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Sol System was silent. Throughout the system there was simply no movement, shattering this silence for a moment a blue funnel appeared just inside the asteroid belt. Had anybody been there they would have seen the green Vorlon Heavy Destroyer, the main body tapering into the four arms, which, like some ancient arachnid, seemed to reach out to find it's prey, but there was no one there. Silently the destroyer glided towards Earth. To the casual observer it looked as if the asteroid bet had extended all the way to Earth Orbit, until you looked closer.
Then the nature of this new belt became apparent; starfuries, shuttles, breaching pods, Hyperion cruisers, Omega destroyers, Warlock destroyers and even the rare Explorer ships, the wreckage of the once proud ships littered the system. Idly aboard the destroyer the Kosh read the names from the shattered hulks, Agamemnon, Lexington, Cortez, Heraclese.
Kosh proceeded through the system to Earth, occasionally catching a glimpse of a wrecked Simtar but cylon baseships were absent from the graveyard, no baseships were present in the legacy of the Humans final Stand. Above Earth Kosh found the most important legacy. The ship had once been proud, its four engines glowing with power pushing it onward in search of the 13th colony. The triangle forward section could no loner be recognised, the twin landing bays that gave her the graceful bird like appearance had been sheered off, her guns fired until they had nothing left to shoot and were among the last to fall silent. Her name was still visible; GALACTICA still blazed defiantly from the severed landing bay.
An orange funnel appeared as the destroyer jumped back to hyperspace, onboard Kosh was pleased. The manipulation and guidance of the Cylons had worked. Using their angel like appearance the Vorlons had helped and guided the Cylons, the very symbol of order into destroying their ancient enemy's strongest champions. The Humans the personification of Chaos were gone the Vorlons were pleased. Order had prevailed now with their Cylon children they could show the ancient enemy that order, not chaos was the way to guide the younger races.
However, Sol System was not as quiet as Kosh had believed had he looked just a little further he would have seen a sight to fill him with dread. A fleet was leaving Sol System, not a military fleet but a fleet carrying the one thing the Vorlons hated, chaos. 'What do you want' is the most difficult question to answer, but the Humans now new. The need for revenge burned through Sol System brighter than the sun, throughout the fleet there was one constant thought. The days of the Vorlons and the Cylons were numbered, and they were small numbers. Quietly Earth Force One and Colonial One lead their charges towards the stars.
Space shimmered and a shadow battlecrab appeared. The ship smiled, it had successfully shielded the Human fleet from the Vorlons. The Vorlons believed that the game was over, they were wrong. Order had prevailed for now but the shadows were patient. With the escape of the Humans the shadows chessboard was set, and the pieces were moving.