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I have been requested by rit57 for a synopsis of the storyline I am developing that goes along with some of the ships I have been posting. This has been difficult as it is quite a balancing act between being informative but not to much...

It is no secret that I have been crafting a storyline regarding the Andareians, the survivors of a failed coup five years before the fall of the Colonies as established as part of the backstory for United Systems Navy’s worl “The Long War.” In it I intend to reintroduce some elements of the TOS such as some of the other races mentioned or encountered such as the Hasari and the Ovions and the character of Iblis.

I hope this helps. So here goes:

Darkness: An all encompassing shroud.
Many felt that it was the thirst for knowledge that had pushed the Human animal to become what it was. Others claimed the pursuit of the divine spark of man’s better nature was his driving inspiration. They were wrong. The force behind the Human evolutionary progress was and had always been his eternal flight from darkness, for he feared it beyond words.
In their primitive beginnings men had banded together in caves to protect themselves from the monsters that dwelled in the dark. He had mastered fire to throw back the physical manifestation of darkness. As they evolved Humans came to know that darkness had many forms, many faces, and many names. All strove to consume the young race and bend it to their will, and so man fled the dark.
Indeed what became Human history was little else than a series of efforts to crawl under the dark shrouds of ignorance, poverty, war, slavery and intolerance. And so he had created the sciences, language, industry, and community. He developed and feed his desire to seek and explore so that he might someday find the ultimate victory and throw off the shroud forever.
Men had pushed past their world and into the stars to push back the dark shroud of isolation. Humans had battled and in most cases conquered the darkness of space itself as they moved from star to star. Among those stars he had deposited his unique definition of communities and had formed a great interstellar alliance based on that definition, which itself was a beacon of light in the darkness.
In those stars he had also found great evils which threatened to enshroud his galactic community in a smothering night. Dark mirrors that reflected what he himself could so easily become. Names like Andareus, Zarak, Willow, Baltar, the Borelians, and the Cylons had risen to destroy all that had been built and create in all men a dark image of their own hearts. Men found and fought not only these new evils, but the most dangerous threat of all. The darkest shroud. That portion of his own nature that desired him to be as they were.

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Thirty-Five years after the fall of the colonies

5th day of KYAAMUYA
The Month of Respect
Year 40 AE Anderian Calendar
Center Village Northern Continent New Port; Istok
Somewhere beyond the Red Line

It was late in the year and the wind blew cold. It seemed to cut deeper into the old man every year. His joints stiffened and slowed as his grey hair slowly drifted to the white of a new winter’s snow. His face held the scars and deepening wrinkles of much hard won wisdom. He had become a Lore Giver of the People many springs ago, but it had not been his only title. He had been called a Shaman, Defender of the People, Doctor, Healer, Warrior, Commander, and Admiral in his life. Now he was Teacher.
The young ones had filed into the longhouse and had nearly settled into their places around him on the floor. The chill let in by the opening of the door had nearly faded away overcome by the fire in the building’s central hearth, next to which he huddled. He was grateful that while the Old Ones had built their homes from bark and poles his home was made of heavy treated logs, stone, concealed insulation and a plasti-steel frame in addition to the more traditional natural materials which covered and hid the acquiescence to modern technology, which the current owner had used to improve the structure and hold back the elements. At his age the old personage had decided that he needed all the help he could get to stop the icy fingers of winter from grasping his bones. Still, in this place such things were not to be reveled in as those who came from other stars might.
His people where about tradition and respect, and they kept alive the ways of the Old Ones which reached back thousands of cycles and hundreds of light years. They revered this new land, and the spirits of the animals which populated it. They communicated with them, learned from them as they were representatives and messengers of the Spirits. The People strove to hear what they had been sent teach them. Even today the People could learn from the rest of the world, or worlds around them and adapt to them and still not lose that which at their core made them who they were. Even so, over the years the material that made the People’s homes had not been all that had changed, and the stubborn old man had simply refused to honor that sliver of tradition.
Istok, which was the proper name for a world commonly known as Erasmos' World, was an under developed world, but it was under developed by choice. That is not to say that the People were ignorant of the universe around them, or how they came to live on such a world so far distant from where they originated.
Four years before what the event that became known as ‘The Fall’ or ‘The Scattering’, the Scoutstar Helena had arrived in looking for minerals and other resources to support their people living among the stars. The mission had not gone as planned and the planet was found to be inhabited by beings of intelligence and self awareness. Evidence soon identified the inhabitants as a mixture of various gene pools to include human. Why the Preservers had allowed these beings to be deposited here was impossible to say, but a great obelisk had been built, carved in a strange pictorial language to tell the tale. The Helena found the planet of the Lacerta, and on it a seemingly familiar, long departed enemy. What the Helena discovered was the Lacerta were the creation of this olden evil, an experiment of the most twisted nature born in the depravity of patricide and envy.
The tales of his people, the Mónos, had told stories of when they had walked among the stars. They had traveled far in great canoes known as arks through the heavens. Their journey had begun as a part of the Agapetos who fled the Birth World. The Mónos had parted from the Agapetos and wandered among the stars without hope, without a home, and alone looking for their brethren and the mythic world that had been revealed to the Beloved People by the Outcast God of the Birth World. For Yarhens they had searched, becoming weak and sickly, dying in their hundreds. When hope had been lost and their faith in the Outcast One had dimmed there appeared to them a herald of the Preservers of their Birth World who bid them not to despair. She had been sent by the former Gods of the Mónos who had witnessed their plight and had taken pity upon them. She would lead them to a world that they would call their own and upon which they would prosper. The Herald bid them to renounce the Outcast One who had lead the Agapetos astray through deceit and a desired to be worship above all others. War on the Birth World had been the result and the Preserver who had given fire to the Eden of Humanity was cast out, as where her followers, far from beloved, the Agapetos where the Children of Apate, or the Mistress of Deceit. The Herald told the People of the Spirit Watchers, whom the Preservers themselves served, would protect them if they would turn their hearts towards the Spirit Watchers and heeded the will of the Spirit Watchers. The Herald lead them to the promised word and left them with a warning that the Outcast God would be forever their foe for abandoning her. The Herald admonished the Mónos to hide in the forest of their new world and abandon the stars, hiding from the wrath of the Apate. Slowly, over the generations the Mónos came to live in harmony with their new world and shunned that which had carried them through the stars and gave them means and desire to bend their milieu to their will.
As the Skymen of the Helena intervened to save the Lacerta, and sought out their human progenitors, it was obvious that the People had been exposed to the life beyond their own world. The initial meeting of the Skymen and the People was not a period of peaceful reunion, and much blood was spilled as the People tried to drive them from their world and avoid the ever searching gaze of the Apate. As the Skymen built settlements, the bloodletting seemed never-ending. In an attempt to determine the extent of the cultural contamination and the foundation of the People’s fear of the Skymen, something that Skymen’s Men of Great Wisdom worried deeply over, a hidden ‘Cultural Observation’ station was secreted on the planet’s surface among the People. In the months to come, the Skymen would learn of the legends of the Mónos as well as the nature of their new foes, and there would be many. The Skymen saw that the conflict between the Mónos and themselves could not continue.
In a controversial move the Skymen exercised influence on the local political structure, risking further cultural contamination taking and teaching the lessons of their history and technological magic to the Shaman and Tribal Priestess’ the deemed to be of good heart, and refusing to teach others. This created jealousy and division among the People. There arose among those denied a leader known as Salish. Salish led the villagers as they stoned the Priestess Miramanee for her association with Skymen. Deeming Salish to be of a ‘bad heart’ for his crime the Kingdom refused to acknowledge him as the shaman. The Kingdom declared the People under their protection and rule, and hunted down Salish as a criminal against their Kingdom and its Queen. So it was that the Skymen now chose to whom they would reveal their presence and teach the secrets of their science to, and thereby who would lead the People. Eventually they even inserted some of their observers into the Mónos principal village.
The guidelines of their caution and with even with a little contact it was inevitable that the knowledge of the ‘Skymen’ would eventually become known throughout the People. As the months passed the people became more mature to the universe around them and the existence of the Skymen became less of a secret, and the fear of the Acate diminished in the face of the clear and present enemy. While the Mónos declined any great steps in advancing the technology used in their society, they did come to understand it and it ceased to be ‘magic.’ Thus a society which hunted with primitive weapons also maintained and operated a powerful star fleet to defend themselves against their enemies. Remarkably they had done so without losing their strong religious ties to the land or diminishing the reverence they maintained for the Preservers whom they believed served the Spirit Watchers.
When they had made these cultural decisions on their own the contacts between the People and the Skymen became more open. Missions for cultural observation were no longer done in secret but with the permission of the Tribal Elders, some of the anthropologist even found themselves being adopted into the people and staying with them. In rare cases some Mónos even left the planet for a time to serve with the Kingdom and walk the stars and defend the People.
There were other Lore Masters among the People who taught the Young Ones of the things they knew. The History of the People, the skills of hunting and building and the mysteries of the Spirit World where some of what the children were exposed to through the oral traditions of the Tribe. This was how the Children learned what it was to be of the People and keep the old ways alive. But tonight the Old Man would tell these Young Ones of the worlds beyond their own sky for it was what he knew better than other Lore Masters. And so it was that James Kettlehutt, late of the Imperial Fleet would weave a tale about the “Grey Ships” and the “Skymen.”
Indeed these Young Ones were not just any group of children. They had been chosen by Elders throughout all of the Istok to serve the greater good. So they had come to the Central Village of the Mónos where the Great Long House of the People stood. From all the villages they had come to leave their world and seek a place among the stars. They would leave in the Morning to join the Great Kingdom and its’ Fleet of the Stars. As was part of the tradition of the Mónos an Elder would send them off with wisdom in their ears so as to know what the People expected of them while they represented their families to the rest of the Spirit Watcher’s Children scattered among the lights of the night. For many seasons now, as it would be tonight, the trust of the People would be placed in him and so he had been selected to speak to the Chosen.

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Paul

Let this be the hour when we draw swords together.
Fell deeds awake.
Now for wrath,
now for ruin,
and the red dawn.
Forth, Eorlingas!


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Kettlehutt cleared his throat and began to speak;

“In ages past there had been an old woman, from one of the southern villages, named Eyes of Fire who could see into the Spirit World and the Watchers would let her glimpse the future. She had prophesied: “…that one day, because of the greed and evil that still dwelt in the hearts of the Children of the Preservers, there would come a time, when the fish would die in the streams, the birds would fall from the air, the waters would be blackened, and the trees would no longer be, the People as we would know it, would all but cease to exist. The story went on to tell how the sky would burn and fall to the ground, the elements would that walk up right would appear to lay waste and kill and strive for dominion over the land and the stars.
Eyes of Fire foretold of the day when the “Defenders of the People” would die in their hundreds to hold back the heartbreak. Defeated and without hope they would gather to seek the wisdom of the Spirit Watchers and ask their help. The People would then see the evil of greed, arrogance and power in all their unrestrained horror. But the Watchers loved their Children and would raise up such Warriors of strong heart and virtue among the Skymen whom the Spirit Watchers had created to protect the People, and that the Watchers would grant them the powers of the Spirit Guides. These mystical defenders would be known as “Warriors of Reverence” and would do battle with the Lizard Demons and their Metallum Men.
She told of how fire would dance cross the stars and the land would be ripped open and the seas would boil, but in the end after the People had repented and learned the suffering would end and that the Metallum Men would depart.
There would next come a time when the "keepers of the legend, stories, culture rituals, and myths, and all the Ancient Tribal Customs" would be needed to restore us to health. All the tribes of man would again gather to renew the bonds of friendship and respect and they would seek to secure and promote peace, cooperation and benevolence The Keepers of the Legends would go among the Tribes of the Skymen and would " would spread these messages and teach all peoples of the Birth World and her sisters. They would teach them how to live the "Way of the Great Spirits," some of these with greater wisdom than others would be the very same Warriors of Reverence who had driven the demons back, and now would be mankind’s key to survival, they were the "Warriors of the Rainbow". There would then come a new day of awakening when all the peoples of all the tribes would form a New Age of Justice, Peace, Freedom and they would do so in recognition and honor of the Great Spirit. These Warriors would give the People a voice among the Stars and help their Brothers to build principles or rules to follow to make their path right with the Gathered Tribes. These principles would be like those of the Ancient Tribes of Earth. The Warriors of the Rainbow would teach the People and the Skymen of the ancient practices of Unity, Love and Understanding. They would teach of Harmony among people in all four corners of the Galaxy.
Eyes of Fire would tell of how the world of her day had turned away from the Great Spirits and that is why our world would become sick. The "Warriors of the Rainbow" would show the peoples that these "Ancient Beings", is full of love and understanding, and teach them how to make Istok and the Stars beautiful again. She would go from village to village warning the People of the terrible vision she had seen and how the like the Ancient Tribes, the People must relearn how to pray to the Spirit Watchers with love that flows like the beautiful mountain stream, and flows along the path to the ocean of life. Once again, they would be able to feel joy in solitude and in councils. They must be free of petty jealousies and love all mankind as their brothers, regardless of color, race or religion. They would then feel happiness enter their hearts, and become as one with the entire human race. Their hearts would be pure and radiate warmth, understanding and respect for all mankind, Nature, and the Great Spirit and their children would once again be able to run free and enjoy the treasures of Nature and Mother Earth.
In this way would the Warriors prepare the People to be free from the fears of toxins and destruction, wrought by the darkness that would always remain in the hearts of man and the practice of greed and its resulting evils. There would be terrifying mountains of ignorance to conquer and they would find prejudice and hatred. They would be dedicated, unwavering in their strength, and strong of heart. They will find willing hearts and minds that will follow them on this road of returning "Mother Istok" to beauty and plenty -- once more”.
Kettlehutt shifted sitting on a low stool above his pupils. Being far too old the sit upon the ground for long and rise easily. “But the snows past in their slow and steady way and no Lizard Demons fell from the sky, no fires scorched the land. Slowly the People began to regard Eyes of Fire with disbelief. She was scorned and ignored as they turned their back on her and her words. She continued to believe in what the Spirit Watchers had shown her and continued to ask them for guidance and a greater more clear vision. She asked the Spirits to unstop the ears of the People that they might prepare themselves for the long night to come. Eventually she left the People and went into the mountains to seek the Watchers out and see their words more clearly. The Spirit Watchers met her in the mountains and told her that she needed no further vision and that she had done as they had asked ending her task among the People. The Spirit Watchers took Eyes of Fire to live among them and she was seen no more.
Despite their lack of faith and failure to hear, the Lizard Demons did come to be among the People, and terrible was their approach. Great Beetles of Fire swept across the sky and burned the land. The Demons walked upon the earth and hunted the Skymen as well as the People. But the Demons did not stay. They left to spread their evil to other worlds and found many peoples of weak character willing to sacrifice virtue and freedom agreeing to serve them and live as slaves to save themselves, many of the People died, others were spirited away beyond the stars. The Lizard Demons in their evil sought be Gods themselves and create life. Mutating those of the Mónos that they had stolen away from their lodges they defiled them with the blood of the Demon creating the Lacerta…and thus came the Skymen as the Spirit Watchers had shown their prophetess. Lighting arced back and forth between the Demons and the Skymen burning all it touched. Many of the People’s young men who had survived the coming of the Fire Beatles now burned with anger and sought out the remaining Skymen to join them in their fight to destroy the Demons. As foretold great warriors rose among the Skymen as well empowered with great skill and the powers of the Spirit Guides. Great Warriors…,” Kettlehutt seemed to stutter in his story as he appeared lost in distant memories, his voice becoming distant and low, “were born among the Skymen…Collins… Adama… Andareas the Younger… Zarkot… Greene… DeSoto… Destain… Wagner… Solok… Wong… Shelby… Nagala… Peters, and lead those of the People in battle against the Demons and many of the People’s Son’s did not return.”


He had known many of them.

Recovering himself he continued, “Men fight for many reasons… land, power, wealth or honor. No struggle however is greater or more bitterly contested than when evil gathers to destroy that which is good. For many generations the Lizard Demons and men of metal had enslaved and destroyed, never knowing defeat. Great were the battles fought among the stars and on distant worlds, some like our own, and others strange and frightening. But the Warriors of Reverence would not be denied. They bent but did not break; they were driven away but always returned. In the end the Lizard Demons and their slaves were defeated disappearing into a great eye in the heavens.
The words of Eyes of Fire came back to the People who now realized she had indeed seen clearly. It was then that they remembered that she had tasked the People with a sacred calling, to spread peace and harmony between the Skymen and the worlds given them by the Great Spirit. And so began the “Joining.” The People sought their place among the Skymen’s Kingdom and calmed the fires of war and the pain of loss that remained in their hearts…”
“Teacher?” The voice, coming from his right, had a defiant quality too it. Not waiting to be acknowledged the boy continued on, “How can you say it was our belief in the Spirit Watchers and spiritual purity drove back the Children of Man?” He was Dichali, which means ‘Speaks a lot,’ which thought Kettlehutt, had turned out to be sadly prophetic, worse he was a contrary. He had been born upside down and among the Mónos a breech birth was always the sign of a difficult and argumentative problem child. The boy was well known to the Teacher as he was from Kettlehutt’s own village, and so he had passed many a night with Dichali among the Young Ones instructed by the old man. Dichali seemed to go to great lengths to reinforce the belief in the superstition about his inverted birth, obviously tonight would be no different. At a disturbingly young age Dichali had determined for himself that he would follow the path of the warrior, he seemed more Borelian than Lacerta in many of the ways he thought. Here now he rose again to demonstrate that he believed in the strength of arms and the glory of war. Kettlehutt knew what the boy was trying to draw out of him some validation for the violence which was required to win the Seylon War, and the later Cylon Conflict thereby glorifying the resulting carnage.
Choosing his words carefully Kettlehutt sought to return the upstart youth to his proper place without closing his mind to the wisdom of someone who had actually seen battle as opposed to someone who merely dreamed of it. “Our purity of spirit and faith in the Preservers was what gave us the will to carry on. It gave us the things we deemed noble and right; that which we were determined to defend and not allow the Erebus Empire to take from us. The Lizard Demons however are not so easily swayed by beliefs held dear by those other than themselves. The Skymen and their brothers lost four-thousand of their Grey Ships. Each one took over one hundred of their number into death, many carried many thousands. Many of the Skymen died on worlds other than our own against the Seylons as they appeared from the stars to conquer. Many of their women and children, those they swore to protect died in their villages and great cities. Over a billion died in the Andareus Revolt, fifty billion during The Scattering; hundreds of thousands on their own world and so many more. The injured still are beyond counting, The Kingdom did not even try to count the number that went without homes and food of their own during the war. Many of the Skymen earned the glory you so eager seek Dichali; none of them reveled in it or in facing the reality of war.”
A small voice interjected, “Grandfather, how many is a million?” It had been his youngest Granddaughter who while little more than six snows old often snuck in to listen to her Grandfather’s lessons. She had done so again this evening without the elder Kettlehutt having noticed before she stepped into the firelight and broached her question. A subdued giggle went up among the children and he smiled down at the serious faced little girl. Giving her an answer that he hoped she might understand, “More than the leaves on one of the ancient trees.” She nodded gravely as if contemplating the very meaning of the existence of the universe, “so many,” she muttered. Kettlehutt patted her on the head and smiled sadly. He was intensely proud of her knowing her to be more aware and wise than many three times her age, Kettlehutt new she would someday be a Great Priestess of the People as was her birthright, and that she would lead them well.
The old man no returned his attention to the source of his current irritation. The boy seemed to dismiss the admonishment of his elder, which prompted a more stern statement from the old man. “Hear me boy, you will one day be a Warrior of the People, skilled and mighty to be sure. Strength without wisdom is no more than the foolishness of youth! You would seek to defend the People is that not so?” The boy slowly nodded. “A warrior’s purpose above all is to defend the People, even greater than seeking personal greatness, is that too not so?” Now Diahali would not meet Kettlehutt’s gaze which seemed filled with a fire the old body no longer appeared able to generate. “Is that not so?”
The pause before he responded told Kettlehutt that he had indeed caused the boy some momentary pause as he considered what was being passed to him in the form of wisdom. The word when it came was dimly spoken and unusually muted for the young man, “Yes.”
“Then do not dismiss my words. War is not the contest of skill between two noble opponents for the glory of victory as you seem to imagine that it is. Its’ purpose is to kill so many of the people of one’s opponent that they cry out in surrender, and whatever means you use to kill them has little to do with honor or any rules that might govern the contest you envision. I was of the Skymen. I am a Defender of the People. I have seen war made upon other worlds. I have seen enemies of the People and the Skymen, to include the Seylons. I have made war upon others. In all cases what remained after the glory and honor so long written of is metered out is burns and scares upon the land, the cries of the injured, sick and hungry and the wailing of the orphans and widows. When that is the price of glory then the Warrior has failed in his sacred task. The People are not protected, they suffer and die leaving the Warrior an only empty lodge and his glory, and as he buries those whom he was meant to save the glory earned will not hold back the guilt of his failure or the grief in his heart and he learns that glory is a cold and hollow bedfellow. The greatest victory that a Warrior can win is the one which he creates with no fighting. Only in that way can he guarantee that those he is sworn to shall remain safe.”
Ever the argumentative one Dichali was not willing to let this end the discussion. “So you say that to fight is wrong…that this is not how we protect the People.”
Kettlehutt considered that this independent, headstrong child might someday make a great Battlestar Commander, if one of his teachers didn’t kill him first. Kettlehutt thought this as he struck him with his open hand in the back of the head. “Do you carry the sand from the beach in your ears! I said no such thing! What I said was that to seek the glory of the fight, which you in the foolishness of youth do; is an empty pursuit. To court a battle when some other way exists just to give power to your name is wrong. It is a crime against the People, all people. As Skymen you will be protectors of many more people than we here, to them you owe duty as well. The Skymen train their warriors, as do we,” turning to the boy, “to think, before they teach them to fight. Something you would know had you spent more time listening to those trying to teach you rather than chewing upon the books they gave you!” It was quiet for a time before Kettlehutt continued, “War cannot, and should not be avoided when there is no other way. The warrior who thinks will know when this is, and when it is not. This warrior will also know what war really is and what it is not. No sadder tale exists than that of a war that need not have been, fought over something that was not fully explained, because no one stopped to understand because they all raced to draw their knives and tomahawks and guns. There are many ways to protect the People, which is why you will be taught to learn of others and respect them as you would ourselves. Understand, learn and be willing to offer the hand without the weapon, that is peace and that is what you promised to provide when you promised to protect. The weapon still remains in your other hand, can you not still use it if all else has been tried and you’re your opponent will not reason.”
Finally something seemed to have taken hold in Dichali, for he sat quietly contemplating the Elders words. Now another voice spoke from across the fire, “Teacher, who was it that started the Great War in the heavens, the one that you fought in.” It was Cocheta whose name meant ‘that which you cannot yet imagine.’ Her parents had named her well for she was the most inquisitive and desperate to learn and understand all that was around her.
There was no easy way to answer the child’s question except to say, “We did.”
“How is it then,” asked the girl, “that if the Kingdom, and the Colonies and their Warriors believe what you have told us that they could visit the Great Demon War,” as the Mónos called the War against the artificial Children of Man, “upon at least three star nations and all they had sworn to protect? Where we wrong?”
How does one answer that without encouraging those who saw battle as a path for glory? Cocheta and Dichali did not understand politics, they did not understand war. Kettlehutt sat quietly for a moment as he considered that neither was wholly right and yet neither were they wrong.
“When the beaver creates a dam to hold back the river he destroys the trees of the forest to do so. Trees that other creatures of the forest need to live. Much is flooded and destroyed. Is the beaver wrong? Once he has created his new environment he battles constantly at its borders for the water of the river constantly pushes in to destroy it. Is the water then evil?” Looking at his assembled audience he could see the confusion in their eyes. “It is in the beaver’s nature to dam the river and the water’s to reclaim its’ path; they know no other way, and in the new pond and wetlands grows new and diverse life.” The old man could see that his meaning was not clear to the children.
Trying another way he began again, “In the legends of the Mother World there was a time when great men gathered together under a man known as Arthur. These warriors gathered together under their wise Chief and drove back the horned warriors from the north and freed the land. To mark their victory the Chief built a great lodge and named it Camelot. The great Shaman Merlin came to teach the warriors wisdom and in a grand council circle long did they ponder what was noble and true in how a warrior should behave.” Looking at his former pupil Diahali, he commented, “These writings and values you would do well to seek out and learn when the writings of the Academy are made available to you.”
Returning to his story, “Great prosperity covered the land and the people were happy in their own hearts. But such things are never meant to last, for men are flawed creatures who are cursed to both remember and forget the past. They too soon forget how it was the great lodge was created and the struggle needed to create it and they grew unwary and blind to those who would do them harm. Men remember the wrongs done them and seek to avenge them. They remember past dreams of power and seek to reclaim them. They remember old hates and fears and seek to strike them down and it is to these ends weak and evil men, easily corrupted do turn their energies. So it was that within Camelot did rise up the Sister of the Chief Arthur who deceived him into joining with her to create a son. This boy grew to be a man, Mordred, whose purpose was to take from Arthur the world of Camelot and make it his own. Mordred cared not for the land or the people. He cared not about right and wrong or honor and peace. To give to Mordred, who was evil in his heart, what he demanded would doom the land. To war upon him would scorch and damage the realm and all who lived there. What could the Great Chief do?”
When no one answered Kettlehutt did so for them, “Arthur committed to war to preserve what was because in his mind he believed that it was worth preserving, much as the Preservers felt when they brought the People to this world so long ago. Camelot was destroyed in the war and the Great Arthur died as did Mordred and all the other warriors of the circle. All was not lost though, with the death of Mordred Arthur gave two final gifts to his people, freedom from tyranny and the rule of law.”
“But teacher,” spoke Cocheta, “I know the histories of the Mother World. Tyranny did not end there. The songs of our own People show us this.”
“Indeed. When men created their ‘non-living’ children they did create their own Mordred. When they blinded themselves due to prejudice and stood in awe of their own superiority over their creation they failed to see that their children had grown up and desired what they themselves desired.” Sighing heavily, he continued “The young one is correct, The threat of tyranny did not end with the Children of Man. Nor did hate, intolerance, fear, or bigotry. By introducing freedom to the land in his absence Arthur placed the burden for combating these things upon the people themselves. It was up to them now to show that these things in the world would not change the spirit of mankind; so that a single man could say to the world, with all its woes, would know that it would not change him. After many, many eons we have that freedom but we have to keep it. For it is easy to take liberty for granted, when you have never had it taken from you. For in its truest sense, freedom cannot be bestowed; it must be achieved and protected. ‘They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.’ Nor do those who would enslave another simply for their own ease of life. I myself would choose liberty with danger to peace with slavery. True freedom and responsibility is not the last, best hope of The People, it is in truth the only thing. Remember also that anyone who would make his own liberty secure, must guard even his enemy from oppression; for if he violates this duty he establishes a precedent that will one day reach himself. Freedom has its life in the hearts, the actions, and the spirit of men and so it must be daily earned and refreshed – or else it is like a flower which cut from its roots, it will die. Everywhere the human soul stands between a world of light and another of darkness on the edge of two everlasting hostile empires, - Necessity and Free Will, and every man must chose which path to take for that is self-determination. To choose not to choose, or worse not be allowed to choose, is to be alive outside but without soul within. Liberty is nothing else but a chance to be better and live as we wish. However, for those who desire and demand freedom for themselves, they must be willing grant and garuntee it for others. In failing to do so was the failing of men, and it is a mistake that has happened before, and sadly will no doubt happen again.”
Turning towards Cocheta, “Yes, the Kingdom does pride itself as being a civilized, peaceful nation who uses diplomacy over armed conquest. When we do, we congratulate ourselves on our ability to resolve a crisis. However the reality is not so simple, nor is it so clear when declaring which method is right or wrong. War and Diplomacy are in truth the same thing; methods of resolving conflict and crisis that divide two groups of beings, both have their advantages and weaknesses. Diplomacy takes time and is often couched in deceit. One of the greatest of the Birth World’s Ambassadors the great Aeschines once said that “I must acknowledge, once and for all, that the purpose of diplomacy is to prolong a crisis.” All diplomacy is simply a way to wage war by other means. Diplomacy is a disguised war, in which states seek to gain by barter and intrigue, by the cleverness of arts, the objectives that which they would otherwise have to try and achieve more ineptly in war.”
“War has its own flaws and it comes when at least one of the tribes in conflict wants something more than they want peace. The thing wanted by those who start a war can be both noble and good; or selfish and evil. Cowardice asks; is it safe, Expediency asks if it is politic?, But conscience asks; is it right? When we as the Kingdom of Andareian war we must ask, is it right, and that is the burden we entrust to those we chose to lead us. We must know that when we war not just what we will kill, but what we will allow to live by drawing the weapons of war. We war to defend our freedoms and the principals that are our laws.
Understand me when I say that war is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. A cruel thing is war, it separates and destroys families and friends and mars the purest joys, and happiness the Great Spirits have granted us in this world. It fills our hearts with hatred instead of love for our neighbors, and it devastates the fair face of this beautiful world. However it is not without its purpose.
At the same time, when the decay degrades the state of a man’s morals and the responsibility he has for his people causing a people to think that nothing is worth war is much worse. The man who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.
War does not determine who is right, that is determined by what they fight for… war only decides who is left. It leaves a people with three armies where there was only one - an army of cripples, an army of mourners, and an army of thieves. To kill a man does not defend a doctrine, but it kills a man, and after we must live with it for in war, there are no unwounded soldiers. Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a transgression.”
It was no great surprise to Kettlehutt that Dichali spoke up first, but for once it seemed that he truly did wish to know something rather than have someone reaffirm his existing view of the world. “But Teacher we do honor warriors. This Arthur you speak of, and the others you mentioned…If war is such a great evil…then why?”
“In spite of yourself you restore the hope that I have for you…Yes, war is an evil; sadly a necessary one, but an evil none the less…While we do not celebrate the war, only fools and those who know nothing of the beast would, we must remember and honor those who fight the wars, and defend the People…not only our own but those to whom we have been joined in the Kingdom...If for no other reason than for that which they have freely given up to preserve our law, and our freedom to make those laws.” The old man’s thoughts drifted away for a moment as the room sat silently waiting for him to return his attention to the group. “Those who fight and die to defend those who cannot defend themselves have given all of their coming suns. Those who fight and survive suffer a greater anguish than death. The wind when it blows goes where it will. The rain when it falls, it falls where it wishes. All the world is in motion going to places that we cannot always follow, but those who have seen war and partake in the rage and violence are forever standing still…locked in those moments of fire. They must endure the things they have seen, and the shame of what they have done, and the guilt of what they had to become to survive. It is this knowledge that slowly cuts into their soul, like a poisoned dagger which is long and cold and sharp. It is there every time they close their eyes. For suffering this we owe them honors, because, since we cannot take away their pain it is all we can give them.”
The room was silent as the students contemplated the words that the old man had spoken. They lay over the lodge like a heavy blanket when Cocheta spoke, “Teacher, you have mentioned the values of freedom and laws which we have been taught by you and the Elders and our Parents since we were small. You speak of the skill of a warrior and tell us that the Fleet will give us that. You have taught us to use what has been given us as talents to learn and grow in what the Creator guides us to do, and you talk of our responsibility to the People, which we have already accepted.” Looking directly into Kettlehutt’s eyes she continued; “Now we speak of the cost of that service. That is what you called us together to teach us tonight is it not? You knew how Dichali would respond to the story of Eyes of Fire and you used that not only to teach him but to guide the rest of us to this point as surely as if you had lead us with a rope and in so doing there is something specific you wish us to learn that you have not yet said. While you use war as an example, for it must surely demand the greatest price, you wish us to know of the price that we all may forfeit by choosing a life of service to the People and the Federation…do you not?”
Returning her fiery gaze with one of equal iron, Kettlehutt responded; “One day you will surely command one of the great Grey Ships, and lead the warriors, ambassadors and scholars of the Kingdom through the stars. For you have the gift to see through to the truth which lies at the heart of things. This is rare indeed.” Turning to the rest of the group, “It is my intention that you know not only what is expected by the People, but what will be demanded of you by accepting the mantle of service which you seek. Serving the Kingdom and the People is a sacred duty, one that is great with its own rewards and honors, but it can be a hard life and it demands a price. That price demanded can be high and for you to show true courage in accepting that you cannot be allowed to make this final decision which will take you so far from home with the coming sun without knowing all there is to know.
I will tell you now of a man. He did not set out to be a great warrior, but he fought many battles with fierceness and skill. He did not set out to be a great leader but showed the skill of leadership and was elevated to show the way. He did not wish to be responsible for the lives and deaths of others, but the universe forced both upon him many times over. He desired only to be a peacemaker, and in that he failed many times but he never ceased to try. He was Nathan Greene (working title) of the Adonis, and I will tell you now this Battlestar Commander…”

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Andareus Coup
As detailed by United Systems Navy

Details:
Duration: 1993-1996
Cost: 1.3 billion dead, 2650 warships lost (51 Battlestars), 50.2 trillion cubits.
For years the colonial fleet had been the priority of the colonial budget. President Grael and her successors President Stryker and President Adar strove to change it, redirecting funds to social service programs like the rebuilding of Sagittaron and various welfare organizations. Chief of staff Andareus did not approve. It’s believed that he'd been plotting something since he'd first risen to power two decades ago, but the erosion of his budget to half its pre-Grael strength gave him the excuse and desperation to launch his coup. He had with him almost half the colonial fleet, including forty-eight Battlestars and most of the senior officers. They launched a massive assault on day one that destroyed twenty loyalist Battlestars, the Virgon shipyards, the fleet headquarters at Caprica, and captured most of the Helios Beta and Gamma systems and Gemenon. The loyalists were left with a little over fifty Battlestars, the besieged shipyards at Leonis, and a junior staff of admirals including the likes of Nagala, Commander Caine, and Commanders such as Adama, and Commander Huxton. Despite this, over the course of two and a half years they re-conquered the colonies, winning the war at massive cost.


Notable Actions:
Day Zero:

Massive Andarean attack on every major system.

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The scope of the Andareus Coup:
The planets/Planetoids overlaid in red show those worlds that were either under Andareian control or openly supporting the coup at its high water mark.




Siege of Leonis:

As the only remaining loyalist bastion in the Helios Beta system and the loyalist's last major shipyard, Leonis was a key target for the rebels. For over a year it was defended by Commanders Huxton and Adama and Leonan Guard Commander Pask, constantly outnumbered by over three to one. Hundreds of ships burned in orbit and the surface of Leonis was devastated, but the shipyards held until relief following the battle of Virgon.

Assault on Gemenon:

After eight months of barely surviving on the defensive, newly appointed supreme commander Nagala and the restructured colonial fleet launched an offensive to retake the Andarean stronghold of Gemenon and secure the Helios Alpha System. The battle lasted three weeks and was the first major loyalist victory of the war. In the aftermath, it was discovered the Gemonese government and priesthood had been in on the conspiracy, and several thousand officials and clergy were tried for treason and executed.

Assault on Virgon:

The turning point of the war. The first attack a year in was a massive defeat and nearly destroyed the loyalists, but the second attack three months later successfully drove the Andareans from orbit and in four months of ground warfare recaptured the surface. Nagala's fast-moving blitzkrieg took the defenders by storm and resulted in high civilian casualties, but a rapid victory. The colonials went on the offensive for good after this.

The Libris disaster:

During the loyalist assault on Libris, a deranged Andareus ordered the heavy cruiser Macharial to nuke Libris' surface. Commander Huxton and the Vindication were the only ships in range, and were forced to shoot down the ship over an urban center. Ten million people died when the wreck impacted the surface, but 450 million were saved. This was the point when the Andareans truly became the villains.

The Skies of Caprica:

With time running out, Andareus launched a last ditch desperate assault on Caprica, hoping to decapitate the colonial government. The initial defenders folded, but Admiral Corman managed to jump a handful of battlestars into the system and hold them at the last line of planetary defenses until Nagala and Caine could jump the main fleet back in and save the colony. Andareus made a last ditch attack with his flagship that got through the defenses, where it was confronted by the Vindication, alone and half the size of the massive titan class Battlestar. A legend was born as the Vindication made it to within a few kilometers of the titan's hull and pounded it. The vindication was eventually disabled, but by that time the Pegasus was in range and finished the Battlestar off, killing Andareus and ending the war.

Aftermath:

The colonies were in debt and in ruins. Of a population of 50 billion, it was estimated that 1.3 billion were dead, 2 billion wounded, and another 20 billion were unemployed or displaced. Most of the major colonies had their infrastructure in ruins, and Gemenon and Aerilon had lost their entire governments. In addition, most of the outer rim regions had broken away and were playing host to scattered groups of Andareans, which continued to harass the Cyrannus system. President Adar channeled what money he had into the infrastructure and the fleet, putting people to work rebuilding the colonies and their navy. By the time the Cylons attacked, the colonies were halfway to being at least physically fully recovered, while the fleet was at 85% strength. Resentment lingered however between the loyalists and pardoned rebels, especially on the colonies that had outright declared for Andareus at the start of the war.

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Seven years before the fall of the colonies
Fourteen months into the Anderaus Coup


The Warstar Titan; in orbit over Virgon’’s moon;Hibernia


Sitting in his temporary quarters aboard the Flagship, Nathan Greene, formerly of the Colonial Fleet sat staring out the viewport into space. His view faced away from the planetary body serving as the focal point for the ellipse created by the massive ship’s route of travel. His tunic, draped across the back of his chair, showed the irregular fading of a garment whose patches so long worn had been recently removed. Lost in thought, the former Colonial Officer now contemplated the events of the previous two weeks. The time piece on the dresser inexorably advanced towards a moment of dread for the grim faced warrior. What he sought in the starry vista was absolution, a quantity of clarity, perhaps even a small measure of peace. Pirate, criminal, traitor…he had been labeled as all of these. In truth it was becoming more difficult for him to see himself as anything else over the recent months, despite his own protestations that he was a loyal soldier of the Colonies and Son of Leonis. Indeed the previous proceedings had been about nothing more than retaining honor and a thin veneer of civilization in the midst of a bloody rebellion.

A brief glance at the chronometer stated quietly that it was time. In silence he pulled the tunic off the chair as he rose. Pulling the faded uniform on, the dark spots of deep blue standing out where the Colonial insignia and patches had once been. He fastened the front leaving the outer flap undone at the collar exposing a triangle of black lining against the dark blue of the rest of the uniform. He found the look a more dashing means of wearing the once proud garment. This brief sacrifice of military discipline to individual vanity was just another towards just another example of what his Commanding Officer decried as a loss of pride and discipline in the Forces of Admiral Andareus as they fought to replace the Colonial Government with one that was more dedicated to the concerns of the Colonial Fleet. Greene proceeded through the hatch and down the companionway towards the quarters of Admiral Pollard.

Admiral Jack Pollard was a consummate professional who had been with the fleet since its inception and was the Flag Officer Greene served. He had done his Midshipman cruise with the Caprican Stellar Navy before the Cylon War, and had been present when it and its allies had reduced Greene’s home world to dust with an orbital bombardment that lasted two weeks. Greene couldn’t help but wonder if some subtle layer of guilt had been part the reason Pollard had selected him as his Chief of Staff. In any case, Greene had served the Admiral for four years now, and when he had announced his intention to support the Andareus Coup, Greene had followed him. The war had been started by Fleet Admiral Jonas Andareus, the former Chief of Staff for the Colonial Fleet and it had been supposed to maintain the honor and integrity of the Colonial Fleet as the shield of the Twelve Worlds.

The Colonies had been settled by disparate tribes of refugees from the world of Kobol nearly two thousand years before. The United Colonies, The Colonial Fleet, and even the mighty Battlestars had been formed out of the horror and shock of the Cylon Rebellion. These mechanical constructs of man had achieved self awareness moving from man’s unfeeling robotic servants to a race resentful of its perceived enslavement at the hands of an uncaring creator. In truth, the humans had barely suspected that the Cylons had achieved this level of development and failed to see or treat them as a life form out of stupidity and ethnocentrism rather than any oppressive intent. Still, war had come. A war the Colonies barely survived. While the war initially went well for individual Colonies, what was originally seen as a small matter that would be fought mostly on the ground became something else entirely. As was recorded in the annals of the Colonial Headquarters;
“The infamous Basestar was originally a large carrier for Raiders and Cylon ground assault troops, although the term "Barge" might be more appropriate as the Basestars were poorly armored and relied on their long range missile firepower and massive numbers of Raiders to deal with enemy threats and if something got through, it was sufficiently large to absorb even major hits. At worst a few hundred Cylons could be destroyed, they were after all ... disposable. Though Battlestars were originally designed to be superior to Basestars, the Colonial Fleet was in for a rude awakening. Nearly all rebelling Basestars were destroyed in the initial fights, leading Fleet Command to believe the war would be over in a matter of weeks or months. But when the Colonial Fleet went beyond the Red Line to search for the surviving Basestars they met something unexpected. For years the Cylons has secretly been building installations on distant planets and moons, building new, more powerful Basestars that were much more advanced than the original designs. Outwardly identical to the first generation they were better armored and compartmentalized to reduce internal damage. They had been redesigned to carry more Raiders and most importantly the slow, lumbering Basestars with limited jumping capability were now fast and deadly raiders that could attack any Colony World. Colonial forces were suddenly pushed on the defensive and stretched to the limit in trying to protect the Twelve Colonies and many more outposts and orbital cities. In order to strengthen their defenses the Colonial Fleet had most outposts evacuated and millions of people were on the move to safer worlds within the umbrella of the Fleet's jumping range. A few refused to leave and remained behind, but their outposts were soon overwhelmed by the Cylons. The First Battle for Caprica proved to be a turning point. The seemingly relentless Cylon onslaught ground to a halt. For the first time it became clear to the Colonials that the Cylons did not have limitless resources and Basestars. Their gamble to destroy the richest Colony had failed and they began to regroup and rebuild, giving the Colonial Fleet some breathing space. The war went on for nine long years and became a series of raids, trying to catch the other unaware. In the closing days of the Cylon War the Colonial Fleet had dramatically expanded and had more than enough Battlestars to conduct extended operations deep into Cylon territory, forcing them further back into space and leaving the Colonies less vulnerable to attack. The Cylons did fight for every planet, moon, and asteroid, exacting a high cost. When after twelve years of warfare the Cylons suddenly offered an Armistice the Colonies gladly accepted.”


The Articles of Colonization had been hastily drafted and approved in order to create a united front with which to oppose the Cylons and left a hastily crafted and imperfect semi-united government in place, but the war for survival had been won. The true number of casualties on either side would never be known, but the estimates ranged at over three billion Colonials dead. A legacy of bitterness and fear had remained between the two sides and the Great Colonial Fleet of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol, which had been created to fight the war, remained and was an overwhelming priority of the Colonial Government and its budget. Service within that fleet had become a mark of honor and many of the officers of that fleet spent their entire adult lives on the deck of a Colonial Warship rather than the soil of the worlds that had sired them, as had their fathers before them.

A brotherhood of service had emerged from this longstanding commitment. A social class had been inadvertently created giving many of these men a notoriety and status they would not have been able to achieve had they remained on the ground. As an entity, the Fleet found itself in a position of power politically throughout the Twelve Worlds. Their support and influence had created and destroyed the careers of many of the civilian leaders whom the Fleet was technically subservient to. As once had been recorded, ‘Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely,’ and so it had corrupted the morality of the once noble Fleet.

Those in command had come to see themselves as the true rulers of the Colonies, not the ‘puppet theater’ of public elections that the Articles called for to empower a united government. While this political influence had been politely ignored in the immediate aftermath of the Cylon War, thirty years after the fact it had become an accepted fact of Colonial politics. There were some who advocated that the Fleet remove the weak Presidency and the divisive Legislature and take direct control of the Twelve Worlds. While this never happened, it did create a new rallying cry for those politicians who wanted more actual power in the hands of the civilians, and those who saw their own positions of power now threatened by the military. The status of those Officers who had served so long in the Fleet was now the subject of scorn and derision by this new breed of politician. Families who had sent generations of their sons and daughters into military service themselves and their lineage mocked in the Colonial Press as not being able to make it in the civilian world. Even the value of the Fleet’s accomplishments and its true service to the Colonies was debated as the public relations war between the Fleet and its government was waged before the public in the media. Worse than this, the memories of the Cylon War had begun to fade. Their ardent foe had not been seen since the signing of the armistice and the Cylons were becoming more akin to the wicked witches and goblins that populated children’s stories than a real and still existent threat.

Slowly at first, there arose a series of Leaders within the Government determined to reshape the Fleet and draw more real power to themselves. Starting with President Grael and continuing with her successor President Stryker, money had been pulled from the massive Fleet budget and redirected into social programs, Governmental handouts, and make works projects. Critics derided these programs as transparent efforts to buy votes and loyalty in the population. The Fleet began to see those candidates for office sympathetic to their needs defeated in elections in favor of candidates who offered Governmental giveaways and entitlements. When President Adar had been elected, and the budget now half of what it had been before Grael’s Presidency, he began a program of removing ships from service and ‘beaching’ numerous career officers and enlisted personnel. The Fleet was now being physically attacked in their funding, their ability to carry out their mission, their honor, and even their right to exist…and they were losing.

Into this cloud of uncertainty had risen Admiral Andareus who had become the Chief of Staff some fifteen years after the end of the Cylon War. A man with a deep ambition, who was more skilled in the cloak and dagger backroom world of politics and betrayal than he had been as a Battlestar Commander became the single most powerful voice in the military. Andareus was a man whose taste for personal power, wealth, and prestige never seemed to be fully satisfied. From the time of his selection, which was under questionable circumstances, it was his voice that spoke the loudest in support of direct rule by the Fleet. He also operated deep in the shadows to support those politicians that supported his agenda. Favors were traded for favors, money was misappropriated, and rumors abounded when certain candidates opposed to Andareus’ agenda abruptly withdrew from various elections or in one case died under unusual circumstances. The rebellion he now lead to remove the Colonial Government and replace with himself would seem to have been in the making since his promotion to Chief of Staff , and his plans to one day rule the Colonies had been underway long before that.

Sadly, the beleaguered cannot always chose their champion and when Andareus had raised the banner of rebellion in the name of saving the Fleet’s honor, manpower, and ability to defend the colonies many were willing to overlook his questionable pedigree preferring to save their way of life now and deal with any shortcomings of their leader later. Many of the Senior Admirals and Commanders had followed Andareus for this reason; others had owed him for their appointments. Admiral Pollard had reasoned that the devil known was preferable to an unfamiliar one, and there was little denying the fact that Adar was an ignorant ass who would cripple the Fleet and destroy both its culture and traditions. Rather than save the Fleet the attempted coup had torn it in half along with the Colonial population. Half the Fleet and a third of the Colonies were under Andareus’ command while the rest stood against him. Thousands had already died in the conflict, many more would surely follow. Hundreds of ships had been destroyed, including numerous battlestars. While Andareus fought for the power of the Fleet, and through it his own power, Pollard had become the guardian of the honor and integrity of the Rebel Forces. Greene served Pollard and was committed to maintaining the integrity of the rebelling faction as well; however, he never really supported the action taken by Andareus or the bloody war that had been the result of the failed coup. Whatever his feelings on the righteousness of their cause, Greene was certain that once the dice had been cast there could be no going back. His loyalty to his friend and mentor, as well as his refusal to fight against his own rebelling home world, had left him with little real choice in where he must invest his support…and so he had remained with Admiral Pollard becoming a traitor in the eyes of his own government and much of the population he was still sworn to protect. Even those whom he had already killed, injured, or had attacked and left destitute in what he saw as a mad, deluded crusade where to save the Colonies, he would be required to destroy the Colonies.

Of the forty plus battlestars that had declared for Andareus, Pollard commanded twenty having been placed in command of the Andareian’s Third Fleet. In the initial phase of the Civil War the Third Fleet had operated on the Andareian left flank in the Helios Beta System securing that sector for the Andareus Forces. With the exception of the shipyards at Loenis, the entire system was under Rebel Control, and the shipyard had been effectively blockaded and surrounded by mines from both sides. The stalemate over the shipyards had settled into a kind of trench warfare with neither side either gaining ground or showing any move towards capitulation. Greene had been instrumental in creating the battle plan that delivered a crippling defeat to the Loyalist Fleet at Virgon no more than five months ago. Despite this the war went on becoming more bloody and frustrating by the day. Denied the quick victory that was both expected and promised the different commands within the Rebel Fleet reacted differently, many based solely on the integrity and strength of character of their individual commanders. While Pollard had worked to maintain the honor and humanity of those under his command others had drifted into a mindset that would allow them to sanction any action that would bring victory. Greene feared that Andareus himself was slowly sinking into this mentality, possibly at the cost of his own sanity... One senior officer had already crossed that line.

Paul Wadkins, formerly of the Battlestar Rhiannon: BS-84, had lead the most recent raid on the Leonis Shipyards. The purpose was to keep the facilities’ dogged defenders on edge and expend more of their limited supply of ammunition. Leading BsS-84, a squadron of consisting of three Battlestar Groups he had attacked the shipyard with two battlestars and their escorts tying up the defending Battlestars Galactica, Pegasus, and Vindication. During the raid, however, Wadkins had introduced radiological dust into the shipyard’s interior using deep penetrating munitions delivered by his third Battlestar in violation of the standing rules of inter-Colonial Warfare. Up until that point nuclear weapons had only been used on enemy warships. The station had been inhabited by numerous civilians as well as Colonial Military personnel and while a large portion of the shipyards had been rendered unusable the casualties had been horrific. The number of dead from the actual raid had paled in comparison to the number that had died or sickened from radiation poisoning over the following days. This had become a public relations catastrophe for the Andareus Forces. The Colonial Government now proclaimed them as pirates and assassins. Worse still, the War had taken a new and brutal turn as both sides now felt free to target supporting population of the other with whatever weapons they chose. The Colonial Government had responded by executing the entire Virgon Government which had been captured when the Colonial Fleet did retake the system. The Gemenon Government had been found to have been supporting Andereus…they were tried, convicted, and no all dead due to Wadkin’s foolishness, and everyone else in the coup was now or soon would be also marked for death if captured. Pollard had been horrified. Several heated discussions had gripped Admiral Andareus’ War Council with Pollard calling for a formal court martial of Commander Wadkins.

The mood in the upper port landing pod of the great Colonial Warship was heavy, oppressive. It hung like a fog over the grim proceedings. Arrayed in a three sided box formation were the assembled representatives of the various ships of the Andareian Fleet orbiting the Virgon satellite. While the final required observers assembled, Greene thought make to a time when things were so much more clear and certain…

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Let this be the hour when we draw swords together.
Fell deeds awake.
Now for wrath,
now for ruin,
and the red dawn.
Forth, Eorlingas!


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Image The Twelve Colonies of Kobol: Source 2003 RDM BSG.

Image The Cylon Empire: Source 2003 RDM BSG. When first encountered the Cylons are in transition from the types active during the 1st Cylon War and those who would eventually orchestrate the fall of the Twelve Colonies.

Image Countess Miseria Iblis: Source BSG TOS/ The Constellation of Strife.
When first encountered Iblis is a secret advisor to Admiral Andareus and a member of the Colonial Quorum of Twelve.

Image The Andarians: Source The Constellation of Strife/The Long War (by United Systems Navy).

Image The Disaffected(working title): Source The Constellation of Strife.

Image The Hasari: Source BSG TOS/The Constellation of Strife.

Image [b]The Ovions[/b]: Source BSG TOS/The Constellation of Strife.

Image The Seraphim: Source BSG TOS/Constellation of Strife.

Image The Abandoned: Source The Constellation of Strife.

Image [b]The Annulled/The Apostate[/b]: Source The Constellation of Strife.

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Fell deeds awake.
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Thank you, I like the way you think. I can't wait to see ship's and when you start the story.


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