In a Galaxy Far Far Away
The planet had been exactly where the woman - what was her name? Three - where Three had said it was. It was cold and dark and perfectly neutral, as she had promised.
Pacing, she awaited the arrival of these creatures…the cylons, they had called themselves. Adama’s memories painted them as much more barbaric and definitely less sexy. And certainly not human. But a robotic species does evolve, does it not? she thought. And if these were the cylons of old with newer, more capable bodies and technology, they were a threat indeed.
Three’s last words were interesting - “We greatly anticipate meeting you and trust your visit will be memorable.” And after seeing the absolute breathtaking beauty and power of what was apparently only one of their many warships, Eighth was certain that meeting this race would be unforgettable.
When the ship had jumped out of nowhere in her direct path, she had at first planned to take the ship over and keep moving towards the Twelve Colonies. But after a few warning shots and a short but polite conversation with the ship’s commander - a truce of sorts was formed and a neutral meeting place was arranged.
Eighth also wondered about her numerical name. The replicator’s Third had been rather useless. If very tall and handsome with a penchant for lollipops. Eighth pursed her lips and wondered which robotic race originated the named-after-birth-number idea.
Her hands clasped behind her back, she stopped pacing as she heard the strange sound of a foreign ship entering the atmosphere and watched the raider fly at good speed to her location. A small smile grew on her lips. Memorable indeed.
[[locked to D’anna, h’obviously]]
Pacing, she awaited the arrival of these creatures…the cylons, they had called themselves. Adama’s memories painted them as much more barbaric and definitely less sexy. And certainly not human. But a robotic species does evolve, does it not? she thought. And if these were the cylons of old with newer, more capable bodies and technology, they were a threat indeed.
Three’s last words were interesting - “We greatly anticipate meeting you and trust your visit will be memorable.” And after seeing the absolute breathtaking beauty and power of what was apparently only one of their many warships, Eighth was certain that meeting this race would be unforgettable.
When the ship had jumped out of nowhere in her direct path, she had at first planned to take the ship over and keep moving towards the Twelve Colonies. But after a few warning shots and a short but polite conversation with the ship’s commander - a truce of sorts was formed and a neutral meeting place was arranged.
Eighth also wondered about her numerical name. The replicator’s Third had been rather useless. If very tall and handsome with a penchant for lollipops. Eighth pursed her lips and wondered which robotic race originated the named-after-birth-number idea.
Her hands clasped behind her back, she stopped pacing as she heard the strange sound of a foreign ship entering the atmosphere and watched the raider fly at good speed to her location. A small smile grew on her lips. Memorable indeed.
[[locked to D’anna, h’obviously]]