Post by judgementofsaturn on Dec 31, 2010 3:29:00 GMT -6
To the lost, i commit to memory.
To the living i still serve
This is a COMPLETE history thus-far and mentions names of those i know.
also it is very long.
To the living i still serve
This is a COMPLETE history thus-far and mentions names of those i know.
also it is very long.
My place was.....complicated.
My history predates the destruction of the colonies. My creation was an experiment, a question of efficiency. My purpose was to land on the surface of one of the colonies and detonate nuclear bombs on the surface and resurrect back. This was to see if invasion by fleet was even necessary. However i was also created to learn, to see if Centurion conciseness was to be allowed.
My first memories are of an 8 and a 1. The 8 i called "Hera" she was there at my first moment of my life. The 1 i never named or wished to know his name but it was Cavil. He proposed this endeavor and was wary of my conscience. For the first months of my life, i was living with Hera. She taught me of the cylons and my model. Understand that i was not programmed, I took time to teach and as i know it there was no such thing as a cylon teacher.
Hera did the best she could without experience, i came to grow fond of her.... and hate the one that frustrated her. He constantly checked up on me, argued with Hera of her methods. The day came when I was to carry out my other purpose. I was to invade a small city and nuke it. Should I be successful, tactical teams around the world would do the same and the colonies would become the 11 colonies.
But i failed
We landed behind the slums of the city. Of course I was seen but the slums were a low priority target and i was trained to rush quickly to the underground as to slow their warnings. You don't know how fast we can run when we want to. I was alone, id say about 6 people got a clear shot of me before i saw the first manhole to the sewers.Once i entered the sewers i had to get to the center of the city to detonate my bomb. The manhole was in an alleyway ahead of the shacks of the slums. I was now in the alleyway of an aging apartment building, just as bad as the actual slums.
There was something i did not expect.
I saw movement in the corners as i was entering the sewers with the bomb still prepped.Naturally I almost shot at it, but any gunfire would attract unwanted attention. I decided to strangle anything i saw so i ran quickly before whoever it was could scream.I had by the throat......a little girl, a little girl living in the dark corners of the alley. a little girl who had known pain and suffering her entire life. A little girl who was abandoned and left to die...a little girl who's life was fading as i continued to squeeze.
I was confused.
I was to understand that humanity was cruel, the slums were testaments to that. But as i was killing this girl i thought...If there was cruelty among-st mankind, didn't that mean that there had to be something to be cruel to. Cruelty only affected the innoccent.....Cruelty itself assures the existence of innocence.
What i was killing, was innocence.
I let go.
...............
she wasn't moving
but she was breathing
I stayed there, with her. I kept innocence alive and warm. I shielded her from the rain, for it was raining and i didn't realize it.
It was only an hour before she awoke, her reaction to me was puzzling. I expected screaming, loud noises. However, she did not scream. Merely gasped, backed up, and looked at me, widened eyes at the walking nightmare in the rain. She shuddered in the cold as when she awoke the pitiful excuse for a blanket fell off. i goatherd the blanket and offered it to her. It took a while, but she accepted it and continued to study me. I asked her her name.
Perhaps she didn't know her own language
she was speechless at my speech for a while
,,,,,,,,,
Lucidia
For the next hours i talked with Lucidia. She lived on the streets, stealing food and such.She didn't remember her parents. I told her of us, and of me. she surprisingly understood most of it. Even asked me questions of us. I asked her how old she was. 9 she thinks. She showed me her pride and joy. A carnivorous plant i did not know. It had pods instead of leaves that extended in the shape of a D. these pods catch insects and digest them over a course of days or weeks. "thorn" she called it.
I scanned it
It was dying
I told her of this and she burst into tears, She said she had been doing her best, that she gave it half her water ration a few weeks ago when it was smoldering. I told her that its not her fault, its not like she had the proper facilities ti accommodate such a complex thing.
Do I?
Well i guess Hera could....
Good god, the emergency rendezvous
I told her i had to go, in case of mission failure i was to either detonate the bomb anyway or, in another case, go to a secluded dead part of the slum and await pickup to avoid capture.
I was not going to nuke innocence.
I dismantled the nuke and tossed it in the sewer. I checked the ETA.....2 minutes. Lucidia suddenly clung to my arm and shoved thorn into my hands. she made me promise to take care of it, so i promised.
whats a promise?
the Heavy raider jumped into a section of the slum and blew away a few huts. We jumped and just like that i was gone. Later i gave thorn to Hera, who was very concerned of my situation. My memories were to be under review so i had to....sleep? Apparently my actions that day destroyed ones confidence and it was decided for centurions not to have conciseness.
I slept through the actual destruction of the colonies, but in the aftermath i awoke.
Hera woke me and explained that we were in danger. Had she not cared for me i never would have awoken, but our lives were in danger in doing so. we stole a heavy raider and a regular but she was wounded in the process. We made a blind jump to an unknown planet and landed to assess her condition.
I opened the hatch.
She fell dead in my arms.
....................................
But there was something in her arms
Thorn
She kept it safe.
I gave her a burial in the rich soil, and over her remains i placed thorn. I was unsure how it would survive, but thats what happened.
For an unknown amount of time i wandered the planet, in my misery time went by so slowly. Until the day came when i was pinged. I flew in my raider (that in my madness, I painted cobalt blue with black tattoos) to meet the source.
A colonial signal, colonial military.
a battlestar
My old enemies.
They launched Four craft. 3 Ace viper pilots and a rook raptor pilot by their skill. Many a time i almost was outmaneuvered by their joint efforts, but they did not escape me unscathed.
They then broke off.
odd
Then i was hailed
more so odd
as i knew it i was the only speaking centurion, if it was to be expected than times had changed. I fought this battle group who later became friends and commander but thats later. As it was their current commander got bored of us going at it for half an hour and called off his squad. He asked me why i had not jumped away. I asked him where the hub was.
Well he was an honorable type, and he would have hated to have to waste a barrage on only one raider. He was also a fan of relics. I proposed that i would let him have the heavy raider in exchange for information and the location of the hub.
The one known as Duet was amogst that battle group i fought
I took an uncharted trip to a distress beacon from a cylon ship. It contained a hybrid that spoke only of the gods, the rest of the crew was dead. His name was Zeno, and in his chanting he addressed me. " you are destined to be the judgment of Saturn, you safeguard his legacy."
I left with a name as the damaged ship was destroyed behind me.
JudgementOfSaturn
So began my life in the great JTF war.
Early on i met an old cylon named Timexlm. I took sides against him when he was having a dispute with kona and zeusanders.
At first i mistook zeusanders for an enemy and threatened his life while simultaneously fighting timexlm. I immediately broke off and apologized to one of the most outstanding cylons in the fleet.
His forgiveness was freely given. I pledged my loyalties with madam kona and sire anders. later after our dispute, timexlm became a good friend, albeit troublesome.
they introduced me to something more
In the waining days of the wars i was introduced to NE (the new earth project). With the first human and cylon collaboration efforts. It was there i met my good friend skulbaka and my commander F-bomb 3. I was stationed aboard the Ajna.
Everything in NE was a collaboration, especially technologies. our ships were the best of colonial and cylon designs, the Ajna was one such vessel.
It was there i learned that NE used a planet i knew as a testing ground, and that local plant life was carnivorous and hostile. It was the planet i was lost in for so many years. Thorn mutated in the atmosphere and as i understand it, killed 2 of F-bomb 3s crew members.
Thorn was the source, remove him and the plant stops.
I did it, i killed thorn. The fight was awkward, i did not know how to fight a plant but i severed his stalk in the end. It was then that F-bomb 3 came to know me. And after my screening of my battles in the war, was made CAG on zeusanders and konas reccomdation.
So there i stayed, among-st friends.
but i was not needed, and for a while i wandered the universe.
time passed and we moved to a new hub. The colonial command had better accommodations, and since the wars end, were on peace terms with the cylons. Many of our friends were lost in the war, and when i came back things had changed.
Skulbaka outranked me, Madam kona was no longer with zeusanders and married commander Playtime, zeusanders had died and was having a funeral, NE was almost dissolved, old enemies became friends, timexlm had more authority problems. and i attended a wedding (Smurfies i believe)
I was relocated into the Cerberus under playtime as a regular pilot. Humans still distrusted cylons so I chose that position even though i was offered a higher rank. i wanted to earn my place.
But time passed and conflicts ended.
And now......now I'm here.
My history predates the destruction of the colonies. My creation was an experiment, a question of efficiency. My purpose was to land on the surface of one of the colonies and detonate nuclear bombs on the surface and resurrect back. This was to see if invasion by fleet was even necessary. However i was also created to learn, to see if Centurion conciseness was to be allowed.
My first memories are of an 8 and a 1. The 8 i called "Hera" she was there at my first moment of my life. The 1 i never named or wished to know his name but it was Cavil. He proposed this endeavor and was wary of my conscience. For the first months of my life, i was living with Hera. She taught me of the cylons and my model. Understand that i was not programmed, I took time to teach and as i know it there was no such thing as a cylon teacher.
Hera did the best she could without experience, i came to grow fond of her.... and hate the one that frustrated her. He constantly checked up on me, argued with Hera of her methods. The day came when I was to carry out my other purpose. I was to invade a small city and nuke it. Should I be successful, tactical teams around the world would do the same and the colonies would become the 11 colonies.
But i failed
We landed behind the slums of the city. Of course I was seen but the slums were a low priority target and i was trained to rush quickly to the underground as to slow their warnings. You don't know how fast we can run when we want to. I was alone, id say about 6 people got a clear shot of me before i saw the first manhole to the sewers.Once i entered the sewers i had to get to the center of the city to detonate my bomb. The manhole was in an alleyway ahead of the shacks of the slums. I was now in the alleyway of an aging apartment building, just as bad as the actual slums.
There was something i did not expect.
I saw movement in the corners as i was entering the sewers with the bomb still prepped.Naturally I almost shot at it, but any gunfire would attract unwanted attention. I decided to strangle anything i saw so i ran quickly before whoever it was could scream.I had by the throat......a little girl, a little girl living in the dark corners of the alley. a little girl who had known pain and suffering her entire life. A little girl who was abandoned and left to die...a little girl who's life was fading as i continued to squeeze.
I was confused.
I was to understand that humanity was cruel, the slums were testaments to that. But as i was killing this girl i thought...If there was cruelty among-st mankind, didn't that mean that there had to be something to be cruel to. Cruelty only affected the innoccent.....Cruelty itself assures the existence of innocence.
What i was killing, was innocence.
I let go.
...............
she wasn't moving
but she was breathing
I stayed there, with her. I kept innocence alive and warm. I shielded her from the rain, for it was raining and i didn't realize it.
It was only an hour before she awoke, her reaction to me was puzzling. I expected screaming, loud noises. However, she did not scream. Merely gasped, backed up, and looked at me, widened eyes at the walking nightmare in the rain. She shuddered in the cold as when she awoke the pitiful excuse for a blanket fell off. i goatherd the blanket and offered it to her. It took a while, but she accepted it and continued to study me. I asked her her name.
Perhaps she didn't know her own language
she was speechless at my speech for a while
,,,,,,,,,
Lucidia
For the next hours i talked with Lucidia. She lived on the streets, stealing food and such.She didn't remember her parents. I told her of us, and of me. she surprisingly understood most of it. Even asked me questions of us. I asked her how old she was. 9 she thinks. She showed me her pride and joy. A carnivorous plant i did not know. It had pods instead of leaves that extended in the shape of a D. these pods catch insects and digest them over a course of days or weeks. "thorn" she called it.
I scanned it
It was dying
I told her of this and she burst into tears, She said she had been doing her best, that she gave it half her water ration a few weeks ago when it was smoldering. I told her that its not her fault, its not like she had the proper facilities ti accommodate such a complex thing.
Do I?
Well i guess Hera could....
Good god, the emergency rendezvous
I told her i had to go, in case of mission failure i was to either detonate the bomb anyway or, in another case, go to a secluded dead part of the slum and await pickup to avoid capture.
I was not going to nuke innocence.
I dismantled the nuke and tossed it in the sewer. I checked the ETA.....2 minutes. Lucidia suddenly clung to my arm and shoved thorn into my hands. she made me promise to take care of it, so i promised.
whats a promise?
the Heavy raider jumped into a section of the slum and blew away a few huts. We jumped and just like that i was gone. Later i gave thorn to Hera, who was very concerned of my situation. My memories were to be under review so i had to....sleep? Apparently my actions that day destroyed ones confidence and it was decided for centurions not to have conciseness.
I slept through the actual destruction of the colonies, but in the aftermath i awoke.
Hera woke me and explained that we were in danger. Had she not cared for me i never would have awoken, but our lives were in danger in doing so. we stole a heavy raider and a regular but she was wounded in the process. We made a blind jump to an unknown planet and landed to assess her condition.
I opened the hatch.
She fell dead in my arms.
....................................
But there was something in her arms
Thorn
She kept it safe.
I gave her a burial in the rich soil, and over her remains i placed thorn. I was unsure how it would survive, but thats what happened.
For an unknown amount of time i wandered the planet, in my misery time went by so slowly. Until the day came when i was pinged. I flew in my raider (that in my madness, I painted cobalt blue with black tattoos) to meet the source.
A colonial signal, colonial military.
a battlestar
My old enemies.
They launched Four craft. 3 Ace viper pilots and a rook raptor pilot by their skill. Many a time i almost was outmaneuvered by their joint efforts, but they did not escape me unscathed.
They then broke off.
odd
Then i was hailed
more so odd
as i knew it i was the only speaking centurion, if it was to be expected than times had changed. I fought this battle group who later became friends and commander but thats later. As it was their current commander got bored of us going at it for half an hour and called off his squad. He asked me why i had not jumped away. I asked him where the hub was.
Well he was an honorable type, and he would have hated to have to waste a barrage on only one raider. He was also a fan of relics. I proposed that i would let him have the heavy raider in exchange for information and the location of the hub.
The one known as Duet was amogst that battle group i fought
I took an uncharted trip to a distress beacon from a cylon ship. It contained a hybrid that spoke only of the gods, the rest of the crew was dead. His name was Zeno, and in his chanting he addressed me. " you are destined to be the judgment of Saturn, you safeguard his legacy."
I left with a name as the damaged ship was destroyed behind me.
JudgementOfSaturn
So began my life in the great JTF war.
Early on i met an old cylon named Timexlm. I took sides against him when he was having a dispute with kona and zeusanders.
At first i mistook zeusanders for an enemy and threatened his life while simultaneously fighting timexlm. I immediately broke off and apologized to one of the most outstanding cylons in the fleet.
His forgiveness was freely given. I pledged my loyalties with madam kona and sire anders. later after our dispute, timexlm became a good friend, albeit troublesome.
they introduced me to something more
In the waining days of the wars i was introduced to NE (the new earth project). With the first human and cylon collaboration efforts. It was there i met my good friend skulbaka and my commander F-bomb 3. I was stationed aboard the Ajna.
Everything in NE was a collaboration, especially technologies. our ships were the best of colonial and cylon designs, the Ajna was one such vessel.
It was there i learned that NE used a planet i knew as a testing ground, and that local plant life was carnivorous and hostile. It was the planet i was lost in for so many years. Thorn mutated in the atmosphere and as i understand it, killed 2 of F-bomb 3s crew members.
Thorn was the source, remove him and the plant stops.
I did it, i killed thorn. The fight was awkward, i did not know how to fight a plant but i severed his stalk in the end. It was then that F-bomb 3 came to know me. And after my screening of my battles in the war, was made CAG on zeusanders and konas reccomdation.
So there i stayed, among-st friends.
but i was not needed, and for a while i wandered the universe.
time passed and we moved to a new hub. The colonial command had better accommodations, and since the wars end, were on peace terms with the cylons. Many of our friends were lost in the war, and when i came back things had changed.
Skulbaka outranked me, Madam kona was no longer with zeusanders and married commander Playtime, zeusanders had died and was having a funeral, NE was almost dissolved, old enemies became friends, timexlm had more authority problems. and i attended a wedding (Smurfies i believe)
I was relocated into the Cerberus under playtime as a regular pilot. Humans still distrusted cylons so I chose that position even though i was offered a higher rank. i wanted to earn my place.
But time passed and conflicts ended.
And now......now I'm here.