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woodfaceSomeone on RvB posted what used to be the original script for the opening of the miniseries. Either my English was impaired when I was viewing this or this thing actually gives us more insight into the Twelve Colonies than the final version ever did.
SUPER: The Cylons were created by Man.
EXT. SPACE - ARMISTICE STATION
A tiny SPACE STATION hangs in the deep void.
FADE OUT.
SUPER: They were the product of a desire to make life easier on the planet Kobol.
EXT. SPACE - ARMISTICE STATION
A small COLONIAL TRANSPORT glides into frame and toward a docking with the station. There are no other ships or planets visible.
FADE OUT.
SUPER: At first, they were simple robots. Toys. Conversation pieces at parties for the rich and trendy.
INT. ARMISTICE STATION
A simple, spare room of steel. Two doors on opposite sides. One metal table in the center. A MAN dressed in a Colonial lieutenant's uniform ENTERS from one door, carrying a briefcase. The Lieutenant sits in one of only two chairs in the room -- one cushioned, one bare metal. A table sits between them. Sitting on the table is what looks like a gooseneck lamp topped by a single RED LIGHT that oscillates back and forth, passively "watching" everything in the room.
He opens his briefcase and takes out a few personal items -- a PICTURE FRAME of his WIFE, a book, some official paperwork. Sets them on the table. Looks like he's going to be here a while. The Lieutenant glances up at the door across from him. It remains closed. He picks up the book, sighs and begins to read.
FADE OUT.
SUPER: The Cylons became more advanced. Began to work the mines. Do the hard and dangerous work Man no longer wished to do.
INT. ARMISTICE STATION
Hours later. The Lieutenant is packing up his briefcase. He leaves through the same door whence he entered, passing by a Colonial FLAG, which is the only decoration in the room.
FADE OUT.
SUPER: And when the people of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol decided to war against each other, the Cylons began to do their fighting and killing for them too.
INT. ARMISTICE STATION
The same Man ENTERS the same room, but now he's OLDER, wearing the rank of Captain. He opens his briefcase, takes out some personal items including a NEW framed photo of an OLDER wife. Nothing's changed in the room. The gooseneck with the red light still sits there on the table. The Captain sits in the chair, begins to do some paperwork -- which includes some diagrams and photos of the original mechanistic Cylons.
FADE OUT.
SUPER: The Cylons were the greatest soldiers the planet had ever seen. Smart. Fast. Deadly. They made decisions without waiting for orders.
INT. ARMISTICE STATION
The Captain is now a Major. Some grey in his hair. The picture on the table is that of an older wife holding a BABY. Still no one else in the room. The Major is idly waving a finger in front of the oscillating RED LIGHT, following it back and forth, back and forth...
FADE OUT.
SUPER: And then the day came when the Cylons decided to kill their masters.
INT. ARMISTICE STATION
The Major is now a Lt. Colonel. More grey in the hair. The photo now shows his wife and THREE YEAR OLD BOY. The Lt. Colonel is doing some kind of word puzzle, his feet on the table.
FADE OUT.
SUPER: The Twelve Colonies rallied together for the first time in centuries. Betrayed by their own technology, they fought the Cylons with weapons that didn't rely on computers.
INT. ARMISTICE STATION
The Lt. Colonel is now a full Colonel. The Wife's photo is now in a separate frame, with a black border. The BOY has his own photo and is SIX YEARS OLD. The Colonel is stretching his aching back. The red light is still there.
FADE OUT.
SUPER: After a long and bloody struggle, the war finally ended. An armistice was declared. The Cylons left Kobol for another world to call their own.
EXT. SPACE - ARMISTICE STATION
The Transport is docked at the station.
SUPER: A remote space station was built where Cylon and Human could meet and maintain diplomatic relations. Every month, the Colonials send an officer.
INT. ARMISTICE STATION
The Colonel leans way back in his chair, is about to nod off.
SUPER: The Cylons send no one. No one has seen or heard from the Cylons in over forty
years.
Suddenly the door in the room OPENS.
The Colonel lurches forward in shock -- what the hell? Then his jaw drops when TWO CYLONS ENTER. Chrome metal bodies, red eyes tracking back and forth. Similar to the 1970s version of the Cylon warriors, but sleeker, more advanced, and more fluid in their movements. They take a couple steps into the room and then stop. They stand there like silent deadly sentinels, making no move for their weapons.
Silence. The Colonel remains at the desk, surprised, but trying to be professional.
Then another shock. The Cylons step aside and a beautiful WOMAN ENTERS. She looks to be in her twenties, with long flowing raven-black hair, drop-dead looks and a perfect body. Her every move, every gesture is smooth and precise. Her eyes are keenly intelligent. She sits down across from the shocked Colonel and favors him with a coquettish smile.
He blinks in surprise, smiles back.
She reaches across the small table, softly cups his chin, brings it to her and kisses him gently, tenderly. She breaks the kiss, looks into his eyes.
WOMAN
Are you alive?
COLONEL
Yes...
WOMAN
Prove it.
He's totally flummoxed. Doesn't know what to make of this. But she is devastatingly beautiful, and when she pulls him into a deeper and more sensual embrace, he doesn't resist. Her hands slip into his shirt, his pants. His fingers fumble with her clothes. Her face drifts over his shoulder and we look into her eyes. She smiles a secret smile to herself.
EXT. SPACE - ARMISTICE STATION
The Colonel's Colonial Transport EXPLODES.
INT. ARMISTICE STATION
The Colonel hears the explosion, tries to pull away, but she is far stronger than he is. She holds him tight. Then too tight. He has a moment of horrifying realization -- then she smiles a sweet sad smile once more. The metal Cylons stand there impassively, silently. Red eyes moving back and forth...
The entire room EXPLODES around them.
EXT. SPACE - ARMISTICE STATION
Conclusion: 40 years ago the Colonies were trying to kill each other. The quorum of twelve is therefor a recent experiment and probably still very flawed.
On another note. I want Kara/Helo and Kara/Anders icons.
ETA: I also was meaning to ask; What happened to her jacket?
SUPER: The Cylons were created by Man.
EXT. SPACE - ARMISTICE STATION
A tiny SPACE STATION hangs in the deep void.
FADE OUT.
SUPER: They were the product of a desire to make life easier on the planet Kobol.
EXT. SPACE - ARMISTICE STATION
A small COLONIAL TRANSPORT glides into frame and toward a docking with the station. There are no other ships or planets visible.
FADE OUT.
SUPER: At first, they were simple robots. Toys. Conversation pieces at parties for the rich and trendy.
INT. ARMISTICE STATION
A simple, spare room of steel. Two doors on opposite sides. One metal table in the center. A MAN dressed in a Colonial lieutenant's uniform ENTERS from one door, carrying a briefcase. The Lieutenant sits in one of only two chairs in the room -- one cushioned, one bare metal. A table sits between them. Sitting on the table is what looks like a gooseneck lamp topped by a single RED LIGHT that oscillates back and forth, passively "watching" everything in the room.
He opens his briefcase and takes out a few personal items -- a PICTURE FRAME of his WIFE, a book, some official paperwork. Sets them on the table. Looks like he's going to be here a while. The Lieutenant glances up at the door across from him. It remains closed. He picks up the book, sighs and begins to read.
FADE OUT.
SUPER: The Cylons became more advanced. Began to work the mines. Do the hard and dangerous work Man no longer wished to do.
INT. ARMISTICE STATION
Hours later. The Lieutenant is packing up his briefcase. He leaves through the same door whence he entered, passing by a Colonial FLAG, which is the only decoration in the room.
FADE OUT.
SUPER: And when the people of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol decided to war against each other, the Cylons began to do their fighting and killing for them too.
INT. ARMISTICE STATION
The same Man ENTERS the same room, but now he's OLDER, wearing the rank of Captain. He opens his briefcase, takes out some personal items including a NEW framed photo of an OLDER wife. Nothing's changed in the room. The gooseneck with the red light still sits there on the table. The Captain sits in the chair, begins to do some paperwork -- which includes some diagrams and photos of the original mechanistic Cylons.
FADE OUT.
SUPER: The Cylons were the greatest soldiers the planet had ever seen. Smart. Fast. Deadly. They made decisions without waiting for orders.
INT. ARMISTICE STATION
The Captain is now a Major. Some grey in his hair. The picture on the table is that of an older wife holding a BABY. Still no one else in the room. The Major is idly waving a finger in front of the oscillating RED LIGHT, following it back and forth, back and forth...
FADE OUT.
SUPER: And then the day came when the Cylons decided to kill their masters.
INT. ARMISTICE STATION
The Major is now a Lt. Colonel. More grey in the hair. The photo now shows his wife and THREE YEAR OLD BOY. The Lt. Colonel is doing some kind of word puzzle, his feet on the table.
FADE OUT.
SUPER: The Twelve Colonies rallied together for the first time in centuries. Betrayed by their own technology, they fought the Cylons with weapons that didn't rely on computers.
INT. ARMISTICE STATION
The Lt. Colonel is now a full Colonel. The Wife's photo is now in a separate frame, with a black border. The BOY has his own photo and is SIX YEARS OLD. The Colonel is stretching his aching back. The red light is still there.
FADE OUT.
SUPER: After a long and bloody struggle, the war finally ended. An armistice was declared. The Cylons left Kobol for another world to call their own.
EXT. SPACE - ARMISTICE STATION
The Transport is docked at the station.
SUPER: A remote space station was built where Cylon and Human could meet and maintain diplomatic relations. Every month, the Colonials send an officer.
INT. ARMISTICE STATION
The Colonel leans way back in his chair, is about to nod off.
SUPER: The Cylons send no one. No one has seen or heard from the Cylons in over forty
years.
Suddenly the door in the room OPENS.
The Colonel lurches forward in shock -- what the hell? Then his jaw drops when TWO CYLONS ENTER. Chrome metal bodies, red eyes tracking back and forth. Similar to the 1970s version of the Cylon warriors, but sleeker, more advanced, and more fluid in their movements. They take a couple steps into the room and then stop. They stand there like silent deadly sentinels, making no move for their weapons.
Silence. The Colonel remains at the desk, surprised, but trying to be professional.
Then another shock. The Cylons step aside and a beautiful WOMAN ENTERS. She looks to be in her twenties, with long flowing raven-black hair, drop-dead looks and a perfect body. Her every move, every gesture is smooth and precise. Her eyes are keenly intelligent. She sits down across from the shocked Colonel and favors him with a coquettish smile.
He blinks in surprise, smiles back.
She reaches across the small table, softly cups his chin, brings it to her and kisses him gently, tenderly. She breaks the kiss, looks into his eyes.
WOMAN
Are you alive?
COLONEL
Yes...
WOMAN
Prove it.
He's totally flummoxed. Doesn't know what to make of this. But she is devastatingly beautiful, and when she pulls him into a deeper and more sensual embrace, he doesn't resist. Her hands slip into his shirt, his pants. His fingers fumble with her clothes. Her face drifts over his shoulder and we look into her eyes. She smiles a secret smile to herself.
EXT. SPACE - ARMISTICE STATION
The Colonel's Colonial Transport EXPLODES.
INT. ARMISTICE STATION
The Colonel hears the explosion, tries to pull away, but she is far stronger than he is. She holds him tight. Then too tight. He has a moment of horrifying realization -- then she smiles a sweet sad smile once more. The metal Cylons stand there impassively, silently. Red eyes moving back and forth...
The entire room EXPLODES around them.
EXT. SPACE - ARMISTICE STATION
Conclusion: 40 years ago the Colonies were trying to kill each other. The quorum of twelve is therefor a recent experiment and probably still very flawed.
On another note. I want Kara/Helo and Kara/Anders icons.
ETA: I also was meaning to ask; What happened to her jacket?
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Date: 2005-08-16 11:15 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-08-16 11:41 am (UTC)Wait.. I shouldn't tell you things like that..
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Date: 2005-08-16 11:42 am (UTC)OMG, the belly kissing!
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Date: 2005-08-16 12:06 pm (UTC)Dammit!!
And I know! I thought of you when he did that LOL! (Because of your belly icon(s)!)
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Date: 2005-08-16 12:13 pm (UTC)Kara's belly is a thing of beauty.
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Date: 2005-08-16 12:16 pm (UTC)*sighs*
Shut up Anders!muse *thwaps muse*
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Date: 2005-08-16 12:31 pm (UTC)werk
Date: 2005-08-16 11:32 am (UTC)ah en nog gelezen dat ze volk zoeken dat Engels spreekt om in Zaventem foreign passengers verder te helpen, 20u/week.
*shrugs* misschien nutteloos dat ik dat hier allemaal zeg maar wie weet hebt ge er iets aan?
werk zoeken.. ugh :S
Re: werk
Date: 2005-08-16 11:38 am (UTC)Ja en dan in rokje staan zeker? =oP
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Date: 2005-08-16 01:01 pm (UTC)en ja, een rok is een geweldige opoffering voor werk zeker? :P
Re: werk
Date: 2005-08-16 01:51 pm (UTC)Re: werk
Date: 2005-08-16 04:16 pm (UTC)hee, you just called me woman! i thought i'd never hear those words *blushes*
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Date: 2005-08-16 01:22 pm (UTC)On an unrelated note, since we were talking about podcasts the other day,
It's more objective than the other one and a straight-up recap of what Moore says without personal comments. And it's spoiler-free too.
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Date: 2005-08-16 01:50 pm (UTC)Oooooo, thank you! *checks it out*
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Date: 2005-08-16 03:38 pm (UTC)*ravish*
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Date: 2005-08-16 08:57 pm (UTC)*spams*
Date: 2005-08-16 09:05 pm (UTC)"But--"
"No." Helo glared at her.
Kara glared right back, "But--"
"What the frak are you two arguing about?" Sharon was getting sick of this. And sick of the way Kara wouldn't quite look at her.
"I left my jacket in the compound."
"We're not turning around to get your jacket, Starbuck," Helo snapped, "And that's final."
"But it's my jacket!"
Sharon rolled her eyes. Humans. "Are you willing to jeopardize this entire mission, just for a jacket?"
"It was my dad's."
A shiver went through the Cylon, and she stepped back. "Well, I'm sorry, but we're not going back for it. And that's final."
"I could knock you out and fly this bucket myself--"
"But you won't."
Kara glared at her, then at Helo, and suddenly slumped. "No. I won't."
"Hey." Helo punched her arm. "You'll see it again. Anders will probably keep it warm for you."
She shrugged and looked away. "So, how much longer till we're back to civilization?"
"Two more jumps." Sharon couldn't help the movement, and flinched herself when Kara jerked away from the hand she'd laid on her shoulder. "I'll--go finish getting them set up." She fled back to the cockpit.
"Kara--"
"She's still a Cylon, Karl." But the words had less bite than before, and she sounded worn down.
"Fine. Go take a nap or something, or the old man will wonder what the hell is wrong with you."
A strange smile touched her lips, but she moved towards the pile of bedding Sharon had been using. "Yeah. Probably. If he doesn't just chuck us out an airlock."
"Let's hope not."
Re: *spams*
Date: 2005-08-16 09:09 pm (UTC)