Like many of you, I was surprised by the news last week that there would be a new
Battlestar Galactica series coming to NBC-Universal's upcoming streaming service, Peacock. Since so little was released about it, I didn't have much of an opinion. I just thought, "Feels a little soon," and, "ANOTHER streaming service?!"
Then the producer of the new show, Sam Esmail tweeted. You might know him. He created
Mr. Robot.
Maybe?
Anyway, he tweeted, "
BSG fans, this will NOT be a remake of the amazing series @RonDMoore launched because... why mess with perfection? Instead, we’ll explore a new story within the mythology while staying true to the spirit of Battlestar. So say we all!"
At first, I read this as somehow being a third iteration of the broader concept that wouldn't touch on Ronald D. Moore's version. After all, the press articles kept saying "reboot," so why wouldn't I think that? But ... "a new story within the mythology" ... within the broader mythology/concept of the shows or within the specific mythology established by Moore's version? Since the tweet, most people have settled on the latter interpretation.
Well, this had a surprising effect on me. My mind spiraled; I contemplated putting
Colonies of Kobol on the back burner; I felt like I had wasted so much godsdamned time ... because if they're adding to the canon of
BSG, I would have to incorporate it.
I made a mental list of possibilities, assuming that new-new
BSG is, indeed, set in the RDM universe (as my books are). I categorized the possibilities according to A) how likely they were and B) how much impact they would have on my writing, both what I have finished and what I have not.
Here we go:
I. New-new BSG is all about the Lords of Kobol. This is the one that would cause me to throw my hands in the air and walk away. So much is predicated on my first four books (
get them here for free) that there would be no way to recover, no way to incorporate the new canon, and have it all make sense. HOWEVER, I feel that the likelihood of this is very, very low. One reason: if the show is called
Battlestar Galactica, being on stuck on a planet, even if it's Kobol, doesn't make much sense. (Unless we're supposed to believe that Pythia's cycle is so ridiculously literal that Kobollians had a battlestar named
Galactica, too. Well, I hope not.)
II. New-new BSG is set right after the Colonials settle on Earth II. Maybe Cylons commandeered
Galactica and the rag-tag fleet before Sam could fly them into the sun! Now Adama, Tigh, and the gang have to get into space to stop the Cylons ... Nah. It would undo too much of the finale. Not very likely, and even if they didn't do that specific plot for the series, setting a show named
Battlestar Galactica on Earth as people try to learn how to farm doesn't strike me as thrilling. Still, if they found a way to do it, it would have a substantial impact on my conclusion to
Colonies of Kobol.
III. New-new BSG is set in our own future. Maybe we jump ahead several decades or so, see Earth II Cylons, and we have our own battlestar named
Galactica. (Again, a bit too literal reading of "all of this will happen again," but maybe.) Likelihood? I'm going to say somewhat likely. I can see it happening, though I feel it would undermine the finale as well ("Does all of this have to happen again?" "This time, I bet no."). Impact on my writing? Substantial. It would necessitate a complete rethinking of the ending I have in mind for the entire saga; not just the Earth II book, but
Colonies of Kobol and
Lords of Kobol, too. That would ... not be good.
IV. New-new BSG is set during the First Cylon War. Ronald D. Moore once said he felt that another spinoff show could be sustained if it were set during the Cylon War and lived with the crew of the
Galactica at various points during that twelve-year-long conflict. We ended up with the (in my opinion, mediocre) one-off,
Blood & Chrome. I think it's very likely that Esmail sees the rich narrative possibilities in this ... plenty of built-in action, plus great stories to tell with two thousand people cooped up on a ship at a time of war. So, if I had to put money on it, this is what I would bet on. How will it impact my writing? Well, it's hard to say at this point. Right now, I'm wrapping up work on
Book Thirteen: Caprica which includes the beginning of the Cylon War, the founding of the unified federal government of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol, the launch of
Galactica, etc. If the new show is comprehensive and includes some of that foundational material, then I'll have to chuck a couple hundred pages of stuff that I've written (of which I'm rather fond). If the new show picks up
in medias res ("in the middle of things"), then I might not have to worry. If the series is laser-focused on the ship/crew/war, maybe I can keep some of it intact. The impact is potentially substantial (but localized to one or two parts of
CoK) and also potentially minimal.
CONCLUSION: to quote Douglas Adams, don't panic. I can't do anything about it (unless they want to hire me as a writer for the show, in which case,
email me, Sam). I just have to wait for more news and for the series itself. In the meantime, I'll keep writing
Colonies of Kobol and I'll make whatever changes I have to when the time comes.
(To be clear, I want the show to be good and I want it to be successful. And to those of you who may be saying, "Screw new-new
BSG! Write your thing and ignore it!" I can't do that. I can't ignore substantive canon of the show just because it inconveniences me [looking at you again,
Blood & Chrome]. Thank you for your confidence in me, but I'd rather try to find a way to make it all work.)
Now, as a treat for my readers who have been so supportive, here's a fun chapter from
Colonies of Kobol - Book Thirteen: Caprica. I hope you like it.
C
GALACTICA
Day 458 of the
First Cylon War
The Vipers aligned in the black sky and swept as a single
unit over the rim of the asteroid. They
were pristine white ships with red stripes and their fins created visual
triangles astride blue flames no matter the viewer's perspective. Behind them came the contingent of
Raptors. Dark gray and brown blocks with
the corners hewn away. Tall tails at the
rear on either side of a large cannon. Some
carried at least one battery of missiles but their most important tasks were to
monitor communications and jam Cylon signals.
"Keep it tight," the CAG radioed.
Ahead they saw their target.
An oblong brown rock, nearly two kilometers across. Cylon machinery worked on its surface and
below even now, ferrying tons of tylium away and to the enemy. The Colonial Fleet Headquarters, now
functioning from their new permanent home on Picon, had their eyes on this
location for some time. It was heavily
defended and the admirals knew they would have to wait for the arrival of the
battlestars to take it on.
In the Combat Information Center of the Battlestar Galactica, Commander Silas Nash stared
at the DRADIS screen that hung from the ceiling. A line swept this part of the Erebos Belt and
the tylium base was between the carrier and her birds. Several hours ago, the Galactica launched these squadrons and then jumped to a sensor
blind spot on the opposite side; another asteroid almost a thousand kilometers
away from the base. It was a precise
jump and the new ship maintained a dangerous dance with the rotation of that
rock. They couldn't move for fear of
showing up on the Cylon's DRADIS. Most
of their systems were powered down. They
sent no signals. There was no active
DRADIS pulse. Every contact they had
came from the Cylons' own signals.
The presence of the eighty Vipers and twelve Raptors was quickly
detected by the machines. Their Raiders
launched from the surface of the asteroid and screamed toward the fighter
craft. A Cylon cruiser stationed close
to the base came to life, too, and rose up from its shadow.
"Standby action stations," Nash said. On the screen, the four Colonial squadrons
approached the base from the top. More
than sixty Raiders departed the asteroid at the center and moved up to meet
them. Galactica sat still at the bottom of the screen and waited for its
cue.
"Bandits inbound!" the CAG said. "Red and blue squadrons, break off and
attack." The Vipers and Raiders
began their dances. In the opening
moments, the rapid cannon fire destroyed eight of the oval Cylon craft and seven
of the triangular fighters. Soon, the
remaining fighters of those two squadrons were fully engaged with the first
wave of Raiders, and the second wave was almost upon them. "Yellow and green squadrons, break off
and attack!" All four Colonial
groups swarmed around the enemy and the battle, though hard fought, seemed in
their favor. Then the third and final
wave approached.
Nash held his breath.
He stared at the mass of green triangles and red circles with another
line of red moving up the screen. He
waited to see what that third line would do.
Then, as they had hoped and planned, the third group of Cylons flew past
the battle and into the empty space beyond.
"Galactica!"
the CAG signaled. "A wave of
Raiders has broken through! Inbound to
you!"
The commander nodded at the lie and said, "Action stations. Condition one." After the first bleats of the alert klaxons
sounded and the lights shifted to red, he felt an electricity move over his skin. He looked at his executive officer and said,
"Stand by to launch silver and gold squadrons."
"Sir."
Colonel Manden picked up the receiver and said, "Stand by silver
and gold squadrons. Stand by silver and
gold. Reserve squadrons one and two, on
deck."
"Sir," the DRADIS officer said, "the Cylon
cruiser is moving away from the target."
Nash looked at the screen and waited to see which way the large red dot
moved. When it ticked a step up toward
the bait and away from Galactica, the
officer said, "We've got them."
"Helm, push off from the rock." The battlestar moved away from their cover
and into the open. He watched the
movement of the Cylon vessel away from the tylium asteroid. Once it was more than five hundred kilometers
out and moving at full speed, Nash said, "Come about, three-one-zero carom
one-seven-five. Ahead flank speed." The helm officers did their work and the
deckplates rumbled as the six sublight engines engaged at full power.
The battlestar crossed the space between their hiding spot
and the asteroid. The tension was
palpable in CIC. Young officers stared
wide-eyed at their screens and occasionally glanced at their commander. Nash, for his part, stood still under the
command and control screens and watched the moving icons with his
characteristic eager smirk. Colonel
Manden towered over the shorter commander and he held the receiver in his hand,
ready to bark orders.
"The cruiser has spotted us," the DRADIS officer
said. "They're coming
about." He shook his head and said,
"They won't get here in time."
"Distance to target?"
"Two hundred kilometers."
"Helm, begin braking and reduce speed to one quarter." Nash looked at the XO. "Launch silver and gold."
Manden said, "Launch silver and gold. Launch silver and gold. Reserve one and two in the tubes."
Nash turned to the tactical station, "All batteries
forward. Salvo fire on the base. Missile batteries on standby." The lieutenant nodded and communicated with
the appropriate crews.
In the blackness, the long, gray battlestar bore down on the
tylium asteroid. From both flight pods,
forty Vipers launched and symmetrical streams of fighters bent away from the
ship and toward the rock.
The forty heavy batteries along Galactica's dorsal and ventral spines began to fire and heavy
cannon bursts poured across space and splashed on the rock with fire and
metal. Shockwaves rippled over the
surface and destroyed the structures within reach. Soon, the salvos dug into the planetoid and
exposed the Cylon infrastructure below.
Holding tanks of unstable tylium precursor ruptured and blew apart even
more of the mining operation.
"Cylon wave three is coming back," a lieutenant
said.
The enemy only now realized that they were tricked into
going the wrong way, thinking the battlestar had launched the Vipers from behind
their approach. Nash nodded and said,
"Helm, begin braking and turn to port, five hundred. Starboard broadsides on the base. Comms, signal Smokehouse. Tell him to bring the squadrons back."
The crew swooned with the inertia of the turn and the comms
officer said, "Sir, the CAG is gone." Nash and Manden shared a look.
Before they could say anything, the DRADIS lieutenant
interjected, "Cylon cruiser is launching Raiders."
Nash's smirk was gone.
"Silver and gold are to maintain their runs on the base. Tactical, turn batteries toward the cruiser
and stand by. Set close-in weapons to
auto fire. Comms, get me Lieutenant
Stentz." As the various officers
complied, he turned to the helm station, "Turn us away from the base and
toward the cruiser."
"Stentz on the line."
The commander picked up the receiver and said, "Jaws,
this is actual."
"Go ahead, actual."
"You're my CAG now."
Pause.
"Sir?"
"Jaws, you're the CAG.
Bring the squadrons back home."
Her loud exhale was followed by a subdued, "Yes, sir."
"What do you hear, Jaws?"
"Nothin' but the rain."
"Grab your gun and bring in the cat."
"Boom, boom, boom." There was an obvious smile in her voice and
he hung up the receiver.
"Cylon Raiders on top of us," a lieutenant said.
There was a slight shudder as small missiles from the enemy
fighters hit the hardened hull of the vessel.
Nash looked toward the screen and saw the CIWS take out four of the
enemy icons. "Tactical, batteries
on the cruiser. Fire at will."
The ship withered under the heavy fire from a battlestar's
primary offensive weapons. The Cylons
attempted to shield themselves with short-range flak fire, but it was of little
use. Its small hangar was destroyed and
a sublight engine ruptured. Most of the
cannon went still and fuel lines along the rear of the craft blew apart. Then, the other three engines exploded and
the ship had become a flaming burst of light.
"Helm, get us some distance."
"Cylon virus detected," the electronics warfare
officer said. "Isolated in primary
fire control. Auxilliary and backup
systems unaffected."
"Sir, new DRADIS contacts." The commander looked at the lieutenant and
saw his worried face. "Cylon light
cruiser. Cylon carrier. Two Cylon destroyers."
Nash grabbed the front of his uniform and pulled it down to
flatten any wrinkles. He looked up at
the screen and saw that the four squadrons were almost near Galactica. "Signal Jaws. Tell her to keep her birds back until they
launch Raiders."
Manden stepped closer and lowered his head next to the commander's
bald pate. "Four ships?"
Without taking his eyes off the combat screens, Nash said,
"It's almost unfair."
The Sagittaran smiled.
"For them."
"Raiders launching from the carrier and cruiser."
The commander tilted his head. He looked at the four ships lined up on the
screen. He reached for the monitor and
pressed a button. The DRADIS angle
shifted and he saw the Cylons from a head-on perspective instead of top-down. His smirk returned when he saw that the
vessels were truly in a straight line.
"Helm, change bearing to eight-eight-zero carom two
hundred. Ahead one-half."
The colonel looked at the screen and said, "Between
them?"
"Hoping for a little crossfire."
The Galactica
leapt away from what remained of the cruiser.
Being such a large ship, her movements were slow, but the engines could
accelerate Galactica to great
speeds. The newcomers began to fire
missiles but their positions did not change.
"Odd batteries, change to flak fire and surround
us. Fire now. Even batteries through twenty, target the two
ships to port. Even batteries to forty,
target the two to starboard. Evens are
to standby."
Manden looked over the command table and asked,
"Missiles?"
Nash immediately knew that his XO was asking about Galactica's own. "Won't need them."
With a bloom of light and fire around the perimeter, the
battlestar closed on the enemy. The
missiles were easily dispatched before they reached their targets. When the Colonial ship was barely fifty
kilometers away, the Cylons saw their tactical error and began to spread their
vessels out. It was too late.
The flak shield tore across the hull of a destroyer on the
port side. The designated batteries
fired at their targets and hit them all.
The destroyer on the starboard was immediately split in half. The single flight pod of the carrier
shattered and fell away from the bulk of the ship. Cylon battery and missile fire became a
confused mess, and though the enemy missiles were destroyed in the flak, half
of the Cylon shells hit other Cylon ships.
When Galactica emerged on the
other side of the group, the second destroyer exploded, sending parts of its
hull into the light cruiser.
"Helm, slow to one quarter and come about. Tactical, all batteries fire at will." The flak shield faded and the main guns
targeted the two remaining capital ships.
By the time the battlestar was facing its opponents again head-on, the
cruiser and carrier were also aflame and adrift. "Finish them off." Moments later, the enemy was gone.
Manden looked toward the DRADIS officer. "Anything new?"
"Negative."
"Status of the base?"
"Silver and gold squadrons report that the target is
destroyed." The comms officer then
pressed the earpiece against her head and said, "Message from Jaws,
sir. She reports, 'We're bingo
bandits.'"
Nash smiled and said, "Commence landings. Keep silver and gold in CAP, just in case any
more toasters decide to stage a rescue op." He glanced toward the LSO captain and nodded. "It's all you." The commander turned and saw his XO's
extended hand. "Good work,
colonel."
"Thank you, sir.
Congratulations."
He looked around the CIC and then up into the core. "Good work, all of you." There was some applause and Nash walked
toward the air traffic stations on the far wall behind the landing signal
officer. He saw a young woman writing in
a log book. "Ensign," he asked
quietly. "How many did we
lose?"
She nodded and flipped a page. "None from silver and gold squadrons,
commander. We lost nineteen Vipers and four
Raptors from the other squadrons, altogether."
"Too many."
Slowly, he moved toward the damage control station and he looked at the
schematic of Galactica. There were a few yellow lights along the
perimeter of the ship but no red ones.
One main battery was offline.
That was it.
Nash nodded and walked back to the command and control area
where he stood and listened to the LSO coordinate the landings of their
squadrons.
On Gamoray, the Cylon War Council sat on their platform and
looked at the projection against the wall. A gold-armored commander was standing beneath
them and pressing buttons on a device.
"Tylium base in the Erebos Belt of Alpha. Five ships, an estimated one hundred
Raiders. Mobile shipyard station in
orbit of Styx in Delta. Two ships,
twenty Raiders. Strike group assault number
three on Scorpion Shipyards. Seven
ships, one hundred-fifty Raiders."
"Halt." The
operations commander looked at the other units on the dais and said, "Have
there been no successful campaigns since the battlestars were
launched?" It knew the answer.
"Negative."
The Alpha commander said, "We should pull back our
mining operations and shift combat tactics to small groups and quick strikes."
The leader paused and thought. Finally, it said, "Agreed."
The platinum-armored council looked down at the
commander. Gamma said, "We need a
vessel to match the Colonial battlestars."
The leader concurred, "Begin planning
immediately."
"By your command."
That is all. More to come.