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The valkyries of the old gods knew no fear of the enemy, for they were wrath incarnate. In an age where the worlds of all the humankind stand on the brink of destruction, the warriors of the twelve tribes hold the memory of the battling maidens close dear. On the battlefields between the stars of Cyrannus, they invoke the names of gods and legends, human blood and superstition standing against the relentless force of the machines.
Every victory they now achieve, every day they continue to survive, is now an addition to the scrolls of legend, worthy of a new chronicle to be written for future generations. The deeds of the new colonial valkyries, the pilots of the modern age, will be remembered for as long as the colonies continue to survive, and beyond if humanity once again makes the voyage to distant stars.
It is this hope for which they fight, hope for a future when their war may be remembered. It is this hope which makes them different from the machines, for which there cannot be anything than the command, the directive, the code dictating actions of the moment. Robots have no dreams, no memories, no legends, and because of it, the valkyries will forever triumph over them, carried by the blessings of the gods.

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Battlestar Galactica fanart.

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The valkyries of the old gods knew no fear of the enemy, for they were wrath incarnate. In an age where the worlds of all the humankind stand on the brink of destruction, the warriors of the twelve tribes hold the memory of the battling maidens close dear. On the battlefields between the stars of Cyrannus, they invoke the names of gods and legends, human blood and superstition standing against the relentless force of the machines.
Every victory they now achieve, every day they continue to survive, is now an addition to the scrolls of legend, worthy of a new chronicle to be written for future generations. The deeds of the new colonial valkyries, the pilots of the modern age, will be remembered for as long as the colonies continue to survive, and beyond if humanity once again makes the voyage to distant stars.
It is this hope for which they fight, hope for a future when their war may be remembered. It is this hope which makes them different from the machines, for which there cannot be anything than the command, the directive, the code dictating actions of the moment. Robots have no dreams, no memories, no legends, and because of it, the valkyries will forever triumph over them, carried by the blessings of the gods.

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Battlestar Galactica fanart.