Cylon Basestar 2490
It stood on the command chamber of Basestar 2490 as the Edict of Extermination was carried out against humanity. There had been a margin for error, alternate possibilities calculated, contingencies made in the event the invasion did not go as planned.
Lucifer, an IL-Class Cylon, was definitely a superior model to the centurions. It was programmed with administrative abilities, whether it be diplomatic or aggressive. Unlike the centurions, its metallic form was covered with a red robe made from Ovion silk. Its transparent cranium was unusual, allowing the circuitry that made up its computer brain to be visible. There were literally thousands of them within the growing Cylon Empire, but unlike the centurions, they were distinctive, their programming unique to the specific droid in question. An almost human representation.
The IL-Class had remained supreme among the Cylon models until the evolution of the android, with biological components, mimicking human behavior and mannerisms perfectly. One such android, Number Six, with the manipulation of human Baltar, had given them victory. Lucifer was not jealous of these new android models and viewed them more as a logical strategic weapon that served a purpose.
Data streams were scrolling down several monitors at a speed no human could digest. Constantly updated, it was processed and evaluated immediately. All twelve of the human colonies were succumbing to their attack. The battlestars in the system were rendered powerless and were more a distraction than a threat.
Except one unique vessel, identified as the Galactica. There was no answer as to why that ship was not affected by the cyber attack, like the others.
"Concentrate ordinance on the Galactica." Lucifer ordered. The two basestars should easily dispatch the outgunned defender. It need not calculate the odds, grossly in its favor.
The Cylon analyzed the data as multiple missile launchers fired a massive bombardment. Could it delete the Galactica from the list of targets?
The data stream revealed a concern, shown in binary code. It was already too late. The Galactica achieved a jump as hundreds of missiles missed contact by mere seconds. Lucifer did not feel remorse for massacring billions of people, only that the core objective would not be met if even one ship was allowed to escape.
"Locate Battlestar Galactica." As the ship's computers calculated the location of the Galactica's arrival point, Lucifer waited patiently.
The coordinates eventually were displayed, in the binary code as before. Lucifer only took a micron to react. "Send Basestar 2294 to these coordinates. Destroy the humans." Again, it was an order without malice or even vengeance. Humans had become no different from a computer virus that needed to be quarantined and deleted.
His command was carried out immediately. The basestar had a complement of over 400 raiders; a number its Colonial equivalent could not hope to emulate. Lucifer did not join the hunt for the Galactica, believing it had already sent suffient firepower. Other basestars could easily be dispatched in any even. Its concern was with these twelve planets: Arilon, Aquaria, Canceron, Caprica, Geminon, Leonon, Libron, Picon, Sagittarion, Scorpia, Tauron and Virgon.
Once orbital bombardments eradicated what little defense was left, centurion divisions would be sent to the surfaces of these worlds and continue the Edict of Extermination. It was estimated that the joint population was over 100 billion humans but Lucifer believed this was an inflated number.
A series of ones and zeroes began streaming down the holographic display, giving the Cylon information on the hunt for the Galactica. The battlestar was not at coordinates but 20 unarmed Colonial ships were detected. Only one, the Olympic Carrier, was saved from destruction. It was assumed the battlestar was heading for Ragnar Station in need of crucial ordinance and would be intercepted there.
There would still be wayward outposts of humanity that needed cleansing. It could take several yahren but ultimately come to its logical conclusion, a galaxy void of the wickedness of their former masters.
Lucifer looked over the scans, its silicon brain digesting a thousand GB of information in a micron. The Battlestar Rycon was nearly torn in half with plasma fires engulfing much of its twisted hull. The Acropolis was nothing but a debris field, her hull integrity having utterly failed. There was countless evidence of the Colonial Fleet's destruction. Some of the debris, identified as human remains, mattered little to it. The burning wreck that was the Atlantia, the flagship herself, was also visible. No life signs.
The scans continued, moving quickly over the succumb enemy, revealing nothing that Lucifer did not already surmised. That was until the Columbia. At first, Lucifer suspected an error though this battlestar, crippled as she was, still looked better than her peers. There were humans still existing within her breached and mangled hull.
"Destroy the Battlestar Columbia." Lucifer ordered.
"By your command." Came the response from one of its subordinates.