NeilGartner
January 11th, 2004, 08:51 PM
Author's Notes: This is another chapter from my 'Farscape: The Lost Warrior' series, which involves a massive crossover from Farscape, Stargate SG-1 and the original Battlestar Galactica. This chapter involves the Cylon invasion of Scarran space.
I figured that some people here after seeing the 'reimagining' of Battlestar Galactica mini would want to see 'real' Cylons in action. Chrome suits and all! Cylons are meant to be scary... not sexy! :D
Here's the Link to my website if you wish to read more: http://www.mnsi.net/~tower/ftlw/main.htm
For now, please read and enjoy! And feedback is welcomed!
Chapter Six: Enemies Within
[Scarran Space – Katratzi]
In the War Council chamber the holographic images played out like a bad dream for all who were seated around the ‘C’ shaped table. They all watched attentively, except for Emperor Staleek… He’d already seen similar recordings a hundred times before and they all ended the same way. Staleek had no desire to make this viewing one hundred and one. He kept his eyes focused on the table, anywhere except at the playing image.
To him, it was his darkest fear. What he saw was not only the possible fall of the Scarran Empire, but also the extinction of the entire race itself.
The image playing showed nearly five hundred battered and nearly exhausted Scarren and Charrid soldiers lined up in a hastily dug trench, staring out over the horizon, waiting for something. Something they all hoped wouldn’t come.
The image panned up out of the trench to the far distant landscape as the camera operator focused on thousands of glimmering flashes appearing on the rocky plain in the afternoon sunlight.
The camera clicked and zoomed in on the source of the shiny reflections…
There, row upon row and shoulder-to-shoulder, stretching out in a formation that seemingly went on forever, were thousands of Cylons. Their silver and golden armor sparkled in the bright daylight as they marched on course, straight for the waiting defenders.
A Charrid could be heard shouting, “They’re coming!!”
More shouts and cries could be heard. Many of them sounded panic stricken.
A Scarren officer roared out to his troops, “Ready all weapons!”
The Cylons continued their steady advance step by step and the defenders waited until they could see the red of their sensor eyes.
“Open fire!!” The Scarran officer shouted.
Pulse blast rounds, bazooka shots, gyro-jet projectiles, tak charges, every weapon the defenders had, they let loose. So devastating was the assault that the attackers disappeared from view in the ensuing flame and smoke. For a moment, it seemed nothing could survive that initial volley.
As the black clouds of smoke and dust cleared, movement could be detected as the Cylon army broke out of the smoke and dust. Their formation seemed unbroken as they continued their apparently unstoppable march toward the defenders in the trench. Step after step after step…
“FIRE AT WILL!!!”
Was it a Scarran or a Charrid that screamed that order? It no longer mattered, because the defenders started to throw all they had left against the approaching Cylons.
As the machines drew nearer, the camera zoomed in again and it showed the lead Cylons of the formations were indeed smashed and in ruin, with arms, legs and even heads missing. Incredibly, the Cylons behind them were apparently holding their destroyed counterparts up like shields against the incoming fire.
When the Cylons were within fifty feet of the trenches, the mechanical army released the smouldering remains of their frontline comrades and returned fire with their blaster rifles. The sheer volume and power of the Cylon’s weapons was overwhelming.
The camera operator dropped down just in time to avoid the incoming bombardment. Those who remained standing were instantly killed or blown back down into the trench by the concussive force of the intense barrage.
The camera levelled off to show a Scarran soldier standing back up to return fire, only to have his head cleanly taken off by a well-placed Cylon blaster shot.
“Stand and fight, you cowards!”
The camera operator turned toward the shouting and showed a Scarran officer trying to stop a group of Charrids from fleeing the trench.
“There’s no place left to run! Fight!” He shouted to the terrified Charrids.
Unbelievably, three of the Charrids levelled their weapons and fired several bursts into the Scarran before running by him as he collapsed to the ground, wounded. The fleeing Charrids didn’t get far before they were cut down by hostile fire. The camera turned back and up to the source of the weapons fire.
The Cylons were standing on top of the trench in massive numbers and were pouring more fire down on the trapped defenders. Some Cylons actually dropped their rifles and drew swords from their belts before jumping into the trench amongst the ranks of Charrids and Scarrans. This was immediately followed by more screams, as the remaining defenders were blasted or sliced apart.
However, the Scarrans and the Charrids fought back with all they had. One wounded Scarran surrounded by three Cylons primed a grenade before setting it off, taking his attackers with him in a thunderous explosion.
The Scarrans continued to battle on fiercely while the Charrids were now panicking, firing their weapons madly, no longer caring if they were hitting friend or foe in the crossfire. All sense of order was collapsing.
Another Scarran was physically struggling with one silver Cylon who was trying to impale him with his sword. The Scarran was a foot taller and much more massive than the machine he was battling against, but the Cylon pushed his larger opponent easily against the trench wall. With one hand on the Scarran, the Cylon raised the sword to jab it into the creature’s chest. The desperate Scarran soldier grabbed the mechanical arm to stop the descending blade. Even with use of both arms against its one, the Scarran couldn’t match the sheer strength of the Cylon. Slowly, the blade was pushed down against his chest before jabbing and powering through the Scarran’s armor and tough hide. The Scarran convulsed and coughed up blood as the blade penetrated his chest until he grew silent. Without delay, the victorious Cylon pulled the blade free before scanning for new targets.
Staleek could hear War Minister Ahkna, next to him, letting out what could be considered a frightful hiss as she observed the cruel efficiency of the Cylons. For so long, the Scarrans had believed that they were without equal, that they were destined to conquer this region of space and beyond. Now, they were facing an enemy even more powerful and brutal.
Returning attention to the holographic image, they all watched two Charrids who were on their knees begging for mercy as one Cylon advanced upon them. His sword was covered with the green and blue of Charrid and Scarran blood. The Cylon stopped before them and showed no mercy as the machine raised its blade and chopped both of them down in turn. Their pitiful wails and screeches didn’t last long.
The machines knew how to kill and there was no hesitation or second-guessing in their actions. Nor there was either hate or pleasure taken in the slaughter. The Scarrans and Charrids were merely targets or obstacles to be removed.
I figured that some people here after seeing the 'reimagining' of Battlestar Galactica mini would want to see 'real' Cylons in action. Chrome suits and all! Cylons are meant to be scary... not sexy! :D
Here's the Link to my website if you wish to read more: http://www.mnsi.net/~tower/ftlw/main.htm
For now, please read and enjoy! And feedback is welcomed!
Chapter Six: Enemies Within
[Scarran Space – Katratzi]
In the War Council chamber the holographic images played out like a bad dream for all who were seated around the ‘C’ shaped table. They all watched attentively, except for Emperor Staleek… He’d already seen similar recordings a hundred times before and they all ended the same way. Staleek had no desire to make this viewing one hundred and one. He kept his eyes focused on the table, anywhere except at the playing image.
To him, it was his darkest fear. What he saw was not only the possible fall of the Scarran Empire, but also the extinction of the entire race itself.
The image playing showed nearly five hundred battered and nearly exhausted Scarren and Charrid soldiers lined up in a hastily dug trench, staring out over the horizon, waiting for something. Something they all hoped wouldn’t come.
The image panned up out of the trench to the far distant landscape as the camera operator focused on thousands of glimmering flashes appearing on the rocky plain in the afternoon sunlight.
The camera clicked and zoomed in on the source of the shiny reflections…
There, row upon row and shoulder-to-shoulder, stretching out in a formation that seemingly went on forever, were thousands of Cylons. Their silver and golden armor sparkled in the bright daylight as they marched on course, straight for the waiting defenders.
A Charrid could be heard shouting, “They’re coming!!”
More shouts and cries could be heard. Many of them sounded panic stricken.
A Scarren officer roared out to his troops, “Ready all weapons!”
The Cylons continued their steady advance step by step and the defenders waited until they could see the red of their sensor eyes.
“Open fire!!” The Scarran officer shouted.
Pulse blast rounds, bazooka shots, gyro-jet projectiles, tak charges, every weapon the defenders had, they let loose. So devastating was the assault that the attackers disappeared from view in the ensuing flame and smoke. For a moment, it seemed nothing could survive that initial volley.
As the black clouds of smoke and dust cleared, movement could be detected as the Cylon army broke out of the smoke and dust. Their formation seemed unbroken as they continued their apparently unstoppable march toward the defenders in the trench. Step after step after step…
“FIRE AT WILL!!!”
Was it a Scarran or a Charrid that screamed that order? It no longer mattered, because the defenders started to throw all they had left against the approaching Cylons.
As the machines drew nearer, the camera zoomed in again and it showed the lead Cylons of the formations were indeed smashed and in ruin, with arms, legs and even heads missing. Incredibly, the Cylons behind them were apparently holding their destroyed counterparts up like shields against the incoming fire.
When the Cylons were within fifty feet of the trenches, the mechanical army released the smouldering remains of their frontline comrades and returned fire with their blaster rifles. The sheer volume and power of the Cylon’s weapons was overwhelming.
The camera operator dropped down just in time to avoid the incoming bombardment. Those who remained standing were instantly killed or blown back down into the trench by the concussive force of the intense barrage.
The camera levelled off to show a Scarran soldier standing back up to return fire, only to have his head cleanly taken off by a well-placed Cylon blaster shot.
“Stand and fight, you cowards!”
The camera operator turned toward the shouting and showed a Scarran officer trying to stop a group of Charrids from fleeing the trench.
“There’s no place left to run! Fight!” He shouted to the terrified Charrids.
Unbelievably, three of the Charrids levelled their weapons and fired several bursts into the Scarran before running by him as he collapsed to the ground, wounded. The fleeing Charrids didn’t get far before they were cut down by hostile fire. The camera turned back and up to the source of the weapons fire.
The Cylons were standing on top of the trench in massive numbers and were pouring more fire down on the trapped defenders. Some Cylons actually dropped their rifles and drew swords from their belts before jumping into the trench amongst the ranks of Charrids and Scarrans. This was immediately followed by more screams, as the remaining defenders were blasted or sliced apart.
However, the Scarrans and the Charrids fought back with all they had. One wounded Scarran surrounded by three Cylons primed a grenade before setting it off, taking his attackers with him in a thunderous explosion.
The Scarrans continued to battle on fiercely while the Charrids were now panicking, firing their weapons madly, no longer caring if they were hitting friend or foe in the crossfire. All sense of order was collapsing.
Another Scarran was physically struggling with one silver Cylon who was trying to impale him with his sword. The Scarran was a foot taller and much more massive than the machine he was battling against, but the Cylon pushed his larger opponent easily against the trench wall. With one hand on the Scarran, the Cylon raised the sword to jab it into the creature’s chest. The desperate Scarran soldier grabbed the mechanical arm to stop the descending blade. Even with use of both arms against its one, the Scarran couldn’t match the sheer strength of the Cylon. Slowly, the blade was pushed down against his chest before jabbing and powering through the Scarran’s armor and tough hide. The Scarran convulsed and coughed up blood as the blade penetrated his chest until he grew silent. Without delay, the victorious Cylon pulled the blade free before scanning for new targets.
Staleek could hear War Minister Ahkna, next to him, letting out what could be considered a frightful hiss as she observed the cruel efficiency of the Cylons. For so long, the Scarrans had believed that they were without equal, that they were destined to conquer this region of space and beyond. Now, they were facing an enemy even more powerful and brutal.
Returning attention to the holographic image, they all watched two Charrids who were on their knees begging for mercy as one Cylon advanced upon them. His sword was covered with the green and blue of Charrid and Scarran blood. The Cylon stopped before them and showed no mercy as the machine raised its blade and chopped both of them down in turn. Their pitiful wails and screeches didn’t last long.
The machines knew how to kill and there was no hesitation or second-guessing in their actions. Nor there was either hate or pleasure taken in the slaughter. The Scarrans and Charrids were merely targets or obstacles to be removed.