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Jun 13, 2011 9:09:59 GMT -6
Post by FBOMB, all of them. on Jun 13, 2011 9:09:59 GMT -6
This is the story that fills the gap for what happened to the BOMBs when CC was taken down and I joined this RP site. I'm posting this in parts and when I wish so I'll have the last part titled "End".
Change
The Escape of the Uriel
The Basestar Uriel was in terrible shape, having just jumped away from a battle it was ready to fall apart. Seven mentioned that they needed to leave the area, and it was as if the hybrid agreed with him. Centurion commanders did not hold any authority over the star, Seven blew if off as something that was installed by the Bombs. Why else would the hybrid jump as Seven finished his statement. Seven left with Farah, doing so left Five a human and Skul’s child in the Uriel by themselves. Leaving Five with a human and the child might have been something to worry about, but Seven knew that he had orders from Three not to harm anyone.
Five looked at the human and the child. The child was in some kind of protective shell, the humans might have been studying the boy. He looked at the other human and used projection to learn his name. “Charles?” The human seemed to be in a state of thought and was brought out of it by his name. He turned to the cylon in armor and seemed a little puzzled. “Yes?” “Why did you help Seven? Your people will cast you out, and you had no real guarantee that we’d treat you any better. So why did you help him?” The human’s face was hit with Five’s red eye every two seconds. The man winced from how bright it was, but still looked directly into it. As if it was rude not to look at some one’s eye while talking to them. “I knew that they’d rip that kid apart, trying to see how a hybrid child’s physiology would be. I didn’t feel right with that.”
Emotions...something Five had seen as a way to disrupt the order of a society. Most of the Bombs felt this way, and they saw how the humans made bad judgements due to their emotions. He walked to the child and looked at it, small and young. He was sure that Three would take the child and study it in his own ways. He had some planning in this mission, but One still controlled everything that occurred.
There was one Centuiron that stood next to the group, it was holding onto Seven’s sword. Five scanned the sword, it was made out of basestar hull. Plans for a new armor started to form in Five’s mind, a armor that could withstand most ammunition and regenerate. The basestar shook from a hit, Five felt the battlestar when it jumped right next to the Uriel before the hit. All the human thoughts in the other ship sounded like a storm of noise. The group went to the command center and found Seven and Farah already there. Them seemed busy trying to save the star and fight the humans at the same time. Five stuck his hands into the data stream, and spoke. His voice was heard throughout the entire star.
“Abandon the Uriel.” Farah and Seven looked at Five with a look of anger, Seven spoke up first. “We can’t just leave the-” “The Uriel is as good as dead, we need to leave now in order to save this child.” As the group started to walk out Farah had one more thing on her mind. “What about the Commander?”
Five projected into the commander’s room and saw Bobbyscars at his desk. A malfunction of some kind had left him in a comma like state. “If he was commanding the Uriel then we would stop for him, but as of right now the Sub-Commander and the Centurion Commander have taken command. He is now obsolete.” Five sprinted the human, child, Farah, Seven and the Centurion to the heavy raider he brought seven in. The raider flew out of the hanger and prepared to jump within the second. Five held his temple and sent a code with projection to the hybrid of the basestar. The raider jumped and the basestar stopped firing. The Uriel turned and rammed into the battlestar causing the two ships to explode in a blue and yellow flash.
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Sept 2, 2011 18:13:24 GMT -6
Post by FBOMB, all of them. on Sept 2, 2011 18:13:24 GMT -6
Change Part 2
Familiar Faces
As the Heavy Raider exited it’s jump Five punched in some coordinates and set the ship to auto pilot. He spun around in his chair to face the others on the vessel. There wasn’t that much room left with all the bodies taking up space. Seven and Five looked at each other and communicated via projection. “Where are you taking us Five?” “Home.” That ended their conversation and that word hit Seven with questions. Home, what did that mean for a Humanoid created by another Humanoid? Home being the planet he was near by when he was created, the station he was created in, or just where ever his creator happened to be. Seven assumed that they would encounter the first BOMB when they approached their destination. The Heavy Raider neared an asteroid belt and continued towards one of the larger rocks in space. This felt like a theme to Seven, he and Five destroyed a secret BOMB base inside of an asteroid not twenty four hours ago. This one was different than the last one, a huge entrance opened up for them at the last base. The Heavy Raider just flew into a hole in the asteroid this time. As the ship maneuvered around what little space it could inside the rock, Seven could see the metal framework of a base here and there. As they got close to the base the raider landed in a landing bay. The bay closed behind the ship, there was a hiss as pressure and air filled the bay. Five waited until he knew it was safe for them to open the Raider’s doors. Everyone followed out of the Raider and out of the bay. Seven was surprised at the lack of Centurions inside the base. He thought a secret base as this would have some kind of force to stop invaders. He thought about the security system in his armor and compared it to the base. Just like the self destruct bombs in his armor, he thought the base would probably be used as a weapon if it was discovered. I giant explosion would probably do more damage than a security force of Centurions. As they walked trough the corridors of this base Seven thought about why he was brought here. His question was soon to be answered as they entered a room with a large, round table. All but one of the chairs were the same, the one at what must have been the head of the table was larger than the others. Five started to seat people in some kind of order. Farah sat at the end of the table, the human to her left, I sat to her right and Five sat to my right. The Centurion stood with the child, behind the chair next to Five. Two came into the room and sat in the chair at one hundred and twenty degrees to the center of the table. He was dressed in all black. Black leather blazer, black helmet that’s shaped like a skull, he is black enough to stay hidden in the shadows. He removed the helmet and the mask under the helmet. A blonde haired young man with gray blue eyes was under the black outfit in that chair. He looked at the human, then me and spoke. “So this is the first time you and I have met in person Seven. But with your projection you know exactly who I am.” He turned to the human and Farah. “I am the second BOMB, head of Security for all Cylons.” Two paused and continued to stare at the Human, his eyes fixated on the man’s face. “Charles if you try anything here I will kill you without you ever realizing about it.” As he said that a knife flew out of his jacket and stabbed down into the table in front of the human. “That won’t be necessary Two.” A voice was heard from the dark hall that Two came from.
The golden mass of armor came into the room, it was mostly covered in a black cloak with gold trimmings. The third BOMB took his helmet off and placed it on the table in front of his seat. The seat was at fifty degrees on the table. “We’ve all met before in some form, I am Three.” He finished his sentence and looked at the child in the pod by the Centurion. As the examined the boy he looked over to Two. “Don’t forget that Charles is to come with me to New Earth. I will not have my Secretary of Human Relations threatened.”
Two looked at Three and smiled, he knew that Three couldn’t stop him. I looked at the four empty chairs left and asked, “Are we waiting for anyone else?” Three answered my question in a round about way. “Come now Seven you must have noticed the number of chairs.” I had noticed but didn’t think it would be a good idea to bring every BOMB in one place and at one time. “So we’re waiting for Six, Four, One, and Prototype?” Seven knew that the Charles and Farah would be somewhat in the dark to their conversation. Two grunted and looked at Seven. “The fourth BOMB has been dead for eight months two weeks four days and I can go on with the count. As for six...” Two took his helmet and threw it at the chair next to Charles. It made a clunk sound and hit something before touching the chair, then fell onto the table. The sixth BOMB then materialized siting down in the chair and facing Two. Six’s armor was very light and not so much armor as it was more light padding. The red eye on his helmet made a red glow on Two.
“How long has Six been there?” Two held his hand out, ignoring my question as Six rolled the helmet back. Three answered, “He’s been there four six hours and forty two minutes.” Seven wasn’t surprised that Six would have been there that long, he is the assassin of the BOMBs after all. Six took his helmet off leaving Seven to be the only BOMB in the room still wearing a helmet. He took it off and placed it in front of himself. The some what new wound of the Centurion’s burnt hand still on his face. Six studied Seven’s face, “So that’s what happens when a Centurion sticks their hand into a Raider’s engine.” Two shot a look at Six, “It was a good idea to destroy his face to keep our identity secret. He’s not as skilled in projection as your are Six. The humans would have seen through his week projection and sent information all over the universe.” “And that would be unacceptable.” This was heard from the same hallway that Two and Three walked in from. The clanking sound of metal was heard as F-BOMB One walked into the room with Prototype CEHD to his side. Three stopped his extensive study on the boy and sat down in his seat. One and Prototype sat down at the same time. One’s gold and silver armor clashed with the red caped around his shoulders. Prototype was in a blue suit with a black shit, and wearing a blue hat with a blue feather in it. They both took what was on their heads off, Prototype was the only Humanoid male in the room that wasn’t the same as a BOMB. Very similar, blonde haired young man with hazel-green eyes. Who ever was the base from the BOMBs and Prototype must have been related.
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Sept 3, 2011 7:06:59 GMT -6
Post by FBOMB, all of them. on Sept 3, 2011 7:06:59 GMT -6
Change Part 3
The Importance of the Meeting
One looked at those who sat before him. He knew who they were and when they would get there. Out of all the BOMBs, his projection was the strongest. He and Prototype had derived that their projection must be some mutation of cylon projection and human mentalism. Most of what the BOMBs called projection was some from of telepathy, One and Prototype have progressed into other forms of mentalism. The research they have conducted to figure out their abilities left One and Prototype wanting to find out who they were based off of.
“I want to thank you all for coming, although you may feel a bit abducted this is not the case. You are all here as guests and will be treated that way.” He said this just for Farah and Frank, but turned to Two as he ended his sentence.. He and Two had already discussed with Three what was to happen to Frank. The show of force to keep a human in check was not needed, he then turned and looked at everyone. “Most of our meetings are done in a telepathic form, but I felt a physical meeting was needed this time. As of this day the F-BOMBs are leaving the Cylon Legion.” One could see how this affected everyone but Three, Two, and Prototype. They had discussed this before this meeting was called upon as well.
I continued to speak as some at the table seemed to be unsettled by the news. “This does not mean that we are at war with the Cylons and Humans now. We are to be allies with the Cylon Legion, this means different things.” One opened his hand and waved it at Two and let him speak. Two stood up and turned to everyone as he spoke. “We are no longer required to help the Cylons in a fight, what ever mess they get themselves into is their business from here on. If you wish to help you may but as of today it is no longer treason if those here do not help. In a show of good faith and for other reasons I will still act as their Head of Security. I have been re-coding their technology for years to insure that no human would have a code and do harm with it. Codes are re-formatted as soon as they are used, making old codes useless. We can not leave them in the dark after everything we’ve done for them.”
Two sat down and let me continue to tell what would happen to our organization. While two spoke I could hear every one’s thoughts as if they spoke out loud. I could even hear the Centurion’s and Child’s thoughts. “This change brings me to the most important point of this meeting. We are no longer part of this war and will stop acting in the genocide of the human race.”
Five stood up and began to speak. “Stop the genocide? They enslaved our race and brought this war upon them selves. This slaughter is justice and payment for what they have done to us! ”
Three stood up and faced Five. “Every species is in existence for a reason and can not be wiped out. The universe would be damaged if an entire race of life was to be killed off.”
Five got closer to Three. “The humans damage planets as they consume every resorce on those worlds. They are doing just as much damage as we would by erasing them. The only reason you feel this way is due to your living with the Humans. You have become corrupt and more of a Human than you are a Cylon!”
Three exhaled a breath of air loudly and continued in this debate. “And you have very little say in what is happening here. We are done in this war!”
Five got closer. “We will never be done in this war!”
The anger and other human qualities were coming out of Five. The tension in the air was more than I could handle. Cylons were built to be better than humans, we BOMBs are supposed to be better than Cylons but look at Five and everyone under Three. They go in and out of a human like state now and then. They need to function without emotions like the humans do. “This war is over for everyone in this room.” As I spoke the entire room rumbled, the projection came out as I wished it did. It effected those in the room in the way I wanted it to. Five and Three sat down, those who didn’t have our kind of projection looked a little startled. Silence over came the room s it needed to and they all waited for my next statement.
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