Post by FBOMB, all of them. on Oct 22, 2012 14:58:04 GMT -6
(It's been a while since I wrote any BSG fan-fiction, here or anywhere else. I've missed my characters and left a few things unfinished since last year. I've always wanted to end my characters story, but I had so many ideas and never the patience to sit down and write. Now, I think I can write this story out. A problem with most, if not all, of my work is that I tend to skip proof reading. It truly is the most important thing about writing a story. Since I need to wait a day or two before I proof read, this story might have a lot of error here and there. I'm not sure how long it'll take me to finish this, but be assured, this story does end.)
The beautiful forest where the man in black stood was very peaceful. A random planet chosen as a meeting area for seven individuals. These seven were rarely together at the same time. They used to fear being exterminated, now they're past the physical realm. Five years of constant mental evolution has put the seven in an odd situation. Leaving in and out of the physical as they wish, these once Humanoid Cylons try to find something worth their while. They only have to wait for their current project to finish before they have a reason to be physical again. Then why, why is there a meeting here on this empty forest planet? The season was coming to an end on this planet. The leaves were changing their colors and falling off of their trees. A very symbolic atmosphere for what was going to follow.
The figure dressed in black walked out of the forest he was in, and walked a straight path into a field that was barren of leaves. The man wore black armor under a leather blazer. His armor was complete with his reinforced gloves and helmet. The way he displayed himself screamed war machine. It was all a facade at this point. He and his kind no longer cared for the war. Soon after standing in the position he felt was the meeting place, the other five arrived almost simultaneously.
Four F-BOMBs materialized in the field. The four were followed by Prototype CEHD, the only other Humanoid that is as powerful as the BOMBs. The group formed a circle and waited to hear why they were summoned here. They all looked at their counter part in black, Two, the second BOMB. He took his helmet off and pulled his face mask down, then looked at his brethren. Two, once the head of Cylon Security, gave no care to who might have seen his identity.
"We are here to understand how we were created."
The beautiful forest where the man in black stood was very peaceful. A random planet chosen as a meeting area for seven individuals. These seven were rarely together at the same time. They used to fear being exterminated, now they're past the physical realm. Five years of constant mental evolution has put the seven in an odd situation. Leaving in and out of the physical as they wish, these once Humanoid Cylons try to find something worth their while. They only have to wait for their current project to finish before they have a reason to be physical again. Then why, why is there a meeting here on this empty forest planet? The season was coming to an end on this planet. The leaves were changing their colors and falling off of their trees. A very symbolic atmosphere for what was going to follow.
The figure dressed in black walked out of the forest he was in, and walked a straight path into a field that was barren of leaves. The man wore black armor under a leather blazer. His armor was complete with his reinforced gloves and helmet. The way he displayed himself screamed war machine. It was all a facade at this point. He and his kind no longer cared for the war. Soon after standing in the position he felt was the meeting place, the other five arrived almost simultaneously.
Four F-BOMBs materialized in the field. The four were followed by Prototype CEHD, the only other Humanoid that is as powerful as the BOMBs. The group formed a circle and waited to hear why they were summoned here. They all looked at their counter part in black, Two, the second BOMB. He took his helmet off and pulled his face mask down, then looked at his brethren. Two, once the head of Cylon Security, gave no care to who might have seen his identity.
"We are here to understand how we were created."