Disclaimer: This is fan fiction. We all know who owns BSG. Unfortunately it is not me. I am just borrowing it for fun. No copyright infringement is intended and no money will be made. It is for the authors own amusement and to help others smile. We hope !

Rating PG to NC- 17 for adult situations and violence.

You have been warned!!

Summary: This is about TOS BSG. It will begin with an other branch of humanity but they will eventually meet up and deal with the Cylons and their allies.

Authors Notes: This has been spell and grammar checked but not betaed read at your own risk.

This series does not recognize that felgercarb They now call BSG. It has no bearing on the mini or its other so called series. If you are looking for GINO this ain't it. This was one of the first fan fictions I wrote so it is not broken into normal chapter form.

I apologize in advance for this.

Lost Tribes Of Kobol

Chapter 50( A Moment of Self Pity) PG

Adama was joined by his brother Noah. He was standing watching the sun rise over the planet. It had been yearns since he had just taken time to do this. It had been yearns since he had even really had a chance to consider doing something as simple as watching the sun rise. Noah came to him and sensed his elder brother was deeply troubled.

"What is wrong Adama?"

The elder Sagan turned to face the younger. He sighed deeply. "What will we find in the colonies? Are any of my people still alive? Will they think we are traitors for leaving them. I have gone over and over the choices I made. Sometimes I wonder if perhaps there was an other way."

Noah went to him. He stood only a meter away. "Adama your fleet was in ruins your planets were burning and more cylons were coming. You had one ship with less then a full compliment of vipers. No communication with the ground and no back up. You had to make a decision in less then a centon. Your people turned to you and demanded answers. You reached down inside and found one. It was not an easy answer and it was not a perfect one. However you made the best choice that you could given the information you had. Maybe it was…the only answer at the time. I think we will find people there. I believe some will hate you. Others will be glad you brought reinforcements. In the end you did the best you could."

Adama nodded "But does that comfort the dead."

"No, but then they are past care. The living will feel anger and perhaps joy. We will be here to help you." Noah said

Adama nodded. "I just wake in the night sometimes…"

"Yes, and so do I. But we can not be frozen we must act. We still have several hundred ships worth of people counting on us."

"I know Noah. I suppose it was just self pity." Adama said

"Well you have had your 10 centons worth let's get back to work." Noah said slapping him on the back.

Adama nodded and followed his brother back to the colony. He was right they had to dwell on the now the past was done and it would shape the future but it was not insurmountable.