AN: When talking about hacking earlier, I missed one point, while the AI's can't gain control of the Cylon ships like the Cylons did to the Colonials, they did have enough access to get information, basically they just yanked out info and began to work at translating it to something readable, something far easier. Also while the AI said Kerrigan, it doesn't necessarily mean that it was actually Kerrigan the Cylons had run into, she was just the one in charge of the swarm at that period of time. And another thing is that the Zerg Swarm isn't as dead as the Republic thinks though I'm still trying to decide if I want the Zerg to play a major part in this fic or not.
Also for tech, similar to the Colonials, the Republic's ships seem the same even as time goes on because they maintain the same profiles and controls unless something major happens. For instance the Wraith in these stories has shields and the AI link as well as better weaponry and newer tech than the Wraith in the games. As newer ones are made, they phase out the older models with the newest versions.
A Canister Rifle is the standard long arm of a Ghost, it can fire several types of ammunition such as the Lockdown round and standard Slugs. The Lockdown round disables electronics for a short period if they have the right systems to reboot after being hit (The Cylons don't) and the Slug is a solid version that is mainly used against large but lightly armored targets, the other rounds will be explained as they are used, but they are all rather useful.
So far the races of the Republic that I'm using in this (While currently incomplete) is as follows. First is the Humans (Terrans is the generic term for any of those who came from colonies that aren't under Earths control except the Colonials from BSG), The Protoss who are now a mix between the normal ones and their Dark brethren, the Hunters who are basically Predators from the movies with some changes, and the Saurians who look somewhat like Anthromorphic 'raptors and were a bioengineering project from Earth, though the only survivors of it ended up colonizing a world and losing knowledge of the past in that time.
The Colonial government is a representative based system where each world sends someone to their congress on Terra who vote on matters of importance. The President is the basically the chairman, gaining three votes as opposed to one and is elected by a vote of the congress of all their members, each fleet also sends a representative. Also there is an inner core of twelve who are also voted from the representatives who have two votes each and mainly handle problems in need of immediate answers with the President. Liberty is currently the President and Jimmy and Zeratul are part of the inner core, Jimmy is also in charge of the military for the time being. Though both Liberty and Jimmy are rather old by this point, Raynor is older and in his seventies now, though he's still nowhere near retirement.
Also, there are now two basic kinds of Ghost's, the first is the standard kind from the games, the other is less of a soldier and is trained to help in communications problems and as a sort of Bodyguard for those in first contact situations.
BSGSolaria: I was planning on that happening soon, but even there they would most likely be on the side of the Colonials, genocide is something the Republic would definately stand against with the major exception being against the Zerg. As for the advance base, yeah, that was what I was going for, plus with the addition of the Protoss warping technology, it is far easier to pull off. Also with the AI's and the Cylons, attempting to hack a ships computer is viewed as similar to a home invasion to the AI's, so that is not a good thing for the Cylons.
Deathzealot: First off, as I mentioned earlier in this, the info was something decoded, the Cylons have what amounts to a different OS, though Angel did manage to get some info out of the Cylon databanks, it was a data log that described the encounter.
SHAWN PROVONCHA: Your welcome
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Since before the Zerg War, Saramir base was a small outpost used for refueling of civilian and military craft in the vast gap between the Rylos and the Veril systems, it was a meeting place of all sorts, the military had a minimal presence on the space station, though the system was used occasionally for military training exercises.
It was currently hosting one of those exercises, one of the carriers, the Fenix, was just coming into service for its shakedown flight and crew training. The ships was captained by one of the newer races to join the Republic, a Saurian, and was carrying several of the newer craft that the race had brought into the Republic, though enhanced by the tech of their new nation.
Colonel Tyrona sat in the command chair in the center of the bridge, her tail twitching occasionally in excitement as she watched the stars. She had proved herself worthy of captaining one of the massive ships of the Republic, and she was second in command of the new fleet that surrounded them, only Admiral Jeryn of the Hunters outranked her.
Major Marco Anthony, her first officer, entered the bridge with the morning reports with Sergeant Drakur, the Hunter security chief.
A slight nod to the two signaled that she had noticed their presence, it was what she had used since she started getting used to her position, a far cry from the nervousness she had during the ships construction.
"Unidentified ships exiting hyperspace!" Starsong, the ships AI yelped, "Their weapons are powered!"
Bright flashes of light signaled the beginning of combat, as millions of strange craft seemed to appear before them.
"What the hell!" Tyrona managed to say as she saw the Prometheus go up in flames, realizing that Jeryn had just fallen.
"Shields up," one of the bridge officers said before vacating his post to Drakur.
"All ships, this is Tyrona, engage the enemy, take them out for the Admiral!"
Wraith fighters and Claw interceptors accelerated away from their patrol formations, joined by the swiftly launching Scouts and Corsairs as well as several flights of Talon bombers.
The dromeosaur like officer knew that their ships were severely outnumbered, twenty to one, but they would give a good accounting for themselves.
"Signal Saramir control, tell them to evacuate, we'll hold these bastards off until the civilians are away."
"Roger that boss," Gregory Niev responded from his communications station.
"And by staring death in the eye and facing it with claw and talon," she whispered to Herself, "Did they gain true honor by sacrificing their very lives to defend the pack."
"I don't want to die," Marco said with a straight face, "But if I do, this is the way I'd choose, defending those who can't defend themselves."
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On Caprica, Nathaniel moved in complete silence at what appeared to be a headlong dash through the forest, following the trail he had spotted. His abilities allowing him to maintain the pace without any effort for hours if need be, and the cloaking device keeping him from being spotted.
He had spotted several mechanoids of an unknown type that made him worry, but that wasn't all, he felt a strange buzz in the back of his mind, something that seemed almost familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.
Suddenly his mind identified the sound of energy weapons firing, and he urged himself to full speed, leaving only a light rustle now as he moved.
He drew the baton that was attached to his belt, twirling it once to extend it to a full seven and a half foot as he came upon the scene.
Two humans were facing a couple dozen of the mechanoids, and they seemed to be trapped, a grim smirk crossed his lips as he pressed the activation stud on his staff, extending an amber energy scythe blade from the tip as he leaped into action as he decloaked and activated his shield in a swirl of shimmers while materializing.
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Helo grimaced as he saw Boomer get hit in the shoulder as he glanced at his empty handgun as he dragged the girl to cover. It seemed like it was the end for them, he hoped for some way out of this, but the thing was he got a miracle.
A black and silver figure seemed to materialize behind the Cylon Centurions with an energy weapon of some kind that shredded the machines with an almost casual ease as metal shards flew in all directions.
The being looked human in basic shape, but with the armor he couldn't be sure. The Colonials never really used much armor but then, the first Cylon War had been primarily a space war without any ground combat in the first place, this war may eventually require more in the way of ground troops though.
But this was something he had never expected, the figure waved a hand and the machines seemed to magically take flight to shatter upon impact with each other. It took only a few moments before all of the Centurions were just so much scrap.
"Frack me," he managed to stammer as the being turned to face him and start over towards him.
A black armored hand was offered as the faceplate retracted to reveal a grinning human face, "Come with me if you want to live."
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On a world filled with ruins a glowing figure reminiscent of an Archon sat before a holographic board with pieces that seemed similar to chess, but many, many more.
So our opponent has made his move and we ours, it whispered, the ethereal voice resounding through the structure, But the game is just beginning and the eye of destruction will not claim those we protect.