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| The Twelve Colonies. Where the twelve tribes of Kobol settled. Where the Cylons were created. Where the first Cylon War was fought, and where the armistice was signed. Forty years later, and everything is still running smoothly. The colonials still marvel at their brilliance and continue to advance their technology all over again, the threat of the toasters a long forgotten worry for most. The Cylons. They've kept their end of the deal, to a point. They haven't full out attacked the humans again, not in such a broad stroke. They've been biding their time, filtering in, everyone but the Cylons themselves aware that they can look like humans. They've placed themselves strategically, working their way up ladders to find a position where they can do the most damage. They have their tasks, and if done properly, their presence will be well known, very soon. The Fleet. Most Battlestars are networked behemoths with nothing to do aside from settle petty skirmishes between worlds, participating in war games, and transport prisoners. Only the most stringent of leaders keep their teams up to snuff. They circle their assigned planet aimlessly or are floating museums. It's all about to change. quick reference | rules | application |