Out in the depths of unknown space, a singular set of events are, or were, or will be about to occur.

A farfetched branch of mankind, living in a decadent culture, will be attacked by the creatures of steel which they created, and must find a path of escape if the human race as they understand it are to be continued with.

Let's have our own look at all of this.

“Make it happen.”

We are.  You'll see it soon upon your screen.  Scroll down and Lo, what is this?

Man? Man must perish.

On the edge of space hangs a lone object.  It is in this space station that man is to meet with Cyclon to discuss possible accord.

Instead, the Cyclons blow up the space station!

There will be no accords.

A groundside look at one of the planets inhabited by man—now watched by the baleful regard of Cyclons.

A scrambled culture.

They pursue their Sybaritic amusements.

Commander Joshua Bear learns of the Cyclon strike.

“Seems like they will be re-commissioning the Battlest*r for war.

Hell, I'd hoped to take it easy, hneh, hneh.”

“We're all set for the adventure, Commander.

Looks like a mighty fine crew I've got.”

“Fully trained, Commander.  Ready, willing, and able.”

A rough takeoff.

“Hard to get a handle on it in space.”

“Helpful thought to bring a doctor along.”

“This crystal might tell us where Earth is.”

Later.  “Perhaps it would be hip to find the planet we came from instead of all this warfare.”

“Dwelling sounds good—what's that flash?”

Man must not live in indolence.  Is the woman she who was appointed unto you?

“Possibly we need a new President with better policies.”

“Or a new planet with the same!”

New C*aprica.  “You people will like your new environment.  Meanwhile we will continue with the interrupted discussions of accord.”

“If so, this is liking it!”

“Escape is the only option.”

“We need a more radical shift in our plans.”

“Funny, but I'm starting to wonder if I'm a Cyclon.”

“There's something funny aboard this ship.”

“Madame President, your dreams have come true! The mystic route to Earth shall be revealed to you!”

“I have the strange feeling some of my fellow-travelers are Cyclons.”

“Ya better start swimming or you'll sink like the Stones…”

Amanda Starboard tries a unique experiment in spatial navigation…

“It'll be all right, folks.  It all comes out in the wash.”

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