Star Wars v.s. Classic Battlestar Galactica. by John Damocles Smith (reading books for 7 year olds .TXT) 📕

that moment. If it wasn't for the fact that he was on standby he would have had the opportunity to use the cubits he had saved to place a few bets in the high-risk card game.
"Approaching objective, scanners activated." Boomer transmitted back to Core Command.
"Transmit readings." Core Command operative Rigel responded.
The four saw nothing at first and Boomer ordered his patrol to move in. Still nothing.
Boomer, Jolly, Greenbean and Ortega saw no evidence to suggest that anything out of the ordinary had ever occurred here, the conflict with the data collected by The Galactica

made them feel uneasy.
Weary of any danger, the viper pilots kept alert, Boomer contacted Core Command.
"Scanners detected nothing in relation to Galactica's

data, proceeding farther into the area to investigate."
Following Boomer's lead, his wing men pressed the turbo buttons on their viper's joystick-like yokes. Long, blue and white ion vapors shot out from their fighter's thrusters, accelerating them toward the centre of area where the unidentifiable phenomenon had been detected.
Then, debris registered, it filled the scanner displays in their cockpits as if detecting fragments from an asteroid field. He ordered his wing men to disengage their turbo thrusters.
"Frack! What could have possibly

done this?" Jolly could not help but feel baffled as to why there was so much debris and nothing on the scanners registering any likely cause.
"Yeah, it would take a whole destroyed fleet to create a mess like this one such a grand scale." Flight Sergeant Greenbean was equally surprised.
"A massive Cylon attack or something else we haven't seen?" Jolly was questioning his guess more to himself although addressing the other three Colonial Warriors.
"Possibly,..." Boomer agreed. "...but then again, considering whatever it was which The Galactica

had detected, it could be that and a new type of Cylon weapon being introduced into usage."
The thought was chilling. Boomer, Jolly, Greenbean and Ortega knew just as well as anyone else within The Twelve Colonies Of Man that Cylon technology exceeded their own, therefore the possibility felt all too plausible.
"Boomer!" Jolly exclaimed although each of their scanners had registered what his had detected simultaneously.
"Move out of the field, we need room to manoeuvre." Boomer quickly shouted his order.


Captain Apollo pushed 12 gold cubits to the centre of the table feeling confident about winning the pot from tonight's pyramids game. The excitement around the Bachelor Officer's Quarters at it's height as those of them spectating watched the final round.
All eyes went to Lieutenant Starbuck, the only player yet to decide whether to bet or abstain. He sat leaning back upon his chair, grin on his face, the fumarello he smoked clamped between his teeth at the right corner of his mouth. It was impossible to tell how good the cards he held were behind his lively manner.
"I'll match the bets." The crowd within the Bachelor Officer's Quarters sounded their collective "OOO-WWOOO" as Starbuck added his 12 cubits to the centre of the table bringing the pot to a total of 344.
Starting from the Lieutenant's left, each pilot showed their hands with Apollo's being the highest. The Captain, finding his best friend's grin amusing, smiled and asked "All right, what do you

have?"
"Here you are..." laying his cards down neatly, fumarello still between his teeth. "...FOUR... pyramids." The crowd's suspense finally relieved with a loud "OH" as pyramids expert Starbuck collected his winnings with both his arms stretched out.


Core Command Operative, 2ND Lieutenant Athena, juggled her duties and monitoring the pyramids game with separate scanners. Her Father, the legendary Commander Adama being off duty. Colonel Tigh taking the command shift.
The man she loved, the handsome, smart-aleck, fumarello-smoking, ace pilot, Lieutenant Starbuck, taking the winnings. She smiled, quieting her laughter so that no-one else within Core Command could hear her. Hardly surprising considering his proficiency at the card game. But one thing not surprising was that the man she loved was also the handsome, womanizing,

smart-aleck, fumarello-smoking, ace pilot. She used one of the scanners to monitor him as he left the Bachelor Officer's Quarters. He took a few corridors away from the ones leading to her quarters, her mistrust building. He eventually stopped by and used the cubits he won from the pyramids game to purchase two bottles of ambrosa. He promised to buy them some if he would win the game. Pleased, at seeing this, she waited in anticipation for her shift to end. Starbuck took the corridors toward Core Command and Athena's pleasure became short-lived, for he then took the passages away from both Core Command and her quarters and was shocked to learn of him visiting Cassiopeia. Before Cassiopeia became a Medtech she was a socialator-a 4,000 yahren old profession sanctified by the "elders", wherein a person obliges the desires of others.
"That

-little-sneak!" This expression Athena always found herself using whenever she caught Starbuck acting out his womanizing.
Jealous of his latest act of being unfaithful, especially to a socialator, who, in her angry thoughts, considered the profession to be that of nothing more than a glorified courtesan, Athena searched the controls throughout her station to look for something to use to get back at him.
"Is something wrong Lieutenant?" Flight Corporal Rigel-the other female Core Command Operative-called to her from her station.
"Nothing Corporal, I just thought that there was a defect in one of my controls just for a few microns."
Although there was nothing wrong with her controls there was, however, something else wrong. One which Core Command Operative-Sergeant Omega-detected upon his scanners.
Alarms ululated, lights turned red to signify alerts.
"Positive shields...." Colonel Tigh ordered, protective doors lowered like a slabs in front of the bridge's viewing port. "...scramble fighters."
Communications came through, the surprised Omega, despite the enemy being detected, announced to Colonel Tigh of his confirmed transmission from Lieutenant Boomer.
"Put it through." Tigh maintained his alert posture.
"Galactica

this is Lieutenant Boomer, you may stand down your red alert. In fact, we've brought you back a big

surprise.
As Boomer elaborated upon their story the crew of The Galactica

had been presented with a captured Cylon Basestar. Everyone within Core Command awestruck.
"How did you commandeer it with just the four of you?" Colonel Tigh asked after Boomer completed his transmission.
"No effort was required. It was totally unmanned when we found it. No Cylon Raiders being launched and every single Centurion destroyed. We saw evidence of it being in use only a few centares ago, but nothing to indicate anything as to why there wasn't a single entity-from whoever destroyed them-in it. It's like... they've all vanished.

And I mean in the literal sense of the word."
Colonel Tigh didn't know what to make of their patrol's findings.
"You mean to say that something destroyed The Cylons and left their Basestar intact?"
"As far as we could tell, that seems to be the case. As for the condition of the Basestar itself, it's intact with the exception of their Mega-Pulsar Cannons. There was, however, enough Cylon debris for four other Basestars." Boomer explained as best as their findings suggested to his patrol.
No reply from Colonel Tigh or anyone else. Jolly continued.
"We believe that the debris field of exploded vessels had something to do with it. The metal alloys are not Colonial or Cylon and they appear to have come from capital-class ships. We've retrieved a few samples I'm sure Dr. Wilker would like to take a look at."
"Anymore evidence of any kind relating to the phenomena we detected Boomer? Physical or other wise?"
"None whatsoever Colonel."


Hours before the Colonial patrol commandeered the Cylon Basestar. Darth Bane found himself on familiar ground. Half-way between his hideout and his shuttle. Not wishing to waste time due to his rendezvous with his apprentice Darth Zannah, he quickly boarded his shuttle and checked the chronometer. Despite the time which passed during his most outlandish experience, it was somehow the same time and date. Surprised to be able to rendezvous with his apprentice after all, he launched his shuttle and placed it on autopilot as soon as he left the atmosphere.
Instead of commencing his usual Sith meditation, he recalled the words of the future Sith Lord Darth Vader. He had mentioned Bane's holochron. Darth Bane still hadn't found the means to construct one. Considering this revelation, he made a detailed record of his time-travel experience. Months later, he found an ancient Sith Lord's record of an experience similar to his and encounters with tall blue beings who studied cultures from various timelines and parallel dimensions. The mention of parallel dimensions and those beings-which he himself had never encountered-would finally answer Darth Bane's question as to what truly happened to him.
Two years later, the great Sith Lord would finally find the means to construct a holochron of his very own. He would place this most precious of information within it for any future Sith Lord to find and, if they would encounter the Sorgarn, his avatar would urge them to capture their technology by whatever means necessary.
A millennium later, this information from the same holochron would eventually reach Darth Bruticus and his launching of a massive fleet of Imperial ships to the rebel-held world of Vargot in attempt to capture this exotic technology.


"Part #10 -Sorgarn, Seraphs And Sith."


Colleen Driscoll as Darth Shivilow.


Alex McKeel as Sith Lord Draconis and Snow Trooper TS 4142.


Joe Mignano as Darth Bruticus.


Awaiting their rendezvous with the Seraphs, Sorgarn research directors needed only to await for one of their incredibly fast "Ships Of Light" to find them. The Sorgarn were already familiar with those non-corporeal beings of light. A race centuries older than The Colonials and referred to as "Angels" in their religious text "The Book Of The Word." Themselves capable of travel through time, the Seraphs related to the scholarly Sorgarn well. Their capability to move through different dimensions, however, was not used in the same manner as that of The Sorgarn who used it to observe cultures. The Seraph, after capturing any less advanced being, use it to bring them into their ships. Any abductee or visitor would be transported into a different dimension once inside. This, the Sorgarn felt comfortable with due to their rare understanding of the concept.
None of the members of The Ministry Of Sorgarn Research felt any fear as soon as they sighted a ship of light, neither did they fear the strange piercing sound one would hear as soon as it approached. From the outside, it appeared as a group of luminous skyscrapers joined together by their bases in a cross shape and others attached to the middle on both sides at right angles. The whole superstructure being at least as large as an Imperial Super Star destroyer they have seen in their observations. The inside, where their meeting took place, appeared as a spacious, illuminated room walled with what appeared to be crystalline materials and transparent drapery hanging in various places.
"Welcome back Ministry Directors." One of the Serphs greeted the ten Sorgarn they were already familiar with. Their long, veiled, white robes sparked continuously.
"The Ministry Of Sorgarn Research extends it's greetings." Their leading director stepped forward. His movements made him seem to glide than walk. His speech, like all Sorgarn gave him a highly spiritual and noble demeanour. Almost matching that of the Seraphs.
"Since our last meeting we have managed to negate the effects of the trans-temporal & dimensional effects of those displaced into the dimension we met. Very few remain. As for those which do, we were unable to send them back to their proper planes of existence after the destruction of the control systems which resulted in transporting them. Because they've been in this universe for so long, their atomic structures have 'settled' here and we must therefore send them back manually."
The Seraph conducting the meeting