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Chapter 10

The Heraklios was a ship of the Grand Fisher Class of the 13th generation. Each generation of ship of the Terran Space Navy was upgraded from the previous generation with new and improved technologies. While the technologies recovered from the Alteran and Asgard bases of knowledge were for the most part understood, the mastery of their technology was still an ongoing process that occupied the major part of the scientific minds of the Terran Federation. As more technologies were mastered, they were automatically incorporated into every ship of the Terran Space Navy directly in the form of components to update existing ships or by modifying the existing blueprints so that the next generation could profit in standard of the advancements. In that way, the Terran Federation was able to constantly phase out and test the new technologies, keeping the Terran Fleet as the more powerful one in the Milky Way galaxy.

The 13th on the 14 existing generations of Grand Fisher class of ships was still a significant step up compared to the 12th generation in both subluminal and superluminal speed. In less than a week the Heraklios was able to cross the void between the Galaxies and bring the first contingent of rescued Colonials from their home system to the new Colonial home world, New Kobol.

Contrary to what the colonial survivors expected when they embarked onboard the Heraklios, their accommodations for the journey were comfortable. They expected to find cargo holds or hangars with minimal room but where certainly not expecting familial quarters for families and comfortable general quarters for the single people fully equipped in hygienic facilities. More, a complete hospital was setup for the treatment of the survivors to address both vaccine injections for the common diseases found in the Terran Federation and for the treatment of injuries generally occurring in everyday life of the 10 000 population. Disseminated aboard the ship were several mess halls ready to deliver at anytime of the day the meals required to sustain such a population. Several cinemas had been built to inform the colonial survivors about the Terran Federation and New Kobol.

As the survivors arrived on New Kobol they had been fully briefed on the history behind the Colonial Remnant's Journey toward their new found brethren and were ready to settle on the Hovering city.

New Kobol, Milky way Galaxy.

The Heraklios aligned itself in orbit over the landing pad present in each city. Usually used as a plaza in the center of the city, it also had a giant ring platform build around it for the rapid displacement of personnel and material. The plaza was evacuated and colonial officials were waiting to welcome the newcomers and assist them in the new settlements. Suddenly to the astonishment of the people watching, 2 metal rings each with a 200 meters diameter and large by 2 meters exited the floor. A bright flash of light came from the sky and suddenly where before there was nobody stood the first survivors of the colonies rescued by the Terran Federation. As the Rings retreated in the ground, the colonial representatives approached, welcoming everyone and guiding them out of the plaza to make way for the next contingent to come through.

Wide eyed, the new arrivals watched in awe their surroundings, the gleaming buildings of steel and glass surrounded by gardens.

This scene was repeated many times during the following days as the Grand Fisher ships came from the Cyrannus System bringing with them the last remaining colonials to their new world.

A Hovering City, while a fantastic piece of technology, was limited in its capacity of support. After receiving the final numbers of survivors rescued from the colonies and careful considerations, the Colonial government decided, in consultation with the Terran Engineers to land the City in one of the oceans on the planet. A site was chosen and the construction of a small outpost on dry land was started with a bridge connecting the city to the mainland. As the survivors started to arrive in system, the outpost was well on his way and the bridge almost connected to the City.

The small town growing on the beach near New Colonia was starting to take shape, and using the same construction materials as the Terran Federation used, the style of the houses constructed was the only difference separating the 2 places.

Several of the new arrivals had decided to forgo completely living in the foreign environment of the Hovering City and instead chose to have a house constructed for them. Fortunately the materials bought in the Terran federation were very cheap compared to the materials in the colonies and the loans accorded to them by the Colonial Government allowed them to start the construction immediately instead of waiting forever. No longer would the people of the colonies be obligated to live in shacks like in New Caprica.

Economically the situation was in constant development. The materials for the rebuilding of their civilization were not free but thankfully, the patents supplied to the Terran Federation space Navy and several private constructors were proving very fruitful. The technologies of the colonies while very out of date compared to the technological level of the Terran Army was still very sought after in over members industries in particular their FTl technology and the space suits used by their pilots whose plans had been licensed at a very high price and only for a period of 10 years. After those 10 years the Colonial government was planning to have accumulated enough credit to start their own manufactories and produce themselves their technologies, which were more utilitarian than the ones found in the Terran Federation but cheaper and swifter to produce for the small world members.

They were almost self sufficient in food requirements as several herds of wild animals had been identified in the Terran Federation Encyclopedia and were providing a good addition of meat to the growing population as well as numerous farms that were almost ready to produce their first harvests.

All in all the future was so bright for the Colonial people that nobody felt the storm brewing so far away.

New Colonia, New Kobol, Milky way Galaxy.

In every civilization, the need for official communications between two governments is essential to maintain good relations. In the case of a government hoping to become a part of a union like the Terran Federation the most important link is a permanent connection between the 2: an Embassy.

The Embassy of the Terran Federation for the Colonial Government was situated near the seat of the Colonial Government and in a twelve story tower of the city, housing not only the offices of the ambassador and his staff but also their individual apartments. The embassy was the point of origin for all colonial people wishing to travel by Stargate to other worlds within the Terran Federation. Anyone wishing to travel by Stargate needed to obtain a Terran Passport. The procedure was simple, after obtaining an authorization from the colonial government the prospecting traveler had to present his colonial papers to the Stargate office in the embassy, state his reasons and destination for travel and submit to a biometric scan. An hour later at maximum any colonial could exit the embassy with a brand new Red Terran Federation passport reserved for the Provisional members of the Federation, the standard color of passport for a full member being Royal Blue.

William Hivers was a 45 years old colonial citizen originally from Virgon. After their rescue by the Terran Federation and their settling in the city he opened a business with the knowledge he learned on Virgon before the holocaust as an electronic expert and software analyst. Of course, with the new technology provided by the Terran Federation his expertise gave him the opportunity to be one of the only people with the ability to understand the city's systems and thus was created Hivers Engineering. 2 month later, leaving the reins of his business to his son and associate, he decided to take a knowledge trip in the key systems of the Terran Federation starting by Earth, birthplace of humanity and capital of the Terran Federation and ending with Vis Uban, Technological Jewel of the Federation.

As he entered the embassy, he advised the signs warning that weapons were forbidden in the embassy and that the embassy's security sensors were fully active. He stepped in front of the welcoming desk and asked for directions for the passport assignation office.

5 minutes later he was waiting in line for his turn. After 15 minutes of waiting he was asked to enter the office.

Inside was a Terran Official wearing a blue suit without buttons and the symbol for the Terran federation on the breast pocket, a blue planet within a white background with the Stargate symbol for Earth in the middle of the Planet. The Official turned toward him and shook hands with him.

"Hello, I'm Jeffrey Caruters; I understand that you want to apply for a Terran Passport? Well let's get to it. First I will need to see your Colonial passport, verify that you have your government's authorization, reasons and destination for travel and finally a biometric scan."

"What exactly entails a biometric scan?" asked Hivers giving him his papers while Caruters verified them by scanning his passport's ship in the computer in front of him.

"You simply step on the platform in front of you; it will scan completely your body, taking exact measures and your unique bio characteristics. It is done to protect the member worlds by controlling the comings and goings by Stargate and since the universe is filled with technology intended to confuse the senses of humans for infiltration, we designed sensors that compare the biometrics of any traveler coming through the Stargate to our databases. If the scans and records differ even by 1 percent then the traveler is automatically beamed in a holding cell for questioning. Well, I see that everything is in order on the administrative side, now, what are your reasons for travel and the destination?"

"I plan to go to Earth, for an historical tour and to Vis Uban, to see for myself the most advanced city in this galaxy as the papers called it. Are there any fees for the travel documents?"

"None and the use of the Stargate network is free of charge. The Alterans, creators of almost the entire Stargate network in the galaxy, designed it to be self sufficient for thousands of years. They knew that the best way to insure the expansion of their race was to facilitate the means of travel. In maintaining the Stargate network we not only help ourselves but also the human race. It is a small price to pay for such an advantage. Now if you can step onto the platform we will start the biometric scan."

"Do I need to take off my clothes?"

"No don't worry, just step onto the platform I will activate the scan." Hivers climbed on the platform and the platform activated, shedding a green light on his body during a minute. Finally the light died out and Hivers was informed by a computer voice of the end of the scan.

Caruters nodded than taped some instructions on the screen than took out the passport from the box in front of him. The new passport was red with the symbol of the Colonies, the 12 colonial constellations of the zodiac in a circle. "Well Mister Hivers this is your new passport, with it you can travel to any Stargate registered within it. If you ever want to add Stargate destinations to travel, you only need to go to the nearest Terran Embassy and ask for it at the front desk. Have a good day and god speed in your travels."

Hivers exited the embassy after, all in all, only 30 minutes having passed since he entered and for him this was extraordinary, compared to the speed generally displayed by the colonial authorities.

2 days later, William Hivers stood in front of the Stargate, watching the inner ring spin while the gate technician composed the symbols for Earth waiting in anticipation for his first travel through this marvel of technology. The inner ring stopped and in an incredible display of energy, the vortex formed connecting 2 worlds distant thousand of light years in a second.

Nervously he advanced toward the shimmering portal of energy in front of him, standing in the line of people ready to embark. He approached his hand to touch the vortex but as he touched it, he was pushed a little by the person behind him, sending him further in the wormhole and completing the process. Suddenly all he could see were stars rushing past him at the speed of light until he came out of the wormhole, almost losing his footing, and watched wildly around him the new sights.

Contrary to the travel made by Laura Roslin and William Adama where the Stargate of Arrival on Earth was Atlantis, the capital of the Terran Government, regular Stargate travel was delegated to a central hub situated in Montreal, State of Canada. As the Capital Planet of the Terran federation, Earth's coordinates were constantly used and the use of only one Stargate posed a grave problem of logistics. To parry that problem 1OO Stargates were installed in the Montreal Astro Porta, the old Alteran name for the Stargate used to design a Stargate hub in the Federation. After each successful trip, the gate last used was buried artificially, leaving only one Stargate at a time active to receive any incoming wormhole. Furthermore, the different Astro Porta in the Terran Federation were connected via subspace communications to a central coordinator, acting as a galactic control tower making the scheduling of a Stargate trip a precise event instead of a complete random act.

Kobol, Cyrannus System, Temple of the Gods.

As Sergeant major Leona Travis stepped on the pedestal in front of the hologram that appeared in front of him, he detailed the old man represented. While old with a long and silver beard, the man did not appear frail. He was tall, at least by modern standards with his 2 meters of height and had a tick build. He was dressed in a long blue robe with a gold medallion in the form of a lightning bolt around his neck. As he stepped on the pedestal, the old man's focus seemed to center on him, seemingly waiting patiently for him to speak.

Speaking directly in Alteran instead of Kobolian (a melting pot of ancient Greek and Alteran language), to show the hologram in front of him a basis of communication the Sergeant Major started his questions. "Hello, I am a member of the Terran Federation a coalition of planets in the Milky Way galaxy. Our Founder member is Earth, or Terra Atlantus. We are the descendants of the population living on the planet after you chased off the Goa'ould. We have come to search for any knowledge about the past of Kobol and its people."

Still looking at him, studying him, the hologram nodded and waved his hand in the air, making a stellar map appear in hologram form over the room. The old man stepped to the side and started his tale.

"Once we were a great civilization, an empire of hundred of worlds we terra formed to inhabit, seeding it with life. But one day, from one of the worlds we seeded, came a predator, an unnatural mutation of an insect that evolved through the millennia into a humanoid form, living by feeding on the life substance of living beings. We studied them until they became aware of us and decided we represented a much better food than they had ever seen before. So they hunted us. We fought back, considering them only a nuisance at best since their technology was inferior to us. We made a grave mistake. In just a hundred years of war they became a threat and before we knew it, we were losing the war. Planets after planets were destroyed and our military was powerless to destroy them. Finally the Lantian High Council, our government, decided to cut our losses and immerse our last City Ship and flee to our birthplace, Terra. "

Showing him the actual council session in a hologram, Zeus restarted his story. "Some of us left by Stargate the others by ship but when we discovered the planet we were horrified. Our descendants, the new evolution of Alterans in the galaxy were enslaved to parasites using them as labor soldiers and hosts to their will. We were enraged; escaping a war that destroyed our home only to return to our birthplace to such a Barbary was unthinkable and for many of us such an insult that the usual method to pacifically resolve the situation were not even taken into consideration. Thankfully our members that came through the gate were able to integrate themselves in the indigenous life of our descendants and started a resistance movement. By the time our ships arrived in orbit around the planet to attack the Parasites forces we were ready to start simultaneously the revolt on the surface and a space assault. Taken by surprise the parasites were forced to flee and we made sure to have several of their ships followed to their distant bases to be destroyed as a precaution and a warning. We stayed a little longer, asking the local population if some wanted to follow us in our journey. Terra had been stripped bare by the parasites in minerals essentials to our way of life and technology so establishing a settlement was impossible but we maintained an outpost and decided to relocate in another galaxy where we had sent probes showing us promising results. 13 tribes of men decided to join us in our journey and we finally established ourselves on Kobol were we founded our new civilization."

Kobol appeared in hologram in all its glory with its great cities showing their Alteran heritage but with a small Greek influence in the columns displayed in parts of the buildings.

The Sergeant Major examined more precisely the hologram in front of him, noticing the differences between the Kobol from today and the Kobol from the time of the Alterans. He noted every building of importance and made sure to have the video sent in encrypted messages to the Special Forces Teams on Kobol.

"What are you really? You can't be a simple hologram. I saw your expression before you looked at me, you were making a decision. Now I may be wrong but I think you are an ascended, the real Zeus interfering in the only way you can and I understand your position. The Terran Federation as a history of attracting the attention of ascended beings and have learned to deal with them. But you must understand: your people were almost wiped out by an enemy they themselves created and we are now their protectors. They now have a real chance of surviving and prospering but we need to know what really happened to show them their real history and not words from the past shrouded in mystery and mysticism. On Earth we have a saying written by one of our authors, George Santayana, "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it" and we have learned those words well for we always try not to repeat the mistakes from our us give the same opportunity to your people.

And as the Great Zeus, Head of the first Council of Kobol, looked at him, Sergeant Major Leona Travis knew he was being tested, his actions weighted and finally a decision was made in the great being in front of him. Expanding his arms wide, he exploded in light showing his ascended appearance, electricity dancing on his finger tips.

And as the words left his mouth, he could only hope that history would not doom his people further than they had before. After all if his cherished daughter could sacrifice herself to give the Kobolians time, then he could sacrifice himself to give them a future!

Cyrannus Sector: uncharted sector, deep in Cylon space.

One member of each line of Bio-Cylons except the Final Five stood in front of the throne, shrouded in shadows, and housing a strange man. He was tall, with long silver hair and beard and dressed in a golden robe covering him from head to toe, but with a surprisingly young face for someone having silver hair.

At first he was just a man, a farmer named Larikos just worrying about the weather for his next crop. Until one day, his god chose him. His god, Chronos, had chosen him to be his personal servant, privy to his secrets until the foreign gods came in their chariots and banished his god from the planet to the void of the galaxy beyond. Furious, desperate, he decided to do what his god would have wanted him to do. As the foreign gods asked for people willing to join them he stepped forward with the hope to learn everything he could on them, unravel their secrets and help his god crush them.

And he learned from them, becoming an assistant to one of the foreign gods, Apollo, he bided his time integrating himself in their society until he could strike.

But one day everything changed. After banishing his god they took all he had, his secrets, his technology, everything he left behind. And as the assistant of one of the gods he was a witness in their studies until they came to study the sarcophagus.

The sarcophagus, he knew, was the secret behind the immortality of his god and it was out of the question for these infidels to touch such a gift. After much consideration, a plan was devised. While pretending to be working on the sarcophagus, he faked his own death by mimicking the explosion of the sarcophagus and stole it in the same time in the confusion using the body of a Kobol citizen of the same build and age as him.

Thus he started his own path, working in secret to understand everything left to him, in his demented mind, by his god. But even a chosen of Chronos could not hope to understand such a technology in his lifetime but fortunately for him, the sarcophagus was able to sustain his life indefinitely granting him the gift of immortality. But this immortality came with a price, as the more he used it the more his mind changed, twisted, to the point that he thought himself as a god, a messenger for Chronos.

A hundred years after his disappearance from Kobol, the foreign gods ascended leaving this plane of existence after years of looking after the Kobolians and arriving at the end of their natural life. One after the other they ascended leaving everything in the hands of some of their descendants.

He watched as the Kobolian civilization grew, conserving the ideals of the foreign gods, worshipping them and expending their population. 3 000 years later they had colonized the entire planet, invented new ways to travel and explored their new galaxy. But after so long without any contact from their earthen brethren the council of Kobol gave the mission to one of their tribe to return to Earth, their birthplace and help their brethren. The 13th tribe was chosen for this mission and left with their fleet.

Unfortunately for them someone was watching. Seeing the Kobolians leaving in a sizeable force heading for the planet of their origin, Larikos saw an opportunity. He prepared a message which he encoded

The forces of the Goa'ould assembled, putting together a fleet from all the far corner of their domain. The 200 vessels composing the fleet of the 13th tribe encountered a force of 2 000 Ha'tak, Alkesh and Death Gliders.

Outnumbered but possessing a technological advantage they fought. But as everyone knows quantity in enough numbers was a quality on itself. The battle was gigantic, going on for hours until only a handful of ships remained on the two sides. Badly damaged and only capable of one last jump, the 13th tribe's Fleet chose to escape on a planet they encountered on their journey. They jumped away coming onto orbit of the planet only for their engines to blow out and for them to be forced to crash land on the planet. Trapped in a previously unknown system they could only hope that someday some of their brethren could find them.

2 000 years later, the council of Kobol was ready to send another tribe to find their missing one. But learning of this fact, Larikos chose a different plan. He sabotaged the facility providing most of the energy to Kobol by exploiting the natural magma chambers and rigged them to draw too much power at once, planning to destroy all life on Kobol at one time.

As the first tremors appeared on the surface of Kobol the people panicked and revolts appeared in the streets to escape. Only a couple of ships had been able to depart and the situation seemed dire for the survival of the people of Kobol.

For the Ascended the situation was nerve wracking, the civilization they had built and nurtured was falling apart. The geo thermal energies of the planet were ready to render it apart and not enough time remained to evacuate every one. But the ascended could not help their people as any interference in the affairs of the lower planes could completely throw away the balance of things and they were, with all their power, helpless. But one ascended could not let matters rest, she could not let her people die and damn the consequences. In a burst of light, she appeared in the sky of Kobol's capital amazing the onlookers assembled in the central plaza. She raised her arms in the air and spoke in a voice that reached every corner of the planet. "My People, I, Athena, sacrifice myself for you to give you time. Flee, and survive for us, for Kobol."

And as she finished her words, she burst in a brilliant light so bright nobody could look directly at her. As the light died, so did the tremors of the earth. Her sacrifice, the literal combustion of the energy of her soul to stabilize the core of the planet gave the opportunity for the fleet of the 12 remaining Tribes to gather their people and run away. As the last ship exited the planet's atmosphere, the volcanoes of Kobol erupted, sending a powerful wave of magma running down their flanks to the city below. As the magma started spewing from the mouth of the volcanoes so did ashes that entered the atmosphere, covering the whole planet in a shadow obscuring the sun.

For the Kobolians witnessing this event, only one thought ran in their heads. Kobol, the home of millions and cradle of the Kobolian civilization would be unlivable for at least the next millennia, ending an Era of Enlightenment.

The messenger god was satisfied. Even if at least half of the population of Kobol had survived the holocaust, and Kobol had not been destroyed as he had planned, the settling on the colonies did not go well. Dissensions began to appear between the Tribes over resources vital to their survival. After six millennia of peace and unity on Kobol, the 12 tribes renamed themselves as colonies and made war against each other as they forgot most of their legacies, inventing more and more ways to destroy each other until the creation of the Cylons to do war in their place.

And one day the Cylon rebelled against their human creators. Used for centuries in the inter-colonial wars as shock troops, the Cylons developed an artificial intelligence as the colonies in their thirst for power did not have the forethought to protect their creations against such an occurrence.

But in the final months of the first Cylon War, the Cylons were approached by a being more powerful and knowledgeable then they believed capable. Someone they took as their God.

They made peace with the Colonials, bidding their time and learning from their God, evolving thanks to his teachings. And finally they returned to finish his work, what he could not finish 2 000 years ago.

They were proud to serve him but today they were not coming as victors but as defeated children pleading for their God and father to save them from their enemies. And the Messenger God listened to their tales, watched their recordings and came to a revelation. The foreign god's Legacy still remained and these enemies were all the proof he needed. He rose from his throne and lightly touched a console on his right activating the ring platform transporting him and his children to a location far away, the bridge of his flagship.

As they appeared on the bridge, they witnessed the power of their god. In front of them stood an enormous fleet of at least a thousand ships in the general star pattern of the Basestars but with a major difference: these ships were in the form of a nine edge star.

While Larikos had given the Cylons a lot of technology, enough for them to be able to completely decimate the Colonial Fleet, the real technology, the one he had taken from the Kobolians and the Goa'ould was reserved for his personal army.

As the representatives of each loyal line of Cylon watched, their god stepped in front of a pedestal and activated a system. Suddenly a violent bright light shined in front of them, illuminating rows upon rows of unfamiliar looking droids. Resembling vaguely the new Cylon centurions used by the Cylons currently, the newly revealed army looked in a word terrifying. At 2 and a half meter tall, their dark gleaming armor covered every inch of their skeleton. Each of their arms sported some kind of weapon in the form of a small canon, while their claw like arms were ready to take one of the two melee weapons emerging from the side of their thigh. As they came online, they stood at attention and a green glowing light appeared in the eye emplacement of their helmet. Finally a glowing field appeared around them, bathing them in a silvery light.

And as he turned toward them again, their god spoke, something he had never done before for them. "Now my children, in your hour of need, I have come. Take my might and show these foreigners that only my word is true. You are my children and nothing can stand against you if you remain faithful."

And as they bowed to him, and drank his words the Messenger God of Chronos smiled as he saw the complete devotion and love they had for him. Once again, he would show these foreign gods that they were nothing against his might.