Buck Rogers: Somewhere Beyond the Heavens Part 5
Inside the Cylon Super-Basestar, Destructor, glass doors slid open to allow the command centurion entrance into Imperious Leader's chambers. The gold plated centurion commander entered quickly, stopping at the base of Imperious Leaders' tall pedestal. The Gold Cylon's red eye crisscrossed the room, noting the presence of the two IL series planners sitting on pedestals of their own on each side of the Supreme Cylon. His memory circuits told him that the IL droid to his right was Spectre, former base commander of the planet Attilla. To the left, he recognized the most decorated IL Cylon in the empire, Lucifer, the former aid, or puppet, of the human traitor known as Baltar.
"Vulpa", Imperious Leader said, his voice echoing through the chamber. "It pleases me to see you fully functional again."
Vulpa had been badly damaged during the battle for the Ravashol pulsar on the planet Arcta. It had taken a full yahren to repair the command centurion and many more yahrens for Vulpa to work his way back up the ranks of the Cylon Empire. His loss at Arcta had branded him weak. Vulpa was anything but weak.
He had sworn his revenge against this Imperious Leader long before that fateful day on ice planet zero. The leader had banished Vulpa to the snow planet after Vulpa had challenged the Leaders decision to chase the last remnants of humanity across the stars. Vulpa had suggested, in front of the Supreme Cylon Planners, that Imperious Leader give up the pursuit of the Galactica and let the rag-tag fleet go. His reasoning was that the war had in affect already been won. The Colonies were completely destroyed. It was not worth Cylon resources and time to chase a handful of survivors across the cosmos. The Leader felt differently and punished his prized pupil by demoting him to the far reaches of the empire, on Arcta.
Now, many yahrens later, after successfully implanting his own third brain without Supreme Planner or Imperious Leaders' permission, Vulpa had come to face his destiny.
"I raise my weapon so that I may perform the following function", stated Vulpa matter of factly.
Imperious Leader was perplexed. Vulpa had raised his right arm but had no weapon in his possession. Furthermore, what in the name of Cylon was the Gold Cylon talking about?
Lucifer's circuits were working in high gear. His processors immediately noticed that the voice projector of this famous command centurion was not standard issue. It sounded far different than any Cylon Lucifer had ever come across. It sounded demonic. It sounded as if there were a hissing behind it, maybe to honor the true reptilian Cylons of long ago.
Spectres' sensors worked over the form of Vulpa feverishly. The IL droid was afraid, as afraid as a Cylon could be, and he could not explain why. Then, microns before it happened, Spectre sensed the weapon immerging from Vulpa's right arm.
Vulpas' arm extended out from his body. The area from his elbow to his hand suddenly broke in two, revealing a large laser-rifle. The rifle was pointed directly at Imperious Leader.
"Vulpa, I order you to stand down!" commanded Imperious Leader.
Vulpa's eye sensor suddenly stopped reading from side to side. The red light simply froze on the Imperious leader. A beam erupted from the eye, finding its mark in the middle of the Cylon leaders' forehead. This beam acted as a laser scope, directing Vulpa's arm blaster where to fire its deadly energy.
"You have failed the alliance for the last time", said Vulpa. "You have wasted over 20 cycles on these motley few humans. Our fleets are scattered throughout the universe, our home planet is in disarray. It all ends today!"
Even Lucifer and Spectres' photoreceptors could not detect the brilliant flash of fire that left their Imperious Leader decapitated. Lucifer turned his head towards the Leaders' pedestal in time to see his headless form fall to the deck of the chamber.
"Any questions?" Vulpa asked the IL droids.
Spectre and Lucifer exchanged a long look at each other, and then turned their attention back on their leaders' assassin.
"Who is the Supreme Cylon Commander?" asked Vulpa.
"You are", the droids said in unison.
"Where do your loyalties lie?"
"With you, Imperious Leader Vulpa", they both answered.
"The Imperious Leader is dead, as is the last of the bio-cylons. I am Supreme Leader Vulpa", the gold.
"Understood", the droids exclaimed.
"Lucifer, set course for the third planet of this system", said Vulpa as he pointed to a holographic star map that suddenly appeared before them.
The map was emanating from the red eye of Vulpa. It displayed a system of 9 planets and 1 sun.
"By your command, Imp---Supreme Leader", said Lucifer carefully. "If I may be so bold, however, may I ask what planet this is?"
"Of course, Lucifer. It is the planet Earth", said Vulpa as he made himself comfortable on the tall command pedestal.
"Earth?" said Spectre.
"Yes. The Imperious Leader never realized that the human fleet, no matter how far they would stray, always returned to a heading of quadrant alpha, hexalon vector 22 on a circular reckoning course of 000.9. These coordinates culminate on the third planet of this system, which means that planet must be Earth", Vulpa explained.
"Impressive", said Lucifer.
"What if there are brothers of man on this thirteenth colony?" asked Spectre.
"Then, they too will feel the wrath of the Cylon Empire. A fleet of 50 base-stars is already on route to Earth. We will rendezvous with them and await the arrival of Adama and his pathetic fleet. When we have finished with them, we will return home to Cylon and rebuild our decaying Empire!" exclaimed Vulpa.
TO BE CONTINUED
Inside the Cylon Super-Basestar, Destructor, glass doors slid open to allow the command centurion entrance into Imperious Leader's chambers. The gold plated centurion commander entered quickly, stopping at the base of Imperious Leaders' tall pedestal. The Gold Cylon's red eye crisscrossed the room, noting the presence of the two IL series planners sitting on pedestals of their own on each side of the Supreme Cylon. His memory circuits told him that the IL droid to his right was Spectre, former base commander of the planet Attilla. To the left, he recognized the most decorated IL Cylon in the empire, Lucifer, the former aid, or puppet, of the human traitor known as Baltar.
"Vulpa", Imperious Leader said, his voice echoing through the chamber. "It pleases me to see you fully functional again."
Vulpa had been badly damaged during the battle for the Ravashol pulsar on the planet Arcta. It had taken a full yahren to repair the command centurion and many more yahrens for Vulpa to work his way back up the ranks of the Cylon Empire. His loss at Arcta had branded him weak. Vulpa was anything but weak.
He had sworn his revenge against this Imperious Leader long before that fateful day on ice planet zero. The leader had banished Vulpa to the snow planet after Vulpa had challenged the Leaders decision to chase the last remnants of humanity across the stars. Vulpa had suggested, in front of the Supreme Cylon Planners, that Imperious Leader give up the pursuit of the Galactica and let the rag-tag fleet go. His reasoning was that the war had in affect already been won. The Colonies were completely destroyed. It was not worth Cylon resources and time to chase a handful of survivors across the cosmos. The Leader felt differently and punished his prized pupil by demoting him to the far reaches of the empire, on Arcta.
Now, many yahrens later, after successfully implanting his own third brain without Supreme Planner or Imperious Leaders' permission, Vulpa had come to face his destiny.
"I raise my weapon so that I may perform the following function", stated Vulpa matter of factly.
Imperious Leader was perplexed. Vulpa had raised his right arm but had no weapon in his possession. Furthermore, what in the name of Cylon was the Gold Cylon talking about?
Lucifer's circuits were working in high gear. His processors immediately noticed that the voice projector of this famous command centurion was not standard issue. It sounded far different than any Cylon Lucifer had ever come across. It sounded demonic. It sounded as if there were a hissing behind it, maybe to honor the true reptilian Cylons of long ago.
Spectres' sensors worked over the form of Vulpa feverishly. The IL droid was afraid, as afraid as a Cylon could be, and he could not explain why. Then, microns before it happened, Spectre sensed the weapon immerging from Vulpa's right arm.
Vulpas' arm extended out from his body. The area from his elbow to his hand suddenly broke in two, revealing a large laser-rifle. The rifle was pointed directly at Imperious Leader.
"Vulpa, I order you to stand down!" commanded Imperious Leader.
Vulpa's eye sensor suddenly stopped reading from side to side. The red light simply froze on the Imperious leader. A beam erupted from the eye, finding its mark in the middle of the Cylon leaders' forehead. This beam acted as a laser scope, directing Vulpa's arm blaster where to fire its deadly energy.
"You have failed the alliance for the last time", said Vulpa. "You have wasted over 20 cycles on these motley few humans. Our fleets are scattered throughout the universe, our home planet is in disarray. It all ends today!"
Even Lucifer and Spectres' photoreceptors could not detect the brilliant flash of fire that left their Imperious Leader decapitated. Lucifer turned his head towards the Leaders' pedestal in time to see his headless form fall to the deck of the chamber.
"Any questions?" Vulpa asked the IL droids.
Spectre and Lucifer exchanged a long look at each other, and then turned their attention back on their leaders' assassin.
"Who is the Supreme Cylon Commander?" asked Vulpa.
"You are", the droids said in unison.
"Where do your loyalties lie?"
"With you, Imperious Leader Vulpa", they both answered.
"The Imperious Leader is dead, as is the last of the bio-cylons. I am Supreme Leader Vulpa", the gold.
"Understood", the droids exclaimed.
"Lucifer, set course for the third planet of this system", said Vulpa as he pointed to a holographic star map that suddenly appeared before them.
The map was emanating from the red eye of Vulpa. It displayed a system of 9 planets and 1 sun.
"By your command, Imp---Supreme Leader", said Lucifer carefully. "If I may be so bold, however, may I ask what planet this is?"
"Of course, Lucifer. It is the planet Earth", said Vulpa as he made himself comfortable on the tall command pedestal.
"Earth?" said Spectre.
"Yes. The Imperious Leader never realized that the human fleet, no matter how far they would stray, always returned to a heading of quadrant alpha, hexalon vector 22 on a circular reckoning course of 000.9. These coordinates culminate on the third planet of this system, which means that planet must be Earth", Vulpa explained.
"Impressive", said Lucifer.
"What if there are brothers of man on this thirteenth colony?" asked Spectre.
"Then, they too will feel the wrath of the Cylon Empire. A fleet of 50 base-stars is already on route to Earth. We will rendezvous with them and await the arrival of Adama and his pathetic fleet. When we have finished with them, we will return home to Cylon and rebuild our decaying Empire!" exclaimed Vulpa.
TO BE CONTINUED
