Attention Crew of Galactica:posted Jul 15th 2009, 10:37AM
Mood:
This is the Admiral.
No doubt you have realized we have arrived at a planet suitable for life. A planet rich with oxygen, water, plant life, and land.
However, where there is light, there is also darkness.
We have arrived at a World at War.
Two factions are fighting against each other with a ferocity I have rarely seen. But I do not fault them for this. They fight against an evil stronger than we will ever know, the same evil that destroyed our colonies.
Crew of Galactica, Members of the Fleet, we can NOT allow this type of tyranny to grow...we know all to well it's effects.
We will fight, until we can fight no more.
We will launch every munition we have, until we are forced to throw rocks.
We will use every last drop of fuel, until we must run into combat.
We WILL defeat this enemy, just as we have defeated larger forces in the past.
With the help of our allies, we WILL be victorious over .
I am Admiral William Adama, Commander of the Battlestar Galactica.
Five Years ago, Myself, The Crew of the Galactica, and the remnant of the Colonial Fleet escaped certain obliteraition at the hands of a merciless and unfeeling enemy. Our home world was presumed destroyed, and we, what is left of humanity, have been drifting through space, attempting to find a planet where we could take refuge, and possibly colonize.
So far, this place, "Sheezy-Art", as you call it, seems peaceful enough. Oxygen, Liquid Water, other life forms, and No DRADIS contacts.
I only hope that President Roslin was correct in assuming we would be welcome here..
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