Return of the Cylons
It had been over a year since the last of humanity landed on a barely habitable planet and named it New Caprica. 379 days since President Baltar led his people in a hope for a new beginning, a place to start over, free from the terror of the cylons.
379 days since Adia gave up on the hope of reaching Earth.
It hadn't been all bad. President Baltar was not the amazing visionary he had made himself out to be, but people were getting stuff done. Adia's research was proving useful, and she had found someone to care about again. She very rarely had bad dreams about Caspar anymore, and she couldn't remember the last time she had a good dream about him (which in some ways were the worst dreams of all).
The Nexus was still her personal outlet, and she had visited not one, but two different Earths. It satisfied her wanderlust and her desire for home all at once.
379 days, and she was finally moving on.
On the 380th day, the cylons landed.
They hadn't stopped looking for the Fleet, Adia later learned, and Cloud 9's nuclear explosion gave away their last location. So they arrived. Thousands upon thousands of shiny Centurions, guns at the ready. And the human-looking ones. All seven models.
The few ships that were orbiting New Caprica, including Battlestar Galactica, immediately jumped into hyperspace and disappeared. Adia understood why later -- stay and be destroyed or escape and hope to come back for a rescue -- but at the time she felt utterly abandoned.
Adia was in her lab when the colony went into emergency lock-down. If she had been in her quarters, she could have PINpointed to the Nexus. Instead, she waited anxiously by the wireless for news. It was just like when the war started. Except this time, there was no Caspar to comfort her.
Now, Caspar was the enemy.
Finally, news arrived. The humans and cylons were going to try out a coalition government and attempt peaceful relations.
Nobody cheered.
President Baltar called a general assembly. Some colonists attended in person, but Adia stayed in her lab and watched on a computer screen. The camera panned along the stage and --
She hadn't meant to cry out, but there he was. Two of him, in fact.
Almost two years without him, and just one day to undo everything.
379 days since Adia gave up on the hope of reaching Earth.
It hadn't been all bad. President Baltar was not the amazing visionary he had made himself out to be, but people were getting stuff done. Adia's research was proving useful, and she had found someone to care about again. She very rarely had bad dreams about Caspar anymore, and she couldn't remember the last time she had a good dream about him (which in some ways were the worst dreams of all).
The Nexus was still her personal outlet, and she had visited not one, but two different Earths. It satisfied her wanderlust and her desire for home all at once.
379 days, and she was finally moving on.
On the 380th day, the cylons landed.
They hadn't stopped looking for the Fleet, Adia later learned, and Cloud 9's nuclear explosion gave away their last location. So they arrived. Thousands upon thousands of shiny Centurions, guns at the ready. And the human-looking ones. All seven models.
The few ships that were orbiting New Caprica, including Battlestar Galactica, immediately jumped into hyperspace and disappeared. Adia understood why later -- stay and be destroyed or escape and hope to come back for a rescue -- but at the time she felt utterly abandoned.
Adia was in her lab when the colony went into emergency lock-down. If she had been in her quarters, she could have PINpointed to the Nexus. Instead, she waited anxiously by the wireless for news. It was just like when the war started. Except this time, there was no Caspar to comfort her.
Now, Caspar was the enemy.
Finally, news arrived. The humans and cylons were going to try out a coalition government and attempt peaceful relations.
Nobody cheered.
President Baltar called a general assembly. Some colonists attended in person, but Adia stayed in her lab and watched on a computer screen. The camera panned along the stage and --
She hadn't meant to cry out, but there he was. Two of him, in fact.
Almost two years without him, and just one day to undo everything.