Cylon resurrection ship 04

Troy orbit

Sharon O'nevil screamed as she awoke in the nutrient bath looking around and running her hands up her arms. Seeing the flawless smooth and undamaged skin she relaxed. Tenseing as a voice startled her.

"Welcome back sister."

She turned to see a dark man wearing a lab coat with a clean set of Colonial Navy utilities and a towel "Simon." she said, pulling her body from the solution and sitting on the rim taking the towel to dry herself.

"Good." Simon said "looks like the resurrection worked as it was supposed to." he smiled as he handed her the clothes to dress herself.

Pulling on her underwear he asked "what's the last thing you remember?"

Sharon stepped into the one piece utilities she was used to wearing "I was aboard the old Berzerk class assault carrier Pegasus over Sagittaron with the planet's defence force."

The memory of the assault fresh in her mind Sagittarons unfettered belief in the gods meant three years before the assault when Oracle Sly Buela woke with what she had called a prophecy saying a firestorm of death and misery would soon be upon them and they needed to be ready to defend the gods, their homes and their beliefs.

However Sagittaron was never a rich world like Caprica and Picon. It didn't have natural wonders to draw tourists and their money like Leonis and Virgon. Their one boon was a scrap and salvage yard. Nearby worlds not wanting to deface their planet's beauty sold old ships to the scrapyard to be broken down and recycled. Collectors from all over the colonies bought old Viper Mk l and ll's.

Using the small influx of cubits Sagaittaron was able to buy and refurbish half a dozen

Manticores and a single Bezerk to serve as their defense force. Shanon was the Berserks tactical officer when the Cylon assault began. She had turned the nine working cannons on the carriers escorting corvettes and opened fire. As the Pegasus bridge crew figured out what she was doing and tried to stop her she detonated thirty pounds of C4 under her seat gutting the Carriers bridge.

Simon nodded "you performed your part perfectly sister." he said assuredly resting a hand on her shoulder "and because of you not a single cylon was injured or damaged in the cleansing of Sagittaron."

Sharon looked around at the hundreds of empty tanks "how long ago was that? I would have thought I'd be resurrected within a few hours a day on the outside." she inquired, snapping her boots together and standing up.

Simon followed her gaze and was about to answer when a man and womans voices start yelling

Female " im telling you this is a sign from god that we have gone against his will."

Male the frakking god or gods have nothing to do with this. No one could have foreseen their arrival. Everything would have been perfect if it wasn't for these goddamn UNSC humans."

Simon pinched the bridge of his nose "Not this again." he looked at Sharon "it's been nearly six weeks unfortunately. The Plan isn't going according to plan." he said with a small smile waving her towards the voices.

They didn't have to go far to come across the owners of the voices, both of them standing there, the solution dripping from their naked bodies. A pair of SImons were just off to the side looking annoyed as the blonde haired beauty of a six was arguing with the perverted old man a Cavil.

The three Simons don't say anything and simply nod to each other. The one and six stop their arguing as Sharon walks in "nice of you to join us Shannon." Cavil said "enjoy your vacation?"

The six smiles friendly "welcome back sister surely god smiles…." she stops for a moment "good work with the Sagittaton defense force."

Sharon looks around "Something tells me we shouldn't break out the fine Virgonese whiskey. What happened?"

Cavil started to say something only for the six to put a hand on his chest to quiet him. "Something our projections couldn't have foreseen." She said turning toward Sharon "during the assault on Scorpia everything was going according to plan the battlestars were disabled through Baltars back door into the Colonial Navigation Program raiders were nuking every ship in sight. The Colonials in their deactivated ships were helpless and then a small fleet of unknown ships appeared with weapons and tactics far superior to either us or the colonials."

Cavil still leering letchury at the nude six started rubbing his body with a towel from one of the Simons "they swept the fourteen Baseships we assigned to Scorpia like they were nothing more than children toys." he said before throwing the towel against the wall "in less than an hour they….." his face turned red and his anger kept him from being able to finish.

The six seeing this continued where she left off " they protected Scorpia and then started raiding the other colonies mass evacuations millions of people were taken from the planets and from disabled Colonial ships and small craft throughout human space." She said "they took a few dozen of our brothers and sisters but we don't know how they discovered we were not human and every single one of them have failed to download. We finally got a small break when a Cavil" her voice went slightly cold saying his name "posing as a priest to the millions of refugees on Scorpia were able to talk to the newcomers and we learned they are still humans but from someplace far away."

Sharon looked surprised. Do you mean they might be humans from the thirteenth tribe? From earth?"

The six held out a hand to pause her "we aren't sure the soldier the cavil spoke to was Lance Corporal Eric Henderson who is from a Planet called Ixion in the Lapeth system."

Before she can continue Sharon asks "where are those? I've never heard of Ixion or Lapeth sy…"she paused "they aren't from anywhere around are they?"

Cavil claps his hands "a gold cubit for the second smartest person in the room." he says sarcastically.

Six ignores him and Sharon follows her example as she continues "as far as we can tell no they are very far from wherever they call home and what little information we have gotten points in the possibility of that direction."

"Go on, tell her the best part." Cavil says anger is barely controlled.

Six signs "in the six years since the colonials broke the armacice with that stealth craft we built endlessly when this war began we had over ten thousand Basestars and millions of raiders we also retained nearly two thousand of the older warships both our own and colonial ships we captured during the war." six started "most of the captured human ships were rushed to make battle ready so corners were cut making maintenance and upgrades nearly impossible. On top of that, after our initial success, the deposit and reserve ships were gathered. Nearly all of the yards were picked clean by our forces, giving us hundreds of colonial ships."

Sharon nodded she had been part of a Sagittaron delegation to Depo Station Reliant orbiting the mined out husk of the planetoid Icarus to buy a old Adament frigate but the bastards refused to negotiate for what they wanted they could and end up did buying a Manticore, thirty MklV Vipers, and three Virgonese Nike surface to air missile batteries. She had seen dozens of ships there awaiting scrapping or purchase. And that was only a small yard, some like the Depo Veil facility in the Hyperion Nebua had thousands of ships from truly ancient Lenois Emperor class battleships from the colonial wars to the Titan class battlestar Apophis that was sent there a few months before due to cost cutting measures Adar put forward.

"These eleven huma.. UNSC as they refer to themselves have led the surviving Colonials to destroy nearly eighty five percent of them and take control of Picon with its orbital shipyards full of our damaged ships INTACT." she paused watching Sharon's eyes widen "as it stands we have pulled all of our ships back to Gemenon, Libran, Canceron, and Aquaria the others have been abandoned. Even now the UNSC ships and Colonial ships Augmented with new weapons ambush our forces and retreat. We lost a few ships here or there but for now our ship building and repairs are keeping up with it."

Six glanced at one and closed her eyes for a moment. A few seconds later a six and another Sharon model came from another room "John you look stressed." says the other Sharon while taking the one hand in both of hers.

The six pouts her lips and pulls him close. "I'm sure we can help relieve some of that stress and anxiety." her lips brush his, as they pull him away.

Now alone the disgust of the one series disappears from the six as she looks at Sharon "listen in my heart i believe god sent these other humans here to tell us this isn't what he wills others feel the same with the numbers of times we have all been resurrected i….we most of us believe it's time for this war to come to a end while we can still negotiate rather then we all die."

Sharon looks over the vast empty tanks and processes what she has been told "the question is would they accept us?" she asked looking into the eyes of the six "in case you forgot we have killed tens of millions even billions of humans."

"Then like god we must show our sincerity and show the humans not all of us are as bloodthirsty as the one's, four, and five's." said the six with that same smile.

"How are we supposed to do that?" asked Sharon "we cant go back in time and stop the attack."

"We give them the most important gift we can." the six said with a smile "But first we have to tip the odds a little more in our favor."

A six comes in with the only unboxed model three, D'Anna Biers. "Yes ladies? I was told you wanted to speak with me."

SIx smiles "im sure you have seen the writing on the wall? If this war continues we will lose and will be hunted down the same way the humans were but i doubt god will send anyone to save us in our hour of need. So we need to negioate for at least peace for our models. What do you say?"

Across the four worlds the six and Shannon move to Libran, still firmly in cylon hands the cylons slowly start miscommunications, Colonial prisons holding thousands of survivors both CIvilian and Military are quietly loaded onto ships loyal to the mutinous cylons the most devoted to god's word. As the humanoid 2's, 3, 6's and 8's keep the others out of the loop work progresses quickly.

While they dont have control over the entire remaining population they have a noticeable percentage. The majority of the numbered cylons preferring support roles had very few ships in their service the twos, six's and eight's are able to group their ships together on the excuse of protecting the resurrection ship as the last few shuttles and heavy raiders full of humans are on final approach.

That was their downfall as over a dozen Cylon and Captured Colonial warships appear in orbit over Libran surrounding their ships.

"Did you glorified idiots think i was blind?"was the first thing John Cavil said when his Titan class battlestar Apohis appeared surrounded by nearly a hundred warships vs the rebellious cylons thirty eight.

Rather than reply Six her hand in the holographic data feed ordered "Jump to the rendezvous."

Across the four colonies other sixes and Eights did the same as loyalist cylon forces appeared to surround them. Keeping the ships loaded with freed humans at their center they started jumping even as the loyalists opened fire cylons killing cylons. The majority of their human loaded ships escaped however of the nearly forty splinter cylon warships only fourteen made the jump to deep space far from anything.

Shannon looked around the Dradis screen of one of her models personal Minotaur gunship Abraham named after her fictional father. Counting out loud "ok looks like the three Marinestars loaded with humans made." the sixes sighed in relief through the data stream and Sharon chuckled "don't get too happy our escorts are Frakked." on the Dradis and through the stream they received updates; Two modern Baseships and a single older made the jump in time along with five Manticores, three Nemesis and a pair of Gorgon carriers. Of the others there was no sign.

Alerts sounded as new ships jumped into range "they must have followed us ready all cann…" the warning and command died in her throat as the Dradis updated with information on the five newcomers.

At their center was a two thousand foot long triangular skeleton of a Resurrection ship. With a pair of Manticores and Nemesis corvettes escorting it.

One of the only Simons to side with the splinters face appeared from the bridge of the resurrection ship "my apologies the Five's had more failsaifs for FTL operations then i had anticipated all downloads are currently paused until we can screen any new arrivals as well."

"Where should we go? Scorpia or Picon?" asked six through the mass data system.

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Authors note

Hey guys I hope everyone is still enjoying the story and decided to give the cylons their own full chapter to help show how badly their backpedaling from the UNSC led onslaught now as for the rebellion we didn't really see any signs of this in the show until around season 3 or so. But I think with the massive loss of cylon life and property that has been moved up and the models initially against the war in the first place will find a way out. Let me know what you think either here or on my facebook messenger group Battlestar UNSC.

And now review replies

EricFreak glad to see your catching up and I hope whatever issue is coming up resolves itself. I may end up starting a FB group so people who are having issues can just go check it out on FB. but i'm not sure yet.

Guest Join the FB messenger group if it takes off i might start sharing not only my own designs but also other fanfic writers designs i've borrowed from to show them off the channel is Battlestar UNSC

Guest you have to remember the colonies were on the brink of losing the first war when the cylons started the armistice talks. Whos to say each colony did not have shelters like vaults from fallout only the way they were supposed to be.

Northrigg its going to be interesting i have a general idea of how she will react but you'll just have to wait and keep reading xD

Guest yes if you read back a massive salvage and repair operation is repairing every ship they can get their hands on before the massive cylon assault on Scorpia they had a dozen fully repaired battlestars of various classes (from my personal notes ch. 27 had colonial fleet readiness numbers)

Guest no Helo was evacuated along with nearly every other human on caprica sometime after the attack on Scorpia along with surviving marine and army battalions ch 39 im sure there are still some behind not trusting even colonial vipers and raptors to be human they hid.

Guest honestly the colonials seeing how well one UNSC ship does compared to multiple of their own ships will start being scrapped for materials and other shipyards are going to be handed to the UNSC to get more better ships then keep using their substandard ones which would you rather have a Beserk class assault carrier with vipers or a Charon or Paris class frigate or maybe a destroyer?

Rvbrwby yeah lmao having almost fifty first war cylon ships appear out of nowhere would definitely be funny but sorry to say ive already planned for a more realistic and starbuck approach for that

Azai as nice as that would be, I think the Colonials and in particular Admiral Javin Hopkins are much more interested in getting his people back.

As always So say we all and have a good day

P.S as this series nears my planned end and may continue a bit further im wondering what i should crossover or do a dedicated universe story on next if you have a suggestion leave a review or send a message in the Battlestar UNSC FB channel

Also i may start doing commissioned stories but my own taste and writing skill will decide on whether i accept or not