MUSH Status
The game is currently open for applications at battlestar.isunlimited.net (port: 3012).
About the Wiki
This wiki site exists to provide players with an in-depth thematic resource. It started as a simple repository of logs and PC profiles but has grown to encompass pages and pages of player-created content. Needless to say, there's a lot of information here, but please don't feel obligated to internalize every little thing! The two bits of mandatory reading are our files on Joining the Fleet and the Cerberus' various departments. We encourage you to consult the rest at your leisure to enrich your RP.
Thanks to Trask's player for giving our wiki a facelift!
The Story So Far
Forty years have passed since the First Cylon War, when Humanity’s sentient servants rebelled against their creators, and for forty years the Twelve Colonies of Kobol have been at peace. Broken cities have been rebuilt; barren fields, replanted; battered spirits, restored. For most men and women, the horrors of war have been consigned to the hazy reaches of memory, to be dusted off every Colonial Day with flags, speeches, and parades. Mankind has reached its zenith, but as that old saying goes: the higher one flies, the harder one falls.
This war will not be so easily forgotten.
Eleven days before the Fall of Man, the last and newest Mercury-class battlestar is discharged from Spacedock Leonis with her full complement of 2,586 men and women — hardened officers and snot-nosed rookies, career spacehands and recession soldiers. Her ammunition bays are fully loaded, her cargo holds are fully provisioned, and her orders are as simple as orders can be. The newly-christened Cerberus is to proceed via hyperlight to the Uram Sector for a month of war games against a pair of frigates in a simulated combat environment, all for the benefit of the two hundred thirty-seven civilians observers granted unprecedented access by the Admiralty itself.
Fleet HQ knows how flighty the Quorum of Twelve can be, and with military defense appropriations up for their quadrennial audit and review, it will not brook the prospect of further cuts to its already dwindling budget. So important it is that BS-132 rendezvous with Praetorian and Corsair on schedule that Admiral Michael Abbot is not afforded even the one extra day his men would need to install the final few rivets — or, for that matter, the new navigation program sitting unused in memory. And so it is that the Cerberus’ new CO gives the order to jump before a gallery of enraptured observers, hiding his trepidation well.
As it turns out, the admiral needn't have worried. The trials go off without a hitch, the frigates perform as advertised, and what minor birthing pains do crop up are dealt with by the exceptional crew the Fleet has assembled. Most importantly of all, the civilians ooh and ahh, dazzled as they are by this display of military might. It's with surpassing pride that the Cerberus turns back for Picon, her escorts on her flank, her mission accomplished — or so her crew believes.
Before anybody has a chance to determine the scale of the attack, Colonial Fleet Headquarters is turned into a smoking ruin. Half of the Fleet is annihilated in the first minute of battle; a quarter more is destroyed in the subsequent five. Nuclear warheads rain from the skies above all twelve Colonies, extinguishing in an instant all but the luckiest — or unluckiest — of people. And from its anchorage at Picon the newly-commissioned battlestar flees for her life, her escorts closing around her as all around humanity burns…
Welcome to Warday.
