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[Phalla]ctica: Day Nine: A Measure of Salvation (Cylon Victory)
"The Sixes may be right", the Seven models said in unison after a while. "We propose a withdrawal until we can gather more information."
"We agree", the Eights said.
And one by one, the Cylon models voted in favor of withdrawing back to Cylon space. For the time being.
"So be it", Ten said.
Just as quickly as they had attacked, they left; for weeks, we did not see any sign of the cylons. Weeks became months. Once again, we hoped that the Cylons were gone for good; but they had suddenly returned once, so why not again? It was too still too early to hope for the best.
During the fleet's travels we found a habitable planet, with breathable oxygen, water, vegetation and even cover from DRADIS. Despite the search for Earth, most of the fleet elected to remain there. It seemed our search had come to a close early; but the people needed something to hold on to.
For almost a year New Phallica thrived, and hope grew that the human race would be safe once again.
Once again, we were wrong.
Less than fifty thousand of us now live on the Cylon occupied New Caprica, waiting for the return of the Phallastar Phallactica. Our freedoms are gone, the Cylons claiming to do what is best for us. But each day more people vanish without warning, taken by the New Phallica Police in the middle of the night.
A human police force, established by the frakking Cylons.
There's still hope, though. Hope that the Phallactica will return for us, to rescue the rest of the human race.