[TM 242] bad news
It won’t come as any big surprise. There is no one on the crew that isn’t aware that we’ve come under attack, that hadn’t felt the impact, seen an explosion, nursed a fallen comrade.
And yet, the news is still likely to come as a blow-the scope of the attacks, the magnitude of the casualties-is beyond comprehension.
The world-the universe-as we’ve known it has changed. The colonies have been obliterated. I peruse the reconnaissance photographs once again-nothing but destruction, disaster, and death.
It was worse than the horror visited upon humanity by the first Cylon war. At least then we had a chance-we’d seen the signs leading up to that war, expected it.
I look at the photograph of Tauron. It bears little resemblance to my home colony. The planet had been all but destroyed once before, but we recovered, came back. And now, once more, it’s gone.
And now, so are Caprica, Scorpia, Aerelon, Geminon, and the rest.
And now, I have to let my crew know that they may well be all that’s left of humanity.
I pick up the comm unit and prepare to deliver the news. There’s no use in beating around the bush.
Muse: Admiral Helena Cain
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica 2003
Word Count: 204
And yet, the news is still likely to come as a blow-the scope of the attacks, the magnitude of the casualties-is beyond comprehension.
The world-the universe-as we’ve known it has changed. The colonies have been obliterated. I peruse the reconnaissance photographs once again-nothing but destruction, disaster, and death.
It was worse than the horror visited upon humanity by the first Cylon war. At least then we had a chance-we’d seen the signs leading up to that war, expected it.
I look at the photograph of Tauron. It bears little resemblance to my home colony. The planet had been all but destroyed once before, but we recovered, came back. And now, once more, it’s gone.
And now, so are Caprica, Scorpia, Aerelon, Geminon, and the rest.
And now, I have to let my crew know that they may well be all that’s left of humanity.
I pick up the comm unit and prepare to deliver the news. There’s no use in beating around the bush.
Muse: Admiral Helena Cain
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica 2003
Word Count: 204