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Reagan Space Station.

Earth Orbit United States

"One year.

One year ago we found Earth. We did what we set out to do, across countless light years, through dangers natural and artificial. We followed clues and legends, we lived through the ancient myths, we walked on the soil of Kobol and left our blood there. We crossed the sea of stars, nothing but death behind us and darkness in front. We did all that because we had faith, we had hope, and we were rewarded."

William Adama let his eyes rest on the faces of the people before him that stood on the hangar deck of the Reagan Space Fortress, one of Earth's mightiest defence stations. Some of the eyes looking back at him were familiar, Kara Thrace, Karl and Sharon Agathon, Felix Gaeta and Anastasia Dualla. Right at the front was his son Lee, dashing in Colonial grey decked with medals. They were names and faces that were family, regardless of their blood ties to him personally. Years of danger and hardship had brought them together and kept them there, and even now with their journey ended they still clung to those bonds.

"Our path was dangerous, deadly even. The Cylons never relented in their pursuit. Like the machines they are they hunted us without mercy right to the gates of Earth, right to the home of the Thirteenth tribe of man. And then they attacked our brothers and sisters here too.

They slaughtered civilians, attacked their protectors, fired without warning on warships. They tried to sweep through to Earth and destroy it as they had done to twelve other homeworlds before. They invaded this place, but came no further."

Also in the hangar arrayed in rank and file were people who's very existence was unknown just twelve months ago by Earth reckoning. They were officers and personnel of the United Nations of Earth, a group as diverse as the twelve colonies of Kobol all living on the same world. A union of different groups and nations, places with a history as ancient and proud as Caprica, Aerelon, Tauron or any other colony. He spotted Colonel McQueen, Nathan West, Cooper Hawkes and Shane Vansen, the first child of Earth they had encountered and the first true hope of salvation they had uncovered. Beside him stood the stalwart shape of Glenn Ross, immovable and constant as a mountain face. These people were new to him, but had by their actions proven their qualities.

"The people of Earth did not turn us away." Adama continued. "They gave us shelter; they welcomed us and accepted us as siblings in need. They did not blame us for the danger we brought with us, for without us the Cylons would never have found this place. We brought a war to their doorstep, and they met the challenge magnificently."

"The Cylons were beaten, their fleet destroyed before they could communicate the location of Earth. For now this place is still a sanctuary, and we can rest safe in her arms. For a little while.

But the Cylons are still out there, still hunting and one day they will find us, and they will come for us. We must be ready, children of Earth and the Colonies together, we must be prepared to stand as one, brothers and sisters all against the dark."

He looked down before continuing.

"One year ago today we found safety, but it was not for free. We had to pay for it with blood, just like we have always done. The United Earth Fleets and the last of the Colonial Fleet gave battle one last time, the final stand of the Colonies as they were. We won, we carried the day, but in so doing many lives were given. We are here enjoying the freedom of Earth because some among us gave up that chance. They will never walk these lands or breath the air of our new home. They willingly turned away from that desire and fought for us, sacrificed for us, and died for us."

"We remember the Saratoga, we remember the ships of her task force, the pilots of her air wing and the Marines in her complement. We remember the Galactica, last of the Colonial Battlestars which for so long was our home and last hope of survival. Today we have realised that hope, but must never forget where we came from and how we came here.

"We remember the lives f those who could not be here. Whether they passed three years ago during the fall, or one year ago in the last battle of the Colonial Navy. As my friend Saul Tigh would say, we gave those frakking toasters the beating they were begging for."

There were a few laughs.

"And we remember Laura Roslin, the last President of the Colonies. It was her vision that brought us here, her faith and her strength which never faltered and drove us on to this final salvation. She died with Earth reflected in her eyes, knowing that we were safe and her duty to her people was finally done.

We can't go back to what we were, but we can learn and we can become something better. We have a second chance thanks to people like Laura, and Saul, and thousands of others. We are here because of them, and we can never forget.

It is said that life here began out there. We know now that is true, and it is still true. While there is life on Earth we cannot abandon the idea that out there, somewhere, human life persists. Hidden on colonies, secluded on distant refuges, locked on ships in the darkness of space.

They might still be out there even now, fighting for survival. We can't let them fight on alone."

station as she vanished.