The fight for survival has begun...

Military Survivors: 4176
Civilian Survivors: 10,358
Total Known Survivors: 14,534

This is the first day of the second exodus.

3,600 years ago, an ancient Oracle known as Pythia wrote about the exile and rebirth of the human race. Her teachings were written upon a sacred scroll, telling the story of the twelve great tribes and the civilization they would create. Those teachings, those words, gave life to the Twelve Colonies of Kobol.

But Pythia also foretold our doom:

"All this has happened before. All this will happen again."

The Twelve Colonies of Kobol were twelve distinct worlds located in a remote part of our galaxy. For 2,000 years they were home to the descendants of humans participating in the exodus of Kobol. For most of the two millenia that these worlds were inhabited, the Twelve Colonies consisted of multiple sovereign states but, during the final fifty-two years leading up to the fall of the colonies, all twelve comprised a single state known as the United Colonies of Kobol. After the settlement, the colonies slowly began to prosper and eventually gave birth to a race of cybernetic lifeforms known as Cylons.

They walked among us, they worked alongside us, they became part of our families. Then one day, they evolved... they rebelled... They rose up and killed their creators.

Cylons and man engaged in a bitter twelve year conflict that ravaged both species, only to abruptly end when the Cylons ceased hostilities and offered to sign an armistice. With the signing of the Cimtar Peace Accords and the creation of Armistice Station near the border of Colonial territory, man and machine parted ways allowing the Colonies to rebuild and their people to regroup.

But now, many years later, man's creations have returned and waged a devastating war on their creators home planets. Setting off countless nuclear warheads and destroying the vast majority of the colonial fleet in orbit, the fall of the colonies was complete.

Now, life as we know it is at an end. The twelve colonies of Kobol, prosperous and deprived alike, are gone - wiped out by our own creations. The human race has been reduced to a rag tag group of misfits travelling the stars in search of a new home. We know of ships who fled the war zone, we know there are survivors. It will be our mission to reunite as many of the human race as possible and find a new home.

But Pythia was right; it happened before and now, years later, it has happened again.

Latest Mission Posts

» There's A Storm Coming...

Mission: The Day The Bombs Fell
Posted on Sun Feb 25th, 2018 @ 2:43pm by Commander Mitchell Hanson & Major Catherine Wolf

The pressure seal on the door to the wardroom was released following the customary spin of the door handle by the Marine that was seemingly now responsible for the Commander’s security and was following him everywhere like a chaperone, even opening and closing doors for the new commander of the…

» Chain of Command

Mission: The Day The Bombs Fell
Posted on Sun Feb 25th, 2018 @ 2:32pm by Commander Mitchell Hanson & Major Catherine Wolf & Captain Thaddeus Scott & Major Jonathan Kilmartin

Thaddeus sat in his office, his pen dancing artfully over the log book in front of him. His handwriting was masterfully even and indicated an attention to detail that was unique. His eyes were swollen and red from crying, yet he kept working. He had taken the time upon getting…

» Armageddon Part Three

Mission: The Day The Bombs Fell
Posted on Sun Feb 25th, 2018 @ 2:24pm by Captain Thaddeus Scott

The air was thick and the sounds of groaning and weeping could be heard above an eerie silence. He put his face in his left hand, and when he pulled it back, he saw a trail of blood on it. She was injured, but that didn’t matter at the moment.…

» Armageddon Part Two

Mission: The Day The Bombs Fell
Posted on Sun Feb 25th, 2018 @ 2:22pm by Captain Thaddeus Scott

Missiles, bullets, nukes. Colonial forces exchanged fire with their Cylon creations, explosions all around the hot zone of activity. Eight basestars surrounding the assembled fleet of Admiral Nagala. A brilliant flash of white signalled the arrival of a new ship into the combat zone and thankfully for the Colonial forces,…

» Armageddon

Mission: The Day The Bombs Fell
Posted on Sun Feb 25th, 2018 @ 2:20pm by Captain Thaddeus Scott

Her hard-soled boots tapped loudly on the deck-plating as she walked the corridors. The few crew who were still aboard moved out of her way as she stormed around them. Amaris Kendall moved fast; she always moved fast. The fact that she was reading from her clipboard didn’t slow her…