Premise: The human race, in its entirety, now numbers only 50,000 souls. In a single day, in a matter of hours, the Cylons overrode the defenses of each of the 12 Colonies of Kobol and rained down nuclear weapons. The Battlestar Galactica only survived through the lessons of the past. It and a number of civilian vessels with faster-than-light hyperdrives retreated into a void where our fuel and supplies are limited, with little hope of replenishment. There are Cylons among us. After 40 years of silence, our robotic slaves evolved to appear just like the humans they hate. They are no longer a recognizable enemy. This surviving convoy sails now in uncharted waters in an effort to find the means and tools to fight the dragons in these latitudes.