Colonial Wireless Alphabet

Put together from Battlestar Wiki:




Yes, it’s time for another intriguing episode of In My BattleStar Universe!
Notice the following photograph of a prop from Caprica:

Now, I wish I could zoom in on the byline. Never mind the typo….
Oh, I forgot something. Notice that headline in column 1? “New Hospital Platform For Genetic Research.” Keep that in mind as the novel progresses, because that will rear its ugly head.
Now, back to the date in question we can’t really see here. The Colonial Calendar utilizes what we know as the Julian Calendar. Some countries in the West started converting over to the Gregorian Calendar in 1582; the Russians used it until 02/01/1918, which was not too long after the Bolshevik Revolution, when it immediately became 02/14/1918! So guess what, the novel will pinpoint certain dates with that convention. For example, IMBSU…Colonial Day will fall upon…the Ides of March!
Hey, why not. This gives a different connotation than the one we’re all used to: the day when Julius Caesar was assassinated by a group of conspirators led by Brutus (Et tu, Brute?)

New Promo Photo

Well now! Let’s see who’s paying attention out there!
You’ll also find this on the Twitter page. Oh, and if anyone likes old Barry Gray music, Stay Tuned for the upcoming Promo Video!


Last night I finally began to work with an alternative to Illustrator I purchased some time ago. iDraw is designed around core Mac OS X technologies, and is also available for iOS:

Yes, this is a flying saucer, harkening back to the heyday of the 50s and 60s! It possesses FTL drive and engages jumps along its Z-axis, as opposed to the XY-axes so common among science-fiction ships. And this ship may make an appearance, so stay tuned!

By Rubicon Author Posted in Ships Tagged

Decisions, Decisions

Hello there. It’s been a couple of months…I’ve got a lot on my plate, and that’s why I haven’t been able to post on this subject. So here is an update for you all.
I began this novel in February, and in six and one-half months, I’ve penned approximately 23,000 words. And I have also decided to compile the three books I originally envisioned into just one, with a content of at least 50,000 words, possibly going to 75,000. It’s a little more manageable that way.
So stay tuned. More articles to come. And thank you for your support!

By Rubicon Author Posted in Admin


I just ran into a new version of this Internet Classic…and I just got a terrible idea in my mind! But first, here’s the video:

Now, the 64,000-cubit question: Would the Toasters take advantage of this? Discuss.


This stands for In My BattleStar Universe, of course. Since this is Fan Fiction, the author gets to pick what he or she wants to add to what’s already been established in whatever series they are writing about, so long as the established continuity isn’t blown away by said addition. BSG is no exception.
First item is this: remember those comm drones from “Act of Contrition,” where one got loose and blew up 13 pilots on the flight deck? Well, IMBSU these drones can not only execute a limited-range FTL jump, but when they get to their destination, they can maintain the rip created by the jump to relay a wireless communication for a limited time, at which point the rip collapses back into normal space, and the internal systems are also burned out, requiring a complete replacement by a recovering vessel.
Alternately, a comm drone can also carry physical messages to the target coordinates and simply wait for the recovering ship to retrieve the message; the FTL drive would have to be refueled and respooled in order to make another jump.
Neat-O, eh!

The First Test

“That’s far enough, traitor!”
Traitor?” smiled the lone man amid the phalanx of Centurions, and began to laugh out loud. “Oh that’s a good one!” It took three minutes for him to regain his self-control. “I’m sorry, I’m forgetting my manners. My name is…Cavil. Zed Cavil. This,” he pointed toward the silent Centurions, “is my personal task force that’s here to prevent you from leaving while my little…experiment…runs its course.”
Josephs held his stance. “Are you saying you…are a Cylon?”
“Correct. I don’t have to reiterate what you’ve already figured out on your own, before I arrived.” He began to slowly inch his way toward the gaol. “But I will say this….”
The Constable let fly, and the arrow found its way straight into Cavil’s fedora. “I said, Toaster…that’s far enough!”
“No matter.” Cavil backed off just as slowly. “You’ve survived the first test. There will be two more in the next six days. If you manage to live through those…I will allow you to leave. I give you my word.”