The Adventures of Cylon Worrior:

THE First CYLON

Written By Joshua .s. winkler

It began on an air-plane, it started with a boy, well not a boy more like
a hybrid who was left on-board in an on-flight DayCare. The hybrids name
will be Cylon .X.I. Worrior, I say Will Be because he has no name at this
point.
I am not going to say what happened in the DayCare that day, but I
will say it ended with a lot of blood. Any-way, an old lady saw
what happened and for some morbid reason decided to adopt him.
The old lady turned out to be an employee for a Renaissance- War-Club
and enrolled the hybrid in one of the Last On Team contests where the
teams fight to the death and the last man or woman on the team and field
wins and gets his or her own personal squire.
(Cylon looked around the age of 26, but really he was only 12
years old. Many people mistaken him for an adult; He was offered a glass of
beer at the age of ten, which he declined. What Im trying to say is he looked
a lot older than he was.)
Cylon found out about the enrollment and wondered why the old lady
wanted him to enter in certain death.

After the next few days Cylon was accepted and suppose to battle in
three days, he made his own armor and weapons. His armor had red
chainmail with silver titanium plates to protect to his scarful body from
enemys blades and arrows. His helmet was silver with a red titanium visor
with a crown mounted above it.
The day was here, Cylon was worried but confident. he rode on horseback. His black horse had red-silver titanium armor and was tired with age,
but despite the horses age it still troted on.
On the way there Cylon saw a wooden sign that read Many Enter
But Only One Leaves. Cylon
remembered a poem it said
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of
earth
And danced the skies on laughtersilvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the
tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds -- and done a hundred
things
You have not dreamed of -- wheeled and
soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and
flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,

Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

At the entrance there was a check-booth. Cylon was ready for war, he
dismounted his horse, his blade shining in the sunlight, his visor was
blocking the sunlight from his face which concealed his identity.
The war broke out Cylon was slaying everything in his way. Finally the
last man on enemy team, he had yellow chainmail with iron plates with word
Scavenger embedded in them. Cylon struck him with his blade, The
Scavenger fell wincing in pain. Cylon ended the stand-off. Cylon had won!
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

The End
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills; 10
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.