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We're eight hundred yahren into what they're starting to call The Thousand Yahren War. It started out as the Hasari Intervention, the Colonies stepping in to help our friends and biggest trading partners deal with an invasion by an expanding empire of warlike reptiles called the Cylons. When we got into an all out war with them in turn, it became the Cylon War. The Hasari are extinct now. At some point a few hundred yahren ago, the Cylons went extinct too, or nearly so, replaced by their robotic war machines. Nobody is sure exactly when the machines took over the war, but now it just keeps dragging on and on and on.

The Cylons, the machine Cylons anyway, aren't very creative. Better minds than mine think the original Cylons evolved as pack hunters, and their machines are programmed in a similar manner. They aren't clever, or even particularly devious. They make up for it with brute force and tactics that are unconcerned with casualties. They'll just strip mine another planet for the resources to build more Cylons. We've been able to fight them to a stalemate even without going to a total war footing, and that's been good enough for our people.

It's a mistake. The Cylons won't quit. No one's even sure that they can quit. If all the reptile Cylons are dead, then who's left that can call them off? Every time I climb into my Starhound, I know I will be outnumbered three to one. So far, it hasn't mattered. But the Cylons don't stop coming, and I can't stay lucky forever. If I don't fight, that blue jewel below me will be nuked to ashes, and the machines won't even blink those red sweeping eyes of theirs when they drop the bombs.

Lords of Kobol, if ever we needed your light, it's now. In the meantime it's time for me to get in the fight.

Modeled with Trimble SketchUp. Rendered with Kerkythea.

Description
We're eight hundred yahren into what they're starting to call The Thousand Yahren War. It started out as the Hasari Intervention, the Colonies stepping in to help our friends and biggest trading partners deal with an invasion by an expanding empire of warlike reptiles called the Cylons. When we got into an all out war with them in turn, it became the Cylon War. The Hasari are extinct now. At some point a few hundred yahren ago, the Cylons went extinct too, or nearly so, replaced by their robotic war machines. Nobody is sure exactly when the machines took over the war, but now it just keeps dragging on and on and on.

The Cylons, the machine Cylons anyway, aren't very creative. Better minds than mine think the original Cylons evolved as pack hunters, and their machines are programmed in a similar manner. They aren't clever, or even particularly devious. They make up for it with brute force and tactics that are unconcerned with casualties. They'll just strip mine another planet for the resources to build more Cylons. We've been able to fight them to a stalemate even without going to a total war footing, and that's been good enough for our people.

It's a mistake. The Cylons won't quit. No one's even sure that they can quit. If all the reptile Cylons are dead, then who's left that can call them off? Every time I climb into my Starhound, I know I will be outnumbered three to one. So far, it hasn't mattered. But the Cylons don't stop coming, and I can't stay lucky forever. If I don't fight, that blue jewel below me will be nuked to ashes, and the machines won't even blink those red sweeping eyes of theirs when they drop the bombs.

Lords of Kobol, if ever we needed your light, it's now. In the meantime it's time for me to get in the fight.

Modeled with Trimble SketchUp. Rendered with Kerkythea.