The fight for survival has begun...
Military Survivors: 4176
Civilian Survivors: 10,358
Total Known Survivors: 14,534
This is the first day of the second exodus.
3,600 years ago, an ancient Oracle known as Pythia wrote about the exile and rebirth of the human race. Her teachings were written upon a sacred scroll, telling the story of the twelve great tribes and the civilization they would create. Those teachings, those words, gave life to the Twelve Colonies of Kobol.
But Pythia also foretold our doom:
"All this has happened before. All this will happen again."
The Twelve Colonies of Kobol were twelve distinct worlds located in a remote part of our galaxy. For 2,000 years they were home to the descendants of humans participating in the exodus of Kobol. For most of the two millenia that these worlds were inhabited, the Twelve Colonies consisted of multiple sovereign states but, during the final fifty-two years leading up to the fall of the colonies, all twelve comprised a single state known as the United Colonies of Kobol. After the settlement, the colonies slowly began to prosper and eventually gave birth to a race of cybernetic lifeforms known as Cylons.
They walked among us, they worked alongside us, they became part of our families. Then one day, they evolved... they rebelled... They rose up and killed their creators.
Cylons and man engaged in a bitter twelve year conflict that ravaged both species, only to abruptly end when the Cylons ceased hostilities and offered to sign an armistice. With the signing of the Cimtar Peace Accords and the creation of Armistice Station near the border of Colonial territory, man and machine parted ways allowing the Colonies to rebuild and their people to regroup.
But now, many years later, man's creations have returned and waged a devastating war on their creators home planets. Setting of countless nuclear warheads and destroying the vast majority of the colonial fleet in orbit, the fall of the colonies was complete.
Now, life as we know it is at an end. The twelve colonies of Kobol, prosperous and deprived alike, are gone - wiped out by our own creations. The human race has been reduced to a rag tag group of misfits travelling the stars in search of a new home. We know of ships who fled the war zone, we know their are survivors. It will be our mission to reunite as many of the human race as possible and find a new home.
But Pythia was right; it happened before and now, years later, it has happened again.
Fourteen relatively uneventful days have passed since the fleet left the Helios system in the hopes of tracking down the fleet led by the Battlestar Galactica. With questions already being asked of the fleets Commander, a Raptor reconnaissance team returns to the Solaria with news of signpost on their road to safety. Hanson orders an immediate FTL jump to the location identified by the Raptor team. Upon arrival, they locate a large debris field, indicating the destruction of a ship. Once the debris is brought aboard, the Commander orders an analysis.
Meanwhile, an unsuspecting member of the crew carries out an act of sabotage that is only discovered when the Cylons show up during Solaria's investigation. A member of the crew is soon apprehended, but is the right suspect in custody?
Latest Mission Posts
Jerimiah had not been aboard the Solaria in quite some time. However, it was like walking into your childhood home, things may have looked different, but you never quite forget where everything is. He enjoyed his service aboard the Achilles and was not quite sure exactly why he had been…
Desmond was off duty and he had taken the time he had for a stroll. He’d changed into army-fatigue pants and a plain black shirt. His muscular form made the shirt all the more interesting as he walked the halls of the Solaria. At 6’6”, he was easily the tallest…
Kaylia shifted a little bit and lifted a hand to her jaw, that still was sore. So were her ribs. Heading into the CIC she gave a glance around for Mitchell. Hrm....he wasn't there. Giving a glance again and spotting Yates. Walking over, "Excuse me, where is Commander Hanson?"
Their rhythm hastened in synchrony. Eyes shut tight, absorbed in a trance-like state as they rode the tidal wave of bliss together, before it eventually died down to leave both of them catching their breaths. And then a long kiss, one that lingered between their lips.
Olly half-stood before collapsing…
Mission: Traitorous Endeavours
Posted on Tue May 29th, 2018 @ 1:52pm by Specialist Jamie Perth & Captain Nathan O'Hare M.D. & Lieutenant JG Kaylia Strenvale "Artemis" & Lieutenant Niamh O'Donoghue PsyD
It was evidently clear that Kaylia was hurt, and she was reminded more than once by the deck crew to go to the med bay, which she kept ignoring. Just keeping a hand held on her shoulder. It had -just- missed the collar bone and was a through-and-through.
Latest Personal Logs
Posted on Wed Mar 7th, 2018 @ 6:51pm by Persephone Arrius M.D. Ph. D
Fifteen days after the Holocaust.
I've been outplayed.
My suspicions about a group who has betrayed humanity to the Cylons have been confirmed, as I have been detained for sabotage of the Solaria's Vipers. Apparently this group has also succeeded at deceiving the military, and their narrow thinking,…
Posted on Sun Mar 4th, 2018 @ 6:05pm by Persephone Arrius M.D. Ph. D
Im starting this journal to keep a record of events pertaining to the destruction of the twelve colonies, and the Solaria Fleet.
There is about fifteen thousand of us left, along with one battlestar and one patrolstar. Five thousand military personnel included.
We're facing an enemy that now seems to…