Author's Notes: The purpose of this story is prettymuch to set up the backstory required for an idea I have which I feel I need to tell. The idea that I have is near the end of this chapter, and it'll be pretty recognisable. This story sets up the history of a few original characters, as well as histories of characters we know and love from the BSG universe.
More Authors Notes at the end, so I don't spoil the first chapter.
Spoilers: Season 1 – 2, and unintentional ones from Season 3 if I guess what's going to happen right – no direct spoilers.
From the stars
I knew the meaning behind the words which were being spoken, and I knew the story far too well, as did many of the others standing in the hangar that day, yet I still don't think that we as a people could even begin to understand them. There was no possible way that we could, even after all that we had seen and all that we had been shown. Yet, we still knew the enormity of it, and the ordeal that these people had gone through to get here. I knew the numbers, but I couldn't truly put myself into their shoes. It was hard to believe, that as far as we could calculate, 40 billion people were massacred fifteen years ago to this day.
I looked around the hangar, and could see a few people openly weeping. It was obvious that they were the Colonials among us, mourning the loss of their families and mostly everyone that they knew. Even though we Earthers couldn't emotionally fathom what they had lost, we could make some damn good guesses and assumptions, or at least I thought I had until joined up with SpaceNav. I soon learned that the assumptions I had made were almost all completely wrong once I had joined them. These people were tough, resilient, enduring, and most importantly of all, most of them were ethical and moral. It was hard not to pay them respect on the half a dozen special days which were commemorated to them annually, today being the most important of them all. I wasn't here to pay my respects for what they had lost, no. I wasn't here to pay respects to what they had gone through. I was here to pay my respects to them, for going through what they had, and for losing what they did, and coming out better than alright in the end. I can begin to guess that if I had gone through anything remotely like what they did, I would have lost myself in sorrow and remorse, and I would have stopped being the person that I am. The Colonials had lost everything that they had, and in the end they were more human than we were. I know that if we, as a people of Earth had gone through the same ordeal, our outcome wouldn't have been as good.
I remember the day that the world first learned that there was a possibility of life other than our own. It had been broadcast over many television and radio networks worldwide as a number of government and private tracking stations had detected a small object entering the Earth's atmosphere directly above Frankfurt, Germany in 2010. It was dismissed as a small asteroid which had avoided detection, until it changed course and headed back into space. By the time it had been reported in, a number of tracking stations had locked onto the object. Apparently, once it entered space, it just disappeared off their scopes. At first I thought it was a hoax, but then I got my hands on some actual data straight from one of the tracking stations and I began to have my doubts. Of course, this was immediately claimed to be a number of objects by various news crews and experts, but no one could come to a clear conclusion. I think that all of the deep space radar and deep space telescopes spent the next couple of months scouring the skies, but we didn't find any more objects like it.
There was of course, a transmission which also came from the object. As far as the scientists could tell, it was over a broad range of frequencies, but they couldn't interpret the information within it. It wasn't until about a month later that the scientists discovered that the transmission was also transmitted in a completely different way than anyone had ever considered before, and as far as I could remember, it was done purely by accident. People began to get very excited once that had happened.
No one had really taken it well that this might be the first hard evidence for the existence of intelligence other than our own in the universe. Some people were shocked to the core, others just kept going about their day like nothing had happened and it was just something cool to talk about. I remember seeing a television programme that showed that various militaries of the world had armed their weapons when the contact shown up. Various countries began throwing accusations at each other, all stating that the other was developing technology which could be of great benefit behind closed doors, possibly for military purposes. Of course, a number of these accusations were thrown at America, and during that period, I was very, very, very glad that I was out of the country. I was an archaeologist and part of an international expedition to try and find fossils of early humans in Australia. It was a time when anti-American attitudes were at a high, and luckily it wasn't too hard to hide my accent. Although Australia was a developed-multicultural country, there was still anti-American sentiment there. I couldn't blame them, our leaders had degraded over time and I can remember thinking that I wished Bill Clinton had come back into office. Adamson won after Bush lost his second election, and he was the worst that I had heard of by far. Just a month after he had taken office, Iran and Saudi Arabia were invaded as a part of the 'war on terror'. In the months afterwards, it had become known as the 'war for oil', because that's what the consensus of most of the world was. Still, a lot of people taunted and jeered at us after that whenever we left our country, but they didn't realise that we weren't responsible for the actions of our leaders. Yeah, we had chosen them, but I for one didn't know what they'd do once they took office. I voted for the other guy anyway, it was on my bumper sticker.
Things died down after the UFO for a while, no one was willing to back the idea that we had been visited by an extra-terrestrial intelligence without further proof. Further proof came on the day that would be marked as the most important day in the history of Earth. I remember being woken up by my girlfriend of the time, in the morning saying that I needed to see the television reports. It was certainly one of the more shocking moments of my life as I walked out and watched the TV. Overnight, twenty five to thirty objects had appeared in our Solar System, and their images were being posted all over the television. It seemed that this was the proof we needed.
I remember that the months after that were absolute chaos. No one was really ready for the arrival of a race from the stars. And then we find out that they're refugees fleeing an enemy that had wiped out 12 entire worlds. Things were made even worse when it was revealed to the world that they were completely, 100 human. Apart from a couple of minor differences that we could find within them after various analyses, and a few more that they supplied after their own analyses of us, we were exactly the same. Panic overtook the entire globe, many cities were ravaged by riots, and pretty-much no one wanted to let the refugees onto the surface to settle. Simply put, people were afraid. We were afraid. Afraid of an enemy which had such capability, afraid of the fact that we realised these refugees possessed the capability to wipe us out from orbit if they wanted to, and afraid that we weren't the only things in the universe anymore. Despite the fact that a number of 'experts' had been saying for years that we were ready for extra-terrestrial contact, it was revealed that we were far from ready to deal with the repercussions. I know that I certainly found it very unnerving that one minute I could be living my life, and the next I could be wiped out from a nuclear blast which has occurred several hundred metres over my head with almost nothing that anyone could do about it.
It wasn't until a year later that everything had settled down. An agreement between the Colonials and the United Nations had been set aside, and the Governments of the United States of America, Australia, Russia, Brazil, and various countries of the Ivory Coast in Africa agreed to set aside areas which the Colonials could own and call their own, almost like countries within countries. The quality of the land that we gave them was poor, often in the deserts or sparsely used areas, and therefore the land couldn't support a large population. However, a large number of the refugees managed to make it planet side and off of their ships. Sharing of ideas and technologies were occurring between the two cultures, and we were starting to begin to get into space.
Almost a year and a half after that would be known as the 'second-most' shocking day for the people of Earth. About fifteen more ships had appeared in Earth's Solar System. They were more refugees from the Colonies. More had survived. More was good, but what was better was the fact that the small civilian fleet wasn't escorted by two warships like the first Colonial Feet that arrived was, but by three. This took us up to five battleships in total, and we were starting to feel a lot better about ourselves.
In the time since then, there has been a complete transfer of all technologies that the Colonials still have a working knowledge of, which was a fair bit, including their FTL drives. All of the Colonials which wanted to live on Earth, were now living on Earth and they even had their own nation and economic system. For the first time in history, all the nations of Earth were working towards a common goal: protecting Earth and the Solar System from incursions from the Cylons, if they ever showed up. We had made a number of ships of our own since the Colonials arrived and gave us what they still knew of their technologies and civilization, however we were a long way from fortifying the Sol. System.
One of the facts that was realised early on was that Earth, as people, as a race, and as a planet, would not be able to create a viable military space force quickly, and not just from the technology that the Colonials had given us which allowed us to get into space. We needed more. To be able to produce anything like the Colonials could, to the same scale and speed, we needed to fast-track Earth's development in every area. And that's a part of what I'm doing now. I'm standing in the Hangar deck of the Battlestar Pegasus, half a month away from New Caprica, one of two habitable planets between Earth and the Colonies. The refurbished Battlestars Pegasus and Galactica were leading a fleet of Colonial Civilian ships, plus three Earth ships, back to the Twelve Colonies. Apparently the Cylons had left, leaving us with the ability to return to the Colonies, which was exactly what we were doing. Our mission: To scavenge as much as we could remaining of the Colonials' Civilization – technology, medicines, theories, town planning methodologies, literature, law, ethics, theories, and more – and bring them back to Earth in order to fast-track our development so that we could prepare for the return of the Cylons, if or when it happened. Our secondary objective was also to make contact with the people which were left behind on New Caprica almost ten years ago, if any remained, to determine what happened to them if none did, and to try and determine the whereabouts of the Cylons and what their intentions were.
Of course, to achieve this fact, we had to take two of five Battlestars away from Earth, but it was a risk that everyone had been willing to take. Anyway, by now, the shipyards should be complete, and we should have began work on our first Battlestar. After we'd worked out all the problems of building one, we'd be able to churn them out like nobody's business. Anyway, there were more ships defending Earth than just three Battlestars. Every ship that the Colonials brought to Earth had been armed as much as it could, all the civilian ships, mining ships, agricultural ships, luxury liners, everything. So really, there was a fleet of about fifty ships defending the Earth, and although fifty ships was not enough, a risk of two years seemed worth it if we could better defend Earth sooner, rather than later.
Under no circumstances were we to let the Cylons know of the location of Earth. One of the reasons which was used to send the Battlestar Galactica and Pegasus, and a number of ships from the first Colonial Fleet was that if the Cylons were encountered, we could claim that we were the original Colonial Remnant and that we were returning to re-claim our homes after developing the technology to essentially remove the radiation from the planet. That was just one of many stories which had been drummed into my head for hours, as a part of my training for this mission. I thought that that story was a bit dodgy, but then again, they had come up with much more effective methods of ensuring that the Cylons didn't discover the location of Earth. One of which included the destruction of all of the ships and everyone within the fleet. I knew that this was a possibility before I signed up, but I am still scared about the prospect of dying light-years from home. I think about that and can't help but feel guilty remembering that the Colonials no longer have a home. I've been thinking more and more about it for the last two weeks, as two weeks ago we crossed the threshold where the Cylons were last encountered. We were now effectively in known Cylon explored space, and the fact scared the shit out of me.
I snap out of my thoughts as I realise that the ceremony is ending and everyone is beginning to walk out. I managed to collect myself, but not before someone noticed that my mind was in the clouds as they walked past me.
"You'll be alright," he says, and I realise that it's the Fleet Admiral, Lee Adama himself, "you're a fine warrior."
"Yes sir. Just got lost in my thoughts
Neil Scottson – Earth SpaceNavy Communications Officer – 2017.
Authors Notes 2: This story will be set in the first person. The first half of it will tell the story of a few characters from Earth, and in the process, you'll get to see what has happened from many viewpoints of us Earthers. The second half of the story will introduce the history of the Colonials, and will be done from numerous Colonial Character Viewpoints, ie, Lee Adama, Tyrol, etc. This story will then move onto another one which will explore what happens when the Colonials return to the Colonies after the holocaust – for the purposes exactly stated above – to scavenge what's left of the Colonial Civilization and find out what the Cylons have been up to.
This story will not be too long, compared to the lengths of the others. I was expecting this to be only 10,000 words, but after the above chapter, It might reach 25,000 words or so.
So, what do youse think? Am I any good in writing in 1st person? Good idea? Expect fairly frequent updates. Reviews much appreciated!
Other: I also plan on making some updates to War Cries, a BtVS story I have going. I do not plan to update Act of Vengeance, as that project has been put on hold. Why? Because I believe that this series tells the same things that I wanted to get around to in Act of Vengeance, but in a much better way. That is, the return to the Colonies, and/or the "Third Cylon War – Colonials find the Cylons and attack them enmasse, almost reversing the events which occurred in the BSG TNS miniseries. (planned third story in this series). I plan to finish the first part of this series fairly quickly (ie, this story)