This is another one of my crossover stories, while it is more based on Battlestar Galactica than the X-Men, I have taken some liberties with the way I have decided to portray characters from X-Men and the Galactica universe.

Do not expect it to completely follow the formula of the re-imagined series, there will be surprises along the way.

Well, lets hope that it'll go well, wish me luck.

Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men or Battlestar Galactica.







Over 30 years ago, the humans of the 12 Colonies of Kobol developed a new machine called a Cylon. Built to help humans in battle among other things, the Cylons originally saw action during the minor conflict that rose between humans and mutants, but towards the end of the so-called Mutant War, the Cylons rose up against both humans and mutants.

Following the initial uprising, the president of the colonies on Caprica called for a ceasefire with the Mutants, they had a mutual enemy in the Cylons now. And so began the Cylon War, a war that would ravage the colonies, and as such the colonial fleet launched 12 massive ships called Battlestars, a mixture of a battleship and a carrier, these massive ships could go toe to toe with anything the Cylons threw at them. By the end of the war, these Battlestars and their crews would become the stuff of legend, ships like the Pandora, Theseus, or Prometheus.

The Prometheus, Gods its been that long now since I first served on her, my first assignment, a rookie Viper pilot from Libran just out of the academy, and there I was on the front lines, a Mutant no less, but the others didn't mind. But I saw my first combat on board the Prometheus, and for 10 years I fought the Cylons. Then, the call was made, the Armistace between the colonies and the Cylons had been signed, the Gods must have been smiling on us.

After the Armistace, I tried piecing my life back together, got married even, had a kid, but the call to the Colonial Fleet brought me back. I later was given command of a Battlestar, but I've made sacrifices, my husband left me, my daughter barely talks to me anymore... and after the last incident, I'm lucky to still be in command, ironically of my old ship the Prometheus.

Now the old girl's being turned into a Museum, and, to be honest, I'm not sure what is left for me in the Colonial Fleet...

Who am I? I am Commander Anna Marie Minerva, Commanding Officer of the Battlestar Prometheus.


Ever since the end of the Cylon War, the 12 Colonies of Kobol sent a representative out to meet with a Cylon representative at the Armistace line to keep relations good. However, since the end of the war 25 years prior, the Cylons had never sent a representative to the station, in fact no one had heard from them since the Armistace was signed.

Major Robert Parker had been assigned to the Armistace Station in order to meet with the Cylon representative if they came. He takes a seat at the desk, taking out the files on the Cylons from the war, looking them over just in case the Cylons arrived, but it was unlikely they would, he'd remain for another hour before returning to Caprica.

That's when he hears an airlock opening, then two hulking machines that look vaguely humanoid with a crest on their heads and a black bar with a red sensor moving back and forth steps into view. Parker nearly falls out of his chair, while the machine was different, the only thing it could be was a Cylon. As he starts to get up, they are joined by a third individual, only this one isn't a machine, its a woman with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, wearing a revealing white top and long pants, she looks at Parker, who's jaw drops.

"Are you alive?" The strange woman says.

"Y-yes," he stutters, watching as the woman saunters up to him, sitting down on the table in front of him. "Yes, I am."

"Prove it," the woman says, leaning forward, and kissing Parker on the lips as the two Cylons look on passively, she breaks the kiss after a moment. "It has begun."

Outside, two massive ships are near the station, one launches a missile coliding with it, and destroying the station. The Cylon invasion of the colonies had begun.

"All this has happened before, and all this will happen again."














The Battlestar Prometheus was a large ship, its enormous bulk with the two drive pods on either end made some wonder how it and its sister ships had ever survived the war, but the original Battlestars had been the model for all the others. The Prometheus was getting old however, having seen its fair share of action, the Colonial Fleet had made the decision to retire the old ship, and turn it into a Museum, which was why it was busy on this particular day.

"The Prometheus was built to fight in an age where the enemy could use a ship's systems against them," James Maddrox, a young man with short brown hair, wearing a neatly pressed suit says, leading a group through the corridors of the Prometheus. "The original 12 Battlestars, one for each colony, where designed originally for combat in the Mutant War, but following the Cylon uprising, the need for more powerful ships became apparent. So, to combat this new threat, they looked backward, so you'll see things that by today's standards may seem archaic, like phones with cords, or computers that aren't networked..."

The tour group goes past a woman in her 50's with short greying auburn hair and white bangs, wearing the blue uniform of a Colonial Fleet Commander. She's going through a series of notecards, she's making sure that everything is ready for the decomissioning ceremony. Commander Anna Marie Minerva was the commanding officer of the Prometheus, she had also been a Viper pilot assigned to it back during the Cylon war, and even after her career, she wasn't sure if there was anything left for her.

"Commander Minerva," a young man with short brown says, coming up next to her, wearing a grey shirt and black muscle shirt over it with military issue pants, his eyes covered by a pair of ruby quartz sunglasses. Scott Summers was one of the Viper pilots on the Prometheus, part of it pained her a little, she had known his brother through her daughter. "Is everything all right, Commander?"

"As well as can be expected, Captain," Marie says. "Hard to believe they're retiring this old ship."

"No argument here, Commander," Scott says. "This ship is supposed to be a Battlestar, not a museum."

"Agreed," Marie says, barely looking at the man.

"Talk to you later, ma'am," Scott says, continuing on his way down the hall.

Marie looks up from her notecards finally, shaking her head as another tour group enters nearby. This is getting rediculous... she thinks to herself. And the worst was still to come, the President of the colonies was sending a member of his cabinet to the ceremony, the Secretary of Mutant Affairs, who she was familiar with from before the war.


"If you're just now joining us from the Pyramid Game on Gemmenon, welcome to 20 Questions," a woman with shoulder length blonde hair, wearing a pantsuit says on a screen. "Today, I have the pleasure of talking with Dr. Robert Kelly, one of the foremost computer programming experts in the colonies, welcome Doctor."

"Its good to be here, Trisha," Dr. Robert Kelly, a man with short brown and grey hair, wearing glasses and a casual outfit. He was sitting in a house on the outskirts of Caprica City on Caprica. "And I want to thank you for this opportunity to discuss something that is important to both myself, and the future of our colonies."

"Yes, Dr. Kelly, I understand that you are starting to push again for research into artificial intelligence," Trisha says on the screen, which was transmitting with Robert's image all over the colonies. "Are you sure that's a wise decision after the Cylon war?"

"We cannot allow the mistakes of the past to cloud our vision of the future," Robert says. "Yes, mistakes where made when the Cylons where made, but we have a chance to correct those mistakes. The continued research into computer systems will give us an opportunity to recognize the mistakes made in the original creations, and we will..."

As Robert continues, a woman physically identical to the one who had been on the Armistice Station walks through the door. She smiles a little to herself, watching him talk, moving past him, making him pause briefly in his discussion when she gives him a seductive smile, throwing the scientist off his game a moment before he turns back to the TV.

A few minutes later, the interview ends, and Robert follows the woman into the bedroom.


"Prometheus, this is Renegade, requesting permission to dock," a young woman says, she's seated in the cockpit of a Viper, a fighter developed for use on a Battlestar.

"Roger Renegade, you are clear for hands-on approach," comes the answer on the other end.

"Prometheus, did you say hands on?" Renegade asks, blinking a little, hands on wasn't standard on a Battlestar.

"Affirmative," is the answer. Renegade just sighs, and pulls her Viper into the port landing bay that was coming up on her.


As the Viper is pulled into the hangar deck, the pilot climbs out, removing her helmet letting her long auburn hair and white bangs flow out. "What's going on, is your landing computer malfunctioning? I had to go in hands on," she asks, looking at the chief, a young man with dark hair, wearing an orange jumpsuit.

"Its all hands on here," Chief Roberto DaCosta tries to explain, it was difficult for new arrivals to the Prometheus, he doesn't look at her right away. "Commander Minerva's orders."

"That figures," Alicia Minerva, Anna Marie's daughter says. "Always has to make sure everything is the way it was back in the war."

"Well, she is the CO," Roberto says, finally looking up at her, he does a double take. "Oh, ma'am, I'm sorry, I didn't realize..."

"Don't worry Chief, I'm here to lead the flyby, not to bust your ass," Alicia says with a chuckle, heading out of the hangar bay. Not that I'm gonna like it... she thinks.

Ever since her father died, Alicia and her mother had kept their distance from each other. However, someone at fleet command had decided that it would be good for the ship's image if the daughter of the CO lead the fly-by. Renegade, she actually had to laugh a little at that, she had recieved that nickname at the academy, and it had stuck, but sometimes it reminded her a little too much of just who her mother was.


The CIC was the heart of a Battlestar, situated in the interior of the ship's bow, the Prometheus had a larger CIC than modern Battlestars because of its need for more staff. Anna Marie is at the center of the room, examining the DRADIS screen, while her XO, a rough looking man with black hair, wearing a loose colonial uniform is talking.

"Well, everything is going as planned so far, Commander," Colonel Logan Howlette reports. "The guests have arrived, and the representative of the Colonial government will be coming to inspect the CIC shortly."

"Just what we needed, a civilian to come and inspect the nerve center of the ship," the tactical officer a man with dark hair and skin says, shaking his head.

"Lieutenant Forge, you will kindly keep your opinions to yourself," Marie says, shaking her head. "If Fleet Command wants us to play tour guide for a bunch of civies, we'll do it... even if we don't like it."

"And this is the CIC, the nerve center of the Prometheus," James Maddrox says, leading the tour group into the CIC. "Its size relative to that of newer Battlestars is because of the lack of networking between the ship's systems requiring a larger crew than say the Avalon or the Erebus."

Well, its showtime at the zoo... Marie thinks to herself, stepping forward. "I'm Commander Anna Marie Minerva, welcome aboard the Battlestar Prometheus."

That's when she meets eyes with the repreesentative of the Colonial Government, he was older than she is by a few years, bald with kind eyes that look at her, wearing a suit, and seated in a hover chair.

"Secretary Xavier," Marie says.

"Hello Commander," Xavier says. "Or, should I call you Rogue?"


Back on Caprica City, this time in the central area of the city, Robert Kelly and the blonde woman from before are making their way through the area in front of the defense ministry.

"You know, you're the only woman I've ever met outside of the lab that really understands what I'm talking about," Robert says to the blonde woman. "The advent of AI was the single greatest development of the last half century, but because of one mistake, they won't even let me work on it."

"Now, now Robert, we can't all change the worlds you know," the blonde woman laughs. "The work you're doing for the Ministry of Defense is still very promising."

"Yes, but its not enough, its never enough really," Robert says. "I could do so much more, but these Admirals and Politicians, they drive me crazy."

"Don't worry, you will have your day," the blonde woman says. "Someday soon, your actions will impact the inhabitants of all the 12 Colonies."

"I really hope so," Robert says, getting a slight smirk out of the woman that he misses. "If you'll excuse me, I have somewhere I should get to, meet up for supper later?"

"Of course, I have something of my own I need to deal with," the blonde woman says, waving Robert off, she turns, smiling a little at the person behind her. "I was wondering when you'd show up."


Back on the Prometheus, Anna Marie has managed to break away from the tour guide job long enough to check with the crew on the hangar deck.

"Commander, its good to see you," Roberto says as he walks with Marie down the hangar deck.

"You said you had something to show me, Chief?" Marie asks, looking at Roberto curiously.

"Ah yes, we where looking through some old fleet records, and we found this, Commander," Roberto says, taking out a wrapped present and handing it to Marie. She opens it, and can't help but smile, it was a picture of her and her husband, a handsome man with a charming smile, along with a younger Alicia, the picture had been taken 20 years ago when she re-entered the fleet, they meet up with the rest of the deck crew, who is standing by an old Viper Mk. II.

"Is someone looking for a promotion?" Marie laughs, she hadn't seen this picture in forever.

"That would be Aquila, ma'am, Roberto says, nodding to a young woman with brown hair, who smiles at Marie. "And that's not all, if the Commander would direct her attention to the Viper."

"Cute," Marie says, looking at the nameplate on the Viper that says Anna Marie "Rogue" Minerva, then her eyes fall on the registry on the tail. "You're kidding... where'd you get this old thing?"

"Nebula-Gulf-Three-Eight-Niner," Amara Aquila says. "Your old Viper."

"We where, you know, thinking it could be used in the ceremony," another member of the deck gang says.

"Sounds perfect," Marie nods, going over the old fighter, it brought back a lot of memories.

"Will Commander Minerva please report to the conference room for a meeting with the press," comes the announcement over the ship's intercom.

"Duty calls," Marie sighs, she hated dealing with the press, it figured, she could face down a Cylon Basestar, but the Press made her nervous.


"Commander, I'm glad I caught up with you," Xavier says, Marie was walking down one of the corridors of the Prometheus, and Xavier had met up with her, Marie didn't seem interested in talking to him though. "Is something wrong?"

"Well, Mr. Secretary," Marie says, rolling her eyes. "Considering the fact that last time I saw you, we didn't part on good terms, I'm not exactly thrilled to have you on my ship."

"We had just gotten out of the war, and you signed up with the Colonial Fleet," Xavier says. "I'll admit I was out of line, but a lot of Mutants considered you and the others traitors, I was looking out for your best interest."

"My best interest? With the Cylons attacking the colonies, people had to step up to defend our homes!" Marie says.

This was an old argument, prior to the Cylon War the Mutants and Humans had been at war with each other, and the Colonial Fleet had fought Xavier's group the X-Men on several occasions, which Marie had been part of back when she was known as Rogue. Following the Cylon uprising, the Colonial Fleet had opened up enrollment to Mutants, and Marie had been one of the first to enroll after the Cylons attacked her home colony of Libran. However a lot of Mutants still where angry at the Colonial Fleet for the Mutant War at that time, and Marie had faced opposition from both sides while attending the War College. Even today when Mutants where accepted on planets like Caprica, there where still some colonies that harbored animosity towards their Mutant neighbors.

"Commander, Marie, you where one of my best students," Xavier says. "You could have stayed with us, there was still a lot that could be done for you."

"Mr. Secretary, with all due respect, you did nothing to really help any of us, I didn't even get control of my powers until after I joined the Fleet," Marie snaps. "Sure, lets all try and live in harmony with the Humans, great plan, a shame it took a frakin war with the Cylons to make it work!"

"Marie..." Xavier starts to say, then gets cut off again.

"Look, Xavier, I'm going to put on a happy face and make it look like I'm having a good time, but lets get something clear," Marie says. "After you leave the Prometheus, I want you to have nothing more to do with my life or my family."

"If that's what you want, very well," Xavier sighs, and they continue the rest of the walk in silence.


Back on Caprica, grunts and moans can be heard in a darkened room, before the light suddenly turns on. The blonde woman from before is seated in a chair, watching Robert and another woman in an extremely compromising position.

"Get out..." The blonde woman hisses.

"Who are you?" The woman asks, covering herself with a blanket.

"I said... GET OUT!" The blonde shouts, as the woman grabs her clothes, getting out of there quickly. "Robert..."

"Look, I can explain," Robert tries to say.

"It doesn't matter now," the blonde woman says with a strange smile. "Now get your pants on, there is something I want to tell you."

Dr. Robert Kelly struggles to get dressed as the blonde woman walks out, something about this didn't sit right with him.


"Commander Minerva, can we get another shot of you with the Secretary?" One of the photographers asks, Marie rolls her eyes publicity shots, this was going to get on her nerves, but she doesn't complain.

At least early retirement would get me away from this crazy life, Marie thinks to herself, the truth was that a lot of people at Fleet Command where pushing for her to take early retirement, and she had to admit she was considering it. Now, there's only one thing left to worry about.

As if on cue, the door to the conference room opens, and Alicia walks in, wearing her dress uniform. Her eyes meet Marie's, and the mother and daughter exchange a moment of silence before James interrupts it.

"Perfect, perfect, Lieutenant, could you come stand with the Commander?" He asks, motioning for Alicia to come forward, she reluctantly comes around the table and stands next to Marie. "Commander, put an arm around your daughter."

"You're kidding," Marie says, James gets a look from both the women.

"Come on, it'll make a great shot for the news," James says, and Marie puts an arm around Alicia as the reporters take the pictures. After a few minutes, they file out, leaving Marie and Alicia alone.

"Look, Alicia..." Marie says. "I know, its been hard since your father left..."

"That's an understatement," Alicia says.

"With the Prometheus being retired, my career is pretty much over," Marie says. "I was thinking, we could try to spend more time together."

"Mom, Dad might have walked out on us, but at least he was there up until then," Alicia snaps. "Your career doesn't have to come before your family you know!"

"If you don't like it, why'd you become a pilot?" Marie says, she had to admit that never made any sense to her, that leaves Alicia quiet. "Alicia, please, just think about it."

"I'll, think about it," Alicia says, and walks out.


"As you are all aware, this will be a standard ceremonial flyby to commemorate the decomissioning of the Prometheus," the CAG says. "The squadron will be lead by Lieutenant Alicia Minerva as previously stated."

The pilots all look at Alicia, who tries to sink into her chair, she didn't like being singled out like this.

"The lieutenant is on loan to us from the Avalon until the end of the ceremony," the CAG continues. "And Lieutenant, you will be piloting the Viper flown by your mother during the Cylon war."

"Well, that's just great," Alicia mutters.

"All right, you all have your orders," the CAG says. "Launch is in 30."

The pilots shuffle out of the ready room to get ready, Alicia starts to head out when Scott meets up with her. "Hello Alicia, its been awhile," he says, getting a slight smile out of the young woman.

"Scott, its good to see you again," Alicia says. "I haven't seen you since..."

"Alicia, its all right, that wasn't your fault," Scott says reassuringly as they start down the hallway. "So, they have you leading the formation, huh?"

"Yeah, someone at Fleet Command decided it would be cute if the daughter of the Commander lead the flyover," Alicia says. "So, they send me off the Avalon until the ceremony is over."

"You're sure they weren't just trying to get you out of their hair for a few hours?" Scott chuckles, getting a slug from Alicia. "Was that really necessary?"

"Yes, totally," Alicia laughs, then looks down. "I'm, not sure about all this, my mother and I, you know..."

"Alicia, you're going to have to put this all past you one day, you can't be mad at your mother forever," Scott says, getting a slight sigh out of Alicia.

"Yeah, I know," Alicia says.

"You're lucky you still have your mother," Scott says, looking down at his feet, Alicia looks sad, Scott had lost his parents when he was younger, Alicia places a hand on his shoulder.

"Its okay Scott," she says. "I'm sorry about this really, I know it hasn't been easy for you."

"Its okay, Alicia, it really is, you don't have to worry about it," Scott says. "Come on, lets get to the hangar deck."


The Starboard Launch Bay had been converted into a mixture of a Gift Shop and a large conference area. This was where the decomissioning ceremony was taking place, after several speeches about the Prometheus had been given, it was finally time for Marie to take the podium.

"And now, we will hear from the last commanding officer of the Battlestar Prometheus, Commander Anna Marie Minerva," James says, the onlookers clap as Marie takes the podium.

"Thank you," Marie says, shuffling through her notecards, she starts to speak. "The Cylon War is long over, but we cannot forget the reasons why we fought, the price paid for victory..." she says, then pauses a moment, then sets the notecards down. "Sometimes that price is too high, we fought for the survival of our civilization, but we never asked if ours was a civilization worth surviving."

The crowd looks at Marie, wondering what she was talking about. Up in space, Alicia and the other Viper pilots are listening on the wireless.

"We've all made sacrifices, too many sacrifices for our own sake, and those actions reflect not only on us, but also on our legacy. The Cylons where our responsibility, Humans and Mutants, we the citizens of these twelve colonies decided to play God, to create life. We had become the modern Prometheus, we sought to create something more than ourselves, and that turned against us. You cannot play God, and then wash your hands of your creation, sooner or later, you cannot hide from your mistakes. I hope that the day doesn't come where we cannot hide any longer."

Marie steps down from the podium, her words echoing through the minds of those listening. For a moment there is nothing but silence, then Xavier begins clapping, followed by others. James takes the podium again.

"Umm, yes, thank you Commander," he says, then quickly moves away from the subject. "Next up, we have the last Viper squadron of the Prometheus who will be performing a ceremonial flyby lead by Lieutenant Alicia Minerva."

The crowd watches as the Viper fighters fly over the windowed roof of the room.

In the cockpit of her Viper, Alicia is quiet, thinking over what her mother had just said.


A few hours later, most of the guests have left, and the Caprica Luxury vessel that was transporting Xavier was leaving, Alicia comes up alongside it in her Viper.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen, my call sign is Renegade, and I'll be your escort back to Caprica," Alicia says over the wireless, honestly she was just glad to finally be off the Prometheus.

"Glad to have you along, Renegade," the pilot says with a nod.

"Mr. Secretary, is everything all right?" A scrawny young man with brown hair says, talking to Xavier who is in his seat.

"Yes, everything is fine, Todd," Xavier sighs, the truth was that he had hoped things would have gone better with Marie. He had worked for years on Human-Mutant relations, and even though things where finally better, he still felt a little sad, he wasn't going to be around long enough to see the next generation of Mutants. He had cancer, and his doctor had only given him a few more months at the most, but he kept it secret.

He leans back and closes his eyes, for now he just had to relax and get back to Caprica, he'd worry about that later.


"What you're telling me is, that you're a Cylon?" Robert asks, looking at the blonde woman in shock. "I find that hard to believe!"

"And why's that?" The blonde woman asks.

"Last time anyone saw any of the Cylons, they looked more like walking chrome toasters, not like..." Robert says, trailing off a bit.

"Those models still have their uses," the blonde woman says, smirking a little. "After all, you cannot really expect us to do all the menial work."

"Us, you mean there are more of you?" Robert asks.

"There are twelve human models if that's what you're asking," the blonde woman says. "I am one of the Zeta models."

"And what the hell do you want with me?" Robert demands, then it dawns on him, grabbing his phone he starts dialing a number. "I have to call my Lawyer..."

"That won't be necessary," the woman says.

"You're telling me that I betrayed my species to the Cylons, I need to contact my lawyer, he'll know what to do," Robert says.

"That won't be necessary because shortly there won't be anyone left to charge you with treason," the blonde woman says. "The children of humanity are coming home."

Robert watches in shock as there is a flash in the distance. "But, you have to have some sort of plan..." he says, panicking. "You can't just let yourself die."

"I'll just download to another body, I can't die," the woman says, then grabs him, whispering in his ear. "You must find the Hybrid."

Before Robert can question what that means, a nuclear bomb detonates close by, shattering the windows.


"This just in, we are getting reports of nuclear strikes against several colonies, including Caprica," the oice over the radio says, Xavier looks up, glancing at the radio.

"Turn that up," he says.

"Yes sir," the passenger says, turning up the volume.

"There have unconfirmed reports that the President and his cabinet where killed in the initial attack," the radio continues. "No one has claimed responsibility for the attacks, but contacts in the Colonial Fleet have said that the Cylons are believed to be behind the attack."

"Help me into my chair," Xavier says, struggling into his chair, he heads for the cockpit, opening up the door to talk to the pilot. "Excuse me, have there been any reports from the colonies? On the radio, they where saying Caprica was attacked."

The captain is quiet, looking down at a report in his hands, he slowly hands it to Xavier.

"I see..." Xavier says. "Transmit a message on channel 041-Alpha, send my code, 90024 to confirm I'm alive."

"Yes Mr. Secretary," the pilot nods, sending the transmission as Xavier heads back out.

"How far down are you?" Todd asks as Xavier returns to his seat.

"36th in line, not the best odds," Xavier says shaking his head. "We'll just wait, and see what happens next."


"That was an interesting speech, Commander," Logan says, he and Marie are talking in the CIC. "Though, I get the feeling it wasn't exactly what you had prepared."

"Well, there are somethings that need to be said more than others," Marie says, shaking her head. "Well, its been an honor serving with you, Colonel."

"Likewise, Commander," Logan says.

"Commander, I'm getting a message from Fleet Command," the communications officer Ensign Jean Grey, a woman with long red hair says, taking a piece of paper and handing it to Marie.

"My Gods..." Marie says, handing it to Logan.

"What are they trying to pull, this has to be some sort of retirement prank," Logan says.

"Its not, they wouldn't do that," Marie says, then picks up the phone off the console. "Patch me through to the whole ship."

"You're patched through, ma'am," Jean says.

"This is the Commander," Marie says, speaking into the phone. "I just recieved word on a Cylon attack on our home colonies. While reports are still coming in, there have been confirmed reports of nuclear strikes against the planets of Picon, Gemmenon, and Caprica..."

There is a silence throughout the ship, realizing the rammifications of what's going on.

"Admiral Abernathy on board the Battlestar Avalon has mobilized the fleet to make a counterattack against the Cylons. We now have to get this ship ready for combat, mobilize all forces, everyone to battle stations. We've trained for this, now the time has come to put our training to use. For as of this moment, we are at war."

To be Continued...


And that begins the adventure of the Battlestar Prometheus and the survivors of the Cylon Nuclear Holocaust in this version of the story.

But, what did the Zeta Model mean by the Hybrid? That'll be a mystery for another time.

What happens next? The adventure continues as the Prometheus' squadrons go to fight the Cylons among other things. Find out the next part of the story in chapter 2, "Exile."

See you then.