Several Light Years away…
Cylon Storage Facility Epsilon
The old centurion, Commander Ratchet looks down, and shook his silver metal head in defeat.
He had been many things before now, cook, soldier, squad leader, commander, and now boss.
He really likes being a Colonel, it had a nice ring to him, but then Dax made him a Commander. She trusted him; hell he would so much admit that she love him.
But they were too old now, how would it work, plus relationships in the change of command. They had to put it all aside things were bad enough for them right now. He knew that, they had gone their separate ways after the war.
He was a coward for not admitting it then.
He went back to being a cook for the new humanoid Cylons at it let him get back to what he loves to do, cooking. So for the next forty years a retired Colonel moving from ship to ship making new delish meals for almost everyone just like the old days on that Medical ship Mercy he was on before the war.
As an advance killing machine and cooking were never suppose to mix well. But for him, it works.
It would have been nice if they made humanoid bodies for us older warriors, instead of just being put into our so called retirement.
Dax came to him a few years back to do something about it. She was being watch to closely, and he was just a cook, who knew how to fight.
His bullet written metal ass is proof of that.
So he quietly got the entire old squadron together. They agreed with him and Dax what need to be done. Then had begun there builds up, and the upgrade of their current forces.
They had enough ships for a small rag tag fleet, but nothing to engage with in a major fleet battle.
The Colonies declared war on Earth, then attack us, then were losing badly to bad tactics, then Dax killed that defective one, and took direct command of all Cylons from there.
Now she'd ordering him to bring reinforcements, problem was a ragtag fleet of one old Caprican Battleship, a blockade runner, and a dozen more freighters, tankers, and support ships converted into warships, escorts, and small carrier's. It wasn't enough.
He just hopes coming here was worth it.
As every second he wasted here the more space they are losing in the home system.