The Power Rangers are the property of Saban Entertainment, and I lay no claim to them. The Cylons, Count Iblis, and the Colonies, as well as all other relating characters are part of the series ‘Bettlestar Galactica’ which is owned by Universal Studios and is created by Glen A Larson. Shadow and Mirabilis are creations of David Knight. Note from Shadow: The events in this story have no relation to any version of Conquest of Evil
Origins of a Conflict
By the Q team
In a distant corner of the universe, and in a distant time as well, there is a planet called Cylon. It was the home to a race of sentient reptiles who had only one goal. To conquer and destroy whatever came in their path.
The Cylon Reptiles were considered to be loathsome creatures by the other species in the universe. Not much of a threat. Little would they know that one would come to change all that.
He had come a bitter individual. He, and his followers had been driven out by the noble house they belonged to, and they had no place else to go. The Cylons looked at the strange man with skepticism and wondered what he wanted. It was then he made his promise to the Cylons to make their dream a reality.
Their dream of conquest and destruction.
For years the progenitor of the Cylon race had begun work which sent the Cylon race down a whole new path of evolution. A path which made Cylon females obsolete thanks to a new cloning process that had been perfected. He had also adjusted the Cylon’s genetic structure to a more human appearance, yet still retaining their reptillian qualities. This had been accomplished by making use of human DNA and merging it with the Cylon genetic structure. DNA the progenitor had taken from himself.
Yes, the progenitor was human. But he was no ordinary human as the Cylons would soon learn. But there was still much to do. For now the Cylons had a new direction, and the means to go about their purpose. But one thing still remained. One thing was still needed for the Cylons to achieve their destiny. A labor force.
To this end the progenitor had created the Cylon Centurian. A fierce machine which made use of the reptillian aspects of the Cylons combined with cold technological efficiency creating the most perfect fighting machine ever devised. And from these Centurians came more Cylons. Cylons like the IL cogitators who were administrators in Cylon’s menial affairs.
Also created was the Imperious Leader. A three brained Cylon derived from the IL series who oversaw all affairs of the Cylon Empire. He saw to the expansion of the Cylon rule throughout the universe, and let nothing stand in his way. Those unfortunate species that did cross the Cylons met with terrible fates indeed. Fates where if one was not dead, then they would wish that they had been.
Then finally, the Cylons decided that their progenitor wasn’t needed anymore, and like true Cylon fashion was ‘executed’. It was however a strange execution since no body was found, and evil laughter seemed to come from the sight where the Cylon blasters had struck.
It wasn’t long before the Leader, who had sat in his chamber, was revealed the truth. A truth the leader already knew, since the progenitor’s essence was inscribed into the machine leader. But the appearance of the dark sentient void of power had reaffirmed the Leader’s suspicions.
I must thank you I suppose. the progenitor had said. Thanks to your centurions I have ascended to my form of power. I suppose I should show my appreciation.
The Leader however could only stare at the swirling form of darkness before him. What are you? he asked.
The darkness then began to explain. My race is, or was, known as human. I myself, as well as many others were part of a noble house called the House of Kobol. But despite a...disagreement. I and my followers were...forced to break away.
Why did you come to Cylon? the Leader asked.
Because your ideals are very much similar to my own. the dark form said. Which is nothing more than total destruction.
And revenge for you against those who you were...forced to break away from as well? the Leader asked. The dark form swirled for a second and would have smiled if he was able to at the time. The Leader was good and clever, but then again he was designed to be. Still there was one more piece of business left to attend to.
One day you will come across a race called humans. They are a threat to the Cylon mission. They must be destroyed at all costs.
For revenge against your bretheren I take it? the Leader asked.
Yes. the progenitor said. The House I was forced to leave had decided that they would protect them and guide them should they be needed. I aim to show them how futile their mission is. With the Cylon’s help of course.
Of course. The Leader responded.
I shall return again from time to time. When you need my guidance, all you need do is call me. I shall be there. with that the darkness faded leaving the Imperious Leader sitting in the high seat of command. He awaited the destruction that was to come. Destruction he would bring about
And sure enough the Cylons ran into the race that was their destiny to exterminate.
A race named human.
A war began between the Cylons and humans who lived on twelve planets which were named the Colonies. Colonies that were descended from the mother world where the House the progenitor broke away from had come from.
These colonies were colonies of the planet Kobol.
At first the reptilian Cylons fought the war against the humans. But the losses became so severe that the machines took over. The reptillian Cylons had fallen into the category of ‘protected’ species by the Imperious Leader, and the machines had taken over. The reptiles accepted the machine takeover knowing that they would carry out the Cylon imperative.
Sadly for the Cylons the ingenuity of humans was underestimated by them. For humanity had created new weapons to fight the Cylons with. Fortresses in space called Battlestars which served to protect the colonies. Also to compliment the fighters were small maneuverable fighter craft called Vipers, which with a human pilot could outfly and outfight any Cylon fighter craft imaginable.
The war lasted for one thousand yahrns(or years) until one day the Cylons decided that they had enough of fighting. They wished to sign an armistice agreement which would end the hostilities. An agreement that was brought about by a member of the ruling council among the colonies and was accepted.
Everyone rejoiced as the fleet of twelve Battlestars soared through the vast reaches of space. They were not a military force this day, but rather a peace envoy looking to sign an armistice agreement where a thousand yaharn war with a hostile alien power which was soon to come to an end.
Or so most of them thought.
From his own time ship Shadow looked on at the twelve ships and weeped at the thought of what fate had in store for them. On board the Battlestar Atlantia, President Adar awaited the members of the Council of Twelve to come for the final meeting before the armistice signing. Already present was Count Baltar, the man who was said to be responsible for the Cylons agreeing to the peace treaty.
Shadow cringed at the thought of Baltar and what he was about to do. ~ All for the sake of power. Power the Cylons have no intention of giving him. ~ Shadow wished he could appear in the council chamber and warn them all of what was to come, but he knew such an action would be useless.
Adar, while a kind and gentle man, was tired of the thought of war. And wanted nothing else but the peace treaty to be signed. He ignored the dissenters to it saying that the Cylons were not to be trusted. Baltar told him that the Cylons wanted peace. They could not sustain the resources for continued conflict any longer, and Adar believed him. The council all followed suit, but one still hung on to his suspicions about the Cylons. One who was one of Adar's most trusted advisors. Adama of Caprica, commander of the Battlestar Galactica.
Adama was tired of war, but he was a warrior at heart. And his warrior's instincts told him that the Cylons were not to be trusted. He may not know what was to come, but he suspected something about the Cylons. He just needed to know what it was.
But Shadow knew that to tell Adama what was to come would be just as useless as appearing in the council chamber and doing the same thing. In his mind Shadow could see Baltar silencing him saying that it was an attempt to undermine the peace treaty. And Adar would believe him.
And Adama, well he might believe Shadow, but he would need hard evidence to be convinced, despite his suspicions. And Shadow just couldn't go and get it then put it on Adama's desk. No Adama had to find it and bring it back on his own.
Still despite all that Shadow knew that his best hope, and the hope for the colonies lie with Adama. He had to convince him to uncover the plot that the Cylons were intending. And with that in mind Shadow teleported to the Galactica and into Adama's quarters.
Inside his quarters Adama began making his journal log. "The day of Armistice. " Adama recited into his microphone. "The time we have all hoped for. Dreamed for, and died for. So many of our sons and daughters have died to reach this day. So many not having seen it in their lifetimes. But now at last peace is upon us. Or is it?
"I cling to suspicions about the Cylons, and what they have said many times in the past. That they would not stop until every human had been exterminated. Those words haunt me to this very day, and when I heard them I knew they had meant every word they said. So now I wonder, why would the Cylons change their tune? Why would they suddenly accept what they single mindedly found unacceptable. To let us live in peace. Let alone to let us live period. "
They wouldn't Adama. " a voice said next to him. Adama turned and saw a man in black standing in a corner next to a computer readout screen that kept Adama apprised of occurences on the Galactica. Adama was about to call for security but Shadow waved his hand as if saying don't bother.
"I'm not going to be long Adama. " Shadow said. "I'm here to give you a warning. "
Adama looked at the stranger in his quarters. "What kind of warning? And who are you?"
"My name is not important. But for references sake you can call me Shadow. As for why I'm here, it's to warn you about your suspicions about the Cylons. "
Adama wasn't sure about the man in black before him. "What about my suspicions about the Cylons?" he asked.
"Listen to them. " Shadow said. "Listen to them well. Be the voice of reason to a council who has bought into the promise of a peace armistice. Don't let yourselves stand defenceless. "
Adama was getting intrigued. "What are you saying? Are you saying the peace treaty is a hoax? It is nothing more than a trap?"
Shadow sighed then turned to Adama. "I can't say anymore. You will have to find the answers on your own. "
"The answers on our own?" Adama asked. "If you know something about what is about to happen then you had better tell me now. The safety of the whole fleet could be at risk. "
"If I did that then I would be asked to bring my beliefs to the council. And even then Baltar would dismiss them as lies. And if you vouched for me then we would both be in the Atlantia's brig while the fleet heads on to the 'peace conference'. " Shadow said the last two words with biting contempt, and Adama picked up on it. Clearly Shadow knew something about what was to come but could not speak of it. And he also knew that Shadow was right about the council. Adar was so into the notion of peace that he had closed his mind off to everything else.
But Adama had to do something. He had to be certain if the Cylons were sincere about the peace treaty or if it was all a lie. He remembered a routine patrol that his son Apollo and Lieutenant Starbuck were supposed to fly. They were to patrol the route the fleet was to take to the conference. ~ Surely they will discover something~ Adama thought.
"Yes Adama they will. " Shadow said picking up on his thought. Adama was startled to say the least but he didn't let Shadow see it. Shadow then continued to say "And make sure they check out the old moon Cimtar. There may be a few surprises waiting for them there. "
"All right. " Adama said. "But still my question stands. Who are you? And how were you able to read my mind the way you did. "
Shadow sighed and then unmasked himself. He revealed a human face of fair complection, snow white hair and a face that had reflected age and experience. Adama knew the person before him had much knowledge and also that he was human. "What colony are you from?" he then asked.
"A lost colony. " Shadow said. "A lost thirteenth colony that is a legend to your people, and a fable to others. You yourself had lookied into its legends did you not?"
Adama was stunned to say the least. "Earth. Are you saying that you are from Earth?"
All Shadow said was "Remember the name of that planet. For it could well lead you and your people to salvation. " Then Shadow put on his mask and teleported out leaving Adama alone in his quarters, and with much to think about.
~ A visitor from Earth~ he thought. ~ Could they have that much power to transport across the expances of space? Or is he an enigma among his own people. Either way he has given me much to think about the Cylons right now. ~ Adama went to his com link and contacted Colonel Tigh on the bridge.
"Tigh. Inform Captain Apollo that I want his patrol to check out the moon of Cimtar on his route. I have a suspicion that there may be something there that could jepardise the peact armistice. " Tigh acknowledged Adama and signed off. He then turned to look at his time piece and realized that it was almost time for him to leave for the Atlantia. The president was waiting for the final council address.
~ Perhaps I can convince Adar of the seriousness of the suspicions I have about the Cylons. ~ he thought as he put on his council cloak and made his way to the shuttle bay where his daughter Athena and his personal shuttle were waiting for him.
Shadow watched as Adama's shuttle left for the Atlantia as well as the two fighter patrol that left the Galactica. Except the pilots of the patrol were not Apollo and Starbuck as originally planned, but Apollo and his younger brother Zac who eagerly wanted to prove his worth as a warrior. A worth that would cost the youngest son of Adama his life later on.
Sure enough the President didn't listen to Adama, and when Apollo returned it was almost too late to save anybody from the colonies. The Cylon plot had been revealed. Baltar had dissapeared from the Atlantia the Cylons had attacked the defenceless battlestars destroying all but the Galactica which left the battle in a last ditch effort to defend the colonies. But the Cylons struck mercilessly, and destroyed everything they could see. Many were left without homes, and many more were left without their lives.
Millions upon millions were dead. The news reel footage was shown on the Galactica's bridge of their home planets being destroyed. First the inner planets, then the outer planets. And through it all Adama remembered his last conversation with Adar before the Atlantia was destroyed and realization had sunk in.
"How could I have been so completely wrong?" Adar asked himself. "I have led the entire human race to ruin. " Adama tried to reassure Adar but contact was lost. Adama tried to say "You did not lead us into this Mr. President, but we were led. "
As the Atlantia was in its last seconds Adar came to this same realization and was shocked beyond disbelief. ~ Baltar. I can't believe he would do this. I won't. BUT WHERE IS HE? WHERE?!~
Adar never got his answer. The destruction of the Atlantia took care of that.
And on Caprica, Adama and his son Apollo became horribly aware of the destruction of their home land and their home. Especially when Adama saw the portraits of his wife in the family case. "I'm sorry Ila. I was never there when it mattered. Never. " he said with tears in his eyes.
Shadow looked on as Adama tried to sort through his grief and his duty to the survivors. Apollo came in and tried to alert him to people approaching, and tried to be reassuring "Maybe mother wasn't here. " he said. But Adama knew better.
"No, she was here. " Adama said. "She was here. " Shadow looked on at Adama and was reminded of Tommy when he had lost Kimberly. How lost he was when Kimberly sent the letter, and how heart broken he was as well. But unlike Tommy, it wasn't a letter that ended Adama's and Ila's lives together, but a Cylon attack orchestrated by a false peace and a traitor named Baltar.
The colonists had come to Apollo's fighter and they demanded answers, some demanded blood. But a reporter named Serina said to let Apollo talk and the horrible tale of the fleet's destruction was revealed. Adama then appeared and finished the story as if nailing the final nail in the coffin of the colonial civilization.
But Adama was unwilling to let that nail go in. Serina said that they had to fight back, and Adama agreed. But now was not the time for that.
"Yes. " Adama said. "We are going to fight back. But not here. Not now. Not in the colonies. Not even in this star system. " He then turned to the people and addressed them as the last surviving member of the Council of Twelve.
"Let the word go forth to whoever had survived this holocaust. Tell them to set sail at once in whatever assorted vehicle that will carry them. "
And the word went forth to every outpost in human existence. And they came. The Virgos, the Gemons, the Piscons, the Scorpios, and the Sagitarans. In all two hundred and twenty ships representing every colony, color and creed in the star system.
Shadow watched as ships emerged from the twelve planets rendezvousing with the Galactica waiting to lead them to safety. He nodded and watched approvingly as the Colonial vessels followed the Galactica's lead and Shadow knew Adama was the right choice.
The human race might have one more chance. But first it would have to survive the Alliance, the elements, and the unknown and sinister threats that would lie ahead.
On another devastated colony world, the human traitor Baltar looked out at his newly conquered kingdom, and at the race that would be subjugated to his rule. Or so he believed.
As he looked out at the ruins Baltar smiled. "Their destruction is complete. "
One of the Centurions by his side had news to Baltar however. "Our forces have taken prisoners at the space drome. They tell of survivors who escaped in ships. "
"What ships?" Baltar scoffed. "How far can they go?" If a handful of survivors did in fact escape they would have neither food nor fuel for a prolonged voyage. "
"The information is not complete. " the Centurion said. "It was given in exchange for life. "
Baltar then glared at the Centurion and said "And what is the standing orders for humans from your Imperious Leader?"
"Extermination. " was the Centurion's answer.
"Then carry out your orders. If they exist, they're doomed. " The Centurions then left as Baltar turned back to the devastation he had helped cause. But in his mind he saw a world rebuilt. A world rebuilt in his image, following his rule.
"The spoils of war. " a voice said behind Baltar. "To the victors they go to. " Baltar turned around and saw Mirabilis coming to his side.
Baltar smiled as Mirabilis stood next to him. "Well I see everything has gone as you have indicated. The colonies have been destroyed, and are ready to be rebuilt under my rule. Your council has been greatly appreciated. "
Mirabilis nodded but he knew everything was not quite done yet. "There is still the matter of those survivors who escaped. "
"Oh they will be tracked down soon enough. The whole human race shall be united under the banner of Baltar. " Baltar looked on so sure of himself, and his plans for the future. Plans that would not have come to pass had Mirabilis not appeared to guide him.
Baltar believed that the Colonial people would die a slow death if they continued fighting the futile war that they had fought for a thousand yahrns. If it continued then humanity would die out as it continued to fight for another thousand, and perhaps the Cylons as well would die out in the endless conflict.
~ Hades, the original reptilian Cylons are no longer seen anymore. All that remain are their machine servants. ~ Baltar thought. ~ In my mind we humans have already won. ~ but the thought of prolonged conflict continued to weigh in on Baltar's mind. The war needed to end and it needed to end now.
He also believed that weak leaders were filling in the seats of power in the Council of Twelve. President Adar being the weakest of all. The Council needed a strong hand to lead humanity, and Baltar saw himself as that hand. But no one else did, and many of Baltar's policies and ideas were shot down by the council even though he had schemed his way into membership. One of those who did the refusal of Baltar's policies was Adama, and Adama's word held great weight with the Council, almost as much as Adar's did.
Seeing as how Baltar could never convince Adama to side with him, Baltar tried to make inroads with Adar, who was showing wear and tear of the constant war and longed for a peace settlement. A settlement Baltar was all too happy to provide.
To that end Baltar made ovations to the Cylons for a 'peace settlement' which the Cylons accepted, with a few twists in the deal. The Colonial fleet would be led away from the Colonies and ambushed near Cimtar, while the baseships would orbit the Colonies and attack the Colonial worlds. Planetary defences would be sabotaged leaving the Colonies defenceless so the Cylons could bring about their rain of fire and death on humanity.
All seemed to go well, except for two things. One of which Baltar would find out soon enough.
"Be wary Baltar. " Mirabilis said. "Some things may not be as they appear. " Baltar looked confused as he wondered what Mirabilis was saying.
"You'll know soon enough. " was all Mirabilis said before he turned and walked away leaving Baltar to his shattered kingdom. As Mirabilis walked to the next hill he saw a figure standing nearby. A figure he knew all too well.
"That Baltar is a fool. " Mirabilis said. "Are you sure about him?"
The figure stood, a void of nothingness in human form. His eyes were red spheres, but his aura was of pure evil. Evil Mirabilis knew all too well, the evil of the Prince of Darkness.
The evil of Count Iblis.
He who was the progenitor of the Cylon Empire.
"Sadly Mirabilis I would agree with you. " Iblis said. "He is nothing more than a petty politician looking to acquire as much personal power as he can. But he does have his uses, and I intend for those uses to be put to use. "
Mirabilis looked intrigued by what Iblis was considering. "How so?" he asked.
"You will find out soon enough. Right now I have another who I must convince of them. " The Shadow form of Iblis then disappeared leaving Mirabilis to wonder what Iblis had in mind. Then he too teleported out.
On board the Galactica Adama addressed all the people from the colonies that could fit in the council chamber. Some were warriors, some were politicians, and some were ordinary people. Adama then began to speak.
We are gathered here as representatives of each ship in our fleet to ask that simple question 'Where will we go?'. Our history tells us that we descended from a mother civilization that took off into space to establish colonies. Those of us here represent all the known surviving colonies. Save one.
"A sister world. Far out in the universe. Remembered only to us through ancient writings. It is my intention to seek out that remaining colony. That last outpost of human existance. "
Serena then began to speak. "Comander Adama. This thirteenth colony. This other world. What is it and what's it called?"
Adama smiled and remembered his visit from Shadow, then proceeded to answer Serina's question. "I wish I could say precisely where it is, but I can't. But I do know that it lies somewhere beyond our star system. In a galaxy much like our own. On a planet called. . . "
Everyone turned to hear Adama mention the planet that could well be the salvation of the Colonial people. When Adama had their attention he let the name drop.
". . . Earth. "
Everyone could not stop talking as the name of Earth was mentioned. And Shadow was glad of all that he was able to accomplish today, yet he was also saddened by that he was unable to accomplish.
But there was a plan in place. Shadow knew that. And he knew that the Lords of Kobol knew it too.
Much later on the Cylon Baseship The Imperious Leader stood referring to the darkness that had guided many leaders over the centuries. It told him of his plans and the Leader seemed taken aback to say the least.
"Are you certain?" the Leader asked. "Are you asking me to spare Baltar?"
"Baltar has a role that needs to be fulfilled. the darkness had said. "I am aware that the program calls for humans to be exterminated, but now they have been driven away from their homes. And besides, the Cylons are the dominant force in the universe now. Why should they have to worry about some human survivors? Especially since those survivors could have some uses of their own. "
"Uses?" the Leader asked. "What uses?"
"I shall tell you later. For now you have a visitor. " The darkness then faded and the Leader sensed the presence of two of his Centurians approaching, with the traitor Baltar along with them.
The Leader turned to see the Centurians escorting Baltar to him. Baltar looked up at the monstrous machine who he had made his evil deal with. "Welcome Baltar. " the Leader said. "I have grave news. A handful of Colonials still prevail. But we shall soon find them. "
Baltar however looked up in outrage at the leader. "What of our bargain? My colony was to be spared!"
"I now alter the bargain. " the Leader answered.
Baltar was still seething. "How can you change one side of a bargain?"
"When there is no other side. You have missed the entire point of the war. "
Baltar then felt very nervous. "But. . . but I. . . I have no ambitions against you. "
The Leader wasn't moved by Baltar's speech. "Do yopu think me so foolish as to trust a man who would see his own race destroyed?"
"Not destroyed, Subjugated! Under me!" Baltar said. But the Leader had his own plans.
"There can be no survivors. So long as one human remains alive. The Alliance is threatened. " Realization set into Baltar as he began to realize what the Leader intended for the great traitor. "Sure. . . surely you. . . you don't mean me. "
"We thank you for your help Baltar. Your time is at an end. " As if anticipating the Leader's wish the Centurion on Baltar's left grabbed his head while the other made ready to bring out his knife to cut off Baltar's head, but the Leader interrupted him as he remembered Iblis's visit.
"No wait. " The Centurion paused as the Leader thought about Iblis's words and what they would mean. "Remove him for summary execution. " the Leader ordered. Baltar was then escorted from the Leader's chamber screaming "No you can't! You still need me!"
The Leader was left back alone in his chamber contemplating what Iblis had been saying. ~ Surely the Dark One would know that humans were to be exterminated. What uses could they have for him now?~ he thought.
The Leader did not know, but right now he could sense that the minefields in the Nova of Madegon had been destroyed. Those minefields were what kept the Colonials from the planet Carrilon where the Leader had a deal with the Cylons for the Tylium they had in their mines. And the humans that came there provided the Ovions with much nourishment.
~ Perhaps they shall receive more nourishment~ the Leader thought as he called for his IL Cogitator and ordered him to take the Base Ship to Carrilon where the end of humanity would finally come to pass.
The leader had no way of knowing that the end would come for him.
Several centons later, on board a new baseship, a new Imperious Leader sat on the high seat of command. His predecessor destroyed when the Colonials destroyed the planet Carrilon when they set fire to the Tylium in the Ovion mining caverns. The fires spread throughout the planet destroying it like a super nova taking with it the Imperious Leader's base ship.
With the Leader destroyed a new Leader had to be chosen. When one was it had to deal with a situation left over by his predecessor-Baltar.
The Centurions carried the beaten form of Baltar to the base of the high seat of command where the new Leader sat looking down at Baltar all sprawled out before him. "You are Baltar?" the Leader asked.
Baltar laughed weakily as if he had heard the Leader say something funny. "As if. . . as if you don't remember. " It was the next sentence however that filled Baltar with hope.
"My predecessor has left me with a difficult choice. " Baltar looked up wondering what to make of what the Leader was saying. "Your. . . predecessor?. . . " he asked.
". . . was destroyed by your peers. " the Leader continued. Suddenly Baltar saw an opportunity for his life to be spared.
"I. . . I tried to warn him. " he said. The Leader acknowledged what Baltar said then proceeded.
"I have been reviewing your proposal. About how you can help us to locate the humans. " Baltar then began to speak knowing full well that his life depended on what he would say next.
"Oh yes. I. . . I think as they do. I know what they must do. Where they must go. . . "
The Leader then interrupted Baltar, but to him it was a good interruption as the Leader said "I find your reasoning logical. "
Baltar then saw his sense of hope escalate. "Then. . . then I am to be. . . "
". . . Spared. " the Leader continued.
"To serve the empire!" Baltar shouted in confirmation. But the Leader had other ideas.
"No. To serve your people as you present the flag of truce. " Baltar was confused by what the Leader was proposing. "Truce?" he asked.
The Leader then explained. "My predecessor was appointed during a time when the empire was at war with your people. Now that we are omnipotent we can afford to be lenient. I will be assigning you a base ship, and a contingent of Centurions under your command. "
Baltar however had his doubts. "They. . . they will not be so ready to accept you. "
The Leader made no speech of acknowledgement. Rather he continued to say "You shall go and find the humans and send them my proposal. Lucifer. " As if on cue an IL cogitator entered to escort Baltar to his new command.
"You know Baltar that it is with a sense of pride that you shall be receiving the finest contingent of Centurions in all the empire. " Lucifer said as he, Baltar and the two Centurions left the Leader to his contemplations. Contemplations with the great darkness.
"You are certain of this?" the Leader asked.
"Certain. " the darkness said. "The Centurions will be able to continue their programming as they follow the humans across the galaxy. Baltar will serve his own purposes as well as our own as the Colonials lead us to the lost tribe. "
"What of the proposal of truce?" the Leader asked. "Are you certain that they will reject it?"
"Yes. " the darkness answered. "They cannot return to their homeworlds. They will continue on their exodus. And we shall follow. "
"And what shall we do when we face the lost tribe?" the Leader asked.
"For now they shall be my concern, as will be any defenders it has. You resume your pursuit of the Colonials. And if they should happen to be destroyed along the way, well then there are other avenues that can be explored to reach Earth. But for now make no preparations to move against the lost tribe. "
The Leader acknowledged the wisdom of the dark force. "By your command. Count Iblis. " he said as the darkness faded away. His presence ever felt by the Imperious Leader who contemplated what Iblis had said.
~ The Colonials shall traverse along space, leading us to new worlds to conquer. They shall face our wrath countless times as they search for the lost colony Earth. And when we arrive there, humanity shall be subverted or crushed under the Cylon rule, as will all the galaxy. ~
The Leader sat back on the high seat of command preparing for the inevitable Cylon victory which would come. He knew the victory would not come this yarhn or the next, but he knew the final Cylon victory would come soon
Where all would fall under Cylon rule.
END