It begins not with a declaration of war, but with the promise of peace. A war that begins with a handshake and ends in genocide. On the bridge of the Battlestar Galactica, klaxons smear the air with panic as a peace treaty shatters into a million pieces of Cylon treachery. Consoles glow amber, a helmsman’s hands tremble, but Commander Adama’s voice remains a steady anchor in the storm. This is ...
