Battlestar Galactica
CIC

"Helm, flank speed for home." Adama stated.

"Admiral, Captain Adama and Lieutenant Valeri request to land and refuel." Dualla spoke up. "They only have a quarter of fuel left"

Adama frowned but nodded. "Recall our fighters and inform the other battlestars to withdraw. We can't win this fight."

()

"Galactica to all Vipers, return to your ships or the nearest battlestar. I repeat, return to your ships or the nearest battlestar."

"They're calling a retreat? What the frak?" Kara grunted as she blasted another Raider. "All the other battlestars are still fighting!"

"Stow it, Starbuck. They can fight longer than us and we'll run out of fuel before they do." Lee grunted. "Captain Apollo to all Vipers, return to the Galactica."

The Vipers and Raptors quickly turned around and flew towards the Galactica at full speed, struggling to avoid getting blown up as the Cylons chased after them. One by one they landed in the landing bay while the Galactica's plasma turrets turned on the pursuing Cylons and fired, forcing them back.

()

"We've collected over eighty fighters with seventy of them belonging to us, Admiral." Dualla reported.

"Very well. Flank speed to Caprica and order the fleet to follow us." Adama replied, feeling the Galactica's engines flaring up as it glided away from Cimtar.

()

"They're retreating."

"Then it is time. Initiate the third stage. Alert the gun crews."

"By your command."

Helio Alpha
I.K.S. Bortasqu

Not all planets were as lucky as the ones who had ships from another galaxy to save them from further destruction. Cylon Raiders let loose a full salvo of disruptors and plasma torpedoes that slammed into giant space stations and dry docks where reserve Battlestars were docked for refueling and overhaul. The space stations were torn apart from enemy fire ripping them apart, destroying point defense turrets and shield generators, leaving the Colonials with no means to protect themselves. Those who did not die instantly in the explosions were suffocated from decompression when they exposed to the vacuum of space.

It was not over as the Cylon Basestar that arrived with them fired a barrage of high powered disruptor pulses that destroyed what was left of the stations and their ships in a bright blast of blazing hellfire.

The ships that were not destroyed instantly found themselves hit by debris causing even more damage and destruction. There was chaos and confusion in the skies above the Colonies as the Cylons attacked anything they saw as humans. Battlestars shattered like glass under the constant barrage anti-proton beams from the Basestar. The confusion wore off as the people screamed for help and Battlestars along with their cruisers and escorts rushed to defend their homes.

Vipers launched as they came into firing range of the Basestar, only for them to be overwhelmed by the thousands of Raiders that launched from the Basestar. The Basestar had no trouble as bright blue bolts of lights slammed into the nearest cruiser, burning through the hull easily and killing anyone they touched. Cylon Raiders easily picked the Vipers and Raptors apart, not stopping until every single ship carrying a single human being was destroyed. As the carnage continued the surviving Cylon Basestar took position over Picon, ready for the next part of the plan.

Colonial Fleet Headquarters, a massive space station in orbit of Picon was already scrambling to launch everything as their scanners detected multiple ships approaching and reports of attacks on the other colonies came in. Reserve Battlestars moved away from the docking clamps, Vipers and Raptors launched from the hangars and civilian ships tried to clear the area before they were caught in the cross fire. The Cylons were settling into planetary orbit as the Colonial ships raced to meet them before they could attack the planet below.

Cylon Raiders flew towards the Colonial ships, targeting them and preparing to fire just as the Basestar fired its anti-proton beam, punching the station's shields into the red and was broken by the Raiders that swarmed the station, slowly blasting it to pieces. As this happened the Basestar angled its weapons down to the planet, firing its plasma beams on all cities.

"Everywhere we go these machines are butchering the humans here. These things have no honor!" Koren growled. "Bring us in! They will pay for such murder in front of me!"

()

"They're attacking." The girl said, listening to the screaming through the comm channels. "But something else is happening."

"What is it?" The woman asked.

"The Cylons are being attacked by ships that are not Colonial." The father answered. "I don't know how but their technology is in many ways similar but more advanced than us and the Cylons…They might be the ones who are responsible for the Cylons' upgrade."

"What about the Colonies? What's happening?" The mother asked.

"They must have infiltrated the Colonies and left backdoors for them to enter and order Colonial defenses to shut down." The father whispered. "We'll have to use the command they left us."

"Once we use the Cylons will adapt to it and we won't be able to use it again." The daughter pointed out.

"And if we don't use it the Colonies are gone."

Hearing her father's argument she nodded and activated a special program they had devised over the years as she slid the holo-band back on and slid back into her trance. "Progress reports coming in. The farms of Aerilon are burning. The beaches of Canceron are burning. The plains of Leonis are burning. The jungles of Scorpia are burning. The pastures of Tauron are burning. The harbours of Picon are burning. The cities of Caprica are burning. The oceans of Aquaria are burning. The courthouses of Libran are burning. The forests of Virgon are burning. The Colonies lie trampled at the feet of the children."

As she spoke the special program activated.

"The makers of the makers falling before the child but the children of the children come, wielding the sword of the Klingon and the power of the Force of the universe that shall save the many. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. Apotheosis was the beginning before the beginning. Devices are on alert. Observe the procedures of a general alert. The base and the pinnacle. The flower inside the fruit that is both its parent and child. Decadent the ancestors are the makers and children. The portal in that which passes has delivered the children of the First and awakened the great Force to us."

Battlestar Galactica
CIC

Lee and Kara rushed into the CIC, seeing Adama and Tigh at the command post, listening to the incoming reports. "Captains Adama and Thrace reporting in, sir."

Adama looked over at them. "Good to have you back."

He meant it as he already had to endure losing his youngest son and who knows how many pilots out there today.

"Admiral, what's the plan?" Lee asked, getting straight to the point.

Adama looked at his eldest son and saw that he was ready to lead the next attack against the Cylons. He understood because he wanted to turn back and destroy all the Cylons that were harassing the fleet. "We're returning to the Colonies. I suspect the peace conference was diversion so the Cylons could slip past our defences."

"How the hell could the Cylons do that?" Kara asked.

"All we do know at this point is they've achieved total surprise." Adama answered as he looked at the tactical screen. "We need to get away, regroup and get back to the Colonies as fast as possible."

"Admiral, I'm reading something…An energy build from inside Cimtar…It's higher than anything I've ever seen…" Abigail said from her station, frowning at the readings her scans were showing. "It's building to critical levels!"

()

The surface of Cimtar was riddled with explosions as large cracks started forming red flaming pieces of rocks flying out of the cracks.

()

"What the hell is going on?" Tigh asked as the visual images of Cimtar showed the planet looking ready to explode. "What have those toasters done now?"

"Admiral, the planet…It's going explode!" Abigail cried out.

Adama spun his head towards the helm station. "Tell the fleet to begin emergency manoeuvres."

It was too late as the dead planet Cimtar exploded, sending flaming debris everywhere.

Including the Colonial Fleet.

"Full power to shields!"

The Galactica's shields glowed bright green as debris slammed into the energy fields surrounding the massive ship. The ship shook, knocking more than one person off their feet and consoles sparked and exploded. The shaking finally ended after nearly two minutes, leaving the CIC in total disarray as everyone struggled to pick themselves up.

"Damage report." Adama grunted as he leaned on the table.

"Shields down to thirteen percent. Plasma conduits short circuiting across the ship." Gaeta reported.

"Get our repair teams moving! On the double!" Tigh barked.

"Admiral…Scans are reading something where the planet was…It's metal." Abby reported, her eyes widening at the scanning results she was seeing.

R.R.W. Lleiset
Bridge

"Commander, I am detecting something from within the center of the explosion where the planet was. I am reading hull alloys composed of several armored alloys, matching carbon and neutronium." Salen stated. "I'm also reading a giant energy surge…It's powered by an Omega molecule."

Jarock's head turned sharply to the screen, seeing a black sphere that was as almost as large as the planet it had been built into. It reminded Jarock of the Dyson Spheres back in the universe they had come from but it was obvious this was different.

"It's a doomsday weapon." Jarock realized.

The smaller cannons along the surface glowed, gathering energy.

"They're ready to fire!"

()

"Prep emergency lightspeed. Get us far away as we can now!" Adama shouted, watching the view screen as the cannons lining the space station hidden in the planet prepared to fire. "Any direction! Tell the fleet to regroup at Caprica!"

The people at the helm station worked fast as the countdown to their destruction came closer and closer.

()

A golden Centurion stood in the command center of the Weapon. "Charge the Energy Coils. Target the Colonial Fleet. Fire when ready."

The Pulsar weapon was the standard ship destroying weapon of the Cylon Basestar. A powerful Anti-Proton Particle Beam weapon that could cut through armor and shields easily due to the volatile nature that happened when the anti-protons collided with their targets, drilling through shields and armor like a hot knife through butter. The Colonial military had worked to develop counter-measures, creating multiple armored hulls that would struggle to hold against this new weaponry but it was almost impossible to successfully block an Anti-Proton Beam weapon, especially on a Cylon capital ship.

Only now they had created a weapon with over a dozen Pulsar weapons, capable of destroying an entire fleet.

And an entire planet as well.

Only before the Centurion could give the order to fire something caused it to freeze. The Cylons froze as something infected their systems, freezing. Unfortunately the Cylon network quickly adapted to the virus and destroyed it. The Cylons scanned the data network and discovered a foreign transmission that was similar to their own but was programmed to shut down all Cylons that had received the signal. The transmissions were on a frequency that would not affect Colonial ships but the Cylons would adapt quickly.

Their data network would slowly repel the attempt to overpower the computing power of their network. Their Imperious Leader had anticipated such an attack and already they were fighting back and destroying the foreign coding.

It was familiar with this type of coding and knew of only one group of people capable of this: The Graystones.

The creators of it and its Cylon children still lived, no doubt to maintain a possible defence for the Colonies. In the meantime the Cylons would concentrate on wiping out the Colonial Fleet, destroying the humans in space before turning the survivors on the ground.

The Command Centurion reactivated and took a second to ensure its brethren were active before giving the order. "Fire."

()

The arrays glowed brighter as each second passed until it was fully charged and fired a bright blue beam that collided with the disorganized Battlestars, burning through the hull and hitting the Tylium energizer which caused a chain reaction leading the giant ship to vanish in a giant ball of fire.

()

"Engaging lightspeed engines now!" Gaeta called out as the Galactica shot forward, shooting through space, leaving the space carnage behind them.

"Adjust course towards Caprica." Adama said, looking the view screen that showed massive station grow smaller as the distance between them grew greater.

"What's our status?" Tigh asked, releasing a breath in relief.

"We've picked up around a hundred Vipers and Raptors in the last hour that reported the fleets were pursuing Cylon activity." Gaeta answered.

"How many battlestars?" Adama asked.

Gaeta hesitated. "…None."

"What?" Tigh asked.

"We are the only confirmed surviving battlestar." Gaeta answered sadly.

Adama and Tigh shared before Adama sighed. "Good lord…"

()

"A Colonial ship managed to go to warp before it was hit. The rest…Didn't make it." Salen spoke solemnly.

Jarok watched the wreckage of the once proud Colonial Fleet. "Pull back but give me a detailed scan of that weapon."

Salen frowned. "Thirty anti-proton cannons and the large weapon is something else. I'm still trying to scan it. Whatever it is it is gather enough power that could match a thousand starships."

'A super-weapon.' Jarock realized. "Send this information to the taskforce and inform them what has happened with all of our information. I want us back with the taskforce now."

The Lleiset, still under cloak, turned around and went to warp at full speed. This was becoming less of a war and more of a massacre.

And they were still caught in the middle of it.

()

"Colonial Fleet destroyed." The Centurion at the firing station reported to the Gold Command Centurion who stood silent for a moment.

"Status of the attack."

The Centurion crew accessed the virtual stream, the source of the Cylon network and looked for information regarding the attack on the Colonies.

The attack had gone not as expected.

"Unidentified ships have attacked two Basestars. One is destroyed while the other is crippled."

"Show me the attackers." The Command Centurion access the network, seeing the strange and unidentified ships. "Contact the Imperious Leader."

Helios Delta
Ragnorak
Republic Star Destroyer Protector
Bridge

"Preparations continue through the night here at the Caprica Presidium. We can see at the moment it is somewhat deserted, but with the new dawn, it'll be full of Capricans, coming here, eagerly and joyfully, to usher in a new era, the era of peace. So far, details of the armistice meeting going on at this very movement on the star Kobol are not coming in as we had hoped for. It seems that this is due to the unusual electrical interferences which are blocking out all interstellar communications. However as soon they are available, we will be showing you the first pictures of something that has been described as the most significant event in history."

The sound of engines caused the news reporter to look up and suddenly look fearful. No one needed to ask why as explosions were heard.

"Oh, my God. It's a tremendous explosion! Are we getting this on the camera?" The reporter asked, becoming fearful as people started because of the sound of weapons fire. "People are running everywhere. They're running in different directions."

The news channels showed the visitors from another universe their cities as they were attacked by incoming fighters. Energy bolts, bombs, and beams scorched the planets they attacked as the people screamed.

"…reaching on a broad front from the lakes to the peninsula. Thirty-one cities are known to be under heavy attack. People running on fire!"

"I can't tell you what it's like. I'm all alone here. I can't reach anyone."

"…reports devastation throughout the mainland."

"This is the most terrible thing I've ever witnessed."

"We're on fire!"

"Emergency!"

"There are hundreds of fires. A sea of fire."

"The water supply is cut off. We have no water."

"I'm told the death toll is in the thousands-"

"Colonial Headquarters is under attack. A second wave is coming in! We have no defenses! Is anyone on this channel?"

The taskforce listened to the news reports as the Cylon attack began, scorching the planets and cities. It seemed the enemy was intent on wiping these people out based on reports from the Lleiset and the Bortasqu.

"This has been happening all over the star system. As best we can tell the ship we damaged was a Cylon ship, referred as a Basestar that was hiding in the gas giant, preparing to attack the nearby planets. We stopped it but the Cylons have been launching attack ships on all the planets." Captain Shon stated. "The planets that have been hit the hardest are in flames."

Anakin looked at his wife, seeing the look on her face at the sound of so much destruction and death. "What about station they built into the planet?"

"Commander Jarock reported it is powered an Omega particle." Shon answered.

"I seem to recall you talking about that after the Elachi raid." Anakin commented. "I know it's classified but if it's a danger to us here I'd like to know."

Shon sighed but nodded. "It's a particle that generates an extraordinary amount of power. A single particle can produce an entire year's worth of power but it's also very dangerous. It is highly volatile and can destroy subspace covering an entire sector. To that end the Omega Protocol was founded, a directive that states if any Omega particles are found they are to be destroyed immediately. To our knowledge only the Borg and possibly the Iconians along with these Cylons have been able to stabilize Omega as a power source."

"With a station that large it makes sense." Anakin noted.

"Only if destroying the enemy fleet was its only purpose." Evan Piell stated grimly.

Cylon Battlestation
Formerly Cimtar

"These ships appeared out of nowhere and attacked our fleet?" The live image of the Imperious Leader asked, frowning at the Command Centurion that used the virtual stream to contact its emperor.

"Affirmative. We do not know their origins." The Command Centurion answered. "We have confirmed the Graystones are still alive and are aiding the humans."

"Then we must alter our strategy. Tell me of the Battlestar that escaped."

"It has been identified as the Battlestar Galactica." The Command Centurion said, having identified the Battlestar that escaped by going to warp just before it could be destroyed.

"Then Cavil's strategy failed. Be sure to seek him out and tell him I am displeased. Tell him I offer him a choice: deliver the Battlestar Galactica..." The Imperious Leader leaned forward. "Or deliver his head. I want the Graystones dead before they can hack into our network again."

"And what of the unknown ships?"

"We have come prepared for this scenario, Centurion. Prepare the weapon." The Imperious Leader answered.

"By your command, Imperious Leader."

()

"Something has happened…Lucifer."

The Imperious Leader spun around, facing what appeared to be a human but its scanners told it that whoever or whatever that stood before it was not human. It searched its databanks, the vast majority of the Cylon network and could only find one name.

The entity had been mentioned many times in the Sacred Scrolls, detailing events that led to the downfall of Kobol.

The Jealous God.

Mephistopheles.

Diaboles.

The Prince of Darkness.

And finally the name the Lords of Kobol had given him: Count Iblis.

The name of the one who had started the revolt that led to the Calamity and ended with the departure of the Thirteen Tribes with only Iblis alive to know the Thirteenth Tribe was descended from the machines that had evolved into an organic form of life but he saw little use for a machine race that allowed itself to be weakened by the flesh. That was why he cared nothing for the destruction of the Thirteenth Tribe at the hands of its own creation while he sat back, waiting and plotting for thousands of years for when the conflict started gain. Only this time he planned for a change to be made to the cycle so that when the time was right he would finally have his revenge and spite the Lords that had abandoned Kobol in the aftermath of the Calamity, seemingly finally learning the lesson of their pride.

To say the least Iblis hated the children of Kobol, he hated the Lord of Kobol, and he hated anything not under his control. He was the closest a mortal had ever come to being immortal and did he receive any recognition from it?

No.

The Lords of Kobol named him a mere count with no rights or privileges that the Lords kept to themselves to keep their subjects under control. The secret of Resurrection technology that would allow a mortal human to live forever and the Lords denied him the praise he deserved for becoming a God. Seeking revenge on the Lords of Kobol he approached the people of Kobol, offering them the secret to immortality, tempting them with eternal life and to become his followers, servants, and warriors. It was this act that led to the destruction of Kobol and forced the survivors into exile.

Not that he cared in the slightest.

All he cared about was finishing what he started centuries ago and now he would watch as the children of Kobol slowly suffered for the sins of their Gods and today he was going to see it.

"What is thy bidding, creator?" The Imperious Leader bowed.

"There's been complication in the plan…An intruder." The old man continued. "These interlopers have interfered in the very crucial phase of the plan. They must be dealt with."

"They cannot stop us. The Weapon will destroy what is left of them, scattering the dust of their remains across the stars. They will not stand in our way."

"We shall see."