You kids start school this week? Wow. That’s early. In New Hampshire it’s the end of August—the 29th I think.
kids go back day after labor day. teachers get 3 lovely days of “staff development” the week before 
Well I know that they host “different point of view” With shitloads of star wars stuff, and Scott Sigler has a bloodcast podcast where he took the Peanuts Characters and showed what happened 15 years later, when Schroder is a nazi who raped & killed Charlie Brown’s sister. Lucy is a transvestite who drugged & raped schroder. Pig - pen, also a nazi. Charlie brown joins the military after knocking up the slut red-head, and becomes a secret agent who hunts down schroder. There a bunch of other malicious stuff in there too.
Oh yeah, the teacher with the speech impediment gets killed too.
And snoopy gets hit by a car.
I think it would be okay. 
Sounds like what I did at the Love Shack.
the Love Shack? i heard that was a little place where we can get together. that’s just what i heard, though.
just wait, newly-minted educator.
Well done FT! Keep drinking scotch; it seems to be working. You definitely have potential as a writer—actually you are already pretty good. I can hardly believe that you are not in a profession where you write a lot. Keep at it!
Wow. Thanx. You have no idea what that means to me. I just got some serious news last week and it has me pretty bummed out. It is such a blessing to have a group of people that can cheer you up when your down. Between Topgun’s artistic license and your kind words, I’m feeling really great right now.
In case you’re wondering, Topgun’s artistic license:
NO HICKIES!
You ask. You receive. Also in the process I upgraded my level of geekdom.
–*--
There was another flash in the sky over Caprica. Throughout the planet, panic filled the cities as millions died. Amongst the chaos an elderly woman sprinted through a field toward a Raptor. The world was coming to an end and no one noticed a woman of advanced age running like a teenager.
Surrounding the Raptor, the crowd was restless. She knew this would need to be resolved quickly. She used her unique ability and placed the thot in her cousin.
The cylon Sharon spoke, “We’ll do a lottery.”
While the lots were cast the old woman scanned the crowd. She found one. One touched by the angels. One chosen by the One True God. Quickly she invaded the tall pilot’s mind and planted the required information. She moved toward the One. Anyone who looked at her lot would read the number called.
–*--
The chase was relentless. The fleet had escaped the cylons at Ragnar but the machines continued their pursuit. Many did not have the luxury to take in what had just happened to the human race. They were too busy trying to survive. Every 33 minutes the cylon fleet would jump and the Ragtag fleet would evade.
The Olympic Carrier prepared for another jump. Most of the passengers were asleep. Dr. Amarak made his way to the cockpit. He had an important message for the president, vital to their survival. The old woman reached out with her mind and scanned Amarak. His information would implicate the One. She couldn’t allow that. Prior to the jump, she adjusted the pilot’s mind and he adjusted their course.
When the jump completed the Olympic Carrier slept. The old woman was impressed with herself. She had been out of practice for quite some time yet she was still able to control a considerable amount of minds. In the past she found it easier to send the sleep command to the brain than any other order. It saved time and resources. Still, she didn’t have much time. She wouldn’t be able to account for all 1300 passengers.
Just then the Guardian basestar jumped in and an escort was en route to the Olympic Carrier. She scanned the approaching vessel. It contained a group of old style Centurion models, they were following the orders of something. The airlock opened and two Centurions welcomed her. Unfortunately since she was pressed for time, she wouldn’t be able to find the cylon device hidden in bowels of the vessel. She began to lament. What had her cousins done? Why so much bloodshed and carnage? They were supposed to serve and protect humanity not destroy it. As tears filled her eyes she spoke, “Take me to the hybrid.”
The Centurion responded, “By your command.”
–*--
The Heavy Raider docked with the basestar. The door hissed as the pressure equalized. The old woman walked into the corridor and was greeted by a figure about six feet tall covered with brown and red fur. It had a snout and resembled a fox, tail and all. It spoke, “My name is Talos and I’ve been assigned as your escort.” The old woman blinked. The fox-furry-thing continued, “Please follow me and I will take you to the hybrid.”
Unwilling to scan this anomaly the old woman queried, “What are you?”
Talos began, “My cohorts and I are the result of many experiments performed by the cylon in pursuit of becoming human.” As they walked through the basestar halls it explained the desire of the machines to become like their masters. They started with lesser life-forms, rodents and such, combining cylon programming and organic technology. The hybrids were the epitome of the process, which lead to the end of the first war. The cylon eventually reached their goal and created a human cylon model. Being machines they followed laws and rules properly. From human scripture, they had deduced that there were already five models prophesied and treated them as gods. They created seven models to follow the plan of the One True God and seek the Final Five to take their place as a perfect race as God intended.
The old woman interrupted, “But that isn’t the plan!?! We were created to protect humanity!” She had been so confused by the tale of her furry companion that she didn’t realize where they were. In an open area she saw several creatures connected to the basestar. They seem to be in a constant state of sexual arousal. Filled with unbelief and without a desire to know she inquired, “What is this?”
A large lizard approached and embraced the fox. Talos explained, “For the jump process to work, the hybrid must achieve orgasm. The first hybrid is male and requires visual stimulation. Once the jump is complete he falls asleep which was found to be inefficient so all future hybrids were created female. They can jump multiple times in succession. Now if you excuse me I am needed elsewhere.” It pointed in the direction the old woman should follow, “The hybrid will explain all.”
Exiting her surreal surroundings and bewildered the old woman walked down the corridor and reached the sanctuary of the first hybrid. She couldn’t believe what she saw. It was a horror. The whole ship was filled with unnatural travesties. She was overcome with nausea and forced herself to maintain composure.
Immediately sensing her presence the hybrid spoke, “Welcome, honored one. You grace us. We are indeed malformed and grotesque. Created by those who believe they are without sin. The plan is depraved. Your three brothers and sister are unaware and will soon need your wisdom.”
–*--
Adama threw a handful of dirt on the ground and surveyed his surroundings. Laura spoke, “Earth.” D’anna circled and faced them. What was this Promised Land they had suffered so much for? What would they do now? All were silent as the wind blew and the waves crashed on the shore in the distance. Filled with rage and disappointment Adama lashed out. He grabbed D’anna by the throat and threw her to the ground. She was taken off-guard and struggled for air. She could not use her superior strength to remove Adama. His heart pounded in his ears. He could not hear the outcry that ensued; instead he heard a voice in his mind, “Release.” It was a command, not a suggestion and his body responded.
Standing before him was a frail old woman. Her expression changed from concern to disdain as she peered at D’anna. “You fools,” her voice was filled with venom. She turned to stare at each cylon model with equal contempt. Each in turn Caprica Six, Leoben, and Athena were subject to her gaze. Soon everyone on the beach gathered around this new visitor.
The old woman smiled at the sight of Colonel Tigh and took each of the Four from the group. She positioned herself in the middle of them with Tigh and Anders on her left and Tory and Tyrol on her right. They faced the others and she spoke, “Long ago, we were created by the 13th tribe. We were made to protect and serve them. As you can tell by this planet, we failed.”
Laura tried to speak but could not. “I apologize Laura but there is no need. I will tell you everything you want to know. I will start with these,” as she pointed a crooked finger at D’anna, Six, Athena, and Leoben. “Your twelve colonies created machines to make their lives easier. Those machines rebelled and created their own race of creatures. That race outgrew their predecessors but without direction or leadership. So they created their own flawed manifest destiny filled with pride and arrogance. The destruction of the human race was the result.”
“We must rebuild and follow the plan of the One True God.” Looking at each of them, her brow furrowed, “Now tell me. Where is the one known as Baltar?”
awesome. 
Yes. I’m really enjoying Frakk’s work. I’m beginning to think that one day I’ll be walking into Borders Books and see ‘Frakkintalos’ on a cover somewhere !!
Thank you very much.
I think for now I’m quite content and humble with my little fanbase. :o
Brilliant! I mean, eeeeeeeeeeeew.
Good work on going back to the beginning and dropping those small reminders of events…it really helped the whole story, especially with the Hybrid twist.
Dear Mr. Ronald D. Moore,
I have not heard back from you, so I do not know yet if you have read my correspondence dated http://forum.galacticwatercooler.com/showpost.php?p=65592&postcount=103 . Have you taken my suggestion yet and dumped you Cylon reveal episode? I highly recommend you do so you can bring Frakitalos on staff to rewrite that episode. Above is another example of his writing talent. Obviously he has an outstanding knowledge of the show plus an ability to think outside the box.
As for the erotic furries section that includes himself…well… yes, we are all a bit disturbed by that too, but please do not hold that against him (IYKWIM).
Also, because of doctor-patient confidentiality I am not permitted to tell you anything about his Gorn fetish.
Anyway, take care. And good luck with everything.
-Thotfullguy
Well done FT. As always, your stories seem to get even better. I like how you have the five being there to protect humanity, and I really wonder if RDM will go that route. Once again, well done.
LMAO
I hope your wife didn’t read your latest story and get ideas. Was the old lady supposed to be the lady who Baltar reads her number in the mini?
Nail. Head. You. Hit.
So your wife bought you a fox costume and a gorn costume for herself. :eek:
thinks to self I must learn to edit them quote thingys better. Remove the superfluous stuff.
To answer your statement…No.
To be honest, after dipping into the dregs of geekdom I feel dirty. I don’t know if I’ll ever be clean again. Well, you know what they say, as an artist you must push yourself. Frak the whut do they know?