"Welcome to the mid-day briefing, ladies", the WingCos glance lingered on them, "gentlemen,
cannibals and
mechanical mostrosities from outer space."
"According to the best Intelligence, there were probably 10
cannibals,
mechanical montrosities and assorted spies and cultists infiltrated into our original complement of 30. This means that 7 of the remaining 16 of us are BAD. And worse, it is entirely possible that some of the remaining 9 have also been subverted. There was a night with a suspicious lack of activity. There is a spy on the loose who is quite capable of recruiting apprentices from among us."
"Aces of the Pacific, we have a new enemy among us. A pack of fiends from outer space even now walks amongst us, wearing the faces of our former friends whose identities they have stolen. There is one among us who has a break in his service record. AOK shamefully deserted in the face of the enemy but reappeared to take the place of another shortly afterwards. Could he have been replaced by a mechanical replica in the interim?"
"In this new struggle we need to call on every resource that humanity has in order to repel these mechanical monstrosities."
Cannibals may not be everybody's cup of tea, but they have been a dammned sight more effective at dealing with the
Cylons than the rest of you and at least they are human.
It is a desperate measure that I call you to. These
cannibals are depraved. They have eaten our friends. But they have also eaten a
Cylon. We must pray for them, that a
Guardian Angel might watch over them and protect them from the inhuman practices of the
Cylons that will be hunting for them tonight. You may yearn with every fibre of your being to string these
Cannibals from the nearest tree. But you must resist the temptation. The
Cannibals are the last chance for humanity. Lynch a
Cylon today and tomorrow the situation may be different. Lynch a
cannibal today, and we are all toast.
Will the last hope for humanity be toasted tonight?