John
Two technically. The Cylons, our killer robots, wiped out most of the Twelve Colonies and what remained of the Fleet fled. I was part of a small group of survivors who kinda just killed as many toasters as we could until the Fleet decided it had time to come back for us. Then we tried to settle on a new world but the Cylons found us and said they wanted to 'peacefully coexist.' Which basically translated as keeping the humans as slaves. Me and a few others decided we didn't like their version of 'peaceful' so it was back to blowing them up. Now, or rather just before I came here, I'm trained as a pilot in what's left of our military. After leading two resistances I got the callsign Longshot.
Well I time travelled. A lot. By my time... yeah, the humans left Earth over 2,000 years ago. What's left of the Fleet is now trying to find it again. Before the Cylons do.
Right... it's all.... programming. They're just machines right?