Welcome to the Battlestar Pacifica!

It’s been four long years. Hundreds of thousands—maybe millions—of lives lost in this fraking war. The Cylons attacked us, claiming they wanted freedom. They are machines. They have no sentience—so how can they even understand what that means? And yet, here we are. At war with toasters we created ourselves. They are killing us. We are killing them. And somewhere along the way, a line has to be drawn.

The Twelve Colonies are barely holding together under the Articles of Colonization. The President is doing everything possible to keep the peace, but some of the Colonies don’t seem to understand one simple truth: we cannot afford to fight two wars. If we turn on each other while fighting the Cylons, we will lose. Not just the war—but everything. Unity isn’t a choice anymore. It’s survival.

Our story tells of the First Cylon War. The story centers on the Battlestar Pacifica and her crew, four years into the conflict. The people of the Twelve Colonies are exhausted. War is all they remember. Their own creations, the Cylons, never relent. The Colonies are always on the defensive, always reacting, never able to strike at the heart of the enemy.

The Pacifica is one of the few battlestars crewed by citizens from all Twelve Colonies. Originally commissioned under Caprican command, the ship was reassigned after the new constitutional mandate: each Colony was required to integrate a quarter of its fleet so that no more than half of any crew came from a single homeworld. The Pacifica was one of the first chosen to represent this unity. Under one banner—the United Colonies of Kobol—she sails into the fight.

Join us aboard the Battlestar Pacifica. Defend the Twelve Colonies. Take the fight to the Cylons. Let’s draw the line they cannot cross.

SO SAY WE ALL.

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Latest Mission Posts

» Forged in Command

Mission: M1 - Boxed In
Posted on Sunday March 22, 2026 @ 11:05pm by Commander Amos Wythe & Petty Officer, 1st Class Nathan Polinar & Colonel Jeksenri

Amos stood on the CIC holding a octogonal clipboard with pages on it with the most recent repair reports on it. He had been in command of the Pacifica for almost a month, and repairs have been going fairly smoothly. Their compliment of vipers have been replaced or repaired, munitions replenished, and crew reassigned to fill in the gaps. It was a lot to manage. He was only an XO for two years before the sudden take over of command, but with the war and shortage in command level officers, the need to quick promotions was needed.

A young man…

» Shortages

Mission: M1 - Boxed In
Posted on Saturday February 28, 2026 @ 7:50pm by Captain Macon Chandler

Macon was standing next to his assigned Viper with the leading petty officer for the squadron's maintenance division. He was being given some unsettling news.

Sonja 'Momma Bear' Torres, Aviation Machinist's Mate First Class, was holding a refurbished fuel pump for his Viper. "Look sir. Supply issued this as a brand new part. It obviously is anything but. I install this in your bird and you go to afterburner you probably have a ten percent chance of the whole unit failing to work. I can't sign off on this Viper being safe to operate. You might get two, maybe three,…

» So Say We All

Mission: M1 - Boxed In
Posted on Friday February 20, 2026 @ 5:58am by Commander Amos Wythe & Admiral Jacob Yamus

The ship shook, consoles blew as chaos filled the CIC. The Commander stood white knuckling the command table looking up at the DRADIS screen. It was full of debris, Cylon, and Colonial signals. The XO stood on the opposite side watching the same screen. "XO." The commander said, "change target to the closest Cylon target."

The ship shook violently again, "Tactical. Target Cylon cruiser at 085 carum 121." He watched the DRADIS as the target changed from the debris to the new target. The tactical officer acknowledged the new order as the action happened, yelling over the chaos. "Weapons! Open…