Battlestar Galactica
Jeffrey A. Carver
Language: English
Pages: 352
ISBN: 0765355167
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Battlestar Galactica, an original SCI FI Channel miniseries, electrified viewers and critics alike and was hailed as a landmark in sci-fi television. Here, for the first time, is the novel based on that exciting drama.
For forty years, the Twelve Colonies of Man were at peace, united since the war against the robotic Cylons. These mechanical beings, created by mankind to perform the manual labor civilization required, were gone forever…or so humanity thought.
But in those years, the Cylons developed new Cylons that looked and acted like humans…and then they attacked the Twelve Worlds.
Only a single warship survived the massive attack: Battlestar Galactica, the oldest ship in the fleet, ready to be decommissioned and turned into a museum. Commander William Adama, himself set to retire, had but one course: to marshal his meager forces, and somehow keep the Cylons from wiping out the last vestiges of the human race. But their inhuman Cylon enemies―stronger, smarter, and driven to destroy―may be too powerful for them, and all of humanity, to survive.
walked on. “Fine. Good.” Laura raised her chin and said to Doral, “Would you be so good as to show us to our quarters now?” The brig was a small compartment, which always surprised Kara Thrace when she thought about it. She guessed there weren’t that many frak-offs like herself getting themselves locked up for stupid reasons. That was why there was just one guard, who had nothing to do but sign in visitors and let the food come through at mealtime. The place was grungy as hell, too. The
sensor, sweeping back and forth. And she got a look at something else, too, on her instruments. “Oh, frak me!” The thing was beaming an energy pulse at her. She checked her instruments again, and reported back to Galactica, “He’s radiating some sort of weapon at me, but it doesn’t seem to be having any effect.” And that sudden steadiness on the part of the Cylon gave her the opening she needed. She let loose a burst from her machine cannon, and the tracers fled out before her—and the Cylon
position. Lee’s eyes slowly came back into focus. “That was fun,” he croaked. Laura and Russo looked at each other, and suddenly began laughing, even though they had no idea what they were laughing about. “I think it worked,” Lee said woozily, as he struggled to get up. “What exactly did you do?” Laura asked. Blinking, he said, “I basically just used … the energy coils to manipulate the p-power of the hyper-drive.” Breathing hard, he continued, “Captain, you … spun up the hyperdrive … before
true. Leoben’s skin was now tinged with gray and green. He screwed up his face as if the very air was poisoning him. “Ahhh—!” he gasped, rolling his neck in pain. “What is it about this place? What’s it doin’ to me?” Adama stared coldly at him. “Must be your allergies.” Leoben raised his sweat-beaded head and widened his eyes as he looked at Adama. His face glistened with sweat as he suddenly broke into a grin. “I don’t have allergies.” “I didn’t think so,” Adama said in low, measured tones.
survivors? The rest of the fleet was being systematically destroyed, was it not—because the Cylons were infiltrating their computer networks?” Adama stirred, his eyes betraying nothing. “That was how it appeared, yes.” “Commander, the only reason this ship survived—the only reason any of us survived—is that you refused to allow any computer networking on Galactica. Despite the efforts of some people to change your mind.” Roslin paused, allowing a hint of genuine chagrin on her face. “For which