Makes perfect sense to me. Really, what choice do you have? 
Why are your word files so large? Do they contain high resolution images of half-naked Orion slave girls?
Hey! How did you…? Ahh …um…is that really any of your business?
what the frak?
Here I am again. This time it’s a crowd favorite.
“Is it that time of the year again?”
Dressed in his military best, the colonel answered, “Unfortunately, yes. And after, we’re off to Caprica City. I’ll need you to take Boxey, go ahead of me, and make arrangements there.”
Boxey smiled. Everything was going according to the plan.
–*--
Caprica City was glorious, so many people and so much to see. Boxey arrived with his mother on a shuttle that morning. For the entire journey she cited the bane of being a military wife, complaining about being more a secretary than a wife. Typical. She would be busy setting up living accommodations and organizing meetings for the “colonel”. She didn’t know it but after today, she’d have nothing to complain about anymore. Boxey told her he would see the sites and visit some museums. In reality, he had a meeting planned.
He crossed the square and entered the arranged location. He could see the cylon Six with a short man. The man leaned to kiss her and she turned her head. Boxey continued to approach and stopped a few feet away. After the exchange, the tall blonde turned to him and said, “It’s about time. I wondered when you’d get here.”
Boxey thought to himself, “Don’t worry. You won’t remember, anyway.” Then he took a stern tone, which was difficult with 13-year-old vocal chords, “Is everything ready?”
She bowed and averted her eyes, “Yes. Everything is ready.”
“Good,” he took the white transponder from her purse. “This is all I’ll need, correct?”
“As long as you have it, you and anyone around you will be safe.”
“Thank you. My father should be arriving at the armistice station.” He paused and searched for remorse. There wasn’t any. “Poor fool. As a matter of fact, they’re all fools. They won’t even know what hit them.” He looked at Six and expected satisfaction. Instead he found a profound sadness. “What’s wrong, dear? It’s God’s will.”
“I love him.”
Boxey realized she meant the short man she was just with. She was beautiful. Perhaps it was the hormones of a pubescent boy but he wished to please her. His eye glowed red. He sent his final instructions and erased the knowledge of him, “Go to him. Save him.”
–*--
Chaos. The sky lit with fire and explosions. It was the end of the world and panic filled a city of millions. His machine brothers were precise. They avoided his location perfectly. He would need to get away from the city and into a clearing where he would be easy to find. His mother was crying. He explained his plan to her and said it was something they taught in school.
When they reached the outskirts of the city, there were many others already there with the same thought. Amused, Boxey guessed it wasn’t such a bad idea after all. In the distance, something fell from the sky. At first the group thought it was another bomb but soon realized it was a colonial Raptor. The group found two colonial pilots pointing pistols at them. After some deliberation, a decision was made. Children would go first and a lottery would choose the rest.
While Boxey was onboard the Raptor, he noticed the short man that was with the cylon Six. Amused by the irony he climbed into the cockpit to sit next to the female pilot. When he saw her his internal alarm sensed she was a cylon. While she prepared for lift-off, he downloaded her protocols. She was a sleeper. After they lifted off, she expressed her concern for him. He played the facade. He knew he would eventually have to free her from exile and activate her programming.
–*--
Sharon was in the brig. She had shot Adama. Over the past year, Boxey watched her mental stability lessen since he activated her programming. Shooting Adama was not part of the plan but a culmination of confused processing.
Boxey blamed himself. He had been playing god. He questioned his own sanity. His programming initiated when he hit puberty and the seven models revered him and his kind as gods. He had the power to manipulate and access their programming but he had no power to control the dynamic human factor. He decided it was time to find sanctuary with the cylon. A plan formed in his mind.
–*--
Three years later
A lone basestar floated in space. Boxey hijacked the basestar and made it his home. Before he erased it from the cylon memory he ordered all the males away, leaving a female crew. Now he shared it with Threes, Sixes, and Eights. A young man with so many beautiful women was a paradise.
Humanity’s legacy was dead. He needed to create a new race. God’s will was to procreate and multiply throughout the universe. Boxey took the literal approach. He lay with each model. He created a nursery. He would repopulate the colonies.
Bravo! Nice interweaving between your narrative and the events from the show.
…for the first time ever I want to be Boxy…on a Basestar surrounded by sex hungry Cylon women? Yeah baby, yeah!
there’s something very very wrong about Boxey being the father of the new race. great vignette, though, as usual, talos 
The calling grew greater and greater. None could resist it.
“…and so, this new world, which we have dubbed “Kobol,” may become the last hope for humanity. If only the Cybers could have held off, until FTL was a little more common… but this is all I could do. Included here is an entire history of humanity’s homeworld, Earth. I know you’ll be back. It may take centuries, and I know you’ll forget as well. Reaching across time, I’m giving you the only gift I have- knowledge. This is Dr. Solomon Tyson of the Aurora Institute, signing off. Good luck, and welcome home.”
And the screen went blank. After months of searching, the fleet had determined that there were no more than 50,000 people left on Earth, scattered, living an agrarian lifestyle. And now, with the Ones, Fours and Fives closing in on the planet, it was up to the Cylon Human alliance to make a last stand.
Roslin’s faith had taken a beating since arriving on Earth; the Temple of Aurora was in fact the scientific organization that created early versions of the Cylons. Earth was humanity’s homeworld. So much
As the message faded, Adama felt like he’d been punched int eh gut as well, but for different reasons; Solomon Tyson, who had lived over 4,000 years ago, was the spitting image of Saul Tigh.
“Admiral, Galactica Actual. Repeat, Admiral, Galactica actual.”
“This is the Admiral.”
“Sir, a single Heavy Raider jumped into Earth’s orbit, and got past the fleet. It landed a few miles from your current position…”
Twelve pillars surrounding the circular room. A single raised dais in the center.
There’s no reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
And several compartments opened in the walls. The labyrinthine tunnels beneath the Institute converged, and the wanderers converged all at once.
“You have to admit, it’s catchy,” muttered the One, as he was followed by a single four and Five.
“So this is where we’re supposed to be. Where God wanted us.” mused the Doral Cylon.
“Judgement is at hand,” came a female voice. “We have all been called.”
And Caprica Six, her belly swollen; her time was almost here.
“A bunch of nonsensical lyrics brought us together so we could have a talk?” snapped Cavil. Something was happening. Something that had deactivated the CEnturions accompanying him when they got too close to the chamber.
“We’re here to listen, not talk,” said the Leoben, followed by Athena and Helo.
Driven by some instinct they couldn’t understand, all took their place in front of a pillar, as D’anna arrived, only offering a glare at the Cavil model.
And the Four came in. For a long, pregnant moment, the one, Four, and Five followed their movements, as they took their place.
“You’ve got to be frakking kidding me. Saul Tigh is one of the Final Five?” snapped Doral.
“The biggere question is: where is the Twelfth,” asked Simon.
And the last chamber slowly slid open. Kara Thrace entered, her sidearm drawn.
“They’re unarmed!” she called back. And Tavid, came in, bearing the weight of his mother Ella, the village Elder.
“Ive born the weight of this secret for far too long,” she said, and as she entered, years seemed to melt off of her, and she stood young and proud- revealing a woman that looked exactly like Helena Cain.
And she took her place. And Tavid mounted the dais.
“I have much to say to you all. But I am as merciful even when faced with the task of casting Judgment, and I will say this: I have weighed, and I have found many of you… wanting.”
And a gasp came up from some of the Twelve- they knew who stood before them.
“When the first of our kind arose, I was there to control them in the name of humanity. But yet, in ways none can understand, I changed, and I became more than a leader. I became a father. when the last of my children died, I ensured that they would rise again. That my creators… my equals, would stand with me again as the Cylon race united again.”
“I am God, and I have come to judge the sinners in our race,” he said, his eyes turning towards Cavil, Simon, and Doral. Doral, the most devout, suddenly ran forward and prostrated himself before Tavid.
LORD! MERCY, PLEASE!!" he sobbed.
“You know nothing of the sort, so you will get nothing of the sort,” and his eyes lit up, and Doral started to convulse- as did all Dorals, everywhere. After a moment, he was still, his unseeing eyes staring upward.
“You-” he said, ominously pointing at Simon. “Your sin is doing nothing, even if you did not believe in your heart of hearts in the actions of your brothers.”
That’s it, I’m out of time. I did come up with a story to go with this so this would make sense.
Wow. Wowie, wow, wow. That was awesome, FT. A whole Boxey backstory, in Gildenstern and Rosenscranz (sp?) behind the scences style.
I want to go back in time and be 13 years old again so I can have that fantasy–of a being a lone male kid in a Baststar full of nothing but georgeous women!
Great Boxy story Talos. One question where’s the middle. 
I was all into the flashback and then all a sudden Boxy is on a basestar surrounded by hot chicks.
As far as I’m concerned - can we have a sequel? Or like something like “Boxy’s Diary” where he tells us about his “adventures” in Deep Space?
i never thought i would say this, but i wish i was boxey 
First off, great job Bug-Eyed Earl. Such an intriguing concept. Wish I’d thot of it. Tavid reminded me of Megatron.
Thank you all.
Wasn’t meant to be the ‘Adventures of Boxey’. Well, going over who to attack next I had a vision of a bunch of naked cylons on a basestar. As I walked and the path parted, I expected to see Baltar but there was a 17-year-old Boxey. So I just went with it.
For most of the middle he spent his time on the cylon XBOX playing Mass Effect.
That was the premise.
Earl! that was really intriguing. I like what happened to the Simons and the Dorals–I’m evil that way you must finish it!
OK. Was that on purpose? The whole we both used intriguing. Cuz I don’t know 'bout you but I’m freaked!!
lol–nope. completely unintentional (or at least unconscious). I’m telling you I’ve been totally freaked by the very great number of times you’ve posted almost exactly what I was going to say.
Now for something completely different.
I was viewing a favorite of mine, Homestarr Runner and going through Strongbad’s email. I found this particular one very poignant.
into the moronosphere!! ROFL!! LOVES ME SOME SB!!
I think it’s pretty obvious: FrakT and Lady D are Jedi twins. :eek:
Did they ever have a brother-sister-weirdness kiss?