Sequel to 7 Points
By Chaoseternus
Chapter 17: Discontinuity
Number 10 cursed as his baseship rocked, the heavy weapons of the secessionist vessels tearing at the mighty vessels shields, battering their way through by virtue of their superior numbers.
He had to break through, he must! Or else their God would never know of the treachery that had stained the soul of the Cylon warriors.
He sighed, it seemed he would have to make a sacrifice, "Signal baseship T-600 to hold off the secessionist vessels, cover us for our escape…" he paused, "tell them to sell their existences dearly, but that we must be covered at all costs"
10 sighed, grimacing as he watched the tactical display, the other baseship deliberately charging at the encircling secessionists, forcing them to clear out of they way or get rammed.
He didn't hesitate, barking some swift commands he ordered his baseship to charge past its fellow and rig for jump. The other baseship had bought them the break they needed to escape but it was too closely grappled now, it wouldn't last much longer.
The baseship shuddered violently, the secessionists spotting his imminent escape and diverting all their weapons. With a flash, the shield generator gave; violently exploding as the energies within sought freedom, but by then his baseship was already in hyper.
And en-route to the Edonia Nebula.
"Frak Frak Frak Frak!" Doyle cursed, banging his hands on the console as the baseship escaped its destination certain.
Edonia nebula, the home of the treacherous false God.
A false god they were not yet ready to deal with and wouldn't be for some time, the loyalists were too much of a distraction and as for twelve's forces…
Well, nobody really knew what they were up too.
At least they had the captured Anubis vessels under their control, they had already figured out most of their secrets and were preparing to add the advanced technologies to their own but that would take time and just give them an advantage over their traitorous kin, not other Anubis's forces who would be equally advanced, if not more so.
Frak, well he had to get word out to everyone and everyones mother and frakking fast, they were heading for a world of hurt and they needed to be ready.
And so it begins, twelve thought from the relative safety of his Command Ship, a redesigned baseship, as the reports flowed in. The secessionists would wage war on the forces of the loyalists and Anubis and both would fight the Colonials and the Tau'ri as and when they met.
And all the while, they would be unforgiven.
Unforgiven, it fit he mused. They had massacred twelve full inhabited worlds, and the bulk of their populations, a crime for which they would never be forgiven, a crime that would forever stain the honour, such as it was, of the Cylon race.
In the end, the only ones who would truly lose out would be the cylons themselves, weakened and battered by their civil war it would take ages to rebuild and begin preparations to finish the annihilation of the lifeform known as mankind, but by the time they were strong enough again the Tau'ri/Colonial alliance would most likely be rock solid and above that, they would be fortified, watchful and vengeful.
The Cylons would most likely not prevail.
Twelve sighed, he no longer felt any drive to destroy humanity but his forces were losing focus, they locked to him for guidance and he didn't honestly know what to do.
No, he admitted to himself, he knew exactly what to do and it was radical, it was a major shift in policy, but would the AI's follow it?
But then, did he really want to do it?
Was it truly the right thing to do?
Twelve sighed, his thoughts disturbed and in turmoil.
He would have to make his mind up very quickly, unless he wanted to start losing control, his forces needed focus.
A blipping on the command centre drew his attention and he glanced over as a Scimitar loyal to him reported back from its post aboard the baseship of the Loyalist Number Ten. He stiffened, rereading the report.
It seemed his mind had been made for him, with the power of such a device at their hands, Anubis and the Loyalists would be unstoppable and they would crush all who stood before them.
They must not maintain control of any Ascendant technology, and they certainly must not maintain control of the Interdimensional Stargate at Edonia Nebula.
He stood tall, and proud, he knew now what they must do.
It may never gain them their honour back but it would easer the stain a little.
Quickly, he tapped at the console, muttering as he prepared the All Forces broadcast, "12 to all units at home and abroad, commence hostilities at once with the Forces of Anubis and Maktenos including the rouge Cylon forces loyal to Anubis. Forces of the Humans and the Secessionists are not to be engaged except in self defence"
They would provide the Goa'uld with a distraction, another force to deploy their assets against, it may give the Colonials enough time to secure their position and rebuild. That was all he would ask for; maybe one day then they could call themselves the forgiven.