"The Thirteenth Colony"
Author's Note: I wrote this after watching the mini series. Feedback would
Summary: The Commander of Battlestar Galatica reflects on the significance
of the thirteenth colony.
Disclaimer: Battlestar Galactica the mini-series (2003 Sci-Fi pictures)
does not belong to me.
Long, long ago there was speak of the thirteenth colony. They settled
in a place called Earth. For years, the story was regarded as a myth. Then
forty-six years ago our world was destroyed. The twelve colonies were
decimated by an enemy we thought we had defeated years earlier. An enemy we
created. The Cylons would not be content until they destroyed all of
humanity. They killed billions of people. Their attack was well thought out
and executed. All that was left was about fifty thousand people.
Fifty thousand civilians protected by the sole remaining military
vessel, Battlestar Galatica, escaped the clutches of Cylons' offense. We
jumped far beyond the red line of known space. Then a promise was made. A
myth became known as truth. Our new mission other than survival was to find
My father, Commander Adama, promised the survivors he would lead us
to Earth. I wasn't surprised when that didn't happened. He passed away
twelve years after the Cylon attack. I've been Commander of Galatica every
since. The day after his funeral President Roslin told me his secret. I
told her that she was right. When everyone realizes there is no Earth they
will never forgive my father. Neither will they forgive her or me for
keeping up the lie. I walked around the ship for hours after her
revelation, wrestling to decide the best course of action. In the end, I
couldn't find it in my heart to dispose the truth. It was then that I
understood my father. Maybe the most I will ever understand him. Earth is
our hope. Perhaps one day the search will lead us to a new world to settle
of our own. Until that day we will continue travelling through space
looking for the thirteenth colony.
Over the years Cylon attacks are something we encountered many times.
Most distressful is that it comes from within. We are far from home. The
Cylons travelling among us are unable to contact the rest of their race.
However, the damage they can inflict on us is quite extensive. With the
discovery of the first human-looking Cylon, PR representative Mr. Doral, we
became open to the fact that enemies are among us. The majority of them
don't even know that they are Cylons until their timer goes off, a fact we
learned from Dr. Baltar. He was killed by a sleeper Cylon a few years after
we jumped. However, not before he disclosed all he knew about their plans.
The work he left behind was the basis for all our methods for telling who
is Cylon and who is not. We became extremely efficient. Ironically, some
people who worked with us to discover methods later turned out to be Cylons
themselves. The last Cylon attack was over thirteen years ago. But we know
that more could be amongst us.
Our quest has yielded a multitude of positive consequences. We are
chartering previously unexplored space. We have visited many worlds, rich
in resources and with appearances and properties that one can only dream
of. Forty-six years later and humanity has grown from fifty thousand to
over eight-seven thousand. Battlestar Galatica is now joined by a smaller
ship called Red Adama, named in tribute to my father. It was built with
materials acquired from the many alien worlds we have explored.
In the thirty plus years that I've been Commander I have come close
to optimism. Many times. Sorrow and tragedy it seems much more. But I was
unprepared to find a planet with people who seem just like us. My first
impulse 'Cylon!' We stayed out of sight and scanned the planet. Only seven
thousand people registered. What was striking was that they all passed our
tests. Contact would be the only way to make sure if they were not Cylons.
For days I deliberated. We checked our findings time and time again.
We listened to their communications. It was exciting and somewhat unnerving
to note similarities between us and them. In confidence one night I looked
to Starbuck. Her eyes were asking the same question as mine. Only I chose
to say it aloud.
"Could this be the thirteenth colony?"
Our question hung in the air.