First Contact 21:
The Touch
"Pathetic." Cavils voice dripped with venom at he took in the sensor data without having to rely on anything as primitive as as view-screen. The Colonial Remnant had been finally run to ground, and by the fleet he commanded, not the one led by the touchy-feely so-called 'Hero of Caprica'. Seriously, how much of a hero did you have to be to spread your legs for a guy who could be lead around by his ego?
The last Battlestar and the rag-tag fleet it was guarding sat in low orbit of a small planet, far out on the fringes of the galaxy. The would itself was a oddity: it's entire surface seemed to be covered in metal, and the Basestar's sensors were picking up some unusual power readings. But there was no sign of anything truly dangerous, so the massed fleet of Cylon warships began to advance in-system, using their most advanced stealth systems to remain undetected by the antiquated DRADIS on the Galactica.
The humans had proven, time after time, that stealth and cunning could tip the tide of any battle, and it was a lessen that Cavil had taken to heart: there would be no sudden surprises. Not this time...
Another member of the Command Staff commented on the fact that they had yet to encounter any patrols from the Galactica, despite the fact that it was part of the Colonial Fleet's standard operating procedure. Add to that, when they finally got to the point where the Galactica had to know something was up, none of the human ships began to power up their FTL drives. All that happened was the lone Battlestar turned to face them and started to advance towards the middle of their line.
Cavil was perplexed: could it be that the remnant had run out of fuel? Had some other, unforeseen problem popped up and forced the to forgo escaping? Whatever the reason, the Galactica was locked into a suicide-charge strait into the teeth of the of the Cylon fleet. A newer ship of the line might have stood a chance: Colonial ships were designed to take much more damage before succumbing, mainly due to the Cylon reliance on their resurrection technology to distance themselves from the harsh realities of war as humans practice it.
Thus their ships didn't need to be as durable, as their were ultimately expendable, just so long as there was a base or a Resurrection Ship within download range. And with the semi-sentient state of Raiders and Centurions, there was no need to fear any losses: they were hardly up to enlightened conversation.
Still, the way that the Galactica was baring down on them, and the rather unusual energy reading that the Basestar's sensors were picking up was, disheartening. It was technically impossible for a Cylon to feel fear as humans understood it: it just wasn't built into their programming. After all, effective immortality left you with little to fear, even from death, aside from the momentary pain of dyeing.
But the Galactica was far from battle ready; almost a year on the run with limited supplies and no fleet bases to call into for supply's meant that the once proud warship was out-gunned and outclassed by the newest generation of Basestar. It wouldn't even be a battle: more an exercise in pest control. Cavil felt an uncharacteristic momentary pang of regret, almost lamenting the illuminant destruction of the ship that had eluded them so effectively for so long. With the last Colonial warship eliminated, where would he find a challenge worthy of his skill?
Cavil was so wrapped up in his feeling of self importance that he missed the first signs that things were not as they seemed. He missed the minor but unmistakable alterations to the Galactica's outer hull, the new emblem embossed on her armour belt. The first thing he did pick up on was when the rear supports for the ships flight pods disengaged and the bow of the ship founded inwards. Like the rest of the fleet, he could only look on in surprise as the Galactica continued its metamorphosis: its engines turning into what could only be called feet, while its flight pods took on the characteristics of arms, complete with hands.
The final touch was when a massive head appeared out of the main hull, completing the effect of turning the Battlestar into a humanoid form. A powerful light that seemed to gaze straight through the hull of the command Basestar and into Cavils soul shone forth from its eyes, and a deep, booming voice filled every wireless channel:
"Cylons...prepare to face...Galactica Prime!"
The End
So, yeah, I decided to give Six a brake and pick on another Cylon for a change.
(Battlestar Galactica/Transformers