Lost Brothers

Chapter Two

'Still no response sir. They're just floating there.'

'Try again Omega,'

'Yes sir.' Adama looked at the small ship between his and the planet, he had only lost a handful of pilots to the attacking craft and now was unable to talk to the Earthers.

'Father, have Omega try a gamma frequency.'

'What have we got to lose? Omega.'

'yes sir.' For a moment static came from the speakers and then something came through.

An alien voice out of nowhere 'Still no response sir, I don't think they're listening.'

'This is Commander Adama of the Galatica, respond please.'

For a moment no one on the other ship said anything. 'This is General Hammond of the Earth ship Prometheus, commander. Thank you for your help.'

George couldn't help but smile at the cheers and applause that echoed down the radio. 'What did I say?'

'General, we have been searching for our lost brothers for almost seventy yarns. Thank the lords of Kobol we found you!'

'I think we need to speak in person Commander.'

'Of course General, land in our starboard bay. I'll meet you there.'

George got up, 'We still have a 302 in the launch bay, have the most qualified pilot aboard meet me there.'

It didn't take long to travel from one ship to the other. If it wasn't for a few meters of height the Prometheus could have easily fitted in the gigantic landing deck. Taxing across the bay George could see the fighters that left the death gliders standing. They were basically a nose cone with three large engines at the back, one above and between the other two. At the end of each engine was a fin, the top one was short and swept back while the bottom two came down at an angle and curved past the intakes into a short cone he guessed were the lasers.

As the 302 stopped a large lift came down from the ceiling. On it were four men, two wore dull brown uniforms with a darker brown bomber jacket over the top. They were escorting the other two who were in blue uniforms. The blue uniformed pair were as different as chalk and cheese the eldest was a little bit taller and had white hair while the other had short-ish black hair that had only just started to grey.

George guessed the white haired man was in charge by both his body language and the large silver star medallion that was just below his neck. 'Commander Adama?'

'General Hammond, I bring greeting of the council of twelve.'

'Thank you and thank you for coming to help us. I'm afraid to say we've got a lot of jumpy people on earth who are wondering why.'

While Adama looked confused his adjunct rocked back on his heals like someone has broken a chair on his head. The two behind them just looked at each other with worry in their eyes. 'General, as your brothers we help you when you need us to.'

'That's the second time you have called us your brothers, did your race come from Earth?'

'Come from Earth? What are you talking about General? We came from the twelve colonies settled after the fall of Kolbol.'

'Twelve colonies?'

'Yes. This is the lost colony, the thirteenth tribe that left Kolbol and headed to the distant planet they called Earth.'

'How? The human race evolved on this planet almost ten thousand years ago and was scattered throughout the galaxy as slaves.'

'General, we must talk further. In my office.'

Adama walked on, ahead of his guest. While he looked calm on the out side his mind was reeling and he needed to get some answers. As soon as the door closed he turned around. 'General, may I call you Hammond.' That was another thing a strange rank and a strange name.

He smiled a soft smile that seemed far to jovial for a military man. 'My first names George, Commander.'

'Two names?'

He looked confused for a moment, 'Yes the first is my birth name and the second is my family name. I take it you are only known as Adama?'

'Correct, something you must understand... George, what you see here is the last remains of a destroyed culture. Seventy yarns ago our people were at war with a race known as the Cylons. We had grown tired of it. In our innocence we asked for peace, the Cylons agreed. Our fleet of Battlestar's flew out to meet them. The council was alive with words of great peace and hope for all our people.'

'But it was a trap?'

'Yes George, it was. They had set up an ambush. While the fleet blindly left our homes the Cylons attacked. They destroyed all the colonies and their satellites. Billions died in the first few sectons.'

Apollo picked up the story, 'While our worlds were destroyed by the Basestars thousands of Cylon fighters attacked us. I was on long range patrol with my younger brother at the time. He was the first killed. One of the twelve was a traitor, he convinced the others that there was no threat. Only my father disobeyed and launched fighters.'

'It was hopeless, ours were the only vipers out there. Then we heard about the colonies. Within a day we had lost the war. The Galatica was the only remaining Battlestar.'

'What! How many did you have at the start?'

'At the start of the war the was one Battlestar per colony. This was the first and represented Caprica, by the end we had over one hundred and fifty.'

'My god. How did you make it here?'

'We gathered the survivors and left our homes and those we could not carry, there's a fleet of vessels following us, every ship that could still fly was packed to capacity and then some. Just over two hundred in total.'

'I can't imagine how many you had to leave behind. You still haven't answered why.'

'Our people originally came from a world called Kolbol, yours and mine. It is a lone planet with a small sun now trapped in the middle of a stellar dust cloud. There were thirteen tribes of man that lived on Kolbol. When the dust cloud came twelve fled to new worlds found at the edge of our galaxy. The thirteenth stayed for a time but eventually left themselves for a world in another galaxy, Earth. We were a race of thinkers, artists, poets and dreamers in those ways the thirteenth was supreme the other's all had their own strengths. Builders, warriors, healers, trackers, growers and priests are we now, or were.

We found Kolbol and hid there for a time. Until the traitor lead the Cylons to us. While there we discovered where the thirteenth had gone, and how to get there.'

'I don't know what to say. We know that humans evolved on this world from the remains of our ancestors,' George looked out the window at his home world. 'There was another race though.'

'Another race?'

'We call them the Ancients. No one really knows who they were. Our allies said they were like us. They died out thousands of years ago, we're only just learning about them. As far as we can tell their civilisation was ravaged by a virus the survivors ascended, became higher beings.'

'Are you saying the lost tribe was destroyed? Then what are your people?'

'As far as we can guess we evolved to replace them, then the Goa'uld came and enslaved whole continents before we defeated them. Many of our people were taken as servants and slaves.'

Adama collapsed in his chair, 'The only thing we had left was hope, we hoped Earth would be strong enough to help us, to fight back against the Cylons. What can we do now?'

'We can still help you. Offer aid and supplies and you can help us. We need to defend this world from our enemies. You are the only people who can help us now. I hate to say this but we are new to this war and we have made quite an impact. The Goa'uld are too powerful for us alone and our allies currently have their own problems.'

'I can't agree to anything without informing the council. Would you like to stay on board until then?'

'I would but I have to inform my superiors. The last few days have been trying and the next promise to be worse.'

'I take it politicians are the same on your world.'

'Self centred, greedy, paranoid and blind to everything else but their own ambition.'

'Not all of them.' Adama offered his hand.

'Just the ones with the most power.' George shook his hand.

Passing the smaller, ringed, gas giant the colonial fuelling ship stopped and ran a more detailed scan. The planet had almost limitless supply of tylum. The fuel of the Galatica fleet.

A converted mining ship slowed down in the middle of an asteroid belt. The bridge was a riot of information. Rare metals and valuable minerals were scattered through out.

As the Rising Star passed the larger gas giant it stopped and turned around. Sensors looked down at a large moon. A long abandoned city sat on the planet while an impressive shipyard orbited high above.

Through out the fleet sensors recorded more and more. The Earth system was a goldmine of resources and abandoned technology. It took the fleet several days to reach earth and by the end of the week the council met.

'Adama, you have lead our people to the lost tribe and have found a place were we can all live safely and learn from our Earth brothers. We all thank you and further more have decided that you must be rewarded. We have agreed to take the burden that you have so patiently carried these dangerous yarns.' The white robed council member when on. George had been invited as a represtertive of Earth and sat in a empty chair next to Adama. 'I am sure your retirement fills you heart with joy.' George was very tempted to punch the smug basterd

'May I speak?'

'Of course, General.'

'Your people are not safe. Earth is under threat as we speak. These next few "yarns" are going to be difficult for your people and mine. The last thing we need is for someone new in charge on ether side. The commander is perhaps the only one among you who can understand what you may be called to do. To change your command structure now would be a mistake.'

'How dare you...' the pompous official started

'I agree with the general,' another white robed councillor stood and looked at the first. 'Adama has lead us these past seventy years of war, now he can lead us through the first steps of peace and unity. The offer, however, should remain and in a few short years, when we are one with the Earthers, we can finally allow him to retire peacefully. Knowing that he will live out his remaining life free of the burdens we have so cruelly forced unto him.

Are we agreed?'

'Yes we are.'

'Good, as our leader Adama your duty is to visit the planet and inform their governments of our requirements. Council adjourned.' Slowly the white robed men walked out of the dark room. Leaving the two old warriors alone.

'Is it just me or were they trying to depose you.'

'Every time, every time.' Adama looked at him and smiled 'I've been leading the colonies since the destruction of our worlds. They granted my military and political command and then realised they had given up what they converted the most. Now they cease every chance they can to throw me out.'

'There's an old saying on Earth. Those who most desire power are often those who least deserve it.'

'That's true.'

A warrior burst into the room and stopped just short of falling over. 'Commander Adama a ship just arrived at the edge of the system. It's the Pegasus sir!'

George followed in a flat run 'Adama. What's the Pegasus?'

'While the fleet was destroyed at the end of the war one had been missing. The Battlestar Pegasus, commanded by Cain, perhaps the greatest strategist we have ever had. We found him raiding a Cylon base for supplies. Together we were able to destroy a force that was following us and we lost him again. He must have caught up. I don't know how.'

They entered the bridge and made their way from the crew pit to the command pedestal. On one of the screens was the outline of a Battlestar. It was quickly replaced with another mans face 'Adama you fast son of a Cylon! Thank the lords we caught you.'

'Cain! Its' good to see you.'

'Forget that, we intercepted a transmission from those gall mongering Cylons. They found your trail and guessed your heading to Earth. They've used you to track down the lost tribe!'

'NO!'

'Lucky for you I'm here, we got those tin cans before they could tell their friends but it won't take them long to figure out where. Don't contact Earth .'

'Too late for that.' George muttered

'Who's that Adama'

'General George Hammond. United States Air Force, Earth.'

'Oh frack'

Adama welcomed his old friend aboard. 'This floating target of yours was hard to find but easy to follow, too easy.'

'I should have known, I thought we had taken care of pursuit long ago.'

'You did, that's why they spread out their net. Apparently they found a bunch of humans who told them you had been by. From there they followed the only course you could have taken.'

'How long until they find us?' George asked

'Who knows. I'd give us a yarn, maybe two, before they can find us and gather up their forces.'

'Under two years to prepare our combined forces. I think we better talk with the rest of the world.'

Next chapter is going to be interesting, time is going to be sped up a bit just remember that this is now AU and season 8 might happen a little differently (considering I haven't seen anything about it yet).