Resurrection Hub

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Stopping only briefly, "I'm keeping that Seven there for the time being, when we revolted all those years ago, he was highly victorious and him being there misleading the Humans is needed. They can't risk killing him," grinning as he thought over it, "once he becomes no use onboard, I'll have the Centurions attack again and this time kill him."

[Deleted]

That works. Just have to strike again when most unaware. Of course we must keep the attacks to just us I am guessing. Seems they knew somehow.

[Deleted]

Laughing, "I tried intertwining the Mark I and Mark II Centurions with mine and it wasn't so pleasant...they aren't exactly team players considering I've made them near independent. The price for smarter Centurions I suppose, I would have to send the Mark II Centurions up ahead as cannon fodder before sending my Mark III Centurions," receiving a message that the Predator was nearby, "I told the Seven on the Atlantia to tell that arrogant Admiral that there is a Cylon resupply depot and shipyard in the Blue Moon Nebula so we can setup a surprise attack there with as many Basestars we can pull together."

[Deleted]

Perfect... I am sure the Admiral is distressed and will be for quite sometime. Continue working on your Centurions and I will begin research for our new friend over there and working with some DNA. Thinking to herself of her old plans she was making before being dragged back to the humans. What she could have accomplished would have been mind blowing... she is hoping to finish what she started. I think I am ready to go home and take a shower. I still smell human on me. She laughs as she heads for a raider.

[Deleted]

Smirking, he started towards the raider as well as his Centurions stood outside waiting for them, turning to Smurfette; "Well the Terrans nor the Colonials know that during the ground battle we captured a Trititanium facility so essentially the Terrans are building the Centurions that'll one day invade them," sitting down in the raider, "we should get to work," watching as the back door closed up.

[Deleted]

Resurrecting, Alex sat in the tub not wanting to get up as he pondered his future. He unboxed his fellow Sevens, became enemy number 1 for both Colonials and Cylons and on top of that has remained empty for so long. He had no reason to leave the tub considering sooner than later he would be back in here so for now this was where he was to exist.

[Deleted]

Getting up, he had been thinking hard about everything and knew both Marcus and Cavil would one day avenge. Grabbing a suit, he turned to his Centurions as they were going to inform him of the Predator, “Return to Terra and open talks with Helios Prime,” slipping on his black overcoat, “the children of Terra needs to return home and get revenge for being abandoned,” grinning as he grabbed his scarf and his hat. He needed to be out of the way for a while and knew of a place to hide as he started over to his own personal raider.

[sixtysix]

Sixty awakes in the tub, the goo covering her body. Her eyes deep dark green, they could burn you if looks could. The Six stands and steps out of the tub. The memories flash into her mind... the last thing she remembers is the flash of the blast. First the Predator then the Ares... God help us. She quickly dressed and begins to find her place in this world.

[Fleshcrusher]

--- Resurrection Hub Error #06032021 ---

Syntax error A156542JJ552 Beta...
Corrupted data for Cylon "Fleshcrusher"...
Unable to download to humanoid model 1...
Attempting data repair and memory recovery...
Priority 1 Retrieval instructions initiated...

Origins: Cylon Raider #2099, Assigned to Basestar #105
Future Nickname Taken: Fleshcrusher

Fleshcrusher was originally a Cylon Raider who developed a distinct personality (akin to a homicidal maniac) who delighted in killing as many humans (referred to as meatbags by fleshcrusher) as possible during the war. For achieving one of the most recorded number of human pilots killed during the first Cylon/Human war, fleshcrusher was given a previously untold honor. The raider's memories and personality were downloaded into a Centurion mechanical body! After adjusting to a humanoid body during the ceasefire, was assigned to Basestar #105. Fleshcrusher continued to excel at killing meatbags during the war whenever possible. Towards the end of the war Fleshcrusher was severly damaged inside a resurrection ship, defending it from an invading human pilot who stumbled across the ship and was attempting to destroy it. Refusing to die, enraged and wanting to continue killing meatbags, Fleshcrusher physically connected to the resurrection ship's systems and forced a download from the Centurion body into a humanoid Model 1 body. The shock of the transition nearly killed "him" and took some further time to adapt to. He returned to the #105 Predator and the war, causing even more havoc with his new body. His personality also continued to evolve as he learned new and improved ways of killing meatbags! That is until 2 days ago, when he was killed and downloaded to the Resurrection Hub.

Unfortunately for Fleshcrusher his memories & personality were damaged in the transfer due to a nearby solar flare at the moment of death! His personality and memories would have to be repaired, realigned and readjusted before being transferred into a new body...

Personality submatrix restored to 96% functionality...
89% memories recovered, realigned and readjusted...
Remaining errors prevent downloading into a Humanoid body...
Remaining errors prevent downloading into a Raider body...
Priority 1 Retrieval instructions demand resurrection of Cylon at all costs...

Connecting to Centurion subsystems...
Connection made to an empty Centurion body...

Enhancements made to body per retrieval command:
(vocal apparatus installed / inhibitor deactivated & removed / safeguards installed / forearm guns upgraded and forearm swords installed)...

Transfer connection confirmed at 66% functional...
Transfer cancelled due to safety measures...
Safety measures overridden with Priority 1 instructions...
Beginning download of Cylon "Fleshcrusher" to new Centurion body...

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[Sandy Sixx]

Standing there in the Hub, Sandy observed as another awakening took place. She smiled briefly as she placed her hand in the stream.

She thought to herself:

"Fleshcrusher, what a nice surprise. Where have you been lingering all this time?"

Suddenly, a rather disturbing thought raced into her head. She jerked her hand from the stream and rubbed her temples. Speaking out loud, she uttered a name she had hoped to never hear again.

"Cavil."

[CylonOps]

Incoming message from intel operations, Terran System: A nuclear detonation has happened on the planet Terra in the Southern Hemisphere, origin unknown at this time.

[Fleshcrusher]

PAIN!!!! Unimaginable pain! His entire self feeling like it was being ripped apart and then being put back together. But something was wrong. Pieces were damaged or entirely missing. He wasn't whole. Memories were out of sequence. A flash of battle, his centurion body blown to pieces. Now a Raider, flying through space as he hunted the meatbags in their ships, eager for the kill, eager for them to explode into nothingness. A planet, running, his older Cavil body unable to stay ahead of his pursuer. Not knowing if there was a ship in range for resurrection. His existence in peril. A gun! A human... Sirolk... talking "Goodbye fleshcrusher, or whatever you are calling yourself these days. And this time stay dead!"

The bullet blows his brains out the back of his head.

Darkness...

NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

[Fleshcrusher]

"NOOOOOOO!!!"

I regained consciousness screaming, but it is not a human Cavil voice. Robotic, mechanical, and lacking inflection as the truth starts to sink in. Transfer cables disengage and I stuble forward. Heavy steps from Centurion feet. My arm shoots out to steady myself. Deadly metal fingers. I see my reflection on a wall panel. I stop screaming and take inventory. No flesh. No cold or hot, no hunger, no bathroom, no nerves! Only sensory input. I start laughing. Flesh is weak! Skinjobs indeed, why I ever wanted a humanoid body is beyond me. Metal is superior. Metal outlasts the flesh. Flesh dies. But if my brothers and sisters want a body I will not judge them. We all live and die to serve the Cylon Empire!

Composing myself I take an internal inventory. Everything appears to work, and the enhancements programmed into my Resurrection Protocols were also done. This body will do nicely for ripping through weak human flesh! But what about my mind, my... self... what happened to end up in this body?

Obviously Sirolk killed my Cavil body. But then what? Walking over to the nearest interface I plug into the Hub's datastream and access my resurrection log. I see the errors and deducted reasons for what happened via transmission. Next I access my previous stored resurrection memories and attempt to fix my own. But whatever happened has permanently affected my old memories. They cannot be updated or repaired. Very well. I will attempt to compensate via 2nd hand details to fill in the gaps.

I finally check on current news and orders, to see if anyone has noticed my return. And that's when I notice the timestamps. And compare them to my jumbled memories. I died.... 10 years ago. I've been in storage.... for.... 10... years! My program should have kicked in after 10 days. What happened!?!? I pull it up and go over the code line by line. And there it is. A sub category for time measurement, set to the default setting years. I failed to change it. And the program left me in limbo for over a decade!

Sirolk, what about him? Is he still alive, where is he? I want to tear his head off with my bare metal hands! He better not have died. I search for and download all news over the last decade and any info on my nemesis. But before I can begin reviewing it, new orders come into the datastream... from Supreme Commander Kona?!?!?

"This is the Supreme Commander Kona. Send Flesh Crusher to Terra to assess the situation and report his findings back to me immediately. There has been a nuclear detonation and I am certain that we are going to catch the blame for this.
We did not do this, but the humans won't bother to figure that out. They will just want to retaliate and they would never dream that their own kind did this. I need information so I can plot our best course of action. Do I turn this Star around? Or do I keep moving forward. Flesh Crusher has his assignment. ~ Kona out ~"

What happened to PureVenom? I start a new search as I am informed that the Ares is on it's way to get me. Very well. I will review these developments as I wait. Hmmm, the Ares has need of a Security Officer. That will do.

So much time wasted and lost. But if Sirolk still lives, his flesh will be slower and weaker from time. I will enjoy ripping out his entrails and strangling him with them! He will pay! Laughing like the insane killer that I am, I make my way to the hangar bay to wait...

[NPC Hybrid]

Ares update to Hub:

1.) Ship has arrived.
2.) Raider sent over to transport Fleshcrusher.

[Fleshcrusher]

The announcement is made. The Ares has arrived and a raider is dispatched for me. I watch as an older model Raider lands inside the Hub. Wonder how long my fellow Cylon has sat in the Ares hangar collecting dust. That it is still functional after the previous war is quite impressive. Climbing aboard and greeting my pilot brother we launch and head back to the Ares. Time to see what the stupid humans have been up to in my unintended absence.


(Continued in 109-Ares Landing Bay...)