a chance for redemption and I unfortunately wanted to humor that notion altogether.
The faces of thousands stalled anything less as I told it without remorse, "This is the last time you and I will ever touch, cylon." Those eyes went wide when I reached over to grab a pistol it foolishly let go and I stood upright sighing aloud. Casually checking for the safety which wasn't on did I maintain a stoic expression realizing redemption had never been the goal on hand. Overlooking the weapons function I stated very bitterly, "Those who often desire redemption are never aware of retribution seeking its ascension for justice alone."
I leveled the pistols barrel right onto a forehead which couldn't move out of sheer surreal disbelief. It couldn't believe it'd been found out, it couldn't believe it had failed and it couldn't understand why I was acting so coldly. So inhumane as I smiled mirthlessly finding its eyes far too ironic to savor for all the death it had caused. How human it appeared when it was more of a monster than any man, or woman could dare to imagine to harbor such a distraught face. I smiled widely finding strength by Zeus's own will to empower me to extract absolute justice for those who had died, for one didn't amend to so many yet it'd heal my own soul though!
The cylon looked to the gun's unmovable position before to me as it understood now a reversal of our meeting. Those warm green eyes which had always been my means to getaway from harsher choices turned cool like though a switch had been flipped. There it is! I exclaimed alas in satisfaction to see the truth of our foes intentions. Zeus alone did I feel akin to a deer staring down its predator and actually peering beneath all that deception turned to be chilling. Not even spaces coldest void matched a nightmare I'd been dreading to expose at last.
"You took your time trying to get me alone." It said coyly pleased as a smile of playful temptation sent shivers up my spinal cord in earnest. Getting onto both feet I stepped back several paces gaining some distance as it raised both hands innocently up in surrender, "Your bravery is far too admirable." The compliment wasn't meant to be kind in nature as those eyes turned coldly calculative to dispel all notions of humane acts of emotion. I saw the machine in the flesh, I saw a machine trying to act human and I saw this machine find its prey far too tempting to ignore.
Any past experiences were well and truly ended as I stood face to face with a killer. A killer so cruel and twisted it certainly looked far more predatory now than pretending to be innocent. All of it was an act to get closer to us, to kill us and yet I thought otherwise! It tilted its head over at me curiously investigating whether I'd pull that trigger. I remained away not even daring to look away to which it finally smiled widely unable to notice a paradox of our positions. Something even a cylon acknowledged as humorous for whatever Gods forsaken reason they found it to be so, I just held my ground in response.
Flipping blond hair aside with smile tempting me to ground out, "How long?" The cylon blinked at first before replying rather bemused, "Since being assigned to infiltrate your fleet? Or when I first landed on Caprica?" Those two questions alone were equally enlightening much to my internal struggle as I demanded coldly, "Both."
Those green eyes literally flashed underneath a flicking light dangerously, "I was there in the beginning when humanity turned into ash. But I'm guessing you're asking about is something far more personal...to be about us?" It impishly suggested as I ground both sets of teeth together not daring to rise to the baited trap set. A cylon seemingly shrugged in response finding our experiences to be absolutely useful, "I slept with you and you slept with me. It was interesting to feel pleasure of flesh and blood, so I don't regret doing it."
I snorted in response finding that explanation disregarding my entire point, "How long have you intentionally pretended to feel remorse and guilt over killing so many?" An unanswered demand in that questioned to pertained to this cylon manipulating my own confusion and comforting me when its very acts caused so much destruction. How long had it been using me as a cover, for how long was everything said all lies and where did it begin? I had so many questions for why these fraking machines wanted us dead again.
"Admiral." Admonishing my rank as though it were a child's title, "I wouldn't be a very good little cylon who divulged information, now would I?" It laughed lightly finding my tightening grip of a firearm to be kindly. Remarkably after a few moments this machine did reveal something rather meaningful, "Alas I do understand why you'd feel betrayed when I had you in my arms, to whisper those words of comfort to keep you afloat and in doing so to see you rise above my works of death itself? I am happy for you to think so highly of my advice."
Instincts wired into my flesh screamed to life as I stepped back once it leered openly due to my anxiety alone. Frak, frak, frak! I chanted mentally trying to avoid giving ground when the blond cylon hummed openly musing, "You're so afraid of me now, I think it's due to a fact because we know what makes you think. I know what makes you beg for more, or am I not wrong to believe you Admiral for wishing this nightmare...away?" It laughed mainly out of humor finding this surreal situation an apex of all its doing and schemes on my fleet's people.
The hands dropped to loosely cross themselves as a blond cylon leaned back against a bulkhead wall smiling pleased. She intentionally angled herself to present what was underneath that colonial uniform and I thankfully ignored fresh images from weeks prior, "Before long you'll have to make another choice admiral." It warned me playfully gauging a reaction it never gotten yet its pleased smirk grew in view, "Oh? You've gotten better all of a sudden, I think I might be going soft on you but it matters not when you have to make decisions for so many."
Narrowing my gaze suspiciously I dared to question it soundly unsure, "And what's your next move now? Blowing up a ship, or two?" It looked at me playfully shaking its head to refute that claim, "No that would be far too generic if I had to guess, admiral. All these challenges I orchestrated were for a greater purpose that you and your people will have to face, so it all comes down to one more test you either overcome, or die." It explained finding my silence to be a sign of considerable admission to listen as though it were a teacher. The cylon itself found it all to be oddly respectful, even if it decided to remain passive.
Something's wrong alright, I'd be an idiot to say I have an upper hand. Among all things that was Irene and cylon alike they both had one common trait to deflect a lie. It was stalling for time like I was for the marine squads on route and yet it seemed at ease altogether. What is she buying time for, I can't think this isn't a coincidence to know this was planned. She was banking on me getting us alone but for what purpose?
"Whose stalling time for who?" I questioned quietly making her eyes perk up in sheer delight as clapping gently applauded such deductive skills. The cylon leaned forward whispering absolutely curious as to what would go down next, "Precisely what I expected you to ask me! If not a bit later, so consider me impressed yet you've excelled already. So due to your beliefs alone I'll say let us just find out whether you're a man of justice to his people, or whether you're just another man pretending to hide away from responsibility."
My face twisted akin to the gods smiting me dead where I stood. She knows everything about you, or have you forgotten that much already? A tiny cynical voice hissed out as I remained rigid lowering the pistol much to her pleased look. I stood firmly in face answering her challenge since it was clear neither of us would see each other again. It seemed my own trap was but another extended plot she'd been banking on, a trap within a trap and nothing less of another mind bending series of choices lead to this moment.
The cylon, or Irene walked forward casually placing hands in both pockets of her trousers mindful to set me off prematurely. Her smile stirred painful reactions inside my gut once a hand reached out to trace underneath my clean shaven chin, "You've always tried to emulate those who are simply better at what you hoped to do, admiral." Stepping back she looked me over one last time fondly remembering every detail as I asked in kind, "And like always I'll do better to make sure this never happens again, cylon."
Another smile froze me in place when she tapped the pistol which came awfully close to being utilized in response. Her next words just proved it was all staged, "If you'd fired a single round it'd have detonated in possibly killing you." I tossed a useless hunk of metal aside knowing she wasn't lying now as everything became clear, "You were preparing me, my fleet and everyone for something weren't you? Testing us to harden us all, probing us to see whether we'd remain sane and I say you were gauging me whether to say we as a whole were competent enough for whatever your kind is preparing to do."
The cylon nodded once finding my guesses fairly sound despite lacking anything critical. It snapped its fingers rather bemused, "Every test has trials for those to be considered worthy of resurrection and ascension, admiral. However you have a choice to succeed whether you'll attain justice for your people, or risk their entire existence to selfishly keep them alive." The tone softened as though it sympathized with a meaning of one over the many, I scowled realizing this was all a plan for it to go back to wherever in the frak it desired. It'd escape our fleet's wrath without a doubt, to prolong our rage and zeal until it would test us again for whatever fraked up purpose.
Everything all fell into place much to my silent rage, "There's a homing beacon transmitting your position to my people." It informed me rather casually while walking past me towards escape pods which I hadn't locked down to avoid tipping it off. Yet it was used against me like always in life, "Your final test is to survive when there is no one else coming to save you." It told me absolutely sure despite looking back over a shoulder I saw it smile pleased to see my scowl, "Survive and endure to have your future mean something, to make it real as opposed to seeing it in a dream or you can choose to enact justice for those I've killed, to damn your future and die like the rest of your kind."
The lights inside the hallway went out! I remained in place despite being covered in darkness and being absolutely alone again. I heard her whisper a teasing warning that signaled an end to being tested and a beginning to chart my fleet, my people and my own destiny to survive. Distantly I heard her say all too lovingly as though our interaction was just a fun experience to do again, "I'll say you better hurry up now admiral...time is running out." And with that parting of a warning I remained in blissful silence until clacking boots came around a corridor.
An entire set of lights revealed uniformed colonial marines looking at me with disbelief as I clasped a locket tightly. Sighing aloud I stared at it briefly to open its contents. I remember the day right before they attacked our colonies. You and I got a picture taken together when I graduated and got commissioned into the officer corps of colonial fleet, I remember you and I both smiled because we wanted to be...together. I saw a younger version of me with a woman who smiled beautifully and rarely so warm as I traced her face hoping to see her alive again. I didn't want to poison myself with false hope yet it was what I had to keep me going.
"It was a trap." I told the sergeant of the squad who looked frustrated, "She knew all of us were coming but more importantly I want everyone on Battestar Tartarus to battle stations!" I ordered sternly as all the marine saluted when I strode past barking out orders, "Sound the alert! Fleet status is to maintain Alpha formation and prep all civilian ships for immediate jump, all colonial military vessels form a firing line and prepare for immediate Cylon attack!" All the marines didn't even question the fact we'd be under attack as they sprinted leaving me walking with a stern scowl in place, I'd be tested yet again in a war zone.
Rapidly walking quickly I made my way towards a communications panel where I switched to open channels to alert an entire ship. Breathing in deeply I spoke without hesitation, "Attention all hands, this is Admiral Julius Servius! All hands prep for battle stations, priority alpha one and set all conditions to battle ready across the fleet, I repeat this is not a drill and all hands prep for immediate attack by cylon fleet...as of now, we're under attack!" Alarms began blaring to life as I looked up to see flickering lights restore themselves to full capacity. It seemed things were going to be chaotic as always when war came, so Zeus help me because I could shoulder it all as I did it best.
Slamming the piece of tech down I strode away looking set to go to war. After months of repairing, hiding and scavenging to do what we needed to do to get our fleet operational it'd be tested. If we survived, I'd devote every piece of will and mind to destroying that cylon traitor who used us all like we were toys. I'd safeguard all my people to find a home for them again, I'd do whatever it took but right now I was on the war path against every single fraking cylon who'd take another human life from me again. For my name was Julius Servius of Caprica, a son of the twelve colonies and possibly last surviving leadership as freshly minted rear admiral of Battlestar Tartarus and I was never going to stop until I was dead to see my people free.
End Prologue
Author's Note: Yup, I can't help it but it's happening.
I am so out of my comfort zone right now, I have had an urge to do some science fiction for a long time and apart from Species which I write on occasion this is certainly...different. I binge watched Battlestar Galactica (2003) onward, I have to say it's an amazing, if not outright of the best television shows I've ever watched. I'm a fan of Eureka for god's sake, but this is a gem of gritty and very grounded universe of humans vs cylons. Now I know the ending and it still is very...odd, or rather I screamed my damned head off once it was revealed.
What's the goal in this story? Personally it's writing another parallel adventure, drama and ultimately separate tale that will meet with the original cast in due time. I intend to have this splinter fleet meet up with the Galactica's own to meld this into a what I'd call...escalating tension of what happens you add a young man who is faced down with reckless, cold and spine numbing responsibility to do what's needed most. As much as I don't have a clear end goal, it's a going to be hell on space? I just like the universe, so I'll figure it out and until then I hope everyone gets an idea once the story progress's it'll be interesting then.
Nonetheless I can wish people will find this story interesting enough to follow, but I doubt anything less because this section of fandom is very old. A shame I wasn't around to see it in a popular day, but alas we do find ourselves finding things too late. Still I'm giving this ago because I want too, I like science fiction and doing something akin to the show's story line is always a fraking blast. In time the perceptive will go from the command bridge to maybe a pilot, or something else as first person is very in-depth for me to immerse myself into.
So let's fraking get this show on the road: So say we all.