Battlestar Galactica Adama Novels & Stories

"You are the new girl, yes?" "Yes sir. I'm Adrienne." I bowed. He looked at me from head to toe and clucked his tongue. "I am the general commander of the Delta warriors. They call me Adam." He walked with me along me. "Alpha Ezra has told me to test you, and that is what I am going to do. Get on the sparring ground." He gestured at me. I walked to the center of the clearing and looked at all the faces staring at me. Delta Adam accessed all his warriors, looking for the right person to test me until a hand shot up.

And that is the last news I’ve heard of them. “Wouldn’t you open that?” Amalia asked which I only shook my head and placed it aside. “Maybe later.” Camilla scoffed as she slammed the glass chalice on the table, “Why would she? If she’ll open that, her perspective might change.” She flung a mocking glare at me and opened her mouth, “Adira is the general of Sinandaya, which is introduced as the ally of Pinansey-angan. And today, she is the general of Abberant. I wonder how she’ll decide who to run.”

beneath them, a miles-thick organic cable stretching from the heart of Navia to the Lunar Garden, shivered under the stress of the ascending Gaea-spawns. "I’m trying, Kaelor! The feed is lagging! Aradaa’s mind is... it’s everywhere at once!" the technician screamed back, his fingers dancing over a console made of translucent, humming nerves. Up on the observation deck, Aradaa didn't move. He didn't blink. His silver-gold hair stood on end, vibrating with static. His eyes were solid white, flickering with the data-streams of twelve different scout ships currently breaking orbit toward Mars and Venus. He wasn't just a man anymore; he was a relay station.

As David was wondering how he should contact Celia to tell them to not worry and he was fine, his communication device rang. When he glanced at it, his eyes lit up. ‘How did I forget about him?’ Amadi from Star Mansion. Back then, they traveled from the Milky Way to Star Kingdom. Even though they did not spend a lot of time together, David had a pretty good impression of Amadi. The two of them fought together in the Beast Galaxy as well. Therefore, they were considered good friends.

Winters was not the kind of idiot who would be fooled. Therefore, he patiently read through the document. Upon careful inspection, the document did look real. “Mr. Garcia, I’m Adina Daugherty, the general manager of LaStar Technology Corporation. Nice to meet you.” Adina walked in, smiled faintly, and extended her hand toward Mr. Garcia. Mr. Garcia calmly sized Adina up. She seemed to just be in her twenties, and she was very pretty. She did not look like a program designer.

" So, please... listen to me. 'He pleads. Let’s talk later. I will just continue your plans.’ Emily sneered. She heaved a sigh and bit her lower lip before she continued talking while facing the kingdom map. "From this area, Cadmus and Taurus will lead the Delta squadron." Since they are both skilled with human weapons, they’ll lead the Delta. " "Alright, it’s a pleasure, your majesty." Taurus politely seconded. Emily pointed out the whole palace. "This spot, this will be covered by the alpha’s wolves." I’ll give birth one of these days. That’s the alpha’s presumption. And with this spot, they will protect the heir as the war starts. "

Her wrist console started to flicker code bleeding across the screen in golden script. IDENTITY TRACE: MATCH CONFIRMED. GENETIC LINK FOUND — AMARA / VANCE / ORPHEUS. Victor’s eyes widened. “Adanna… your mother wasn’t just part of the system. She was the system’s heir. And you” “are the living key,” Adanna whispered. The entire vault seemed to awaken at once. Holographic panels flared to life, overlapping with hundreds of faces Grace, Damien, Amara all merging in an ocean of data.

Sure enough, Ada's control metrics completely shatter. His heavy, leather-clad hand clamps down hard around Hayden’s shoulder armor. "Hayden, offer my line your attention. My spirit is prepared to execute any tactical recovery play on the board to restore the balance between our pelts." Ada completely rejects occupying the status of a sworn battlefield enemy to his own male heir. Even if Hayden’s tongue deploys absolute radio silence, or treats his alpha presence as if his line held a zero-visibility metric on the ice, that outcome tracks as exponentially superior to his son fleeing into the shadows every single time his shadow hits the zone.