Sadly I don't own Battlestar Galactic, the new series was a sign of a reboot done well.
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Anniversary of the Armistice.
Commander William 'Bill' Adama had never really looked forwards to this day despite knowing everyone else did. He had never understood the reasons for the Cylons suddenly calling for an armistice, even after 40 years; like everyone else in the Colonial military, Adama had theorised that the Cylons would have fought them to the bitter end. But no. They had decided to call a truce, withdrawing themselves to a territory which they called their own.
Adama had been a young man during the Cylon war which had started when the Cylons had become self-aware and decided their creators were not worth serving. Or worth living. Adama, much like his old friend and colleague, Tigh, were veterans of the war. There weren't many like them still on active service; many had left the military as soon as the war ended, too traumatised to carry on; Adama couldn't blame them although at the time he had wished some of them had stayed, not because they would have something to talk about but because he had felt the Cylons would come back.
Nobody knew why the Cylons had suddenly wanted the armistice, even to this day there were theories and ideas but there was nothing concrete to provide a decent answer.
The 12 colonies had set up a Diplomatic station, established firmly on the border between Colonial Space and Cylon Space where the Colonials would send someone to discuss and maintain diplomatic relations with the Cylons. But the Cylons sent no one, every single year and if that wasn't something which sent up red flags, Adama did not know what didn't, but what made it worse was that the Cylons hadn't done anything to justify his questions and since they didn't maintain contact with the Colonials, nobody knew what was going on.
"Bill, you okay?"
Adama didn't bother turning, Tigh's reflection was there in the viewport window. "I was just thinking about the Cylons. In another few days, the anniversary will be going ahead."
Tigh sighed loudly. "The Frakking toasters again. Who's being sent on the diplomatic mission? Who pulled the short straw?"
Adama snorted. The diplomatic mission was a standing order from the Quorum and Command, but many considered it to be a joke because the Cylons never showed up. "I don't know," he said in a tone that made it clear he didn't care either. "I've got other things on my mind."
A solemn look crept over Tigh's stern features. "The decommissioning ceremony."
"Yeah. I'm not looking forward to it, Soul, but believe me I will be glad to finally retire and put my feet up."
"What do you have in mind for your retirement, Bill?" The ghost of a smile was on Tigh's face as he asked the question.
"I don't know yet, but I wish they didn't decommission the old girl on the anniversary; it brings back so many bad memories," Adama shook his head, his mind drifting back 40 years to when he first joined as a pilot and saw for himself how brutal the Cylons were in battle.
Tigh nodded. "I know how you feel, Bill. But it's a symbolic gesture on Adar's part, you know that."
"I know. But every year, I just feel worried about what is beyond that stupid station, Soul. I don't know what's on the other side and what the Cylons are doing. They have had 40 years to themselves. What are they doing? Why did they just give in like that?" Adama demanded although he knew his old friend could not reply.
"I don't know why it happened, Bill, but why are you worrying still? Is it just that funny feeling you've had all this time?" Tigh asked, referring to that time where Adama had confided in him around the final days of the war and the first days of the peace that he felt the Cylons had a plan. It was the only thing that made sense. Adama had long since wondered if the Cylons had left in order to build themselves up as a power, to research new technologies and tactics to use on the Colonials at a later date, but after 40 years Adams's worry faded since the Cylons hadn't been seen for a long time.
It was a fear many in the military had shared, and truthfully Tigh privately believed quite a few other officers and pilots shared the same worries but there was no proof, and nothing had happened and besides many others who had never even fought a Cylon head-on believed nothing was going to happen.
"I know, Soul, but I can't get rid of that feeling," Adama shook his head and he turned and walked away. With nothing better to do, Colonel Tigh turned and followed his old friend and colleague.
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