Remembering Battlestar Galactica

BattleStar Galactica Theme

In a distant part of the universe, a human civilization has extended to a group of planets known as the Twelve Colonies, to which they have migrated from their ancestral homeworld of Kobol. The Twelve Colonies have been engaged in a lengthy war with a cybernetic race known as the Cylons, whose goal is the extermination of the human race. The Cylons offer peace to the humans, which proves to be a ruse. With the aid of a human named Baltar, the Cylons carry out a massive attack on the Twelve Colonies and on the Colonial Fleet of starships that protected them. These attacks devastate the Colonial Fleet, lay waste to the Colonies, and virtually destroy their populations. Scattered survivors flee into outer space aboard a ragtag array of available spaceships. Of the entire Colonial battle fleet, only the Battlestar Galactica, a gigantic battleship and spacecraft carrier, now retired as a fifty year old museum artifact of Colonial War Days, appears to have survived the Cylon attack. Under the leadership of Commander William Adama, the Galactica and the pilots of "Viper fighters" lead a fugitive fleet of survivors in search of the fabled thirteenth colony known as Earth.

From the darkness you must fall

Failed and weak, to darkness all.

Virtual Six: "It is what makes you human."

Baltar: "Is it? Not conscious thought?

Not poetry, or art, or music, literature?

Murder. Murder is my heritage?"

[Dr. Gaius Baltar (James Callis),

Battlestar Galactica, Season 2: Fragged]

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Number Six: "You, your race, invented murder.

Invented killing for sport, greed, envy.

Its man's one true art form."

[Number Six (Tricia Helfer),

Battlestar Galactica, Season 2: Fragged]

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When an old enemy, the Cylons, resurface and obliterate the 12 colonies,

the crew of the aged Galactica protect a small civilian fleet - the last of

humanity - as they journey toward the fabled 13th colony, Earth.

All This Happened Before

by R.E. Slater [adapted]

"All this has happened before

and will happen again,"

thought the Admiral;

What do you hear, Starbuck?

"Nothing but the rain."

"And it will happen again,"

thought Adama, fleet commander,

of decommissioned warship Galactica,

following "the rain across galaxies,

with fleeing maiden ship's in tow.

Remnants of the Colonies,

led by haunted tones echoing

Galactica's steeled chambers,

where Tyrol, among the five,

lied the enemy they've created.

Awakening from slumber, Kara,

war goddess, harbinger of death,

rises its music, hearing its call,

reliving a time before time began,

remembering distant lands.

She, who led lost colonies,

to homelands far and distant, before

time had begun, lost to memory;

whose grand cities mirrored

their many mistakes to be made.

Leading her lost colonies, to

a distant place; Earth, say some.

"What do you hear, Starbuck?"

"As in the beginning, so in the end,

this has happened before and will again."

- R.E. Slater

*Adapted with gratitude from Poem Link;

original poem by Pop Culture

Dreams of Earth

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3216487/1/Appreciating-Poetry

-Lysandros of Caprica

Beloved of the Gods, the happiest mortal I seem,

Sitting before thee, rapt at thy sight, hearing

Thy soft laughter and thy voice most gentle,

Speaking so passionately.

Them in my chest, my heart wildly flutters,

And, when on thee I gaze ever so ardently,

Bereft am I of all power of utterance,

My tongue [lies utterly] useless.

There rushes at once through my flesh, a tingling, fire,

My eyes are deprived of all power of vision,

My ears hear nothing but sounds of winds roaring,

And all is blackness.

And then, like as with Ambrosia, sweetly green,

Fire burns racing beneath my skin, intoxicating,

And Love, the ineluctable, with bitter sweetness,

Shakes my being.

Down courses in streams the sweat of emotion,

A deep trembling overwhelms me, leaves me,

From all sense and reason bereft,

Mad in your eyes.

Come to me then, Beloved, loosen me from my torment,

And wrap me sweetly in thy limbs, dewed in passion,

Consummate a mortal's yearning, and Love,

From aching flesh, set free.

And like a God, I shall die within thy lap,

Content to fall before thee, trembling,

All my heart's fullment found,

[Full within] thy [adored] grace.

The raft was not as seaworthy,

as I had hoped. The waves

repeatedly threatened

to swamp it.

I wasn't afraid to die.

I was afraid of the

emptiness

I felt inside.

I couldn't feel anything.

And that's what scared me.

You came into my thoughts.

I felt them.

It felt good.

Stay Safe.

Because I like

being alive

at the same time

as you.

The Cylons were created by man.

They evolved.

They rebelled.

They look and feel human.

Some are programmed

to think they are human.

There are many copies.

And...

They have a PLAN....

REFERENCES

Wikipedia - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battlestar_Galactica

Wikipedia - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battlestar_Galactica:_The_Plan

WikiQuotes - https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Battlestar_Galactica_(2003)

BSG Poetry by Fans - http://www.galacticafanfic.com/stories/bsgpoem.html

To Be Played with Poem Below:

"Caprica in Autumn" by Pat Harkin

"Caprica in Autumn"

by Pat Harkin

My fondest memory of home

Is of Caprica in autumn,

When the frost first came,

And in the mornings,

The trees were red and silver

And the grass was diamonds

And the water was a glass mirror

To the flocks above

And the air was crisp

and smelled of harvest.

My fondest memory of home

Is of Caprica in autumn

With the still-strong sun

Warming the days

And we'd run in the light

And roll through the leaves

And watch the bright birds

Who made homes in the branches

And flew through the last days of glory.

My fondest memory of home

Is of Caprica in autumn,

When the evening chill came on

As the sun went down

And the shadows crept over

The thornforest hills

And the flower colors faded

As the stars above

Came out in the sky

from a bottomless well.

My fondest memory of home

Is of Caprica in autumn...

ACTORS DISCUSS ROLES &
SERIES-ENDING THOUGHTS

Battlestar Galactica's James Callis
on How HE Wanted Baltar's Story to End 





Tricia Helfer on the end of Battlestar Galactica

Battlestar Galactica Final Episode Thoughts

"The Frackin' Best Job I Ever Had!"

Farewell Battlestar Galactica. The Journey Is Over