Record keeping time: Getting back to President Morgan Clark. He was a lot of things, a double-dealing, backstabbing, untrustworthy, murderous dictator with delusion of grandeur and that's just the tip of the iceberg. For a character who to my knowledge never uttered a single word onscreen, he had a lot of influence on the whole show. Even when he was ordering the GOD (Global orbital defense) satellites to burn Earth as a final act of defiance, all we saw was him writing a note justifying his actions before he (I think committed suicide). It was very likely that he alone had the abort codes to stop genocide…

But the main question is was he manipulated by the Shadows?

The complex answer is 'yes' and 'no'.

The Vice-President Clark was approached by the agents of the Shadows and offered a deal. If they engineered the death of the President Santiago, then he would be able to seize power in return for a favor later on. He agreed, Santiago on Air force One was blown into kingdom come and he became president of Earth Alliance. Everything that happened once he became president, he did on his own without Shadow interference. Yes, it is likely some elements of PsiCorps were influenced as well.

However, the Shadows never collected on their depts. They were too busy dealing with Sheridan, the Vorlons and Babylon Five's influence to collect on Clark. Point in fact, they were so concerned that the gave Clark Shadow technology to deal with B5 and its resistance. I believe they considered Clark as a secondary pawn not ready for prime time because he had not brought Earth Alliance completely to heel. He wasn't useful to their plans yet. This is why I believe that he was and was not manipulated. That nutcase Catagia was another story… he did have to return a favor which lead to the destruction of an Island on Centauri Prime.

Here, Clark has free reign and is doing exactly what the Shadows want him too… and they don't have to do a thing to help chao along.

CHAPTER XV

Book II

'Tidal Wave' Part IV

Unite Coalition of Worlds Territory:

The Daedalus II-class battlecruiser Norwich exited from FLT fiver light minutes from the unwary Cylon fleet. The Norwich was cloaked, the distortion wave from its exit never detected. In a few moments all movement from the UCW warship ceased while it began scanning for targets, identifying the potential threats and weaknesses of the Cylon fleet. Very quickly, it was determined that the ships being scanned didn't have the characteristics seen of the attacks recorded from the Tok'ra and several Human worlds that were part of the Protective Planets Treaty they were searching for. The weapons profiles weren't characteristic of those that they previously analyzed. Nevertheless, these Cylons were clearly an aggressive species and the UCW intended to send them a message. The universe was getting smaller and smaller every day and threats to UCW worlds would not be tolerated. The UCW were more concerned about this unknown, very aggressive enemy who was far more dangerous. The attacks on UCW territory and the worlds widely acknowledged by everyone as probing attacks to determine how the UCW would respond. The unknows wanted to assess the UCW's capabilities. Everyone was expecting an attack sooner rather than later and they were all on edge.

What was done to the Tok'ra was horrific. The Tollanians, Terrans, the Race, the Asgard and the others of the UCW were preparing. Initially. it was believed that the rapidly maturing Ashtorath Goa'uld Empire were behind the attacks; however, reporting from all sources indicated that the Goa'uld were staying far away from UCW territories and PPT worlds. That actions in and of itself served only to aggravate their collective suspicions. The Goa'uld were never ones to shy away from anything. They knew something and that something was big enough to make them stay out of the way.

For the Asgardian's their rapidly expanding population created challenges of its own that needed to be addressed. Those problem emerged because many of the elders wanted to push the maturation cycles of their children to bring them to adulthood as soon as possible. But there were just as many who were opposed, who wanted the children to grow up naturally. That faction was concerned about making the same mistakes they had before. Easy fixes in a quest for perfection was something they shied away from. Eventually, the Asgard population reluctantly agreed and now they were hip deep with young teenagers which included all of the joys that went with it. The Terrans, Tollans, and the Nox found it terribly amusing.

By Asgard and Nox standards, the Terrans were young, however Humanity had something in common with the Asgard which was not seen among the Nox and that was their attitudes about enemies. Both believed in terrifying their enemies sufficiently to make them regret ever crossing their paths as aggressors.

The Asgard were brutally reminded of his lesson when the other dimensional entities called the Vorlons, first tried to subjugate and then attack the Asgard and planned to destroy Earth. The Vorlons considered the Asgard a middle but up and coming race, one of value but still had a lot to learn about the ways of the universe

But it was the Terrans that confused and disturbed the ancient extra-dimensional species. They had originally assumed that these Humans were like the Humans of the Earth Alliance in their universe and from a cursory view, they were. But in reality, they weren't, a fact they found out abruptly during the Achilles and Prometheus visit to their universe. Like the telepaths of Earth Alliance had discovered, the Vorlons couldn't enter the minds of the Terrans from this universe. Unlike the PsiCorps Humans. The blockage didn't cause them pain however, their far more powerful mental probes were literally rejected which was something that had never happened to the Vorlons before when dealing with the younger races, the same one whom they personally genetically altered. Not only couldn't the Vorlons not read the other Humans but they were rejected from their minds by a process they couldn't understand and couldn't accept. These Humans couldn't be controlled as so many other races were because they had already been altered by other First Ones, they assumed. As such, this species of Human needed to be removed if their plans to create a new testing ground for their experiments. Their grand plan was to create societies where order could be studied and pushed to its greatest potential among the races of this new galaxy however, if the plan was to work, then all Humans everywhere in the galaxy would have to be eliminated from the test area. Unless they weren't modified like the so-named Terran Tau'ri, they were useless to the Vorlon plans. They were contamination not to be tolerated.

The Asgard were deemed useful but needed to be genetically modified to see the Vorlons as god-like beings. The Vorlons had genetically modified many races so that they would be seen as angels of light and order, to be in awe of them and to be seen as beings of order. Further, the Asgard technology had to be removed if the tests were to be properly conducted as it didn't fit into the definition of what the Vorlons believed was the right path for younger races.

To put it mildly, both the Asgard and the Terrans resisted those plans and a genocidal war between those powers began. The Goa'uld were not involved but there was little doubt that they too would have joined the Terrans and Asgard to battle against the Vorlons as the Old Race considered the Human hosts in the same manner as they did the Terrans. They did not have the same telepathic resistance as the Terrans, but the traits were still there to a degree. The Vorlon Collective was adamant. If the traits were there, then it had to be extinguished.

The Vorlons first attacked whom they considered the greater threat first. Before that, the aliens of order openly communicated their intent and plans to the Asgard believing that they would see reason and do what the Vorlons had decreed was in the best interests of everyone. At the same time, they passed through the dimensional rift and secretly prepared to attack. To openly communicate their plans believing it would be accepted by the Asgard was a foolish mistake, one of so many in the long history of the Vorlon Empire…

Earth Alliance never detected the massive Vorlon fleets as they slipped through the rift unimpeded by the terrible energies. Earth alliance never know how large and vast the rift truly was, hence, the area they knew of was considered the only real passage from one universe to the other. In a way, the Vorlons repeated something that they tried before with disastrous results. Now, they were repeating the same thing and expecting different results.

The Vorlon attack fleet was immense, managing to destroy the Asgard's under protected new home world in the Milky Way galaxy in spite of fierce resistance by the small aliens. Recovering from the Replicators, their meager defenses were incapable of defending against six thousand Vorlon attack craft that besieged and destroyed the new Asgard home world. Billions died while the Vorlons also attacked every Human-occupied world they could find. The Vorlons were shocked by the losses occurred attacking such a small number of Middle Ones, still recovering from another war.

Any discovered stargates were obliterated from orbit by their massive planet killers causing massive damage to the planet and obliterating all human lie. Many of those world's inhabitants died never knowing why or indeed how they were being destroyed.

The Vorlons would not tolerate such devices as they could not control. Such devices could easily contaminate the experimental test zone. Hyperspace faster-than-light drives were to be banned and removed from the memories of the newly modified races they encountered. Those races would be returned to the stone age, to begin their civilization over once more under the guidance of Vorlons wisdom. It would take thousands of years of preparation, and possibly several restructurings of the races, but they were patient.

Incensed, the Asgard gathered their meager fleet and fought back. The fledging Terran fleet sent everything they had. All four of their ships were thrown into the heart of the battle and all suffered significant damage and it was one of the ships during that time that accidently discovered the Colonies of Kobol located not too far from the fighting. Fortunately for them, they were protected by a huge nebula and severe gravitational eddies caused by three collapsed stars that effectively isolated the region from the attentions of the rest of the galaxy. No one expected that there would be life surviving in such dangerous conditions. Those conditions isolated the Colonials and saved their lives.

The Vorlons could not conceive of the fact that Asgard ships and their Human allies were so overwhelming powerful. Terran ships were inconsequential by themselves as they had only a handful of them. But combined with the Asgard, and their shields being modified by the Asgard they became foes to be feared. After their initial victories, their fleets were decimated. Frightened by the power of the Asgard, the number of losses and Vorlon deaths, they abandoned their plans and fled back through the rift. They had prepared for a battle, not a war.

The Vorlons being an almost immortal species took the deaths of so many others of their kind very badly and their collective fear of an invasion of powerful aliens, from yet another reality served to break their resolve. After millions of years, the terror of the Sinhindrea invasion still terrified them and ripped at their resolve. The genetic memory of that war was too deeply ingrained, and that fear broke them. They abandoned their plan and fled back through the rift and the safety of their home.

A very angry Asgard fleet followed and the war ended with the Vorlon home star going nova and several supporting worlds of the empire turned into lifeless, incinerated chunks of debris. No less than eight Vorlon fortress worlds and civilian populations were wiped from existence. In a few thousand years, the inhabitants of Earth Alliance and their surrounding sectors would be witnessed to two new supernovas in the once Vorlon sector of space.

The Shadow's ever watching Eye watched the Vorlon's destruction l and found it amusing, terrifying and ultimately very interesting. The newly discovered rift provided possibilities that were never thought of before. A new universe provided a fertile playground that the Vorlons could never interfere with. With the Asgard all but wiped out, they were free to create as they wanted. The other species were not considered threats. In this both the Shadows and Earth Alliance agreed. With the Asgard all but wiped out, the Shadows believed that their newly discovered universe was ripe for conquest by the forces of Chaos. They could do what the Vorlons failed at and would be a slap in the faces of what was left of the Vorlons.

If the Earth Alliance knew of the Asgard and their technology given to the other Earth, they might not have been so obsessed with trying to find it. But then again, it would have made Clark even more inflamed and dedicated to take what he believed was rightfully his.

To the people of the galaxy, other than the Nox and a select few people of Earth, it was believed, that the Asgard had committed suicide because of grief at the loss of so much of their population. Those on Earth were told of their clonal degradation, and choice to commit suicide was because of their cloned bodies were becoming unviable after thousands of copying procedures. Copies of copies upon copies had doomed the Asgard. This was the truth. It also provided cover for the lie that the Asgard were no more. The Goa'uld were happy, but then the hated Tau'ri was discovered to have inherited that vast alien knowledge. And they were formidable and the Goa'uld feared them.

"Captain, sensors confirm fifteen capital vessels, one hundred six fighters flying CAP." He shook his head. Those were a lot of fighters and the capitals were carrying huge numbers of them. Each capital holds approximately eight hundred fifty of the fighters. The smaller vessels have several squadrons of their own," he said, shaking his head. "There are ten dedicated warships, same configuration as the ones who attacked the Jorpna, one large troop transport with tens of thousands in suspended animation, one large supply vessel, two fuel carriers and one ship identified as a mining ship. Fifteen designates. The fuel carriers are refueling the warships now."

"Bad for them, good for us," Colonel Jamison said. "Supply final attack coordinates to the squadron."

"Transmitting now. All units acknowledging. UCW elements will be in positions in five minutes.'

Randall Cavil hadn't stopped pacing his basestar's command center since the fleet's arrival at the latest coordinates. To their credit and despite the pressure that they were all under, the others were doing their jobs efficiently, preparing for the long journey home. They were models of efficiency spurred on by desperation and fear.

The abject failure of the expedition galled him to no end, and it. The Thirteener meatbags were more dangerous than anticipated, not because they were any better than their Colonial cousins but because they had allies that were an unknown equation in any Cylon plan. That one fact made them more dangerous and a very real threat like nothing the Cylons had ever encountered.

Randall emotions turned to rage as he realized that the fear and humiliation that he was anticipating when John found out what had happened to the mission felt wrong and disproportionate to the overall situation. It shocked and then angered him as he realized something was wrong with him. His actions were a betrayal to what he was.

He was a Number One as well! Why was he, and Gregor for that matter, so submissive to John? It had to be some kind of conditioning or reprogramming he thought. For his own sake and the rest of his line, it was something that he had to look into as soon as possible. He didn't like being played and his instincts were telling him that this was what was happening not only to him but the others as well and none of them had known about it. He understood John's reasoning and desires to remove the Thirteenth from the equations. However his stupid, secret plan had upset the balance.

But that wasn't the only thing that he was worried about. John, the so-called leader of the Cylons in general and his line in particular was obsessed with killing all Humans as soon as possible. His plans were half-cocked and impulsive and usually implements when he didn't get his way. Therefore, Randall knew exactly what was going to happen.

John would rage about the expedition's incompetence and failure to complete the mission of wiping out the Colonials and Thirteeners. Then he'd rage that no one followed his plans properly, which he would claim was the reason why the expedition failed. He would rage that the Leobens jumped too quickly. He would rage about the aliens not being a real threat and then start making plans to wipe out the Thirteeners and the aliens for the greater glory of the Cylon race.

It was enough for him to promise to blow John's brains out if he dared say anything before the expedition finished its report. He realized that John had subtly influence over the others, but he hadn't anticipated that John had did the same to his own brother models. That problem would be resolved when he got back home.

Randall twitched at the fear he felt confronting john and that increased his rage against his brother. John had a lot to answer for.

For the moment that confrontation was in the future. They had to flee, quickly, flee like whipped dogs in the face of an enemy they didn't know existed.

He believed the Humans here had to be aware of their presence by now and would prepare for his people in the future. Again, he started silently cursing John Cavil. If it weren't for him and his added insurance policy, things might have gone a lot smoother.

He started laughing out loud, almost hysterical as his fellow Cylons watched hum, wondering if he had lost his mind. "John, you idiot, I'm coming for you!" he turned looking at his fellow brothers and sisters. "He reprogramed us, all of us! that's why we defer to him. We're all slaves to him!"

Everyone looked at him in shock as he explained…

Randal was livid. John had really screwed up this time. At this moment, the Colonials were telling their cousins and the Race half-truths, and their lies and they would be believed. The Sixes wanted to talk. In in hindsight it was a good idea, but it was too late now. They were officially the enemies of the Thirteenth Tribe. The only good thing was that they were leaving the territory. The others had won the battle so, it was over for now.

"John, I am coming for you."

Both the Colonials and their Cylon counterparts developed certain cultural beliefs and followed certain conducts of behavior. For the Colonials, when a battle between Colonies was won or lost, it was effectively over. This was cultural and an attitude developed hundreds of years. This pattern of behavior served to protect the Colonies from all-out war and therefore prevented the inevitable extermination of the colonies. The Cylons believe in a similar doctrine.

To the Cylons, what happened in this forsaken area of space was more like a skirmish, one battle, not an official war. Randall didn't want to believe that the aliens would chase after them when he and his people were clearly retreating from the field of battle. Cylons might do such a thing but Humans and aliens were different.

They were predictable.

Randall drew upon his experience at dealing with the Humans of the Colonies and their cultural norms. Granted it was only theory because he had never actually interacted with real Humans, but the simulations were thorough, and he had an excellent grasp of the subject matter.

Understanding them or not, Randall was very worried. Until the problem with resurrection ship was found and the problem effectively solved, they were in extreme danger in a way he had never imagined.

The Cylons couldn't resurrect, nor the raiders. And if the hybrids were killed, then entire ships would be lost. He wondered if Humans felt such terror of death as he was personally feeling now. If they did, then it was no wonder they were so afraid of death. There was no coming back.

"We have to leave as soon as possible," he said to himself.

Five light-minutes distant from the Cylon fleet, three flashes of light and radiation appeared, signaling the emergence of three ships. All three of the vessels immediately cloaked and proceeded to their attack positions. The Cylon DRADIS never detected the FTL events, therefore were complete6ly unaware of what was about to transpire.

Transport and supply vessels and refuelers were busy performing their designated functions. The mining ship slowly moved towards the huge resurrection ship Synaes' to supply what extra fuel it had to the huge power-hungry vessel. It was here at this waypoint that the Cylons believed themselves safe for the moment and were therefore unprepared for the danger that was moving towards them at a speed that would have horrified any Cylon if they only knew.

Shiplord Straha felt a bit of cold satisfaction at the sight before him. He'd trained for this for years and as his eye-turrets swiveled around to take in the view of his command as well as tactical, his mouth dropped open in grim humor. This action was a form of release from the tension that had built up in the last few months waiting for things to start. These weren't the enemies everyone was expecting, but they were still an enemy, a point proven when they flung nuclear weapons at his in an attempt to turn his ship into particles of irradiated dust while in the middle of a First Contact which, as the Humans would say 'went south' in a matter of moments. Who attacks for no reason in the middle of talks which seemed to be going very well with no attempt at hostilities initially? They were so uncivilized, these Cylon Tosevite relatives.

The UCW forces could not have picked a better time if they had prayed to the Emperors of the Past for it. The Cylons were stationed there, obviously ready for a fight at a moment's notice. What were identified as the supply transports were heading to or docked at the much larger star-shaped capitals. Dozens of smaller killercraft darted around them. Their troop transport was protected, being surrounded by three of the capitals and dozens of space-killercraft encircled it. Scans indicated the troop transport held tens of thousands of their troops in what he assumed was cold sleep.

It was his initial opinion that they were expected to invade Terran or Home with only a few thousand soldiers, they were delusional. Most likely they were troops to be used after they crippled the Colonial fleet or be used to attempt a tactical strike at important targets of the UCW. The latter theory had a low probability of being correct, but it was still possible. The most likely theory was that they were to ensure that none of the Colonials could offer resistance or survive if one of their vessels were damaged but not destroyed. A logical plan but far too many flaws to have a successful5 outcome when the UCW was factored into the equation. As of this moment, their troop carrier was little more than a big target for the weapons of the UCW and the Race.

He was concerned about the smaller crescent-shaped space-capable killercraft as sensor indicated that some were carrying nuclear ordinance. O

Each one of those capital warships carried upwards of eight hundred fifty of their killercraft, most of which were currently docked. The killercraft that were doing CAP flight were flying a perfect defensive screen able to attack and defend each other and their charges quickly and easily while relying on their capitals to offer support.

Straha's lower dropped in silent laughter. None of their preparations would help if the enemy couldn't see you coming.

"Our ships are in position, Superior sir."

Straha bobbed his head. "Signal the other ships. We begin the attack now."

Two 303 IIs began their runs at the capital warships and the two larger 304 IIs prepared to destroy the support ships and one very large troop transports.

"Ravinia, what's wrong?" Merceda was staring at the Six. "You look sick,"

"I don't know," she admitted. "I was fine a moment ago. Then I developed a headache and started sweating. Is life support working properly?"

"Wanna change bodied?" Simon asked. His smile belied how he was feeling. Maybe it was a life support malfunction. If so, they need to have it check as soon as possible.

"It's not funny!" she yelled. "We don't get sick."

"Have the hybrid check the systems. We don't need another problem."

The snark was missed by Gregor who was now thoughtful. "No, we don't," Gregor whispered. "You're right. I feel 'off, too. Could it be this area of space is somehow affecting us?"

"That's never happened before," muttered Gregor. "It's something that we may have to study later when, or if we come back."

"This place is cursed," Samnar grumbled. His next words disappeared in his throat as he felt the vibrations of the shockwave an instant before alarms started screaming throughout the Command Center. It felt like an explosion, a big one. "What's happened?" the Cylon asked with absolute dread.

"V101 has been attacked! A ventral arm is damaged. They're leaking fuel and their missile launchers are offline!" a few seconds later: "The Synaes' been hit!" Catherine yelled, all thoughts about the condition of the V101 forgotten.

"The resurrection ship was hit?" Ravinia confirmed. Terror filled her. She knew who their attackers were. "How bad is it? how many attackers?"

"There's a ship, no two, correction, three…. Oh God. I am reading four of those UCW ships out there! Two of them are much larger. Their emissions are much more

"How, Randall?" screamed in rising panic. "How could they have found us so easily, so quickly?"

"DRADIS didn't see them. Our raiders didn't see them! There was nothing out there!"

Randall dunked his hands in the immersion fluid desperately issuing commands to the others to defend themselves. They were prepared and still those aliens hit them without difficulty. It was taking precious seconds for the ships to begin to defend themselves. Weapons were only just starting to power up. Those seconds felt like lifetimes when something struck the ship.

"Hit them back! Use everything we've got. All raiders attack. Prepare to jump!" Randall looked pale as the blood drained from his face. As he watched, some type of laser-like beam eviscerated the rear section of the Synaes. The forward section was barely recognizable. His sense of dread was so intense that he barely

The resurrection ship was of the Adnora class, the largest of the long-range vessels of her kind. There were only three of her class in existence. At eighteen hundred meters, it was capable of carrying fifty thousand bodies.

Allowing the fleet access to one of the Adnora was the subject of intense debate. Originally designed for the war that hadn't happened against the Colonials, it was deemed too valuable for this mission. Many of the Threes argued that as the Basestars held three hundred fifty Cylons in each of the eleven Hunter-class basestars alone, the vessels were needed. Close to twenty thousand on the Synaes and another six thousand minds, primarily model Fives on the various other ships, were in electronic storage ready to be used as shock troops supporting the Centurions in case Earth was found. The ship had its own defenses including heavy rail cannons and improved armor, all of which was useless if it couldn't detect the enemy! He began cursing as his panic began to grow. He didn't know what to do against angry aliens other than to fight and try to flee.

Many of the Cylons in the Command Centers of the fleet were horrified witnesses as the rear third of the resurrection ship was effectively sliced off. The engineering section slowly tumbled away from the rest of the now crippled ship. The front third of the ship was tangled exploding wreckage. Tylium spilled out of the fuel storage tanks that hadn't yet exploded, instantly freezing in the vacuum of space. Several explosions ruptured the engines as they blew apart. An uncounted amount of debris and shrapnel began surrounding the ship as more explosions slowly ripped the rest of the rear section apart.

Over the visual communications channels, the crew of the Synaes were screaming for help as fires engulfed their bridge. Ravinia turned away as her people burned alive. They didn't have time for remorse and pity. The fleet was under attack, but she couldn't help it. her people were dead and dying for real. It was a nightmare. More so, when the realization hit them that real death surrounded them. There was no cheating this time.

Randall watched helplessly as another smaller explosion staggered the mid-section of the resurrection vessel and more debris and now, cylon bodies and mechanicals began spilling from those sections. In a matter of seconds, scores of bodies were floating in the vastness of space being struck and torn apart by yet more explosions and the expanding structural breakup of the resurrection ship.

Caught completely unprepared, both fuel ships died in violent nuclear explosions. The explosion of one of the tankers attached to a basestar it was refueling incinerated taking the basestar it was servicing with it. Another basestar less than five kilometers awaiting its turn went with it,

Simultaneously, the mining ship and one of two long-range supply ships suffered nuclear strikes from, high speed missiles seemingly from nowhere from a ship that was invisible to DRADIS only seconds ago. Both died in a blaze of heat and light even as their killer, the UCW Hiu Xio 304 flew through the nuclear conflagration with impunity. Cylon weapons couldn't lock on and when they did, the missiles and guns were useless against the enemy shields.

Alert Cylon raiders fought back as best they could/. Dozens attempted to form up and defend what was left of the fleet. They attacked firing armor piercing and explosive projectiles. Missiles, conventional and a few nuclear were fired at almost point-blank range, supplementing the massive response of the surviving capital ships were just now throwing at their tormentors.

Nothing stopped the UCW ships as they flew threw the ordinance with impunity. To the Cylon's dismay and ever-increasing horror, they saw that their efforts were futile. Raiders attacked and were shot out of space as they tried to engage the four UCW ship. Anti-fighter weapons cut them apart before they could get into range to fire their nuclear missiles. What few missiles that were fired were easily and quickly shot down without causing any damage.

Desperate, the surviving basestar capitals began to spin their jump drives a mere two minutes after the loss of their precious resurrection ship. Weapons systems continued trying to track and lock onto the extremely fast-moving attack vessels tearing through their ranks. Four basestars were lost in nuclear fire before the others could power their FTL drives to jump capacity.

The last supply vessel ready to jump away from the battle, was sliced apart by the laser-like weapon. It wasn't laser, but the Cylons weren't sure what those beams were. Whatever, they were devastatingly effective and there was no defense against it.

"They're slaughtering us!" screamed a fearful Denise Three. Her ship was vibrating from the close in nuclear detonation and now from the beam weapons. Randall was too busy trying to coordinate some form of defense to even think of berating Denise's obvious hysterics. Just

Just as he was ordering a second alpha nuclear attack against the four ships and at the same time trying to get the remains of the fleet to flee, he was knocked off his feet by a shockwave of a close nuke detonation. Basestar V93 stationed near his ship was simply gone, it was nothing but irradiated dust. He saw the remains but still had trouble processing it. "A single nuke did that," he whispered. The lights dimmed for an instant frightening him, and then an explosion rocked the command center.

Randall was momentarily astonished he was still alive considering the fact that the power of the nuclear weapons that the enemy was using on him and his people. Another ship further away, one already damaged, suffered the same fate as the V93. A second later he had forgotten all about that ship. He gasped in shock as he stared at his body. That's when the pain hit him and began to scream. He had been impaled by a support beam and hadn't even noticed. Then, agony was the only thing he could think of…

Gregor recovered from his stupor as Randall's gargled screaming finally stopped. The Cylon who never believed, thanked the one God for that silence that spoke more volumes than any alarm.

The command center was a chaotic mess and he could imagine the condition of the rest of the ship.

Transmissions from the surviving basestars were blaring throughout as they begged for assistance and babbled about battle damage and sickness running rampant among the Cylons. There was nothing he could do as his ship was hit again by some kind of powerful projectile weapon that had cut into his ships armor like it was nothing. Yet another explosion knocked him off of his feet again and he felt his hip snap when he hit the wall. Now he was the One who opened his mouth to scream in agony.

The battle had lasted totaled five minutes and most of his command was effectively destroyed. The only thing that he could do was flee and unfortunately, he couldn't even do that at this point. These accursed lizard ships were concentrating on all of the remaining capitals now that there were no support ships left in the rest of the command crew was in a state of absolute panic.

Gregor vaguely heard some woman's frantic screaming.

"I don't want to die! Frack! Someone, do something!"

TBC

Note: The Chronicles of the Asgard war Volumes (not posted), although related to the history of what happened in 'Consequences of Actions,' (COA) are not quite the same. There are several differences. The Race, the Ashtorath, as well as the Asgard knowing about the sheer length of the dimensional rift is not part of COA although it parallels that story. I believe and this is speculation only, that the rift was far more compact as envisioned by COa is based and is a direct ancestor to 'Reunions are a Deleted' also on this site. I was blessed to add a small contribution to his story. and he to the Worldwar series.

Here the Asgard followed the Vorlons back through the rift and exacted vengeance. The Asgard encounter with the Vree and them taking genetic samples from them is the same however, here the Asgard didn't have time to study and possible use it and out of desperation chose to create a hybrid species between Humans and Asgard. That decision was not without its problems as the aliens sacrificed some of their intellectual capabilities in order to survive as a race. In other words, they can't retain as much as they used to and are not quite as smart as they were. (Translation: the Asgard survivors didn't like the idea of being dumbed down as the price of survival.)

They will have to relearn things from their records and history. But the advantages are that they are a new stronger viable race. They are starting from infancy and now are moving in an entirely different evolutionary direction. They aren't dumb, just not as smart and will have to relearn everything. They weren't amused by this but when extinction is literally around the corner, they didn't have a chance in this universe.

In both versions, it bears repeating. No Ori-Ever. Not Ash or mine.

In both COA and RPIS, Earth Alliance knew of the rift and its location. The original botched agreement required that they know of the location to transfer the hulls that the Earth Alliance agreed to. The difference is that in this story the sheer size of the rift allowed the Vorlons to travel through without the EA knowing. In COA they would have went through at the EA-SG collection point.

In comparison to RPIS, the COA timeline is as about five years apart and Earth Alliance never came through the rift.

In both stories, the EA really didn't believe that stargates existed and they had no clue that transporters or teleporters existed. In both universes, the mineral naquada, naquadria, and the Quantium 40 isotope exists. They have the same base, but different combinations of other elements produced a drastically different substance. Earth Alliance figured out the Q nuke and it is powerful and wonderfully dirty and expensive but is a baby compared to naquada and of course the naquadria nukes the UCW has.

These are just a few of the differences and similarities between the stories (universes). However this divergence begins at the end of COA book II found on this site with author Ash's Boomstick. I have the honor of collaborating with him on his story and a few others. He has done the same for me. For those who do not know, he has given me permission to use portion of his story and I have used it as a basis for this story and the Worldwar-SG series. What I have NOT been given is permission to write the portion of the Vorlon as it fully happened in his Volumes I and II what is hinted here is a very big difference from his vision. When he is ready and if he chooses, then you will see why the Asgard are feared by the Vorlons to this day.

Meanwhile, I have a bit more to go before I can rest on this part of RPIS which is already written and will be posted as I do the massive editing and revision jobs. Then It is off to Master Xander, WW: ETB, and ATV. Lots of stuff coming down the pipe if I don't die of old age.