BSG Fic: Cycle of Time
Apr. 4th, 2005 03:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Rating: PG
Spoilers/Set: None. Future fic.
Summary: They find Earth 947 days after the destruction of the Twelve Colonies, 273 days since their last run in with the Cylons and 6 weeks and 2 days after President Roslin’s death.
A/N: Huge big thank you to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stars_like_dust for putting up with my whining.
If you believe in the gods, then you believe in the cycle of time, that we are all playing our parts in a story that is told again, and again, and again, throughout eternity.
They find Earth 947 days after the destruction of the Twelve Colonies, 273 days since their last run in with the Cylons and 6 weeks and 2 days after President Roslin’s death.
As soon as they are in radio range, Commander Adama orders Petty Officer Dualla to try and contact the lost Colony. All they receive back is cosmic static. They leave the Fleet orbiting the planet on the outer reaches of the solar system as the Galactica approaches their new home.
Raptors are sent out to scan the planet, and everyone waits with baited breath for any sort of response from Earth. There is none. The many satellites orbiting remain dormant, most of them damaged beyond repair.
The first Raptor returns with scans of deep blue oceans that cover 88% of the surface with small islands scattered in random patterns. There’s life out there, under the water and on the land, but no indication that there ever were humans.
The second Raptor explored one of the larger continents. It brings back a different picture of untouched forests, green planes and mountain ranges where the snow never melts. And wild life that thrives as its left to fend for itself.
It’s the third Raptor that carries the news they’ve been waiting for, but not expecting. It returns with images of canyons, deserts and wastelands and in the midst of it all a city. There’s no doubt about it. It’s made by human hands and stands like a cancer in the middle of the land. Only, it lies in ruins.
More Raptors, and this times Vipers, are sent out to scan the surface in the hope of finding intelligent life on the surface. It takes days before the entire surface is scanned. A silence descends over the Fleet as the only evidence that the Thirteenth Colony was ever there are ruins and more ruins. Skeletons of what once were cities are scattered over the continents and under water. Most of it in such decay that it is hardly recognisable. And what is called the Promised Land in the Sacred Scrolls becomes nothing more than a tomb.
Two more days of endless arguing and finally the Fleet moves into orbit of Earth. The decision has been made to set up a new civilisation, because no one wants to spend another thousand days straying between planets in the hope to find one with the same atmosphere as the Colonies. A spot is chosen for the Fourteenth Colony on the green continent, and one by one, the civilian vessels descend to the surface. The ships will be disassembled and the parts will be put to use to build up the new city, all under the watchful eye of the Galactica which remains in orbit.
Twelve days after they discover Earth, a Cylon Raider jumps right in the path of a Viper patrol. It’s dealt with fast and efficiently. The fleet of Basestars that follow in its wake isn’t.
On the thirteenth day after the Fleet discovers Earth, there is only rubble to tell of their presence.
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Set: None. Future fic.
Summary: They find Earth 947 days after the destruction of the Twelve Colonies, 273 days since their last run in with the Cylons and 6 weeks and 2 days after President Roslin’s death.
A/N: Huge big thank you to
stars_like_dust for putting up with my whining.If you believe in the gods, then you believe in the cycle of time, that we are all playing our parts in a story that is told again, and again, and again, throughout eternity.
They find Earth 947 days after the destruction of the Twelve Colonies, 273 days since their last run in with the Cylons and 6 weeks and 2 days after President Roslin’s death.
As soon as they are in radio range, Commander Adama orders Petty Officer Dualla to try and contact the lost Colony. All they receive back is cosmic static. They leave the Fleet orbiting the planet on the outer reaches of the solar system as the Galactica approaches their new home.
Raptors are sent out to scan the planet, and everyone waits with baited breath for any sort of response from Earth. There is none. The many satellites orbiting remain dormant, most of them damaged beyond repair.
The first Raptor returns with scans of deep blue oceans that cover 88% of the surface with small islands scattered in random patterns. There’s life out there, under the water and on the land, but no indication that there ever were humans.
The second Raptor explored one of the larger continents. It brings back a different picture of untouched forests, green planes and mountain ranges where the snow never melts. And wild life that thrives as its left to fend for itself.
It’s the third Raptor that carries the news they’ve been waiting for, but not expecting. It returns with images of canyons, deserts and wastelands and in the midst of it all a city. There’s no doubt about it. It’s made by human hands and stands like a cancer in the middle of the land. Only, it lies in ruins.
More Raptors, and this times Vipers, are sent out to scan the surface in the hope of finding intelligent life on the surface. It takes days before the entire surface is scanned. A silence descends over the Fleet as the only evidence that the Thirteenth Colony was ever there are ruins and more ruins. Skeletons of what once were cities are scattered over the continents and under water. Most of it in such decay that it is hardly recognisable. And what is called the Promised Land in the Sacred Scrolls becomes nothing more than a tomb.
Two more days of endless arguing and finally the Fleet moves into orbit of Earth. The decision has been made to set up a new civilisation, because no one wants to spend another thousand days straying between planets in the hope to find one with the same atmosphere as the Colonies. A spot is chosen for the Fourteenth Colony on the green continent, and one by one, the civilian vessels descend to the surface. The ships will be disassembled and the parts will be put to use to build up the new city, all under the watchful eye of the Galactica which remains in orbit.
Twelve days after they discover Earth, a Cylon Raider jumps right in the path of a Viper patrol. It’s dealt with fast and efficiently. The fleet of Basestars that follow in its wake isn’t.
On the thirteenth day after the Fleet discovers Earth, there is only rubble to tell of their presence.
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Date: 2005-04-04 02:50 pm (UTC)Thank you so much. I'm glad you liked it. =oD