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this is based on the new series so prepare to join the rag tag fleet and have fun :)

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On the Armistace Station in deep space the only resident was a bored Colonial officer.

The picture of his wife and son was on the desk and he knew he would be able to rejoin them soon on Caprica.

his boredom was shattered when he heard the clang of an airlock being activated. He heard foot steps and the door opened to reveal two Cylon Centurians.

these were very different but the major surprise was the woman they were flanking.

Fifty years of non-contact had been broken by the words "are you alive"

As she kisses him a nuke vapourises the station and the ceasefire was now officially over.

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this was the signal for the Cylon Base Stars to attack the 12 colonies. As each planet was attacked by Swift Cylon raiders armed with nukes each and every computer on the colonys was shutting down.

the defending Vipers and Battlestars seemed to loose power when Cylon ships approached and the war was only beginning...

Jobe looked out of the porthole to the mineral rich Moon below, he saw a dark image flash past, almost like a fighter plane, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked again, it was gone, he needed some more sleep, 3 hours was obviously not enough, he wandered off back up to the bridge of the Mining ship Jobe which was accompanied by another mining ship and Jobes yacht, few men dreamed of owning a yacht but many less considered owning the rights to entire Moon, his wealth hadn't bought him much happiness, his wife was becoming more distant and he had little time for sleep with all the problems these Mining ships presented.

Captain Jacob of the Jobe 1 Mining ship was also suffering from a lack of sleep, one of the mining shuttles had become stuck on the Moon and had kept most, if not all, the senior officers awake, he looked over to the warm eyes of his communications officer who seemed worried, Jacob knew why but he felt the need to go over and ask.

"lack of sleep getting you down?" He rubbed his eyes and fingered his warm cup of Coffee.

"Captain, I just got word that the Twelve Colonies are under attack, Cylons have broken the treaty!" Now Jacob was awake, awake and shocked he looked around for Jobe, realising that the owner was off deck he quickly pulled down the ship-wide PA system and coughed into it, "Urrm, we have reports of an Attack currently underway on the Twelve Colonies, now I do not want a panic on this ship, all I need is for Jobe to come to the Bridge and for someone to get that frakking piece of garbage shuttle back up on this ship!"

The next two minutes went at hyperspeed, Jobe came to the Bridge, then left after being briefed, the Yacht went off to hyperspace, several crew members reported seeing a black fighter named Gritzk and lastly the Mining Shuttle made it onto the flight deck, with final preparations met the last two ships went to catch the Yacht which was going to rescue any survivors on Gemini, Jobes Home.

bumped

"The Cylon war is long over, but we must not forget the reasons why...." had begun Commander Adamas speech at the decommisioning cermamony of the Galactica, now as the Viper Mk7 squadron was redeployed to Pycon military command in preparation for reassignment, they intercepted a pair of Cylon raiders, the raiders were unlike anything the pilots had seen in thier target recognition training, and as the startled pilots moved to engage, a virus was transmitted to the vipers navigation and command computers, leaving the ships dead meat for the cylon raiders, only the Raptor pilotted by Boomer and helo escaped, allthough they suffered damage and were forced to put down on Caprica.

Aboard the Galactica

"Set Condition 1 throughout the ship!" came over the PA system
Then the XO of the ship came to the CIC intime to be handed a message by Commander Adama, the header indicating it had been sent in the clear

"This is a retirement joke, its a prank!" he exclaimed
"I dont think so" replied the commander in a solemn voice, he then picked up the PA headset
"Attention all hands, moments ago this ship recieved word that a Cylon attack against our homeworlds is underway, as of this moment we are at war. Stand to your duties, trust your fellow shipmates and we will all get through this. Further updates as we get them."

Battlestar Andromeda sat in deep space, she had been slowly floating up and down a trade lane running from Caprica to Virgon for the past few weeks, life was very dull at the moment.

Commander Harris rubbed his hand over his mouth, trying to wake his face up. He walked slowly down the corridor towards the CIC, a large cup of coffee in one hand and the mornings reports in the other.

“Morning sir,” said a passing crewman, snapping off a half-arsed salute.
“Morning Cravits,” replied Harris, giving the man a nod.

He awkwardly opened the folder and started to read the reports.

He started to skim, the reports these days were starting to read like newspapers, theres a Captain somewhere at Pycon who is trying to justify his job…

This caught Harris’s attention…

- Contact lost with Armistice station

“Strange,” he said aloud. He took a sip from his cup and continued down the corridor.

The klaxon made him tense up, a voice crackled over the intercom, “Action stations, Action stations, set condition 1 throughout the ship, this is not a drill. Repeat. Action stations, Action stations, set condition 1 throughout the ship, this is not a drill.”

He started to move faster towards the CIC, the people who were leisurely walking past him before started to run. “This must be a joke…” he muttered… “This must be a joke.”

“Situation,” said Harris over the noise of the klaxon as he entered the CIC.

Colonel Ellens picked up a communication sheet from the command console and she handed it to Harris, “We’ve received a priority one alert message from Pycon… I’ll save you the effort of reading it sir… Cyclon attack underway… they say its not a drill.”

“This can’t be, have you verified it with Fleet?”

”We can’t contact Fleet.”

The klaxon died out, Harris looked around… everyone was looking at him, waiting for him to say something… anything.

Silence.

“DRADIS contacts,” yelled Lieutenant Green who was sat by the set of consoles in the CIC. “bearing 234, range 224. CLOSING.”

“We’re not on any shipping lanes Commander,” said Colonel Ellens, looking at him expectantly.

“IFF?” asked the Commander.

“None… I don’t recognize the transponders,” replied the Lieutenant.

“Launch Vipers. Come to heading 121,”

This was happening too fast… what’s going on? Where’s the fleet?

“Flight reports 3 minutes before they can launch a CAP,” said Ellens replacing the handset on the command console.

“ 3 minutes!” he resisted the need to slam his fist on the console. They weren’t ready, this was his fault… dam it. “Retract the flight pods, ready for FTL jump.”

“Range 139. CLOSING.”

“Sir, we haven’t made an FTL jump since the shakedown cruise. We can…” whispered Ellens, a worried look on her face.

“Range 100, CLOSING.”

“… we haven’t got time to discuss this Colonel,” said the Commander, looking at the DRADIS display over the command console.

“Range 88. CLOSING. Radiological alarm.”

“Lieutenant plot a course….” said Ellens looking around for Lieutenant Green.

“No time,” Harris cut her off, “A blind jump… we haven’t go time to plot.” He could feel the time ticking away…

“Sir?”

“We’ve got the base calculations done already… blind jump.”

“But they’re…”

“JUMP!” he lost his composure for a second, everything was falling apart.

“New contacts, Missiles, bearing 233 range 50. Radiological alarm.”

“Brace for impact,” called the Colonel, grabbing the side of the console.

The ship rocked, 3 or 4 nuclear warheads struck the ship, rocking it wildly.

“Damage report,” called Ellens.

“Hull beach between bulkhead 14 through to 22. We’re venting.”

“Is the FTL drive still operational?”

“Yes sir.”

“Jump.”

it felt strange to watch the end of the world. At least that was what Gaius Baltar was thinking as he seen from a distance the rising mushroom cloud from Caprica city.

his lovers body had protected him and as he picked himself up he still couldn't take in what she said about her being a cylon and that he was a traitor to his species.

His programmes after being altered had taken down the whole Caprican defence computer network and now the mushroom clouds were testament to his guilt.

dazed he followed the survivors to outside the city where they've spotted the damaged Raptor in a clearing.

"Boomer" Helo calls out to her "We've got company"

Hundred's of heavy raider's began descending upon all of the colonies, waiting until the blasts had begun fading. Roaring through the atmosphere they dropped like rain, landing at intervals of 20 miles, the Centurians that thudded off them began moving out in pairs, fanning out and hunting all survivors.

On Caprica, as Boomer and Helo are surrounded by survivors, it is easy to see the raider that lands 17 miles away... Atop a hill, you could even see the Centurions as the disgorged. You could even see them turn. You could see each and every step they took, as they moved towards the wounded Raptor...

"A thermonuclear device in the 50 megatonne range was detonated over Caprica city a half hour ago, no word yet on casualties but they will be high. Following the complete destruction of Colonial Military command on Pycon during the first wave of the attack, Admiral Ngaala has taken personal command of the fleet aboard the battlestar Atlantia" said Adama into the PA system, he then turned to the XO,
"If were in a shooting war were going to need something to shoot"
"Il start checking Ammo depots"
"And get Leuitenant Thrace out of the brig"

Jobe was rushing about the bridge of his Yacht, the jump had taken him rather quickly to Gemini and he was busy organising places for refugees to stay, several Tour-Boats, based on the design of the Raptor popped out and landed slowly onto Gemini before taking several refugees onboard and returning to the Yacht, it was only a small manner of time before the Yacht was discovered by a close-by Base Star, Jobe looked on in awe as thousands of Nukes flew towards his ship, the refugees hadn't even made it on-board yet.

Jumping out a few kilometers away from the Yacht Captain Jacob and Captain Ishmael saw the explosion and the Base Star, almost simultaniously they cried out, "JUMP!" The crew had never made a blind jump before but they were willing to try, the mining vessel's vanished.

A short journey took (fortunantly) them a short distance and within visual range of the Battlestar: Galactica, Jacob rested, a Battlestar, even one this old, could protect them, "This is Jobe 1 of the Mining Fleet Jobe, we are requesting protection from the Cylons who have attacked our fleet."

having repaired the damaged fuel line Boomer had the chance to look up and see the refugees approaching. they also seen a strange looking ship landing in the distance and assumed the worst. Cylons were landing troops.

she knew her duty and the two colonial officers drew their weapons to keep the panicked civilians.

Children were allowed on first and the remaining spot was determined by a lottery. the number was drawn and an old woman got on board.

Helo noticed a face in the crowd he recognised. Dr Gaius Baltar.

"I'm staying" he tells Boomer "we'll need a genius aboard if we've got a chance" and lets Baltar on in his place.

As Sharon lifts off he wonders what he'll do now apart from running.

some civilians tag along with him while other shocked survivors just wait for death to claim them.

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Gaius Baltar thought he was going mad. He thought he could see 'her' for a second. the next thought he had as he heard her voice and seen her beside him was that he was going insane.

as he struggles with his feelings Boomer manages to break orbit with the heavily overloaded raptor and as she drifts along on silent running she listens to her wireless set.

A call was coming out from Colonial Heavy 798, a government ship. Sharon follows the message and makes the jump to what she hopes will be a safer part of space..

The Centurions reached the landing site while Helo and his runners were well within visual. Without hesitation, the remaining civilians were slaughtered. As their screams died, the Centurions turned and began a steady march after Helo and company. There was only two. That was all that would be needed.

As for the civilian slaughter, similer events happened upon all of the twelve colonies. The command directive was obvious. Kill all humans... In the name of god.

Helo soon finds himself alone again and manages to take down the pair of centurians in a long firefight. The people with him are either killed during the fight.

He heads back in the direction of a deserted Caprica city holing up for the night in a deserted remote house.

He thinks about Sharon and wonders if she got away safely as well as what they could have had if the Chief wasn't around..

Sharon(CC) looks around. "Helo!!" She yells, trying to avoid detection yet find her partner. "Helo where are you!!" She began moving off towards a city, figuring that that's where he would head for supplies.

OOC:CC stans for Caprica Copy.

the next morning Helo wakens from a restless sleep.

Using the last of his emergency rations he gets breakfast and looks a window when he hears a voice.

He can't believe it when he sees Sharon back for him but still cautiously opens the door and locates her.

"Boomer you came back for me. do you have any news on the Galactica?" he says the relief visable on his face.

Onboard the battlestar Morphia

“Action stations, action stations, set condition 1 through out the ship! Repeat, action stations, action stations, set condition 1 through out the ship!” The line was repeated over and over through the intercom, accompanied by the flashing red lights of the alarm. Commander Coy Rivers was running along passageway to the CIC.

“Situation?!” he yelled, squeezing through the rotating doors in CIC. Looking up at the blank DRADIS display, which hung above the command console, he waited for whatever message they had received.

“Sir, we received a disturbing message. You’re not gonna’ like it,” Colonel Jake Castillo stood on the opposite side of the command console, with a small, corner-less piece of paper. “From Picon Fleet Headquarters; Cylon attack underway. This is no drill.”

“You’ve gotta’ be kidding me! Today of all days!” Rivers slammed his fist on the command console, causing the light inside it to flicker for a second. Today, the battlestar Morphia, which he commanded, was supposed to begin a 9 month long overhaul at the shipyards somewhere near the colony of Tauron. Rivers stood frozen to the spot for a minute, and began to issue orders to those in the CIC. “Alright, Colonel Castillo, inform all viper squadrons that they are to be ready to launch at a moments notice. Mr. Vaughn, get the FTL drives ready incase we need to jump somewhere. Lieutenant Flynn, send a message to fleet headquarters reading ‘Battlestar Morphia ready, requesting orders’ through encryption protocol 1.”

It wouldn’t take long for the fleet to respond, if it was still intact. The ship’s commander listened to those around him, relying his orders, or doing their jobs. He knew that most of them would be hit hard by the attacks, and he himself was, and it showed. Rivers was beginning to sweat, and he was distracted by things he didn’t want to think about, like the ship exploding.

“DRADIS contacts! 2, no, wait, 3 cylon basestars bearing 174 mark 139!” Vaughn declared. “They’re launching raiders!”

“Gods damnit, they’re behind us!” Pausing, Castillo, looked up at the DRADIS console again, watching the 3 red blips grow at a rapid pace, to about 600 blips. “Launch vipers, and tell them not to stray beyond the recovery zone. Mr. Lee, bring us into the nearest basestar! We can’t let them have a clear shot at our engines.”

“Incoming missiles! Range 300.”

“Get the point defense guns firing, use the main guns to put up a flak field. Fire missiles at the closest basestar until we can jump!” Castillo watched the missiles on DRADIS as the ships viper squadrons began to launch.

Major “Spike” Bridges’ voice came over the wireless a few seconds later, “All vipers, form up on squadron leaders, raiders are priority. Engage when in range.”

“Radiological alarm! The bastards launched nukes at us!”

“Time ‘till impact?!” Castillo watched the green and red blips began to merge on DRADIS.

“43 seconds, sir!”

“Vaughn, how long until we can jump?” Rivers asked, his hands shaking. He didn’t want to get hit by the nukes, knowing very well that 6 or 7 nuclear detonations on one area of the hull would bring the ship down. If they didn’t jump out soon, that may very well happen.

“Give me a minute!” came the reply.

“We don’t have a minute, damnit! Those frakkin’ missiles will be on us any second!” Rivers screamed, causing most of the people in CIC too glance worryingly at the commander. The room fell silent for several moments, apart from the wireless chatter they were receiving from the viper pilots.

“Nuclear missiles have entered the engagement zone! Time until impact is now 21 seconds!”

“Let’s hope that the point defense guns can get them all before we they hit.” Castillo sighed, watching the commander shacking slightly. “We need to bring the vipers back aboard, sir.” he informed Rivers.

“Well then recall the damn vipers!” he barked. The commander wanted to leave the area as soon as possible.

“Recall vipers!” Castillo yelled.

“Time until impact is now 7 seconds, sir!”

“FRAK! Why didn’t the frakkin’ PDS guns get the missiles?” Rivers yelled. He slammed his fist into the command console.

“I don’t know, sir! 4 seconds!”

Colonel Castillo and Commander Rivers stood frozen where they stood as they watched the missiles close in on the ship through the DRADIS screen. It seemed as if time slowed down. “BRACE FOR IMPACT!”

With the vipers landing on all 4 landing strips, 4 nuclear missiles slammed into the bow of the ship, creating a blinding flash of light. The ship rocked wildly, as one could hear the groaning of the eerie groaning of the hull, as it tried to keep itself from being shredded.

“Damage report?” Castillo called.

“Vipers report no fires, hull is holding.”

“Thank the gods for that.” Castillo whispered to himself. He turned to face Rivers, who had a blank look on his face.

“Yea. Thank the gods.” Rivers responded softly.

“Vaughn, can we jump yet?” Castillo inquired, as he watched the last of the green blips disappear from the DRADIS display. All vipers were aboard.

“Yes, sir!”

“More nukes incoming! Raiders are hanging back!”

“Then jump, damnit!” Castillo replied.

“Aye sir!” Vaughn responded, producing the glowing FTL key. He inserted it into a small hole by his console. Turning the key, he uttered one word, “Jumping!” The battlestar disappeared in a flash of light.

“How many?”

The Commander sat in his leather chair, which was swiveled away from the desk in his quarters and was facing the wall. He sipped on a glass of ambrosia while staring at the landscape painting of one of the coastlines of Sagittaron.

“Sir?” asked Colonel Ellens

“How many did we loose?”

“149 dead Sir, 66 wounded.”

“Why so little wounded?

“Most deaths were the result of venting into space when the hull was breeched,” Ellens pulled on her tunic somewhat uneasily, “We were very lucky sir, a few hundred meters to the bow and the strike would have ignited the port flight pod’s fuel lines.”

“Humpf, lucky.”

“Sir?”

Commander Harris shook his head, the Cylons had achieved complete surprise. They still couldn’t raise anyone from fleet command, although it was mainly due to the damage to their communications array now.

“What? Oh, never mind…” he turned in his chair to look at Colonel Ellens, “We need to make it to a shipyard to repair… link up with the fleet,” he coughed, “I take it we still haven’t received any communications?”

Ellens shook her head. “Not from fleet, but we’ve picked up on a number of communications from individual Battlestars, they’ve reported power outages on contact with the Cylons. It seems to be a running theme… one of communications was saying something about the navcom. We’re checking it out.”

“We’ll make best speed to Scorpia,” he took a deep breath, half listening to Ellens “Its time to get into this fight. Dismissed Colonel.”

As the Andromeda cruised along a cylon raider popped into normal space, and scanned the area.

It soon spotted the battlestar and sent a communications signal to them before activating its FTL drive and vanishing.

The virus that had crippled so many ships had been transmitted to the Andromeda ready for the attack.

ooc: as far as i remember the virus was using Baltars programmes to take out colonial shipping. If the Battlestars systems are networked it'll get to work in a few seconds. if the navigation computer isn't networked the infection will take a lot longer to work through the ship

Lieutenant Green taped a few commands into the keyboard, “No, I don’t see anything wrong… Is it still connected to the network?”

“Yes sir,” said the crewman who was lying under the Navcom, fiddling with a number of wires, “Want me to disconnect it?”

“Yeah pull it,” said Green, flicking open a chart and reading out loud, “the last update was a CMP patch… can you bring up the console?”

“DRADIS contact… it’s the Cylons,” said a crewman, leaning over a console and flicking a switch.

The intercom cracked on, “Set Condition One,” said Captain Walker, the duty officer, “Commander Harris to CIC.”

“Loss contact, it looks like it jumped,” said the crewman attending the DRADIS console.

“Dispatch the CAP, make sure it isn’t a glitch,” said Captain Walker.

Lieutenant Green, who had briefly stood up sat back down and continued to work, “Petty Officer, put the console back together… looks like we might need it.”

“Sir.”

“Wait!” said Green, who had, upon looking at the screen, noticed that it was corrupted. Data was scrolling up the display at an alarming rate. It then went black. He looked around the CIC expecting to see that the power had gone, but everything was still working, “Don’t attach it to the network! Captain Walker, I need you.”

Jobe was rushing about the bridge of his Yacht, the jump had taken him rather quickly to Gemini and he was busy organising places for refugees to stay, several Tour-Boats, based on the design of the Raptor popped out and landed slowly onto Gemini before taking several refugees onboard and returning to the Yacht, it was only a small manner of time before the Yacht was discovered by a close-by Base Star, Jobe looked on in awe as thousands of Nukes flew towards his ship, the refugees hadn't even made it on-board yet.

Jumping out a few kilometers away from the Yacht Captain Jacob and Captain Ishmael saw the explosion and the Base Star, almost simultaniously they cried out, "JUMP!" The crew had never made a blind jump before but they were willing to try, the mining vessel's vanished.

A short journey took (fortunantly) them a short distance and within visual range of the Battlestar: Galactica, Jacob rested, a Battlestar, even one this old, could protect them, "This is Jobe 1 of the Mining Fleet Jobe, we are requesting protection from the Cylons who have attacked our fleet."

a pair of patroling cylon raiders pop into normal space and do a routine scan picking up the mining ship and the Galactica.

As per their purpose they sent the virus to both ships navigation computers. They then made a fast attack on the Galactica from 30 microns out..

ooc : one of the raiders has a pair of nukes remaining.


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4 hours out from Caprica spaceport flight Colonial flight heavy 798 and a mark 2 viper from the Galactica where attemping to figure out what was going on.

The Secretary of Education Laura Roslin was trying to gather together survivors when Boomer's raptor jumped out of their jump into the system.

soon the raptor was aboard and before long Sharon has off loaded her passengers and was shepherding in more survivors.

While all this was going on Laura Roslin was confirmed President and sworn in. Colonial heavy 798 was now renamed Colonial one, the traditional name of the Presidents spacecraft.

the rag tag fleet gradually grows and as more ships join it, Captain Lee Adama continues to patrol in his mark 2 Viper on the look out for any cylon patrol ships.

three cylon raiders came out from their jump about 60 microns from the Andromeda.

the virus was sent again and they started their attack run hanging back slightly and heading straight for the battlestar attempting to enter nuke range.

ooc: they all have a nuke each and their normal guns

The armored transport Belenos was carrying heavy arms to Saggitarion when the attack broke out. Two Cylon raiders attacked the Belenos, and attempted to insert their virus.

"Captain, our fighter escorts just lost power!" reported Lieutenant Kyrobi.
"How the frak did that happen?" asked Captain Drake.
"Don't know sir!"
Drake scowled, then activated the defense systems. The Belenos carried two small cannons - not much against a cruiser, but against two Cylon raiders, they would work.

Within a minute, both raiders were destroyed.
"Captain, we're getting reports of Cylon attacks all over the colonies."
"Great." Drake sat and thought. An idea popped into his head.
"Lieutenant, do we have heavy weapons in our cargo hold?"
"Checking... yes, sir. They were to be delivered to Saggitarion."
"Could they be installed on Belenos?"
"Yes, sir."
"Wake up Lieutenant Russ. Have him get a repair team to install the heavy guns. Then load the magazine with the heaviest ammo in our hold."

The XO looked across the CIC plot table "Ragnar anchorage is our best bet, the ammunition reserve has everything we need", he looked over to leutenant Geita who had brought over another message, his normally steady hand was shaking. Adama took it, and a moment later picked up the PA mike
"Admiral Nagalla is dead, the Battlestar Atlantia has been destroyed, so has the Trident, the Solaria, the list goes on." he put the mike back down.
The XO looked up, "Whos in command, whos the senoir officer?"
Adama did not answer but looked around to Petty Officer Duala. "Dee, take down this message, to all remaining colonial military forces and government assets, message begins, Am taking command of fleet, all units to rendevous at Ragnar station for regroup and counter-ttack".
Dee looked down for a minute, then looked up "Message sent"
"DRADIS Contacts!" yelled Geita
"Identify them." said the XO
"Reading colonial IFF,"
"Hail them"
OOC: Its you

While Geita was bussying himself with the comms board, leutenant Thrace came in and saluted, "Sir?"
"Starbuck, I need pilots and I need fighters"
"Pilots you got, theres twenty of us crawling up the wall in the briefing room, but fighters"
"I seem to remember a whole squadron of fighters down on the port hangar deck yesterday afternoon."
Half an hour later the Viper MkIIs had been moved to the starboard hangar as the port launch deck had been turned into a gift shop

Commander Harris entered through the hatchway into the CIC, Colonel Ellens followed close behind him.

“Situation?” he asked as he approached the command console.

“3 Raiders just jumped at 152, 60 microns away,” said Captain Walker.

“Thank you Captain, get to your duty station now.”

“Sir.”

“Colonel Ellens, whats the status of our CAP.”

“They’re already on an intercept course sir, 2 minutes,” replied Ellens, checking the information on the command console.

Commander Harris nodded, “Launch the alert fighters, come about to 025, stand by for enemy suppression barrage. Execute.”




“Andromeda, this is Jolt, I see 3 raiders at bearing 120. Moving to intercept.” Said Jolt, the lead pilot in the 4 man CAP, all of a sudden his cockpit went black, “Wait, I’m having problems here… Andromeda, come in Andromeda,” he flicked a switch on the cockpit, “Breaker, my avionics have gone down, take over.”

“Breaker? Can you hear me?” he looked over to his right wing, to see Breaker floating dead in space next to him.




Lieutenant Green stood up and looked to the Commander, “Sir we’ve lost contact with the CAP.”

“All of them?”

“Yes sir… we can still see them on DRADIS, but they’re not responding to our communications and their IFF has been turned off.”

“Complete power outage…” mumbled Ellens.

Green looked over to the blank Navcom screen, “Sir, the Vipers use CNP.”

Harris took a sharp intake of breath, “Hold the launch schedule.”

Ellens repeated, picking up the hand set, “Hold the launch schedule aye sir!”

“Enemy Suppression barrage. Execute,” said the Commander quickly, “Can we strip the program out of the vipers?” he asked looking at Green.

“Yes sir.”

“Get too it,” said Harris, “How long?”

“I’ll take about 2 hours sir.”

Harris cursed under his breathe, all colonial military assets used that program. It must be that program… it’s the only thing the vipers have in common with the navcom.

The Raptors won’t be able to retrieve his pilots, and with the navcom down… hes going nowhere.

Commander Harris stood, hands cupped behind his back, staring at the DRADIS screen.

Because that’s all he could do.

the three raiders attacking the Andromeda first took out the disabled mark 7 vipers with their guns and then launched their nukes.

two were destroyed by the barrage but one got through heading for the Andromeda. One raider is also destroyed but the other two pull back out of range of the barrage and wait at a distance for the result of the explosion.

####

now twenty microns out the virus is sent again by the two cylon raiders closing on the Galactica.

they close trying to get a direct hit as the two nukes are launched against the Galactica.

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Colonial one and Captain Adama both picked up the signal from the Galactica.

Lee Adama lands his fighter in the ship and heads to the cramped bridge where President Roslin in waiting for him.

she sends back the following reply to the Galactica. "This is Colonial one. The President is aboard and we request your help in our rescue mission"

Boomer having returned and landed her Raptor heads out off the bay and to the upper decks of the ship.

She sits down and rests wondering why she feels so confused and having these conflicting thoughts.

ooc: Boomer is beginning to recieve her first orders and she's confused since she thinks she's still human.

Outside the Belenos, Lieutenant Russ was welding the heavy cannons to the Belenos' hull.
"Drake to Russ, come in, please!"
"Russ here."
"How are you coming?"
"Nearly done with the second cannon. We've already loaded the magazines with heavy rounds."
"Good. Battlestar Atlantia has been destroyed, and Commander Adama on Galactica has taken command of the fleet. We need to jump to Ragnar ASAP."
"Affirmative. Russ out."

“No! No! No! We can’t do that! Just pull them!” yelled the deck chief, an elderly man who lost a bit of breath climbing onto the viper wing.

“What?” yelled Razor, one of the pilots.

“Pull the flight computers, you’ll be able to fly still, just keep an eye on where Andromeda is.”

“Your joking! The Mk 7s fly by wire, we’ll never even get it out of the launch tube.”

“Rubbish!” called Zeus, the CAG. He was climbing up onto the other wing, “We’ll be in the stone age of flying again, but if you by-pass all the flight protocols it’ll work… get on it chief.”

“Sir!” he shouted over the sound of the barrage, leaning over the console he yanked on the side of the flight computer, pulling it clean out of the cockpit. “There, Viper 234 ready to fly!”

“Get her loaded into the launch tube, I’m taking this one Razor,” yelled Zeus.

“Right Sir,” replied Razor hopping out of the cockpit.



Colonel Ellens replaced the handset, “Commander, flight reports ready to launch 4 vipers.”

“Launch vipers,” said the Commander.

As he gave the order the lucky nuke impacted on the bow of the Battlestar, shaking it widely.

“Damage report!” he called, pulling himself off the command console he had used to brace himself.



“Hutch, stay on my wing,” called Zeus, “Twist and Fable break right.”

The viper formation split neatly into 2 groups, “Broken formation, keep it loose and watch your rear quarters,” called Zeus again.



“Hull breach,” said Ellens while checking through the five different reports that seemed to appear from mid-air, “Its hit the primary water tanks… we’ve vented the port tank into space…. Damage control teams report situation is controlled…. No fire… We’re in a counter-clockwise spin, recoverable.”

The Commander nodded and looked back at the DRADIS, he was in control now.

“Cease fire main guns,” he called.



“Ok, I’ve got eyes on,” said Zeus checking his arcs, “Hutch, stay tight O.K, I’m going to take the first.”

He punched the throttle forward and dived in towards the first raider, “How do like me now bitch,” he muttered as he went into a roll above the raider, firing his guns as he did.

Twist and Fable were heading straight for the 2nd raider, almost dead on. Twist being the lead pilot had his eyes half closed as he held down the trigger, a whisper of prayer escaping his lips.

"Radiological alarm! Multiple Marks."
"Launch CAP! Take them down!"
Three Mark 2 Vipers, Pilloted by Starbuck and two others fire out of the launch tubes and open fire on the rapidly oncoming missiles, one is destroyed but the other continues past the vipers.
"Galatica youve got an inbound nuke, CAP BREAK BREAK BREAK!"

"Brace for contact my friend"
"Havent heard that in a while"
The nuke strikes the port flight pod, detonating in a flash that was reminiscent of magnesium burning. The explosion spends itself and reveals a series of fires along the hull

"Take Command of DC"
"Commander?"
"Just do it"

He walks over to the DC control panel, the fires are put out when the effected areas are vented, but 85 crewmembers are killed when they are sucked into space.

Dee came over holding a message
"Colonial one requests our assistance in a rescue mission"
"What, who is the president now?"
"Laura Roslin"
"A damn school teacher"
"Thats the one sir"
"Well we cant help her, send her a message tellling her where to find us, then jump for Ragnar"

Two minutes later the ship recovered the three vipers and jumped for ragnar.

Andromeda attack

the pair of raiders were a lot more agile than the forebears which needed 3 centurians to fly them.

pulling off moves which a human pilot would struggle to match they sucessfully dodge for a little while.

one raider blows up and the other jumps to warp ready to pass on the Andromeda's position.

Galactia attack

the two raiders dogfight with the mark 2's giving as good as they get.

Starbuck's vipers gets a little shot up in the tail section but the raiders are driven off before they can do anymore damage and one jumps away. the other raider is destroyed.

on Colonial one

Laura Roslin mutters to herself when she hears Commander Adama's reply her frustration clear.

"Captain Apollo" she says "we need to get the survivors of the sublight ships and make that jump. If he won't come to us we'll come to him"

As preparations continue. Boomer now on patrol having refuelled spots a raider appearing briefly and jumping back.

"We have to go now" Captain Adama advises President Roslin "before more of them show up"

with a heavy heart she agrees and as they jump the cylons arrive with several raiders decimating the sublight ships with their nukes.

50 ships arrive near Ragnar station some in a bad way. Boomer launches her raptor and stays on patrol since the viper is damaged.

Onboard the battlestar Morphia

Colonel Jacob Castillo stood by the DRADIS console in CIC, with Commander Rivers by his side. It had been several hours since they had escaped the cylons, and they were in the middle of the solar system, hopefully out of the way of the basestars that had previously attacked them. The ship’s CAG, Major “Spike” Bridges was standing with the two officers, discussing the capabilities of the new cylon warships.

“I could not see any cockpits on those Raiders out there, sir. I don’t think anyone was flying them. Plus, their agility almost matches that of an old viper. The new Mk. VII’s still fly better, but a good raider pilot could probably do just as good, assuming they aren’t controlled by centurions still.” Bridges sighed, and ran his hand through his short, brown hair. “The basestars also looked different from the ones we have in the simulators onboard. As far as I could tell, there were absolutely no small guns on there. They may have them concealed, but I didn’t get a good look at them in all the confusions. All that I saw coming from the ships were missiles, both conventional and nuclear.”

“Alright. At least now we have some idea of what their new ships can do. Thanks for the report, Major. Dismissed.” Castillo saluted the major as he left. As soon as Bridges was gone he turned to the commander. “We’re in trouble here, sir. Those basestars may have no guns that we know of, but gods damn, their missiles can still do a lot of damage.”

“Yep. They sure can, and that is exactly why we have our small guns. I take it you weren’t watching DRADIS when those nukes were coming at us? Plus we have the vipers to take them out if we need.” Rivers replied, imitating a viper shooting at a missiles with his hands, sound effects and all. His little act made Castillo chuckle a bit.

“That may be true, but 4 frakkin’ nukes still got through, and the vipers need to concentrate on any raiders that may have been launched. Speaking of vipers, I think I should inform you that we lost about 12 vipers. That brings us down to 68 total. Thankfully, we didn’t lose any of the crew from the nukes.” the colonel stated, having read the report earlier, before the commander had regained his composure. Shortly after they jumped, Coy Rivers just collapsed, probably due to the stress, and the fact that they were now involved in a second war against the cylons.

“Thanks, Colonel.” Rivers paused for several moments, before continuing, “Look, about earlier, when I sort of lost it. I, um, don’t think I should be doing this. I’m not cut out for commanding a frakking battlestar. I thought I was, but I guess I’m not, and I’m sure that showed during our brief engagement.” he finished, his voice shaking a bit.

“What are saying? I mean, I figured that you shouldn’t be in command for that one engagement, but I thought it was a temporary thing. I know you had a lot of family and friends on Virgon.” Castillo replied.

“I do, but don’t want this command anymore!” the commander whispered, trying to prevent those around them from hearing.


“Look, you are in command of this ship right now, whether you like it or not! That’s not going to change anytime soon!” Castillo declared, also whispering somewhat loudly.

“But I seriously don’t want the frakking command! I DON’T WANT IT!” Rivers bellowed, his face turning a deep red as he began pulling at his hair. He began saying the same thing over and over, like a little child.

“Oh for fraks sake! Flynn, get some marines in here before the former commander begins breaking things. The poor guy’s lost it.” Castillo ordered, trying to calm the commander down. The marines arrived in a few minutes, and restrained the former commander.

After things had calmed down in the CIC, Castillo picked up the intercom handset, and began to speak into it, “Attention. This is Colonel Castillo. As of this moment, I am taking command of this ship, as Commander Rivers is unfit to command. As of 10 minutes ago, he lost it, and until he is once again sane, he will be confined to sick bay. Out.” As he returned the handset, Castillo sighed. The ship was now under his command.

“Sir, I’m receiving a message from the Galactica! Message reads, Cmdr Adama taking command, all units to rendevous at Ragnar station for regroup and counter-attack.” declared the communications officer, Lieutenant Flynn, who was holding a small piece of paper.

“Let me see the message.” Castillo took the paper, and began reading. “All right! Spin up the FTL Drives, and get us ready to go to Ragnar! Vaughn, input co-ordinates for Ragnar station, and begin the systems check.”

“Aye sir! Co-ordinates are already in, and the FTL drives are ready to go.” Vaughn once again produced the glowing blue key, and began to call out the names of sub-systems. “FTL?”

“Go!”

“Navcom?”

“Go!”

The calling continued, until the last major system had been identified. Vaughn placed the key into its slot, and turned. “Jumping to Ragnar Anchorage!”

For the second time in as many hours, the battlestar Morphia disappeared in a flash of light. Several seconds later, it reappeared in a blue-green cloud, in orbit above the gas giant Ragnar.

“Jump complete! FTL drives cooling down.” Vaughn declared, removing the key from its console.

“Good job people! Now, Lieutenant Lee, bring us towards the anchorage. Galactica will probably be docked with it if they have arrived yet. It won’t have any ammo, since it was to be decommissioned today. Also, Flynn, send the following message to Galactica, if she’s here yet. Message follows, Battlestar Morphia reporting. Colonel Castillo in command, Commander Coy Rivers out of action. Requesting orders. Message ends.” The new commander of the ship smiled, and left the CIC to go see how Coy Rivers was doing in sickbay.

"This is Galactica Actual, Battlestar Morphia, please dock your ship on the Anchorage and begin replenishing any ammunition losses you may have sustained. Then report for further orders"

on board Ragnar station Leoben was hunting for weapons that the Colonials wouldn't miss. very few people had came here over the years and they wouldn't be coming here for a good while yet.

Taking a nuke might attract some attention but in this automated station a computer could be fooled to ignore or forget items from its inventory.

He wondered who could be docking when he seen the readout on the computer screen.

It was time to hide.

"Morphia Actual, docking underway with the Ragnar Anchorage. I am launching a formation of 7 vipers to form a CAP to provide immediate protection, should any cylons jump into the immediate area around the anchorage. While docked, our repair crews will begin to repair the damage sustained in our previous engagement with the cylon forces."

Morphia port-side hanger bay

"For fraks sake! What the hell is wrong with this thing!" Specialist Goreman was sitting in the cockpit of a viper, trying to fix the electronics. During the engagement, several of the vipers in the squadron had reported problems with the electronic systems. "Hey, hey, hey! No, don't you frakkin' do this to me! Frak!" The systems went completely blank.

He climbed out of the cockpit, and went over to see the deck chief. "Chief, I've got a problem here. The Viper I was working on just went dead. Completely dead. I think some things frakkin' with the system, and I suggest we wipe the hard drives on it, if we can get it back online." Goreman wiped the sweat and grime off his face as he waited for a response.

The chief looked up from his clipboard to look at Goreman. "Uh, yea, go ahead and do that. Why don't you just pull the damn drive out and replace it with something new? We've got a bunch of spare computer systems that don't have the new CNP, but I think we could put it on later." He looked back down at his clipboard and raised an eyebrow. "You know what? Let's just pull all the hard drives and wipe them. It seems here that 30 vipers are reporting problems."

"Aye sir, wiping hard drives!" Goreman ran back to the fighter he had been working on, and began pulling wires and screens out of the cockpit.

"Hey, Red! Get over here!" Chief Powell began to move toward another man over-seeing the repairs of vipers.

"Yea, chief?" he replied, after jogging a short distance to the chief.

"Look, I need you to inform combat that the 3rd Viper Squadron is down for repairs. Tell them that we have a lot of computer related problems, and it may take awhile to get them sorted out."

"Alright." Red began to leave the chiefs presence when he stopped, and turned around, "Oh, and, Viper 328 has a gaping hole in one of the wings. You might want to go and look at it yourself. It's leaking reactor fluid too, so that also may be a problem."

"Damnit! Alright, go run along now, I'll see to that viper." The chief sighed, and rubbed his eyes. It was going to be a long day if the problems didn’t stop.

“Ok, that’s it,” said Green standing up and surveying his handy work, “That’s it!”

“What is it Lieutenant?” groaned Ellens, looking up from her communications which were laid out neatly on the command console, “Navcom?”

“Yes sir,” Green chirped as he cleared away the manuals and handbooks, “its back on-line.”

Ellens nodded to the Commander, “Adama ordered us to Ragnar sir.”

“Ordered… that’s very presumptuous of him,” muttered Harris.

“Sir?”

Commander Harris cleared his throat, “Are we able to make an FTL jump that far Ms Ellens?”

“Yes sir, she should hold together.”

“Jump when ready.”


About 5 minutes later, Battlestar Andromeda limped into the Nebula surrounding Ragnar. Its 2 hull breeches scared the side of the ship.

“Ragnar Station this is the Battlestar Andromeda, requesting clearance to dock, over.”

Belenos arrived at the Ragnar Anchorage.

"Captain, I count 3 battlestars docked already."
"Send our FFI signal, and find a dock that's not in use."
Drake then pulled out a thin folder marked "RAGNAR ANCHORAGE". He selected several crew to accompany him aboard.

"OK, focus on weapons Belenos can use - heavy ordnance and nukes."

Meanwhile, Lieutenant Malcolm Russ was supervising the modification of one of Belenos' launch bays. When they were done, it would be turned into a sizeable missile battery. With the element of surprise and enough nukes, Belenos would be able to take on a Base Star.

[(occ)The battlestar olympic was on a deepspace patrol so it did not get the cnp so it was unaffected by the virus.]

"sir, we are getting a tranmision from comander adama. He says that he is in command of the fleet and we are to meet at the Ragnar Anchorage to regroup and prepare for a counter attack." Said petty officer mendez.
"ok activated the ftl drives and get there asap."

"where did the 3 battlestars come from and how did that frieghter get those heavy guns? we need nukes thats plain and simple."

"screw this, lets shut down the quartermaster comp so we can get those nukes."

OOC: Assume that Galactica sent the jump coords to the mining ship before it jumped so it should be arriving in Ragnar aswell

TO ANDROMEDA
Permission to dock is granted, conduct repairs and fill all available space with ordanance, captain of andromeda is to report to breifing room aboard Galactica at 1800 hours, out

TO BELENOS
Load every available space with ordanance. Graft every available weapon to the hull of your ship. Captain should report to Galactica briefing room at 1800 hours

TO MORPHIA
Continue Loading and captain to report to Galactica briefing room at 1800 hours

TO OLYMPIC
Dock at Anchorage and begin loading ordanance and supplies, Captain to report to Galactica briefing room at 1800 hours.

Onboard Colonial One - Presidential Announcement

President Laura Roslin stood in front of the microphone. It should scare her that she was about to broadcast her words all across the Fleet, but for some reason, she wasn’t afraid.

All over the Fleet, wireless radios were switched on from afar. PA systems in every vessel were activated. Every means of communicating to the men and women of the Fleet was utlised.

"Citizens and Civilians of the Twelve Colonies my name is Laura Roslin. I speak to you today under the gravest of circumstances. We have been savagely attacked by the Cylons. The Armistice we have held for the last 40 years with them has ended. We have heard nothing from the colonies since the attack started. We must assume the worst.
I will not waste your time. President Adar is dead along with 42 other senior cabinet members. Control of the government has fallen to me. I won't give you a long speech about how I will serve you right as the President. I don’t want to give you details of a situation that we still don’t fully understand yet. But I will tell you all this. We are all safe."

Her head started pounding under the stress of speaking to thousands of people in one sitting. She paused a moment to collect her thoughts. When she started speaking again, her tone had changed.

"Commander Adama, a hero of the First Cylon War, is the highest ranking officer of the Colonial Navy still surviving; under his leadership, the brave men and women of the Galactica, Andromeda, Belenos, Morphia, Olympic and Trinity will protect us from the Cylon threat."

"When I was a young girl growing up on Picon, my mother gave me some advice that I have held on to for years. I had had a bad week in primary school and felt like my life was over. She took me out into our family’s garden and told me that no matter how disheartened I felt, as long as I had one true thing to believe in, things would turn out all right. As President of the Twelve Colonies, I implore you all to focus on that one thing when times get hard. For they will get hard if we are to reach Earth. As long as we have something to hold on to, though, I know we will persevere."

"Here we are today, huddled aboard our fifty ships, the surviving sons and daughters of Kobol. We will seek out the lost Thirteenth Colony of Earth and we shall journey to it. We are few in number. We have little in terms of resources and even less in terms of options.

But we have hope.
And we must survive.
So say we all."

She clicked the microphone off and let out the breath she had been holding. She hoped that had lifted at least one person’s spirits out there and given them a reason to make it through the day. There wasn’t much she felt she could do besides that. This job was going to be a lot harder on her than she first feared.

Billy Keikeya took the President’s arm and helped her back to her quarters.
"That was a good speech," he whispered quietly as they walked through the corridors.

"You didn’t think I was being too emotional, do you? Too unprofessional?"

"No, ma'am. I think your emotions will gain the trust of the Fleet. I think they’ll be able to understand that you will lead them through the hard times because you are not some godlike figure. You are approachable."
He knew that his naïve words might not be much of a comfort, but they were all he had to give. "Your humanity will win you their trust, Madame President."

Laura paused at the hatch of her quarters to turn and look at him. "What do you hold on to, Billy?"

For a second, he was confused as to what she was asking him, but then he remembered the story she had told over the wireless. "I hold on to the belief that you are the right woman for this job."

Onboard Battlestar Columbia - Initial Cylon Attack

"Gods damn it!"

Commander Adam Mitchell, Commanding Officer of the Battlestar Columbia, was bloody furious. Just an hour before, the Battlestar among others had escorted the flagship Battlestar Atlantia from the presidential parade on Picon for Colonial Day, when the Cylons suddenly attacked them right when they got to Fleet HQ. The entire base was wiped out within sixteen minutes, and the only reason Columbia had escaped was because of a pleading, albeit forceful order from President Adar, saying quite honorably, "Our so-called cloak of invincibility has fallen. Go forth now into the stars, Commander, and pray that the Gods be with you." Then the President's transmission suddenly cut off as the Atlantia enacted its self-destruct protocols, turning everything around them into a nuclear fireball. An equally honorable death.

Still, Commander Mitchell still couldn't help thinking Adar was a fool.

"Where are we? How much longer until the drive is online? The Cylons will surely find us here soon!" The question was directed to Colonel Jonathan Maxwell, executive officer.
"The Cylon virus ravaged through everything, sir - all intel is compromised, including the network drive for the engine cores. We're lucky we got out of there alive."
"As if our luck will hold," Mitchell muttered. It was true - even the CIC was down, sparks still flying and instruments still showing static. And yet, the oxygen supply and auxiliary power held, meaning damage control was also still in the fight. Good, he thought. We'll need everything we have.

Suddenly some power flared and the tac board flickered to life.
"NAV coordinates! And get me a power report!" he barked at anyone near. Maybe they could find out where the hell they jumped.
"Yes, sir," Maxwell answered, rushing to the station. He pressed a few buttons, and, after a pause, "We're near Caprica, sir. Colonial transponders active."

Commander Mitchell had a sigh of relief. This was good - now they could get some relief and find out what the hell happened over at Picon.

Suddenly, klaxons blared. "Report now! All stations!" he was yelling, trying to compete with the alarms. "DRADIS contact!" Maxwell yelled back. "Cylons at... perimeter... firing.. Tactical nukes?" Maxwell's voice and the other sounds were fading out. "Report!" he started screaming. He began to lose oxygen, breathing shallow. "Anyone?!"

Someone dragged him into the corridor just as he began to lose consciousness. "Sir? Sir?!" It was one of the Petty Officers on the deck, he couldn't remember her name. "Sir, can you hear me?" Now he remembered, barely. Lt. Irene Lorenzo. "Lorenzo.. Report.." Maxwell managed. "Sir," she started, but she had a loss too, but she quickly regained strength. "Sir, the Cylons fired one of their tactical nukes at us, just as we detected them. They fired the rest at Caprica..." Mitchell made a whine. Billions dead on Caprica. "Ship status?" he asked hoarsely, trying to stand up. Blood was streaming from his head, looking at her.

"Sir, all outer hulls are leaking air, and damage control is compromised. Second Command has been set up over here in COR." He followed her to the room. Everyone saluted as the door opened. "Stand.. Stand down." He muttered.
"We've got a detect!" Lieutenant Maxwell had made it back, and he was at the other board."It's a... it's Battlestar Galactica!"The crew assembled let out a weak cheer. "Communiqué them this; Picon and outer colonies compromised. Move to Code Orange and evacuation procedures if any civilians present." "Yes, sir," Maxwell responded, typing on the board. Then beeps. And he typed again, with more beeps. "Lieutenant?" Mitchell asked. "COM down, sir," Maxwell said quietly. "Our transponder's also disabled."

Great. No identification tags. If they go near the Galactica, they'd probably shoot them down. Then an idea formed up in his mind, albeit a sad one. "Cylon Basestars still in the area?" Mitchell asked.

"Yes, sir," Maxwell said quietly. "... we're reading twelve Basestars taking firing position at the Galactica..." He suddenly stood up from his chair, active as ever. " Navigational control active?" he asked. "Yes, sir, NAV control active."
"Plot collision course for the nearest Basestars. Arm all ordinance."

They were going out with a bang.

"Sir!" Maxwell yelled back in response, albeit too strong. Klaxons roared so loud now. He knew his duties, though. The Galactica was ancient, commanded by Commander Adama, if things didn't go too south. The first Battlestar was the most agile with Basestars, and if anyone would survive this holocaust, it would be rather them than... us.

"Collision in one minute," Maxwell reported. "All weapons armed! He turned to Mitchell.
"Fire all weapons Colonel and pray to the Gods."

"So say we all," they said holy. Silence covered the small room as launches were heard through the bulkheads. "Collision in sixteen seconds." Mitchell remembered something, that number sixteen, but it took him fifteen seconds to realize it.

"So say we all," he said one last time.

“We’re about done,” said Ellens, pulling on her tunic trying to get the pistol holster to sit correctly on her leg, “The magazines are full, we’re trying to store what was left of the Mk7s and the Raptors on the station, the other battlestars beat us to most of the good stuff.”

“It’ll do, how are the repairs getting on Colonel?” asked Harris, who was laying out his uniform on his bed.

“We’ve fixed the tanks, and are refilling from the station… the main hull breach is going to take longer to repair, ideally we need a dry dock to do it.”

“We’ll have to make do with what we’ve got,” Harris picked up his holster and attached it to his leg.

“Are these really needed sir?” asked Ellens.

“The side arms… at the moment no, but in the future,” Harris coughed, “this is fast becoming a dire situation, tensions are going to raise and this place is swarming with people who aren’t in our crew… not to mention the cylons boarding… you won’t want to be unarmed if that happens.”

“Sir,” she said, somewhat unconvinced.

“Now, get someone to snoop around the manifests of the civilian ships here I want to know if theres anyone useful on these ships, ex-military or otherwise.”

“Sir.”

“Oh, I’ve been summoned by Commander Adama, get a Raptor prep’d and a marine fire team onboard, I’ll be heading over in about an hour.”

OOC: Another scene setter, and i think this one will survive, and be commanded by a cylon infiltrator, she will think she is human, but will be controlled by the Cylon player, or anyone who wants it, it should add depth to the storyline

Battlestar Trinity, Scorpion Fleet Yards

The ships female commander, Colonel Yella Friscatii walked along the corridor towards her CIC carrying a very strong cappocino in one hand, there would be nothing to do, as her ship was waiting to be upgraded with the new CNP program, but she would be able to pick up todays more usual messages. The unusual ones would be delivered by her XO about now...
Just then around a corner from a cross corridor came her XO, carrying a couple of her unusual messages deemed to be out of the ordinary.
"Anything today Matt?" she said to her striking male subordinate, they were secret lovers but the crew, or the disciplinary panel werent to know that.

"Just one thing, the Armistice station hasnt made its report yet"
"Strange, I thought that the representatives were always on time with their no-show reports so they could come back to civilisation"
Just then the ship shook and the lights dimmed as it automatically switched to internal power. The ship shook again and the pair ran the remaining distance to the CIC.
"Report"
Her Operations officer looked up as she crossed to the DRADIS table
"Cylons ma'am, they came out of nowhere and are dropping nukes on the base, ive gone to internal power and ordered the guns manned, but we cant launch the vipers or raptors because the dockyards in the way, and we cant leave until the crew finish boarding, theyl be about ninety seconds"
"What have we lost"
"Battlestars Republic and Liberty as well the Cruiser Aries were destroyed in the first few seconds, three other battlestars have been lost indock"
"Radiological alarm, more nukes bearing on the ship, port side"
"Supression barrage, all port guns, hows the loading going?"
"Another thirty seconds and well have all the people on the platform aboard. But then its another ninety seconds to retract the clamps"
"No time for that, as soon as the locks are sealed, target the clamps and blast them off"
"Yes Sir!"
"One nuke has broken through the barrage!"
The ship shakes and the lights dim for a few seconds
"Damage report!"
"No hull breaches!"
"Thankyou Mr daniels"
"Everyones aboard, targetting clamps, firing..... Clamps gone"
"Take us out"
"Aye Captain, all ahead one third"
The ship raced out of the yard as far below, the Cylon Raiders began reducing Scorpion's cities to cinders.
"Commander Adamas taken command, the message says to rendevous at Ragnar!"
"Plot course and engage!"

And so the Trinity escaped the ruin of the Fleet Yards

tag

the Battlestar Trinity makes the jump and arrives at Ragnar station.

Colonel Friscatii sends the following message to the Galactica;

"Galactica actual, message recieved and understood. Awaiting further orders.

Battlestar Trinity, Colonel Yella Friscatii commanding"

One of the Trinity's raptors goes down to the station and they dock looking for more weapons.

their female crew chief Yukiko Sasuki finds Loeben and after disarming him brings him to the highest ranking officer present on the station her pistol stuck into his back.

ooc: whoever has personel on the station can reply to this.

Colonel Friscatii looks like number six only she has long black hair.

(occ: whos playing adama?)

" ok i'll report to adama. why is he in command? there are other commanders alive.

"Sir, the quartermaster comp is down but i think we can hack the system without it coming back online." Said Colenel o'riley.

"good,top off our tanks and fill the magzens. we need eeveryting we can get."


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Olympic to galactica do you copy?

"Galactica to Olympic we copy."

" I was told to report to adama. I have urgent news for him."

OOC: Hes my commander, he also has seniority over everyone in the fleet left alive

"Olympic, Galactica Actual, we copy, come on over on a Raptor"
"Trinity, Galactica Actual, dock with the anchorage and begin taking on more ordanance directly, Colonel Friscatti, report to Galactica briefing room at 1800 hours"

OOC: Just come over now

TO GALACTICA: That was our plan. Our main problem with adding weapons is fixing magazines in place. A few extra personnel would be helpful.

Captain Richard Drake arrived on the Galactica. He had heard the President's speech, and was proud. For all intents and purposes, his ship was a warship in the Colonial Navy - or what was left of it.

He entered the briefing room 5 minutes early, as was his habit. It never hurt to make a good impression on your new commanding officer.

Colonel Friscatti acknowledges the message and passes on the new orders to her crew chief.

As the Trinity replenishes its stocks, Colonel Friscatti takes a Raptor and along with her pilot lands on the Galactica.

She arrives a few minutes early and waits for the others to arrive.

Battlestar Morphia - Port Hanger Deck

“Oh, now this is just great. Just real frakkin’ great. 68 vipers down for repair, all for a lousy computer glitch! Do you know how many vipers we have left to fight with? None!” Castillo groaned, ready to slam his head into the wall. His heart began to sank. The day was getting progressively worse.

“Well, what do you want me to do, sir? Take my magic wand and wish the vipers back to health?” Chief Powell replied, sarcastically. “I can’t help that something frakked up the damn computer systems!” he continued, while moving to begin working on another viper.

“If that’s what it takes, then do it!” Castillo barked. “Just get the damn birds the air!” The colonel turned around, and went up the nearest ladder. He wanted to get back to CIC, to see if anything new had developed.

Battlestar Morphia - CIC

“Gods that hanger is a mess.” Castillo said to himself, as he entered the CIC. “Lieutenant Flynn, anything new come up in the past 15 minutes?”

“Yes, sir! Commander Adama wants all ship captains to report to Galactica by 1800 hours. You’ve got 30 minutes.”

“Alright, tell Galactica what I acknowledge, will be there as soon as possible.” He paused for a moment before continuing, “I’ll be getting to Galactica through the anchorage. Get some spare people to help Galactica load up their ammunition, and replace our spent missiles and ammo. If we see any spare ore, or materials that we can use, take it. I’m sure we will need it to begin construction of new Vipers, and craft spare parts and ammo.” The man started to leave the area before he stopped and added one last thing to his orders. “And someone please get that CAP that I promised up! We have 68 vipers, and none of them seem to be working!” With that, the colonel left to go aboard Ragnar.

Ragnar Anchorage - Battlestar Morphia Airlock

The giant door which allowed access to this area of the Ragnar Anchorage was a rusted red color, showing its age. Crewmen of the Morphia began to open the door, which gave off a loud creaking sound. Once inside, part of the men and women began retrieving nearby ammunition and parts. The rest accompanied Colonel Castillo on his way over to Galactica’s airlock.

“Alright people, you know your jobs! Those going to help the Galactica’s crew can come with me. Spare parts and materials are priority, ammunition second.” Castillo clapped his hands together and started towards the Galactica.

It didn’t take long for the men to reach the Galactica’s airlock. The crew of the Morphia began to work on loading ammo into Galactica as Castillo entered the ancient battlestar.

Galactica Briefing Room
"We have all suffered a tremendous defeat, the colonies have been overrun and anihalated by the Cylons who having made excellent planning in the months and perhaps even years before the assualt quickly overran Colonial Defences, as there is little we can do to help the people in the colonies now, i suggest that we leave discussions about what to do next to the President of the Colonies, Laura Roslin, who will be joining us later in the meeting.

First i would like each of you to give a summary of the resources and lost aboard your vessels as of the time you arrived at Ragnar, currently the Galactica has thirty two Mk2 Vipers and one Mk7 available, however with the manufacturing capabilities aboard the newer ships and the resources at Ragnar, i believe we should bring all the battlestars fighter wings up to strength. The ship has also lost eighty five crewmen during an attack by Cylon Raiders armed with nuclear weapons"

“Andromeda has taken some structural damage to her port rear quarters, as well as her port water tank. Both are repairable and we’re in the process of doing so. We’re down 4 vipers but those have been replaced from Ragnar already. We’ve lost 155 officers and other ranks in total…” Commander Harris paused for a second, “Apart from that, we’re ready to go.”

He shifted in his seat, “Regarding the loses, I’m not aware of any formal situation for replacement of crewmen, I assume I have your permission to draft from the civilian flotilla?”

“Finally Commander, how long are we planning to stay here?”

Colonel Friscatti replies "Commander Adama, we got off lightly when we blasted out of the Scorpia fleet yard. A nuke hit us but we had no casulaties or other damage.

As far as we know we were the only ship there to escape the cylon attack.

Our Viper wings are intact and ready for action.

My crew chief Ms Sasuki did here reports about the CNP programme and strange malfunctions when she was talking to other engineering crews. What is the current situation with the programme?"

we have full crew complment but we lost a raptor to a malfunction but the crew got out. we also have 150 mrk 7 vipers.

"The Morhpia is combat ready, somewhat. All maintence crews are reporting computer malfunctions in all 68 vipers that we have left. Apart from that, we are fully loaded on ammunition and missiles. I'm ready to get out their and kick some cylon ass!

To give you a status report on my ship, I have 68 vipers, but those are out for now. My production crews are at work crafting 2 or 3 new ones from parts we got at Ragnar, but we can't do much more than that. The Morphia has a full crew, and has little damage on here. The hull is weakened on the dorsal surface of the bow, but that's about it, and it's already being fixed.

Our big problem will be the new cylon ships. We have no clue what they can do. So far, I know that the fighters don't appeared to have any pilots, and the basestar may not have any close in weapon systems, or ship to ship guns. The one thing I do know is that carry plenty of nuclear warheads, which the other battlestars here should have plenty of."

OCC when are gonna leave and start fighting back/ trying to find earth?


galatica briefing room
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"we have the location of several large asteriod feilds with lots of resourses even 4 ice planets. With the desturction of the colonys and most likey the mining facilties in the asteroid fields so we have to go to other sources to get our resources."




olympic cic
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"we should send raptors outside the sensor jaming storms to watch for the cylons. But then they would know we are here then they would get even more basestars and make it harder to get away.

"Our crews are currently taking as much ammunition from the Anchorage as possible, several large civilain ships are having some of their docking bay space refitted to carry flights of Mk7 Vipers, we have begun recruiting new pilots from the civilian population. Many of which are veterans of the service. I am also ordering that you use all the spare parts and materials possible to manufacture as many Vipers as possible, my engineers are currently undoing the work that was done before this ship was decommisioned, this will bring the starboard launch bay back to full operational status. We will load everything we can aboard our ships before leaving. Do you have any questions?"

"Commander Adama" Colonel Friscatti replies "my work crew found a civilian trying to hide on the station. he says his name is Loeben and he was discovered along with a load of small arm weapons.

Its my belief that he was trying to steal these when he arrived. What do we do with him?"

###

On Ragnar station Loeben sits down handcuffed, quiet and under guard.

Meanwhile other battlestar crew members continue to load ammuntion, spare parts and even spare vipers into their ships as well as topping up their fuel supplies.

Preparations continue for the next stage of the campaign whatever that may be.

"Throw him in your brig, we cant leave him on the station after weve gone, because when weve loaded all we possibly can, i intend to blast the anchorage apart with demolition charges to stop any Cylons getting a hand on any remaining equipment"

OOC: Whos in charge of the belenos? And where did that guy with the mining ships go?

Yella smiles slightly and replies "we'll get the answers from him while he's in our care.

the quickest way to destroy Ragnar would be to destroy the reactor. A large conventional bomb would take out the reactor and then would cause a chain reaction in other systems.

I fear that we'll need to move quickly before we're discovered. From the comms chatter i've heard it looks like the cylons have cast their net far and wide looking for us and we'll need to keep ahead of them"

###

Back in the Galactica CIC Dr Baltar was going over the CNP programme with Lt Gaeta. They had isolated the programme and together were removing it from the navcomp when he seen number six again.

She points out a device above the Dradis console and she tells him its a cylon device.

Baltar thinks fast and a little later on he stages an accident where he bangs his head and looks surprised when he sees the differently coloured device.

Drawing it to the Lt's attention he thinks whom he should finger as the planter of the device...

OOC: Kirishibo, since its from Baltars point of view, could you handle that part of the story with the sensor?

Raptor flight 3
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"we are aproching the edge of the storm............... is see something sir. i think its 3 cylon basestars. pulling back to the olympic now."


Olympic cic
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Sir we are getting reports from our raptors that there are 3 cylon basestars outside waiting for us. we should finish reloading and wipe them out then get the hell out of here."

the device on the Dradis console is carefully removed and Baltar and Gaeta get to work in figuring out what they found.

Back in his laboratory Baltar sees number 6 again. while Gatea leaves briefly to answer a call from the CIC he says quietly to her "didn't you have one of those on Caprica?"

Six just nods and says "if you think i'm going to leave you a trail of breadcrumbs you're mistaken. I can tell you that its a sensor and it's only been installed recently. you need to finger someone to keep yourself away from suspicion.

You're supposed to be a genius Gauis. Surely you can figure out whats needed to be done"

With that she vanishes again just as Gaeta returns from his call.

Baltar and the Lt discuss the possibility of a cylon spy planting that device and the possibilities are narrowed down to people with free access to the CIC.

Going through the maintence logs the list is narrowed down and Baltar picks the most likely suspect. a maintence crewmember who just happened to be the last person who worked on the Dradis console.

she gets hauled to the brig and the she protests her innocence saying while she crys "i'm not a frakking cylon agent. i'm an engineer"

Colonel Tigh continues the interogation in the brig while the woman continues to protest her innocence.

###

on the Trinity a similar scene takes place in their Brig.

Loeben sits with his hands cuffed round the bars of his cell and the interogation is going nowhere fast.

"I'm an arms dealer" he tells the officer "its a dangerous universe out there and people need the tools to defend themselves.

If you want the weapons you can have them"

Still unconvinced Lt Amy Sakura keeps up the questioning...

OOC: I control the Belenos. The captain is Richard Drake.

IC:
"We have a large supply of heavy arms and ammunition onboard. Most of the ship weapons have been grafted to our hull, so we will be taking aboard additional weapons and supplies - including nuclear warheads."
"We have been fortunate that no Belenos crew have been lost, nor has the ship taken significant damage. Once the upgrades are complete, Belenos will be the equivalent of a fully operational cruiser, although we will not be able to maintain a Viper squadron."

"Right we have to consider what to do after we leave the anchorage, i suggest we use our ships to wage a guerilla war against the Cylons, we have enough firepower to overwhelm two or three basestars, especially with all our nuclear weapons"

Colonel Friscatti, never without an opinion on anything wasn't afraid to speak her mind.

"Commander Adama" she replies "are you sure this is a good idea? for all we know Ragnar is the last supply base we'll have in a long time. so we'll need to conserve our ammo and our nukes accordingly.

Its not possible to track a ship while its jumping so my ship could distract the cylons until the fleet jumps to its next system and we'll join you as soon as we are able to.

This way we can escape and put more distance between us and the colonies as well as getting closer to a systems the cylons can't reach yet."

"Colonel Friscatti, escaping would be smart, but I have one problem with your suggestion. We don't know what the cylons know, or are capable of reaching. Simply put, we should assume that their level of technology is greater than ours, given the fact that they were able to 'turn off' nearly the entire fleet.

I suppose I shouldn't be worrying about this right now, though.

Let me get back to the topic on hand. Commander Adama, guerilla war is a bad idea. For all we know, they could swarm us with a hundred basestars. As much as I hate to say this, we need to run." The commander of the Morhpia sat back in his chair, and awaited a response.

“Are you mad?” said Harris, standing up, “We don’t even know if the colonies have fallen… we don’t know whats going on out there… hell there could be counter-offensive going on right now.”

“We can’t just run with the number of battlestars we have here… one battlestar maybe… but we can make a difference out there.”

Commander Harris sat back down, “We should send recces out to major colonies, see if theres anything still there… see if we can still make a difference.”

"yes we do. The oplympic went to picon after the atack and nearly got kill by nukes i only saved the ship by jumping away before the hit. and there is no 'counter-offensive '. face it were all thats left. when the clyon shut down the fleet they didn't just let them be to come back online. they wiped them out. we need to run like Commander Rivers said we could get swarmed by the cylons before we even fire our nukes. Also just because we have 4 battlestars doesn't mean we have the power to win."

Colonel Friscatti replies "like it or not we and the civilian fleet out there are the last survivors of the colonies.

I don't know much about the state of the occupied colonies but from what I've seen of the war so far the cylons are trying to wipe us out.

Maybe our madam president knows more but we need to escape. Going into battle against the cylon forces will be a one way mission"

####

On the Trinity Loebens questioning continued and even more cryptic answers were coming back.

Lt Sakura draws her pistol in frustration and says "I should shoot you here and now for saying that the cylons are send by God to punish us. If I didn't know better i'd say you were a cylon agent"

she punches Loeben in the face instead of shooting him and adds "you'll be chained up for a long time traitor"

she leaves the brig and makes a report to the XO ready for the Colonels return.

ooc: Spizania, the galactica interogation is all yours now

"I conceed the point, then i believe we should leave the solar system and search for a new solar system, somewhere we can settle what we have left and rebuild our forces, then when the time is right we will turn the tables and return the Cylon's favour, we can do little good for the future of humanity by being killed here and now"

" I agree. we should find a place to settle and hideout so we can survive in the long run."

on one of the 4 base stars outside Ragnar a council of war was taking place.

Number 6 starts by saying "Based on the information we're getting back from Loeben and Aaron, theres 5 battlestars and about 50 human ships at Ragnar.

We also still have two sleeper agents still unactivated. One on the Galactica and the other is the commander of the Trinity. Neither of them is aware of their true heritage"

Loeben looks up and adds "my copy is in their brig just waiting for a good time to break out"

Aaron looks at the other humanoid cylons present and Sharon adds "if we let them run all we need to do is stop them getting more fuel and eventually they'll have to fight us. all we need to do is keep pace with them and we can attack when the time is right"

Aaron responds "we can attack them now and weaken them. they won't be able to replace their losses and we can. its only a matter off time until we win"

Number six looks over at another cylon present and asks "how is the project going on Caprica". A tall coloured man replies "the surviving human women that we've rounded up so far look suitable and some are already in the breeding programme. The more we can get the better the chances of success"

Number 6 then says "Aaron, order the attack once the ships leave the storm and try and jump. Sharon use your copy to track the fleet. Eventually she'll have an important role to perform"

"By your command" they say in unison and depart.

when the 4 basestars gets closer a swarm of about 100 raiders with nukes and missiles launch and hold waiting for the attack signal two microns from the edge of the ion storm.

ooc: nobody is even aware of humanoid cylons yet since we've changed the flow of the story slightly. Baltars working on other things so theres no cylon detector yet.

OOC: Your coming into the Ion Storm?

ooc: me bad, i'll edit.

unless the fleet is trying to jump through the ion storm they'll have to leave the shelter off the storm to make the jump.

five battlestars should be able to hold off 4 basestars and 100 raiders so there'll be a holding battle as happened in the miniseries.

Commander Harris stood again, "Well then," he moved towards the door, "Commanders, I have a ship to attend to... I await your orders Commander Adama."

He left the room.

OOC: We only have four battlestars. Belenos is the equivalent of a cruiser. Of course, the Cylons don't know that.

IC: "Ragnar is our turf. If we could solve the problem of food and fuel, we could maintain a base here indefinitely."

"Very well, return to your ships, I have just recieved word that the last of the Vipers has been delivered to the Civilian vessels and that our Starboard Launch Bay is now ready to recieve vipers, Captain, what was the result of your Raptor recce outside the Ion storm?"

Captain Drake returned to the Belenos. The upgrades were coming along excellently. In about 36 hours, Belenos would be a cruiser.

Yella Friscatti departs the briefing room and returns to where her raptor is.

While in transit to the Trinity she recieves the report about Loeben.

"in that case i'll shoot him myself for being a traitor" she says to her XO "let him stew in the brig and i'll see him when we dock"

they arrive at the Trinity and the Colonel visits her prisoner.

"Mr Loeben you're in big trouble right now. theres nothing to stop me killing you but first I want an answer to a question.

Are you a cylon agent?"

He replies "I can't do a lot about what you believe about me. If you think i'm with the cylons kill me"

the colonel listens and not getting anywhere else says "I believe you're a traitor and thats a death sentence" before shooting him twice in the forehead.

"take him out of here and dump him out the nearest airlock" she orders "I'll be on the bridge working out the jump"

she turns on her heels as Loebens corpse just hangs limply from the bars of the brig.

“We can’t abandon the colonies Colonel,” said Commander Harris sat in his leather chair again, “we took an oath.”

“Sir, the colonies are gone…” said Colonel Ellens, sat in the chair the other side of the desk.

“… we took an oath Colonel… if they’re gone we’ve failed…”

“Then we failed sir, we’ve got to move on,” she replied, staring into the bottom of her glass.

Commander Harris rubbed his face and looked over to the picture of his wife on the desk... he had to hold back tears, he sniffed, “Make the ship ready to sail… break away from the airlock and make for the edge of Ragnar… we’re jumping back to Caprica.”

The order was passed up to the CIC, everyone went about their duties, the docking lines were broke and Andromeda slowly started to head for open space.

"Hes going mad..." she whispered, "what do I do?"

OOC: theres still a chance to stop it before it reaches the cylons.

"Commander, the Andromeda has broken from the station and is leaving the anchorage!"
"What!!!!? patch me through to the Andromeda CIC! Launch the alert fighters, bring all port guns to bear on the Andromedas main engine arrays, target to disable! Fire on my command!"

"Andromeda, this is Galactica Actual, halt and power down, i repeat halt and power down or you will be fired upon!"

back in Ragnar station the Trinity work crew where wheeling a few more nukes and other ammo that they would need for the fight.

The Trinity's vipers had all been converted to hands on only following the other reports that Chief Petty Officer Yukiko Sasuki had heard.

Yukiko was quite pretty, 25 years old and had the classic asian looks and grey green eyes. Despite her small size and build still made quite an impression on her team. Behind her back they called her 'the ice queen' on account of her dedication to duty and her lack off a social life apart from a few hands of pyramid.

with the station nearly cleared out apart from the last trolley of pistol bullets they were nearly done.

Having had a chance to talk with other CPO's while the work continued she had decided there was something she had to do now the colonies were up in smoke. Her own family was on Scorpio and she presumed they were dead as well.

she sits on the deck and can't help the tears that fall. now she had to find a soulmate all over again since her lover was on the Colombia..

###

10 cylon raiders fly through the ion storm and scan the area. Two break off after the Andromeda and launch their pair of nukes against her.

8 others head to the civilian ships closing rapidly to weapons range.

####

the Trinity was the first the spot the raiders and their CAP is launched. the modified vpers go after the raiders without mercy, their pilots taking the chance to get partial vengence on their enemy.

4 raiders are shot down before the nukes are launched but 4 raiders launch and try and turn for home. 4 nukes streak along heading for refugee ships as their crews brace for impact.

the Trinity's vipers can't catch these as they continue to streak towards the civilian ships...

Colonel Ellens picked up the handset, "Galactica Actual, this is Andromeda Bravo, I'm under orders sir..." she trailed off, "I'm inclined to agree with them as well sir... even if we have lost..." she stopped briefly, "Lost. Then we still need to go back... find survivors... its our duty."

She awaited Adama’s response, staring at the DRADIS screen, "Raiders?!"

The Andromeda CAP sped off towards the raiders, half panicked reports echoing over the wireless.

“Launch the alert fighters,” screamed Ellens, she switched the comm to internal, “Commander Harris to the CIC.”

The CAP saw the nukes head off towards the Andromeda and moved towards an intercept, firing wildly.

“Yes!” yelled Maverick the lead CAP element, “Got one!” The first nuke exploded harmlessly mid air, “Frak! Where’s the other one?... Andromeda you’ve got a nuke incoming.”

“Roll her over, protect our port side,” called Ellens, “Brace for impact.”

The nuke warhead hit the dorsal surface, shattering the ships identification marking.

“Damage report!” she called, looking around.

“Explosion on the dorsal surface… structural damage on the topside heat exchanger…”

The three forward main batteries of the Galactica blaze as they camly batter down the nukes with flak shells, not a single refugee was lost or injured.

Then the secondary rapid firing gun batteries all target the Andromedas main drives, aimingly carefully to avoid damaging the reactors themselves, they didnt want to destroy the ship, they only wanted to disable it. The crews waited for the order to fire.
"Andromeda Bravo, this is your final warning, dont make me do this"

the raiders attacking the Andromeda flip over and make for home heading back through the ion storm and to safety.

the four remaining raiders turn to face the vipers from the trinity.

Battle recommences as the the vipers and raiders dogfight, the Trinitys CAG Jester leading the charge.

As Belenos was still reconfiguring her weapons systems, she missed the battle entirely. Captain Drake ordered the upgrades to be double timed, and he pulled a few shifts himself installing weapon mechanisms.

Their hard work paid off. At their current work rate, Belenos would be fully upgraded within 8 hours.

The comm was silent for a minute…

“Galactica Actual, this is Andromeda Actual… We’ve been attacked William, we need to get out there or we’ll get boxed in… we need to act now!”

The comm went silent for awhile…

“Andromeda Actual, I’m returning to formation…”

Commander Harris replaced the hand set and looked over to Colonel Ellens, who removed her hand from her pistol holster, “Thank you Commander…”

"Andromeda Bravo, what the hell happened?"

OOC: Who are we hooking up with the Trinity Crew Chief? A deck crewman from the Galactica?

The dog fight between the raiders and the trinity's viper dosent last long. two raiders make their escape and two are destroyed.

one of the trinity's vipers is badly shot up but there are no casualties otherwise, Ronin able to limp back to her ship with only one engine working.

As the damaged viper is repaired and the others refueled and rearmed, four more pilots are put on alert while the old CAP are debriefed by the XO.

"Sir, its almost like fighting a viper when taking one of those one" Jester says "they're a fast and agile as us and can pull of high G moves that we couldn't do without blacking out. I honestly don't think theres a pilot in those craft"

the pilots return to their crew room and rest before the next time they're needed.

On the Trinity bridge Colonel Friscatti is relieved to here that she lost no pilots. The kills they registered were secondary in the long haul war that was coming to them.

###

on the basestar number 6 hears the reports being mentally transmitted from the the returning raiders and acknowledges them. At least now they knew for sure what they were up against for the main attack..

“Galactica Actual this is Andromeda Bravo,” Colonel Ellens took a deep breath, “There was a misunderstanding of orders… it has been rectified, Commander Harris sends his apologies.”

She placed the handset back down and looked around the CIC, Commander Harris had left… gone back to his state room. She shook her head, stress, must just be stress.

She went back to the damage reports.

"All ships, i have sent a Viper, piloted by Lt Kara Thrace outside to take a look, she barely escaped, we have information indictating that their are multiple basestars waiting for us outside the ion storms. All ships, take on all remaining supplies with all speed, then break from the station. Demolition crew, ready the charges around the reactor"

The last trolley of ammo is loaded onto the Trinity and Yukiko still depressed goes back to her ship.

she heads to her office and slams the door shut, a clear signal that she wants left alone.

with a battlestars crew being a close knit community it dosen't take long for the rumours to reach the CIC.

in the Colonels office Yella talks with her XO.

"We're about to make a jump into the unknown and I've got a depressed CPO" she mutters to her XO when she's told "I know what will cheer her up but it'll have to wait until we've jumped"

"whats that?" he replies.

"a handful of cubits and some time on Cloud Nine, that luxury liner that joined the fleet. I've heard that they're still open for business"

"Aye maam" he replies "its no secret that Yukiko hasn't been herself since news of the attack reached us. Her lover was CPO of the Columbia and its common knowledge. All she has now is work to keep her mind of things"

Yella nods and adds "she needs another man to take her mind of things. who knows what could happen on cloud nine?"

the co-ordinates for the jump come from the Galactica and Yella orders the navigator "spin up the FTL drives and use these co-ordinates. I want us ready to jump in a hurry"

Lt Marcus Allito works on the jump prep while the Trinity waits for the signal to leave. The last weapons are loaded and the remaining supplies are stowed ready for battle.

They also undock and warm up the engines ready to move out.

im interested in getting involved in this thread(sorry for interrupting). Can some one summarize what happened and then i can join in. please help me out. thx

im interested in getting involved in this thread(sorry for interrupting). Can some one summarize what happened and then i can join in. please help me out. thx

ooc: this is the link to the sign up and discusion / planning thread

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=10473136#post10473136

in brief we've got to the Ragnar anchorage with the cylon fleet waiting for the rag tag fleet to emerge. there has been deviations from the mini series although and no-one is aware of there being humanoid cylons yet.

some events on occupied Caprica have also been set in motion as well.

theres 5 battlestars and a colonial crusier claimed so far and I control the space based cylons.

Onboard Colonial One - Hanger Deck
Late. She had never been late for a meeting in her life. Extenuating circumstances, she told herself. Walking quickly down the corridor towards the hangar area, Laura was a little aprehensive. She had prepared for this her whole life. Politics. She was ready. This was her battlefield. Where the hell was Billy?
As she climbed aboard her waiting Raptor to Galactica she heard a tremendous explosion coming from the upper decks. A searing heat. Immense pain.
"My Gods!" Laura screamed.
It went dark.

Laura awoke to the smell of tylium and the sound of horrendous screaming. Surrounded in darkness she struggled to her feet but fell over something. She gazed down. It was the body of one of the pilots. A half-burned impression of what she remembered. Laura turned in revulsion. She staggered forth through the smoldering wreckage of what had once been the awaiting Raptor en route to the Galactica. The Cylons, Galactica, the briefing. It all came flooding back to her. She had to get help. As she scrimmaged through the wreckage she found some more bodies. The deck crew. Nausea set in. The where fires all around the hanger-bay. What the hell had happened? Were we attacked? The upper decks.
"Is there anybody there?" A coarse voice came from behind her.
"Hello!" Laura said as she turned and saw Billy Keikeya find his footing amongst the debris. Billy your safe. "Madam President are you alright?" Billy yelled over to her. She raced over to him. He was to accompaning her to Galactica. He had been the only shoulder she had since this began.
"Billy. I'm fine how about you?" she asked. He nodded. He was fine.
"We need to find our way to the upper decks, we need to know whats going on!" She stamered forward. Finding her way to the metal staircase to the upper levels of Colonial One. Thick, dark smoke billowed everywhere.
They gained access to Level C through the semi-lowered blast door. This level held nearly a hundred refugees. People who had been stranded some way or another by the Cylon attack against the colonies. Every ship in the fleet, excluding the Battlestars, now served as homes for these people. The last survivors of the Human race. Sadness crossed over Laura. So much death in such few hours.

The smoke cleared. Coughing. She could hazily make out the blue emergency running lights which ran the length of the aisle. Then she saw figuers in the mist. Faces. Survivors. Many Survivors. They searched the area and managed to find some seventy people.

"Billy stay with these people. I'm going to try and get to the bridge. Radio Galactica. We're going to need recovery." She was gone before Billy Keikeya could say a word.

OOC:Can one of the Battlestars take Colonial One into one of their landing bays coz shes been crippled > FTL Drive down for the count. Thanx. See you guys later...

Just to help the Battlestars are:
Trinity-Kirisubo
Galactica-Spizania
Pegasus-
Andromeda-WinTrees
Olympic- 1010102
Morphia-Khaaru
Mine:Bellerophon-Ebedron

Cruiser:
Belenos-Shalaam


Usefull websites:
http://www.geocities.com/sjpaxton/battlest.html
http://www.scifi.com/battlestar/ships/ships/
http://www.battlestarwiki.org/wiki/The_Twelve_Colonies_%28RDM%29#Scorpia



The Story of the Battlestar Bellerophon:
Commander Michael Archer laid down in his cabin and dreamed of what had occured to the Bellerophon in the last 72 hours. BACK ON SCORPIA-96-HOURS AGO-
"Sir the last of the injured have been transfered to the port. Also supplies are almost complete here."
"Thankyou, Lieutenant Sitro. Contact traffic control, clear us so we can head home" said Commander Archer.
"Sir, if I could ask. Why couldnt we get a little shore leave?? I've never been on Scorpia before."
"I know Lt. but, we will have leave on Virgo."
After making ready to jump, the Bellerophon started up the engines and moved away from Scorpia. After circling around the planet
"Sir, we have an odd reading on draedus." said Lt. Sitro, somewhat startled at what he saw.
"What is it?" asked Colonel Striker inquired
"It looks like there are inbound nukes sir!"
"What!?" said Commander Archer.
"Sir, enemy fighters are heading for the shipyards, Pegasus, and the Destiny!"
"Frak, who could possibly be doing this!?"said Striker to Archer.
"Sir, they're....they're...cylons..." said Sitro completely taken aback from what he had discovered
"The cylons...after 50years?" Striker said.
"Sitro, contact Pegausus! ASAP!" ordered Archer
"I cant sir, the Pegasus jumped. She must have thought we were gone. And the shipyard is gone, along with the planet. The cylons launched tons of nukes on it. Commander! The Destiny, shes rolled to her side and is transmitting her emergency beacon.She is in pretty bad shape exclaimed Sitro
"Goodwork Jared. Beth, contact Destiny, tell her to abandon ship and head for us. Colonel, contact engineering tell them to warm up the FTL drive, get us ready to jump. Sitro, contact the CAG tell him to launch A and B flights. I want A to protect any of the civilian ships along with the life pods from the destiny, have B flight cover them. Lets go people! The cylons may not see us now but they soon will"
As the Commander gave those orders, his crew sprang into action. It was true, luckily for Bellerophon, it had not been noticed, that would not last.
Over 20mins, most of the Destiny crew was safe and any civilian ships were also on board. The Bellerophon was ready to jump. The attack on Scorpia had last 36minutes. They jumped. Over the past days, the Bellerophon wandered around known space, fighting off Cylon forces and barely escaping some engagements. The Bellerophon came upon Ragnar station after hearing from Battlestar Galactica.
"Lets hope their still there."said the worn out Colonel Maynard, who had been taken from Destiny, and who took over as second in command after Colonel Striker had died in a Cylon attack.
"Sir, draedus contacts" said Lt. Sitro in a hoarse voice, he had lost it after saying the words "draedus contacts" for the 34th time.
"Tell me their Colonial, Lt" asked Maynard in a hopeful voice
Time stood still.
"Confirmed, they are Colonial!"shouted Sitro. The bridge erupted in cheering.
"Time to arrival?" asked Archer in a serious voice
"3 hours sir."
"Very good I think we could all use the rest. Rotate crew. Colonel. ill be in my quarters."
With that, he had walked out. He then awoke to the sound of a knock on his door.
"What is it?"he asked in a tired voice.
"Sir, we have arrived in normal draedus range. The Colonel asked me to come get you." He was a marine, a young one, he must have just joined. There were alot of young ones.
"tell the Colonel i will be right there, have him scan for Colonials transponders. said Archer
"Aye, sir" said the marine as he walked off.
The war had begun for the Bellerophon, but there was now hope.

is that name alright? Thats an awesome name

OOC: You forgot the Olympic, and the Battlestar Columbia has already been destroyed, it rammed a Cylon Base Star on Page 2 or 3.

Im thinking of making Helo find a Raptor, recieve the message and arrive at Ragnar just after the start of the battle. He'll think he hallucinated Sharon and wont tell anyone about meeting the Caprica Copy, i just want to have another character with some backhground.

And will Colonial one fit in a fighter launch bay? Itl obstruct landing vipers, which could be a problem during the withdrawl from the battle.

ooc: the trinity could take colonial one until its repairs are complete.

having Helo meet up with Boomer would add some spice later when she's activated.

ic: Galactica passed on the cry for help to the Trinty and they cleared their starboard docking bay in time before Colonial one limped aboard.

Colonal Friscatti went aboard and found the President on the bridge and introduced herself.

"Madam President, Colonel Yella Friscattii commanding the Battlestar Trinity at your service" she says "do your refugees need any medical help?"

OOC: Is that a yes or a no? Then we either have a love triangle between him Tyrol and Sharon, or he goes after someone else, like Cally or the Trinity CPO

ooc: i'd agree with that reasoning. Helo could then rebound onto the Trinty's CPO. it would make sense because Yukiko is asian as well. all we have to do is make sure they meet up on cloud nine at the same time.

a love triangle would complicate the storyline no end so its better if we avoid it.

OOC: I dont want to take him on until he gets back to Galactica, so could someone who has a little less to do control him getting off Caprica, I have THREE wars going on in NS right now

ooc: I'll get him off Caprica since it looks like Warshrike isn't around.

ic:

Occupied Caprica

Helo thought back to the day he thought he seen Sharon and figured he was losing his mind.

He knew he had to get to the spaceport and try and find a warp ship that was still intact.

He seen that the space port was largely deserted apart from cylon ships landing and disembarking.

He seen a sight that he never expected to see. A colonial raptor which looked intact and unguarded.

when night fell he managed to dodge all the centurions and checked the wireless. The orders from the Galactica had reached even here so he quietly checked the engines and finding them in working order breaks orbit and drifts away from Caprica until he's sure theres no cylon ships to pick him up.

Then he kicks in the FTL drive and after several short jumps arrives at Ragnar and can't believe what he's seeing.

lots of colonial transponders and the Galactica. Just maybe if the lords of Kobol were being kind Boomer was there as well....

Elsewhere on Caprica

the Sharon Avatar still wearing the flight suit was standing on top off a tall building watching the deserted Caprica city. the radioactivy was almost gone from the blast zones and now the next step of the plans for Caprica could procede.

Number 6 approached and said "he didn't stick around I see"

Sharon turns to face her says "there still my copy in the fleet and he followed the crumbs to the raptor and the transmission you allowed him to find"

She smiles and adds "he'll return to the fleet and my copy can step in or even one of our sleepers. whatever happens he'll be useful to our cause"

Number six replies "i hope you are right. things aren't proceding as planned in the hospitals"

back on the Trinity

'Ronin' better known as Lt Amy Marshall was concerned about her friend and CPO.

she knocks on the door and she can hear the sobbing even from behind a soild steel door.

"Yukiko, let me in" she says "we need to talk"

"Ok Amy" she replies and opens the door.

Yukiko's tear streaked face can be seen and Amy closes the door behind her.

"I know you loved Marcus but things have moved on since the news about the Columbia. We're at war and we need you to keep our ships flying and to clean us out at pyramid" Amy says gently to her friend.

Yukiko manages a little smile and hugs her friend.

"i know you mean well but i'm not really in the mood" Yukiko says "my family is probally dead and now Marcus as well. Work is all i have now and getting even with the cylons"

Amy nods and says "once we make that jump and get to some kind of safety I've heard the Colonels going to grant shore leave to cloud nine once she's able and they've got gardens, bars and plenty of entertainments. We might even be able to get a game going so you can clean out some other people"

Yukiko manages a chuckle and says "maybe I will go with the shore party. who knows what could happen?"

can someone notice my battlestar please, that will give me a reason to communicate.

thx

Message to all colonial ships:
The defense upgrades aboard the Belenos have been completed. The Belenos is now a fully operational heavy cruiser. In addition, Malcolm Russ, XO aboard Belenos, has been promoted to the rank of Captain, Second Class. He will take on the role of weapons officer in addition to his CO responsibilities.

Captain Richard Drake
Heavy Cruiser Belenos

OOC: Are you at Ragnar yet?

the Bellephoron has entered the area. Just get me on draedus or something.

btw: who controls Pegasus? maybe if they read my story, they could mention me, adding on to more intrigue.
check my first post to see what battlestars there are and who controls them.

occ: we haven't even left ragnar let alone found the pegasus.

fine ill do it myself, ill bring my ship in, just recognize it, ok??

Commander Archer walked into CIC and walked up to Colonel Maynard. He aked him what was on draedus
"We cant see much Mike, we got a few scattered readings of the colonial transponders." Maynard replied, wiping sweat and sleepiness off of his face.
"Jared. How far from Ragnar are we? Before you tell me"he turned and whispered to his CO "I want to get all our vipers and raptors ready. We dont know what will be there, they may be in trouble. Also, we may have to get supplies from Ragnar fast."
Jared spoke when the officers were done talking "we're about 20 minutes away from Ragnar, sir"
"Thankyou lieutenuet(sp?), ill deploy the CAP, sir" said Maynard, interrupting Archer's reply.
"Beth, get the commander of the marines up here now, i need to talk to him." said Archer, having walked over to the Communications Station.
"Aye, sir" the young woman replied. 'Was that a hint of remorse?' thought Archer. He may not be as young as the others, but he wasnt as old as Commander Adama, and he knew his crew well , this was definatly remorse. 'Or it could be sleepiness, Mike' he thought to himself.He couldnt worry about that now, he had to get his crew back to what was left of the Colonial Fleet. Major Seamus Flannery of the Colonial Marines walked into the CIC.
"You wished to see me, sir?" said Flannery.
"Yes, Major, I want you to deploy your Marines and put them on high alert. Also, prep 2 Raptors, get a squad ready to be deployed to Ragnar with the other enginneers and technicians. understood?"said Archer, he wanted to be on the heighest alert and be ready for anything.
"Understood, sir" the Major then saluted and marched out of the CIC.
"Put me on the intercom" said Commander Archer.
Colonel Maynard handed it to him and stood beside him.
ON THE INTERCOMM: THIS IS COMMANDER ARCHER. WE ARE APPROACHING RAGNAR STATION. WE DONT KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT. I AM SETTING CONDITION 1 THROUGHOUT THE SHIP. ALL PERSONNEL ARE TO REPORT TO BATTLE STATIONS AND ALL PILOTS ARE TO REPORT TO THEIR SHIPS. WE ARE GOING IN. GODS BE WITH US.Archer signed off and handed the radio back to Maynard.
"Sir, we are picking up signals near Ragnar" reported Sitro.
"Very well, lets go see whos there....."


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ooc: i've assumed that you're using your normal engines rather than a ftl jump but i edit if needed.

ic: the outlying cylon patrol of two raiders picked up the incoming battlestar and closing to 60 microns sent the virus before turning for home with the news.

number 6 heard the report and detached 50 raiders ready for a possible attack...

Boom. The engines died. The power died. Everything, except back-up lighting and life support went out.
"What in the name of the Gods happened??" shouted Colonel Maynard.
"Sir, power is out throughout the ship!"shouted Lt. Sitro
"Thankyou lieuteneut, I didnt know that!"snapped an irritated Commander Archer. "What HAPPENED to the power?"
Sitro, having thought about what he would say replied "Before we lost power, 2 cylon raiders were caught on draedus. They must have launched the virus that infected the other colonial ships at us."
""Well Beth, im glad we thought of this while we were on the run."Archer said with a smile that was invisible to the others in the CIC. "turn on the backup generator" the Commander ordered. The order was passed down the the Chief Enginneer and power was restored.
"Ok are the raiders still on draedus Jared??"
"Negative ,sir"
"Good" said Maynard, the one now wearing the smile. "Atleast we have something that the cylons dont know about. I suggest we deploy the Vipers without the computer that the cylons can easily knock off."
" I agree. Lets just keep it that way. Beth, keep us moving to Ragnar."

50 raiders were launched towards the approaching Battlestar Bellephoron.

Still a few minutes away from making contact their orders were clear.

Destroy the human ship before it joined up with the rest of the fleet.

Captain Corvan led his squadron of vipers around the Battlestar. They picked up something on draedus....

the raiders sent the virus to the vipers CNP and rapidly they closed ready to dog fight. the rest of the raiders tried to push through to the Bellephoron.

the slim profile of the raiders made them a difficult target and the first shots were fired by the raiders as they closed to gun range.

Onboard Colonial One - Hanger Deck
How long had it been? Laura thought since she had sent the wireless transmission to the fleet. For what had seemed like an eternity she sat staring into the flickering computer screen. It displayed the sent transmission.

Colonial One Actual to the Fleet: This is President Laura Roslin. We have suffered an extensive explosion in our engine drives. We are dead in the water. Lifesupport is critical. Any nearby vessel capable of mounting a rescue is ordered to come. We have many injured people aboard. I repeat we need immeadiate evacuation. Please come quickly.Colonial One out.

The bridge crew where unconscious. She was going over the mounds of data the Colonial One's computer had stored before it had lost power. They had suffered what seemed like a massive thermo-explosion in the FTL drives. The computer reported that the an unknown object collided with the FTL drives. My Gods, Laura thought. This can't be happening. For the first time in her life she was powerless. She could do nothing but wait for help to arrive, if the transmission had even sent properly. This wasn't the kind of game she liked to play. She was a public-speaker, representative of the people, but not a leader. She never aspired to be a leader. Extenuating Circumstances, she told herself again. The Gods had delivered her now the responsibility of leading the last survivors of humanity. However much she wanted it or not Laura Roslin knew now she had to be a leader. These people would now look to her for guidence and leadership. She could not turn them away.
The computer beeped. Laura pulled herself up to the computer screen. It displayed a Colonial Military Ship Registry. The Battlestar Trinity. It was coming in behind the Colonial One. Thank the Gods, Laura dropped back down to the floor. The cabin was rapidly filling with smoke. She coughed. Thank the Gods. She closed her eyes.

Onboard Colonial One - Battlestar Trinity Landing Bay
Laura opened her eyes. She saw nothing, the cabin had filled with thick black smoke from some damaged bridge systems terminals. But she heard voices.
"Hello, is their anybody in there?" The voices asked. The bidge door opened. The smoke rushed out. A beautiful woman was standing there. She seemed to recognise Laura.
"Madam President, Colonel Yella Friscattii Commander of the Battlestar Trinity at your service. Do your refugees need any medical help?"
Laura got to her feet. Walked over to the Battlestar Commander and gave her a hug. Something the Colonel clearly didn't expect but did return.
Guided by the Colonel they exited the bridge and left through the Colonial One's Airlock. They where in an extremely large room. The Trinity's Landing Bay. Laura saw the other passengers of Colonial One, refugees, down below them. She turned to the Colonel.
"You have my graditude Colonel, and the graditude of all these people. We would not be here if it hadn't of been for your help." Laura said promtly.
The Colonel looked her in the face and replied, "Just part of the job Madam President." Laura smiled. She gazed down at the rear of the vessel. She could see personnel of the Trinity attempting to dislodge something from the aft FTL drives on the Colonial One. The mysterious colliding object. Laura looked on startled. It was the the mid-section of a Cylon Raider. Kinetic energy weapons burns all over it. Clearly the results with a run in with some Vipers. She turned back to the Colonel.
"This way Madam President, lets get your people to sickbay", Friscattii motioned her down the connecting gangway.
"Yes, thank you. I need a commlink to the Galactica. I have to speak with Commander Adama." Laura had not forgotten about the briefing. It was important she keep up to date with the goings on. Laura thought herself lucky to be alive, but like all politicians she was already thinking about the next round.

“Where is he?” asked Captain Walker

“Still in his cabin… hes climbing the walls,” Colonel Ellens paused, “Adama doesn’t know what happened…”

“Don’t worry sir, it’ll stay like that. What are you going to do?”

“I think he just needs time… his wife was on Caprica you know…”

“I heard… the Commander’s a good man, he’ll pull through.”

Ellens paused again, and then looked straight into Walker’s eyes, “I think that man died with his wife.”


Commander Harris swilled what was left of his ambrosia, after knocking it back he reached over towards the bottle again. He stopped in his tracks when his eye caught the picture of his family sat on the desk. His hand moved from the bottle and hovered over pistol which he had rested on the desk.

Colonel Friscatti guided the president to the trinity's sickbay where Doctor Katrina Isolde was already treating other civilian survivors.

President Roslin after her scan was left to rest on a sickbay bed and after the Colonel departed the young doctor says gently "Madam President, you got lucky and so did the civilans on your ship.

All we've had to deal with is minor injuries but I noticed something else when I scanned you.

Does anybody else know about your other ailment?"

###

in the trinity's landing bay a group led by CPO Yukiko Sasuki were examining what was left of the raider.

Using a crowbar she gently pops of an access panel and she had a shock.

"Colonel, its not just electronics in there. theres a flesh and blood being in there" she says to her commander when she goes over to them.

"We have recovered a raptor piloted by Leutenant Agathon, believed lost on Caprica, celebrate later, it is time to leave, the other ships have loaded their ordanance and we must get out of here before the Cylons get bored of waiting, all ships break from dock and prepare for combat, Belephron, you are to escort the civilian ships in their jump to the Pralor sector, guard them well for the future of the human race is in your hands.
All Battlestars, load Raptors with nuclear weapons and load Vipers with conventional anti-capship missiles, we engage the enemy in fifteen minutes
All Viper equipped civilian vessels, retain your Vipers to guard you on the other side of the jump, we cannot take them aboard, repeat do not launch vipers until after jump"

OOc: spizania we havent even met up yet, when you are coming out find me. ok?

Onboard Battlestar Bellerophon
"SET CONDITION ONE THROUGHOUT THE SHIP!" echoed throughout the ship. Sailors and marines rushed to their battlestations. Another message bellowed throughout the warship. "LAUNCH ALL VIPERS, PREP ALL BATTERIES. LOAD AND CHARGE. SWITCH TO NON-COMP POWER. PREPARE FOR ELECTRONIC VIRUS ATTACK" In the CIC the crew busied through their jobs. "2 minutes ago we picked up around 50 enemy raiders closing on us. They launched their virus at the patrolling vipers, but they quickly went to non-comp power, they turned on the weapons manually, and they turned back for us. They're ready to cover us while we launch the other ships." reported Maynard while Archer walked into CIC and took control of the situation.
"How long till we have launched our full-force?" inquired Archer.
"2-3 minutes, as long as Chief Gordon keeps it running well." responded Comm officer Beth Sentron.
"Very good."
A long silence gripped the CIC. Everyone was still doing their job, but it seemed as if the sound just disappeared.
Then! "Sir!, all vipers are away and the enemy raiders are closing. They will be in weapons range in 30 seconds." reported Lt. Sitro.
"Tell the vipers to cover the Raptor we're launching. Tell Raptor 613 to get to Ragnar, have them contact the fleet and ask for assistance." ordered Archer
The Crew and pilots of the Bellerophon prepared for what they were trained to do: fight.

Onboard Raptor 613
Ensign Richard "Arrow" Abrams plotted the Raptor to Ragnar. Behind it, the battle began.
"Begin transmitting an SOS to Ragnar and the Galactica. Try all Colonial military frequencies."he told his radioman, Jerome Carrman.
"gotcha, Arrow" he replied.
The raptor began transmitting their message, hoping that someone out there would help them.

OOC: Hold on, then youll have all our ships coming at you

sounds good. pickup my raptor would you. haha.

The dog fight between the raiders and the Bellerophon's vipers began, the agile raiders proving difficult opponents for the human pilots.

10 raiders slipped past this cordon and headed for the Bellerophon their nukes ready and armed.

"sir battlestar Bellerophon is requesting help they are under from clyon raiders." said major Asshole.
" ok major Asshole tell them were on our way. set condtion 1 through out the ship and hang on."

occ: hehe major asshole.

Ooc: Wtf?!!

INSIDE BELLEROPHON

"FIRE ALL BATTERIES" with those orders all batteries opened on the incoming raiders. The gunfire racketed into the lines of raiders, destroying half-a-dozen and damaging a few others. The vipers then engaged them and began their fight. Around 10 raiders headed for the Bellerophan "Sir, inbound raiders..." then, before Lt. Sitro could continue an alarm went off at his station. "radiological alarm, sir! they have nukes!"
"Colonel, get our guns on them now!" ordered Commander Archer
"Firing now, sir" responded Maynard
The boom of cannons echoed and shook the CIC.
"We took out 7 of them sir, the others got through. They're closing......BRACE FOR IMPACT!"
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
The whole ship shook radio cut our for what seemed like an eternity, then people got back up and returned to thier jobs.
"Get damage control teams out right away. Get the marines to help. Contact the vipers, tell them to fall back to our cover. We may have to jump out of here if we dont get help." said the infoulable Commander Archer
"What about Raganr and the fleet, sir?" asked Sentron.
"IF they dont get our message, we will have to jump. We can probably come back in a month or tow. we have the supplies. Also, there may be survivors, we may be able to find them." replied Maynard, taking the words right out of Archers mouth.
"I agree" he said finally speaking "get the vipers back here and prep the FTL drive, plot a course out of this area. On my command, call the vipers back."
The crew went back to work either they would be with the fleet or they would be alone.

occ

Spizania Ooc: Wtf?!!

haven't u seen spaceballs?
"he's and asshole sir." officer
"yes i know that but what's his name?" dark helmet
"Ashole, major ashole." officer
"are there any more ashole on this ship?"dark helmet
" aye sir" whole bridge crew
" I knew it, i'm surronded by assholes." dark helmet

OOC: Yes but as you have noticed this is not a Spaceballs RP or a humor thread.

occ yes i know but i couldn't think of anything.

"Captain, we have cylon raiders attacking the Bellerophon."
Captain Drake took immediate action. He grabbed the PA.
"Set condition one throughout the ship. Repeat, set condition one throughout the ship."
Soon, the Belenos had undocked from Ragnar, and was headed to war.

OOC: just write your thing about finding me. then we can move out of this problem.

thankyou shalaan, someone is trying to get this thing moving

The Battlestars headed out of the anchorage, their huge numbers of Vipers and Raptors pursuing them, the Belenos and the civilian ships following.
The Vipers burst from the Ion storm at full speed, fifty broke off and opened up with a solid wall of fire on the raiders attacking the Bellephron, the remaining horde of Vipers and Raptors swarmed the few raiders detached and on patrol while each of the five raptors in the leading wave launched a pair of nukes at the base stars.

OOC: Took over the fleet to get things moving sorry if that upsets you

the battle ended in a few minutes. the bellerophon had been saved.
"Beth, contact Galactica, tell them thankyou for the save. Also, tell Adama we need some time at ragnar. not as long as they've been there, but we could use a load of supplies. Lt. Sitro, contact engineering , get us headed for Ragnar. Colonel, contact our Vipers, get them in our bays nowl. That will help Chief Gordon decide what we will need." Lets do this!"

After a hasty conversation with Commander Adama and a report on what had occured since their attack on Scorpia all the way up to their arrival near Ragnar. They replenished their ammo supplies, got food rations and aquired extra Raptors and Vipers. After finally personally ecsorting a box of nukes back to the ship, Commander Archer decided to get his ship running a few battle drills.

OOC: Cylon controller-leave us alone for a few Real-time days. that gives us time to struggle with what happened in the TV show to occur :the forming of government, finding cylons, etc,etc.

Onboard Battlestar Trinity - Medical Bay
A clean, anti-septic aclove in the battlestar Trinity's Sickbay. Laura Roslin sits before the desk, patiently waiting. She is in her late forties, beautiful, confident, with an innate intelligence bordering on the brilliant. But the quality that strikes us most strongly about Laura is that she has class.

The only thing Laura was thinking about now was how long it had been since she had slept. It helped greatly to think outside of what had happened. However, she knew it wasn’t that easy. No matter how hard she tried to focus on other things her mind kept her on the present. The situation was grim. The Cylons had instigated a war of no-mercy against us. An erradication of the human race. Its last survivors now teetering on the very bring of extinction. Written out of existence. Even now if they got out of this situation, would it just prolong the inevitable? Not only were they separated from help and hope, they were in the middle of nowhere, without estensive supplies of food, water or faith. They were now in hostile territory. Humanity's Endgame.

It said Doctor on the woman's ID Pin. Doctor Katrina Isolde. She was at least in her early twenties, "I was never that young...", Laura said under her breath. The Doctor walks to her, "Madam President, you got lucky and so did the civilans on your ship. All we've had to deal with is minor injuries, some smoke inhilation, thankfully nothing serious.", sits down at the desk with a carefully neutral expression. She clears her throat. "But I noticed something else when I scanned you. We've found a lump. Does anybody else know about your other ailment?"
The cheerful expression on Laura Roslin's face disolves. No answer.
"Madam President...?" She asks. Continues more pronounced.
"Without surgery, it's impossible to know for certain, but I can tell you that statistically, 93% of these types of masses do turn out to be malignant."
Laura doesn't answer. Doesn't even look at her. Finally...
"I have known... I have known for the past five years."
"Have you been advised on Treatment? The conventional approach is intensive radiation therapy, but there are where several promising new drug therapies that would have soon be approved for human testing, and... "
Laura stands up. Her heart sinks. She hasn't looked at the woman.
"Excuse me, I have to make a call."
She walkes past the young Doctor and heads for the door.
The Doctor's has seen this reaction before - has probably seen every reaction before.
"I'd like to give you the name of our ship's counselor who specializes in dealing with the emotional fallout from...."
But she's gone. The Doctor lets out a long, tired breath. She writes on her chart. There's a lot of technical language, but the one word sticks out to us amid the Doctor's scrawl is "terminal".

Onboard Battlestar Trinity - Combat Information Center
The CIC is a bustling hive of activity. Young cadets and shipmen are running around vigoursly. Relaying orders back and forward. Laura makes out the Colonel who rescued her from the Flight Deck on the downed Colonial One. Colonel Yella Friscattii Commander of the Battlestar Trinity. A striking woman yet with an air of command around her. She is seen. The Colonel walks over amid the activity.
"Madam President, I'm glad to see you have sustained no major injuries. I trust our Ship's Doctor was courteous, she tends to be a little direct at times." She has know idea, Laura thought.
"She was very gracious and welcoming , I owe her and you all a dept of graditute." Laura spoke with her usual professional tone of voice. She needed to make contact with Commander Adama on the Galactica. How had the briefing gone?
"I need to speak directly with Commander Adama, can you arrange that?"
"You haven't heard?... Madam President we have recieved intel that there are now four Cylon Basestars are waiting for us outside of Ragnar. The reason your ship was damaged... They had launched Raiders in to get us. We blew them out of the sky and 'Colonial One' was... well was presumable hit by the resultant shrapnal. The Olympic and Belenos have already been dispatched to the opening to assist another Battlestar, the 'Bellerophon', who we cannot contact. The fleet on the otherhand is moving out. We are in the middle of a tactical engagement and maneuver. I cannot authorize any out-going extensions. The Cylons could intercept the transmissions and upload another virus. It too risky at present. I'm sorry" Her tone was sympathetic. But Laura was in no mood for sympathy. You have to be the President. Every minute. Stand up to them.She faces Friscattii directly and drops a very calculated bomb in her lap:
"Colonel, I am the elected President of the Twelve Colonies, is Commander Adama planning to stage a military coup?"
"What?" She's shocked. Astonished. Confused.
"Does he plan to declare martial law and take over the government?"
"Of course not. I've spoken to him. What the hell are you talking..."
"Then you do accept my authority as President as duly constituted under the Articles of Colonization?"
The Colonel tries to dodge facing that one directly.
"Madam President, my priority at this moment is the follow orders laid out by the Commander of this fleet. Who let the record show submits to the authority of the government. He has orderd the resumption of combat operations against the enemy until the time arises so that we can flee in defence of the civilian population." Silence. The entire CIC is silent. The hive is quiet. Starring faces.
"Then by the authority that I embody, I am ordering you as the head of the civilian government of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol, to open a comm link to the Galactica and patch me through to Commander Adama."
The CIC, silent but for the sound of hesitant breathing, watches. Witnessing.
Yella Friscattii standing by the DRADIS terminal posture stiff with the President. Laura Roslin, her eyes locked with the Colonels'. The atmosphere is tense. Then...
"Lt Allito." She requests aloud.
"Yes ma'am?" Marcus Allito answers, his nerves to the brink.
"Contact Galactica CIC, tell them we have an urgent call from President Roslin to CO Galctica. Authorization Key: 'D' as in Dog, dash, 456, dash, 'B' as in Bear." Friscatti released the gaze of the President. And outstretched her hand in goodwill. Taken slightly aback, Laura shook her hand. She had overplayed her hand in this round. This was a hill to climb. Now she would have to scale the mountain.

Onboard Battlestar Galactica - Combat Information Center
Since this all began Colonel Saul Tigh had never felt so alive. This was his passion, sure it was a frackked up life, but this was where he was best. He was walking around the CIC. The 'old man' was by the helm station. Tigh was certain he'd be feeling alive too.
"Button your fracking uniform!" He demanded of a passing cadet.
"Yes sir, sorry sir." He buttoned his uniform.
"Damn juniors, needing mommy to wipe their ass...we're at war... this is not a 'daycare' center..." He murmured.
"Incoming transmission sir," Dee announced. "Its a priority One comm-link from the Trinity, they say they have the President onboard and she is requesting to speak to the CO."
"Jesus Christ! That woman is putting us all at risk! Belay the connection before..."
"They seem quite insistant, sir." Dee knew to be persistant.
"For fracks sake... patch'em through." He went over to Adama. That fracking woman interfering. He had heard her 'Fleet Broadcast'. Civi nonsense he said.
"Bill the School Teacher is on the line..."
William Adama turned around. Eyed Tigh curiously. Roslin? The Colonial One had been struck by a Cylon Raider, he had got the full report from the Trinity's Colonel, it was now docked inside the Trinity's right-hand side landing bay. Roslin never made it to the meeting. Thats what this was about. She wanted to stay at the top. He walked over to Dee.
"Dee, put her through." He retracted the phone from its holster by the DRADIS console. "Madam President... your safe?"

Onboard Battlestar Trinity - Combat Information Center
Laura Roslin was wearily standing in the CIC by one of the rear telephones. Colonel Friscatti had afforded her some privicy. She was a tough nut, Laura thought. The line crackled. It was Adama.
"Madam President... Your safe?" Adama finally. Straight to buisness.
"Commander am I to believe that you are engaging the Cylons at the expence of the defence of helpless civilian vessels?"
"I have ordered the Olympic and Belenos to the front with the intention of assisting the Bellerophon. Otherwise the remainder of the Battlestars are taking protective formation around the Fleet and are exicuting my orders to leave this region. Madam President we are going to Jump beyond the Red Line. Uncharted territory. Somewhere we can escape the Cylons long enough to re-evaluate our strengths and launch a counter attack. Rescue the other survivors."
"Do you have any reason to think there are other survivors?"
"We don't know for sure... but..."
"Well, let's focus on what we do know. And what we do know is that at this moment there are fifty thousand civilian refugees out there who won't have a chance without your ships to protect them."
"I understand the tactical situation. But you should be safe out there after we leave."
"After you leave. Where are you going?"
"We're going after the Bastards! We're at war. That's our mission. I am going to finish what we should have been finished 40 years ago. No peace, no mercy, no armistice. I am going to take them out of the equation for good. This will end once and for all!" His voiced raised. Galactica CIC can hear.
Laura lets her own temper show, her voice rises in vehemence.
"I don't know why I have to keep telling you people this, but - the war is over! We lost." Trinity CIC can hear. Silence at both ends.
"I don't accept that. My job is to fight back"
"With what? Five ships?" Laura's voice is louder. Tempered.
"If that's all we have, then yes, with five ships. My Gods I'll fight them to the last man. For what they have taken from us. We gave them life and we will take it away!" Adama is enraged. Colonel Tigh is perplexed. He's never seen the 'old man' like this.
"That's insane." Laura shot back.
"And what would you have me do? Run?"
"Yes! That's absolutely right! The only sane thing to do here is exactly that - run. We leave this place and never look back."
"You can run if you want. This ship is going to stand and fight." Adama states stubornly. She keeps raging at him.
"You don't get it, do you? The human race is about to be wiped out! We have fifty thousand people left alive out there and that's it. That "rag-tag fleet" is more than just a collection of 'civi ships'... Thats all that's left of our civilization inside those fragile containers. If we want to even survive as a people, as a species, then we need to get the hell out of here, and start a new life. No offensives. No vengeance. No counter attacks. We need to SURVIVE!"

Shattering silence engulfs the line. Laura realizes she went too far, and probably blew her one chance to get to Adama. Get him to understand.
Both CICs are motionless, frozen. Shocked faces. No-one dares breath. After a long pause....
".... survival....we'll run. But it will never be over..." The line knocks off as Adama sets down the phone.
Laura can hardly breath. She puts her hand to her heart. Leans to the side of the bulkhead.
"Madam President...?", Colonel Yella Friscatti comes over. Concerned. Astonished. She would never have seen that coming. Never. This woman had many levels. Military service teaches you to never contradict your commanders opinion.
"I'm fine... thank-you." Laura is crying inside. She never wanted responsibility like this. Leadership, responsibility of this magnittude. She looks up and sees the faces of the CIC staff looking back at her. Bewilderment line their faces. She stands up and compacts her emotions. Extenuating Circumstances, she says to herself. Turns to a mentaly thrown Friscatti.
"I'm going to check on those injured from my vessel." Laura passes the Colonel and makes her way out of the Trinity's CIC on her way to the Hanger deck. If this was Humanity's Endgame, Laura knew she would not make it to see it's end.

EVERYONE NEEDS TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR THEIR SHIP. TRY AND CONTINUE FROM ONE LEAVE OFF. TELL US WHAT SHIP YOU ARE WRITING FOR ALSO.

Onboard Bellerophon-CIC

"Colonel, the Commander is back on the ship. He has ordered us to form us next to the Belenos."reported Petty Officer Beth Sentron.
"Very well, helm, plot a course for the Belenos at once." ordered Maynard. The ship pulled away from the floating armoury and joined up with the remnants of human civilization. Commander Archer then walked into the CIC. He walked over to Maynard and the command consle in the center of the room.
"Set condition one Brian"he said to his second-in-command "prep all weapons and get all vipers ready." Maynard nodded to Beth and Jared and alarms belled throughout the ship.
"Sir" said Sitro, the CIC had turned relatively quiet, "Galactica is transmitting orders.... We are to fight out of here and make for the edge of known space. TheTrinity, Morphia, Andromeda, and Belleropon (us) are to clear the way for the fleet. Galactica and Olympic will protect the civilian fleet."
"And what is the plan, mr. Sitro?" asked the weary Colonel.
"We are to lead in a square formation, and cover the entrance. Galactica will lead the fleet out and will jump with the other ships. Olympic will follow at the end and will jump with us after all ships are gone. They are asking for confirmation." replyed Sitro.
"Confirmed. Beth contact Chief Gordon tell him to launch all squadrons and tell them to form up in patrol formation." said Archer. In minutes the troop of battlestars had deployed a fleet of vipers. Each ship had their vipers on a certain job. The Trinity, Andromeda and Morphia vipers would fight off the attacking raiders while the Bellerophon would protect the way for the civilian ships. Once the Galactica vipers were at the entrance, the B's vipers would join with their fellow troop and fight the raiders until ready to leave. They all had decided on were to jump to and they all were prepared for the fight that would occur in an hours time. The civilians had all been securedand the ships were readied.

THE COLONIAL FLEET- FIGHT OUT OF RAGNAR
It was time to leave. The commander of Galactica came on the wireless and spoke through the PA of all the Battlestars and the vipers comm system.
"My brothers and sister...we are leaving this place to find a new home. After we make it out of here, we will choose our next move. We must clear the way out of this place for the civilians. We must protect them, they are what is left of civilization. We are what is left of human civilization. May the Gods watch over us all. So say we all. Good luck" he signed off.
"He does not sound well sir." said Colonel Maynard.
No he doesnt. But none of us have had much sleep lately. Contact the CAG, tell him to refuel the ships and lets do this.
The vipers refueled and the battlestars and ships formed up. The weapons loaded and the FTL drives readied the ships began to move out.....
The fighters formed up and flew along with the battlestars. A flood of radio traffic came in to the Bellerophans CIC:
trinity flight form starboard side
Morphia flight take up lead behind us, over
Bellerophan 307 you are to close, break off.
Then one voice came out
"All ships move out" ordered Commander Michael Archer. The battlestars and their vipers powered the engines up. Because of their different power rates and their strenghts, the battlestars had to go and hold the Cylon basestars while the civilians powered up and moved together.
"Sir, our troop of ships are ready, sir. Galactica says to move out" reported the clean shaven, bed rested Lt. Sitro.
"Lets go"
The ships came upon the exit of the nebula.
"Fire at will. Engage!" those words echoed all over the Battlestars...

Bellerophan Viper Squadrons
Captian Anthony Srandom led his pilots out of the Ragnar area. The basestars launched raiders and the Morphia, Andromed, and trinity vipers waited for them and then engaged them. Space was ablaze with gunfire. The battlestars fired their batteries on the basestars. After, many minutes, the civilians started exiting the *. They then started to jump. The word came for the vipers to engage the raiders, they were happy to ablige. They broke off into their usual squadrons and engaged raiders that were going after the battlestars. Srandom flew in behind a trio of raiders. He destroyed one of them and damaged another. He then chased down another and blew it apart. After another 10 minutes of fighting all vipers were recalled to there ships. The civilians had escaped and they were leaving. The vipers landed on the ships and they jumped to safety.....

OOC: Wow that was alot. The ships are away from Ragnar, now we need to worry about forming a government, terrorists and human cylons. Oh and have Adama bring up Earth.
Goodnight

once the first colonial ships appeared and jumped 250 raiders deployed to attack the vipers, raptors and battlestars.

destroying the military ships would be the presursor to the final attack on the rag tag fleet.

the raiders surged forward and engaged the vipers with their guns.

###

the raiders attacking the Bellarophon were in trouble but 5 got throught the fire storm to launch their nukes. the target was the landing bays.

###

on the Trinity Colonel Friscatti was torn between her duty to obey orders and the future of the survivors of the colony.

For now she would follow orders but she knew that trying to play the cylons at their own game was suicide.

###

one nuke was shot down my a raider but the second struck a basestar.

the ship shook but the damage wasn't enough to cripple it.

"Weapons Grid to full power, stand by enemy supression barrage"
"Incoming 72 Cylon Fighters"
"Enemy supression barrage, all batteries execute!"
"All batteries commence firing"

As the 4 basestars opened like a deadly flower, Olympic and the Galactica lead the Civilian ships and the Belenos through the formation and out of the storms area of FTL interdiction.

"Belenos, jump for target coordinates, on my mark civilian vessels must commence jumping in sequence"

Battlestar Andromeda –

“Bring us about and engage the closest basestar.”

“Sir?”

“Keep us steady, get us in range for the bow batteries. Tell me when they’ve got a firing solution.”

The ship rocked, Commander Harris steadied himself, “Signal vipers, have them concentrate on the fighters, leave the basestars to us.”

“Sir, we’re in range.”

“Clear the bow,” said Harris, looking up at the DRADIS screen.

“Bow clear.”

“Fire.”

The bow batteries pounded the basestar’s center axis, Commander Harris smiled when he felt the ship rock from the battery fire. This was for Caprica, this was for his family.

“Rounds complete, battery reports all hit.”

“Repeat.” Said Harris

Andromeda fired again, her suppression barrage doing well against the enemy fire only letting a few missiles impact on her bow.

“CAG on the line sir.”

Harris picked up the handset, “Actual.”

Zeus jigged his fighter out of the way of an exploding raider, “CAG, sir we’re getting overwhelmed here, I’ve got a number of new contacts inbound, we can’t hold this position.”

Commander Harris put the handset down, “Signal vipers, recall. Bring us about to 223 and pound that basestar with our missiles.”

“Right sir!”

"Captain, we've been ordered to jump to target coordinates."
Captain Drake grumbled, then remembered that while his ship was a warship, it was only a cruiser, while the others were all battlestars.
"All decks, prepare for jump."
Before jumping, Drake fired two nuclear missiles at the nearest Base Star. He then closed the missile tubes, and began the countdown.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... JUMP!"

At that moment, the Cylon attack failed. One human ship had already escaped. More would escape shortly. Humanity was getting away.

the Trinity emerged from the storm and launched her Vipers which flew like avenging angels at the approaching horde of raiders.

all 68 modified mark 7's were in close combat and despite the courage of the pilots they were having a hard time. for each 4 raiders they stopped a viper pilot was entering the afterlife.

"Trinity actual we're being overwhelmed here" Jester the Trinity CAG reports back.

the Trinity's raptors were getting as close as they could before launching their nukes, about half of them impacting on the basestars.

###

as the first ships were getting away Colonel Friscatti knew what she had to do even if it meant her life. Keep the cylon fleet busy until the civilian fleet got away.

"incoming nuke" her dradis operator calls out and it impacts on their starboard side. the hull took the main force from it and damage was minor.

The Raptors, their mission complete jumped with the civilian ships.

"Civilian ships, MARK, commence jumping to target coordinates!"
"Incoming Ordanance!"
The ships shakes and the lights dim for a second, "Sit Rep!"
"Two civilian vessels away, no damage, Raptors report missiles away"
"Raptors jump to target coordinates!"
"Raptors jumping"

12 Nukes flew towards the nearest basestar, eight at the one next to it, two of them towards the landing bays of each.

Zeus rolled his fighter, moving out of the raider’s line of fire. He quickly pulled up and went into a loop. All the while holding his finger down on the trigger… there was just so many of them.

Battlestar Andromeda -

“How many civilian ships have jumped?” asked Commander Harris.

“Almost half the fleet by last count.”

“We’re getting overwhelmed… cancel the recall on the fighter group… have them concentrate on our rear quarters.”

“Sir.”

“Helm, bring us on a close pass of the nearest basestar, give it everything we’ve got then break for open space… lets see if we can drag some of the bastards with us.”

“Aye, Sir.”

“Signal Adama, Urgent, request permission to make the FTL jump early.”

Outside of Ragnar Nebula

Most the civilian ships had jumped. There were only a few slow ships left to jump. The battlestars and their vipers were under alot of fire. Their had only been one friendly loss (a viper pilot from Andromeda). The vipers were called back under the hail of fire from basestars and their raiders. The vipers slid into the landing bay and the CAG's contacted their commanders to tell them to jump.

The sensors on the battlestars reported nuclear launches. They jumped to freedom.....

the Trinity was the last ship to jump but the cost had been high to them. 20 vipers had been destroyed along with irreplaceable pilots.

The Raptors had preceded the Trinity and these now landed. The fleet was safe. For now....

###

Back in her quarters Colonel Friscatti was feeling the loss and she heard a knock on the door.

"who is is" she asks and hears a friendly voice, Captain Matthew Lasko the Trintys XO and her lover.

Matt listens as the normally ice cool Colonel pours out her thoughts about losing 20 pilots.

"All our pilots would have done that" he tells Yella "to save the civilians and their crewmates. Now let me make it better"

Cudddling Yella he gently kisses her and one thing leads to another :fluffle:

ooc: over to you Spiz!

the fleet is safe for now and it'll take the cylons quite a while to locate the fleet again. so we can do the stuff that was discussed earlier.

did you read mine? i said we only lost one pilot. in the tv show they dont lose many. because there good. are you saying yours arent? jp. but seriously, if someone says something before you lets try to follow through with it. Back awhile ago i got us out of Ragnar, but you kept writing about it so we stayed. I follow your lead, can you follow mine please?

i dont want to sound rude, i just want to get a little cooperation. please?

occ i deleted this post and put it here so it works better.

" wheres the fleet?"
"shit we already messed up."
"sir we have cylon scouts on draids........ there gone."
" we should get out of here."
"sir we have 2 basestar on draids.
"damn. get us close and into optimal firing postion.target all guns on the nearest basestar's core. then open fire. when we have a hole fire a nuke and run."
'yes sir"

Bellerophan

"Sir, all civilian ships have arrived and all ships are here. Wait, strike that, we are missing the.....Olympic. They must have entered their jump coordinates wrong. All other ships are here, but we are missing the Olympic. what do you want to do?" shouted Lt. Sitro.
"Beth, contact Galactica, inform Adama, even if he does know. Ask him what we should do. Sitro, contact Chief Gordon have him tell the Major to prep to Raptors for rescue operations. Colonel, try sensors and see if we can guess where we are." ordered Archer. The crew rushed to their tasks, hoping to find their sister ship.

occ should i just get rid of the olympic? have it destroyed by the cylons and let it be over.

no! just redo your coordinates and rejump.

k how about everybody thinking i'm lost and then coming back.

lol first we need everyone to post.

i'll just fight them off and jump way and try to find the fleet.

comeon people, we need to keep this moving.

"Captain, we have confirmed that all ships have arrived, save one... Battlestar Olympic."
Captain Drake looked at his crew. He saw the sadness in their eyes. With the human species reduced to around 60,000, every death was significant.
"Try and figure out where we are."

OLYMPIC CIC
--------------------------
"sir we have the fleet on long range sensors."
" good lets be there 10 minutes ago. activate the ftl drives."
"Sir yes sir"
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THE FLEET
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The Olympic jumps in and reports what happened to adama.

"This Olympic actual to Galactica actual."
"This is Galactica actual."
" Made a small mistake and went jumped near by and were atacked by 2 cylon basestars. we destroyed 1 and damaged the other."
"good, here are the next jump coordinates. lets get going."
"Roger that olympic out."

OOC: i guess its up to the Bellerophan to save this thread. if in the next posts you could make a list of your important characters.

Battlestar Bellerophan Important Characters:
Commander Michael Archer-commander of ship
Colonel Jacob Maynard-XO of ship
Major Sean Flannery-commander of marines
Captain Randy Corvan-CAG
Lt. Jared Sitro-senior officer of the watch
Petty Officer Beth Sentron-communications officer


"this story is centered around the television show "33 minutes"
IC:

Battlestar Bellerophan
tick,tock,tick,tock,tick,tock..

the sweat poured down his smooth face.
"3 more minute,sir" reported Lt. Sitro.
"how much longer for us to jump?" asked the usually unfaultable Commander Archer.
"five" said Maynard.
"tell the fleet to jump as soon as they can. also, tell Galactica that this time we will now be the last to jump. Olympic has done it a few times already and so has Trinity. Ask the Belenos to back us up as second string please" said the exhausted Archer.
"1 minute 30 seconds, sirs" spoke Sitro
"Thankyou Lietenuet." said Maynard
"sir"spoke Beth, "the Belenos has responded to us. they say they will back us up. Also Galactica wanted to remind us that in 30 seconds. And 2 minutes for fleet jump."
"thanks beth"
30 seconds later.....
"Sir, contacts on draedus"
"Fire at will" ordered Archer.
"sir, Captain Corvan is asking if he should launch?" reported Beth.
"tell him no Beth."
"one minute, commander"
The CIC erupted in conversation and movement.
"Sir, Galactica reports it will be ready to jump. The other ships will be ready soon too."
"Ok, Beth. Lets get ready to jump. Keep those guns firing." said Maynard.
"Beth, tell the CAG that once we jump and get to the coordinates to deploy, ight?" said Mike Archer.
The cylon raiders were flying in on the fleet, all the battlestars opened their guns and fired their batteries.
"SIR!, the fleet is jumping" shouted Beth in an excited voice.
"Once they're gone, jump." said the Commander in a calm voice.
With the cylons still swooping in on the fleet, the civilians and military ships jumped........
Then, the Bellerophan was alone.
"Jump!"

that same thing occured over 20 times to the seven military vessels. They even lost men in needless deaths. After 12 hours, the ships were finally safe. "Safe" thought Archer. "will we ever be really safe"

"Beth, contact Galactica, tell them that we think that all commanders and XO's should meet. broadcast it to the other ships, to let them know what we are talking to Adama about.

The human fleet drove on to find refuge....

commander Dale- commander of the olympic
cornel o'riley-xo
major asshole- third-in-line of command/tac officer
captian winters-cag
petty officer mendez-com officer


Olympic CIC------------------------------
commander Dale-"we should meet on board Cloud Nine."
cornel o'riley-"OK. major u have comand"
major asshole- "roger that sir"
commander Dale-" this is commander dale to the cag"
captian winters-"yes sir?"
commander Dale- get me a raptor. I'm going to cloud nine.
captian winters-"yes sir."
commander Dale-cornel lets get moving."
cornel o'riley- "yes sir."

Viper 319 lifted off from the Bellerophan and headed for the conference on Cloud Nine.

OOC: Belenos crew (so far)
Captain 1st Class Richard Drake - CO
Captain 2nd Class Malcolm Russ - XO/Weapons
Lt. Sarah Kyrobi - Communications
Julie Russ (Callsign Nephtys) - Raptor Pilot and Malcolm's twin sister

IC:
"Captain, we are getting a transmission from Galactica Actual. There is a conference on Cloud Nine - and we have made contact with Battlestar Olympia. Seems they made a jump error."
"Send confirmation to Galactica Actual. Tell the crew about Olympia - OW!"
As Captain Drake got up, his back gave in to four days of stress.
"Tell Malcolm to get over to Cloud Nine."

Belenos Hangar Bay
Malcolm Russ had been either supervising modifications, in the command center, or asleep for the past four days or so. Despite being on the same ship, he hadn't seen his sister for a while.
Luckily, he would get to spend some time with his sister now. She was the pilot for Belenos' Raptor.
Upon meeting, the two embraced briefly, and then boarded the Raptor.

ooc: Trinity crew

Commander: Colonel Yella Friscatti
XO : Captain Matthew Lasko
comms: Lt Mariko Watanabe
raptor pilot: Lt JG Simon Mendez (callsign white knight)

ic: Yella Friscatti took a raptor over to cloud nine with her XO and her crew chief Yukiko Sasuki who had finished an analysis on the part raider that had stuck itself into colonial one.

they arrive early and the Colonel, Captain Lasko and the crew chief make their way to where the conference is taking place.

Battlestar Andromeda Crew -

Commander Marn ‘Dupe’ Harris - Battlestar Andromeda CO
Colonel Jennifer ‘Cat Lady’ Ellens - Battlestar Andromeda XO
Major Will Wright - Battlestar Andromeda IC MARINE
Captain John ‘Hunter’ Walker - Battlestar Andromeda LSO/3IC
Lieutenant Alistair Green – CIC Officer
Lieutenant James Carron – IC BOARDING GROUP (B/Group)

Major Zack 'Zeus' Brocken - Battlestar Andromeda CAG
Lieutenant Rick ‘Jammer’ Thompson – IC Red Squadron
Lieutenant Jim ‘Cutthroat’ Gardener – IC Blue Squadron
Lieutenant Roger ‘Backtrack’ Sawden – IC Green Squadron
Lieutenant Gnar ‘Swoop’ Runner – IC Yellow Squadron

Master Chief Petty Officer Garland Peterstown - Battlestar Andromeda Deck Chief
Regimental Sergeant Major Karl Summers – 2IC MARINE
Sergeant Winters – 2IC B/Group




"Yes, thank you Colonel..." said Harris, closing his eyes, "I'll head over now... You have command of the ship Colonel."

The Commander gave a half-arsed salute and walked out of the CIC.

we havent even arrived yet. save that for when we meet. i will bring us together i guess.

IC: Raptor 319 landed in the space port on Cloud Nine. With 2 marine guards, and his CAG Randy Corvan, commander Archer, walked toward a confernce building that had been built on the ship, for business trips or conferences/ conventions. While he entered the Caprica building. He looked down the street and saw Commander Adama walking toward the building. Archer walked toward Conference room One. He walked in and immediately smiled. Their standing was his old friends, who he hadnt even known was there, Captain Richard Drake.
"o my god. Richard is that you!?! I havent seen you since you retired from the fleet after the first war." He looked around the room and realized that he knew most of these people one way or another. They had met one year before the exodus during command conferences. He recognized the commander of the Andromeda. "wow he's aged" thought Archer smiling. The officers croweded around smiling, shaking hands, and smiling. It seemed that they easily forgot about why they had to meet here. Then, after a few minutes of chatting, the real leader of the fleet walked in. Commander Bill Adama. The crowd went quiet and all stood at attention. When Adama sayed at ease, Archer was the first commander to walk up to Adama. "Good to see you Bill. Looking good, shall we get started?" the commander agreed and the military leaders sat down. Adama spoke about how he had come upon the civilian fleet, and ordering the fleet to Ragnar. The officers sat quietly listening. When Adama stopped, each officer spoke about what had occured to them. Over the hour they spoke of the past. Then, after a short lunch break, they discussed the future. "The fleet needs a reason to keep fighting and i gave it to them" Commander Adama said. He explained his speech about Earth. He told them about his talk with the president and the presidents feelings. "I plan for this fleet to leave their former homes, their must be some where out there for us and we cant go back...."

OOC: Try to atleast start from there. Dont repeat please. Someone say their not happy about leaving. Only one though.

Yella Friscatti took the chance to speak up.

"Commander Adama, i'm Colonel Yella Friscatti, commander of the Trinity. Sir, I hate to rain on your parade but Earth is only a legend. we don't even know where to find it.

However we can't go back to the colony worlds either. there has to be a safe world out there that we can call home and someday we'll reach it.

My Crew Chief also picked up an interesting item when she fixed colonial ones FTL drive. Part of a cylon raider and she found something unexpected if you want to hear her report"

occ makes more sense here.

in our brief but hard fight with the pair of cylon basestars we found 3 weak way to win faster and with less cost of life.
1.they have a weak central core
2.the missles are very unstable so a hit to the lanchers should do imence damge to enemy ship.
3get close and damage the launch tubes for the fighters, that way you have better odds of not getting a nuke up your ass."

"Any questions?"

bump

The Colonial One
Type: Passenger Starliner
Length: 277 feet
Width: 49 feet
Height: 72 feet
Capacity: Approx 100-150 standard; up to 500 under emergency conditions
Propulsion: 2 x sublight engines; 4 x commercial-rated FTL drive pods; manouvering thrusters.

Status: [Damaged, Repairs underway]
Location: [Starboard Flight Pod, Battlestar Trinity]

Bridge Crew: [Captain Malcolm Henderson]
Bridge Crew: [Lieutenant David Quinn]
Passenger Listings: [Office of the President: President of the Twelve Colonies - Laura Roslin]
Passenger Listings: [Office of the President: Personal Assistant to the President - Billy Keikeya ]
Passenger Listings: [Office of the President: Economic Advisor - Wallace Gray]
Passenger Listings: [Office of the President: Personnel Classified]
Passenger Listings: [Office of the President: Personnel Classified]

Passenger Listings: [175 Various Refugees]
Passenger Listings: [Spiritual Advisor - Priestess Elosha]
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Onboard Battlestar Galactica - XO Quaters
Colonel Tigh rolled his eyes at the thought of the President. He was reviewing her earlier announcement to the fleet. The woman had no clue what she was doing in such a high position of power. She had publicly admitted to that at the very moment she began to speak.

He gave her two weeks before the Commander ordered her to step down and let him take over the position. Bill would never let the Fleet suffer by being under incapable hands. Plus, it was in his very nature to lead. That wouldn’t change just because of some silly chain of command that said the 43rd in line of succession was fit to lead the last of the human race.

The President began to ramble on about her memories of growing up on Picon. "It just gets worse," he said while reaching for the last bottle of alcohol he would ever own. This situation was going to get so much worse when the bottle ran out.

He finished reading through the speech right as he lifted another shot glass to his mouth. 'as long as you have one true thing to believe in, things will turn out all right'... 'As long as we have something to hold on to, though, I know we will persevere.' "Well, it seems the President wants us to come up with some sort of motivation."
He looked over at the half-burned picture sitting on his desk and laughed coldly. "I guess I can hold on to the fact that I’ll never have to clean up your messes anymore, Ellen."

Holding his shot glass up to the mutilated picture, he toasted his wife.

Onboard Battlestar Galactica - Crew Mess Hall
Dr. Baltar froze in the middle of sweeping his Pyramid earnings into a neat pile as the sound of a voice rang in his ear. "What do you hold on to, Gaius?"
He tried to not show that he heard her. Maybe she would go away. "If you would excuse me," he said to the other players in the game, standing up. "I think it’s time for me to call it quits while I’m ahead."

The players just waved him off, and he shuffled his way out of the room. He could feel her trailing behind him. Her eyes were burning on his skin.

"Answer me, Gaius. What do you hold on to?"

"You are not there. You are not there," he hissed at the space behind him. He didn’t dare look at her. It was sleep deprivation. Simple.

"If that is all you have to hold on to, then humanity really is in trouble."

He still didn’t turn around as she followed him back to the CIC.

Onboard Battlestar Galactica - Section BA4/32
Laura roslin walked down the darkened corridors of the Battlestar Galactica. It had been one of the first twelve Battlestars ever constructed, originally one to represent each of the twelve colonies of man. Galactica to represent Caprica. They had been built specifically to operate for long periods of time without resupply. Unfortunatly as time had gone by and technologies improved it had been surpassed by newer and more 'reliable' systems. It had been marked for de-commissioning at the time of the Cylon attack. No the Guardian of the Fleet.
The darkened corridors seemed almost endless.
"This way Madam President..."
The escort timidly quickly opened a hatch to her left. She had come to speak to Adama. Ever since the escape from Ragnar he had held the fleet together. Withstanding every attack the Cylons launched against the fleet. Every 33 minutes. Laura looked at her watch. A new cycle had begun. They would return. They always did.

occ bump. this thing is dead.

Cloud nine hangar bay
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After the meeting concluded, the commanders were leaving for thier ships.
Comander Dale-" lets get going back to the olympic before the next jump cycle."
raptor pilot-"yes sir."


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the comanders had just etured to thier ships when 3 basestars jumped in system.

major asshole-"sir, the cylons are back."
commander Dale-"damn not agian. get me adama."

"Olympic actual to galactica acual"
"This is galatica actual."
"sir we should have the civis jump away but have the belnos jump with and have the rest of us attack the cylons"

"Galactica Actual, Olypic Actual Understood, Set condition one throughout the fleet"
"Launch the alert fighters, bring us to face the nearest basestar and prepare to fire all guns"

As soon as archer had arrived in the CIC, the cylons jumped in range. He immediately took command of the situation.

"Set condition one!, tell adama we need to jump ASAP. ask him if we need to launch fighters. Prep all guns and tell the CAG to get ready, but have them await orders. GET ADAMA, DAMNIT!"

"hit the fighter tubes,the central core and the missle tubes that'll do some damage.launch the fighters and have them cover our ass. i don't want any surpirises."
"yes sir."

the olympic advanced on the middle basestar and opened fire with all guns.when the missle tubes blew it took out the fighter tubes. the rest of the central core was then targeted and the basestar was quickly destoryed.

"good work everybody."

"Captain, Cylons inbound!"
While Captain Drake's back still hurt like hell, he was fully capable of commanding his ship.

"Target the nearest Base Star. Aim cannons at their weapons mounts and fire a nuke at their central core."

"Open a secure comm to the other combat vessels"

"Trinity, Belephron, Olympic jump with the fleet to backup coordinates, then Trinity and Belephron return after five minutes in mauling posistion on the basestars. All the remaining warships stay with the fleet following the jump, the Galactica is backstop. ALSO all ships DO NOT use nukes unless absolutely neccesary, we need to conserve them"
Then he turned to Duala, "Pick five civilian ships, have them dump thier FTL coordinates and plot a new jump that will drop them on the otherside of the cylons, too far away for the basestars to hit, and for the raiders to be able to reach them in under ten minutes, but too close for the raiders to safely use their FTL, they will jump at count + 1. If they detect nukes or enter weapons range of the enemy raiders, they are to jump for backup cordinates"

OOC: that doesnt make sense. can you please explain that?

OOC: Im doing what they do in the episode that was on Sky One last tuesday "Ressurection Ship Parts I and II", im going to make the basestars send off all thier raiders to hunt them down, being as they can easily destroy a lone base star without them. But the other Battlestars will jump to right on top of them and destroy the Basestars, because a basestar is no good in a one on one with a Battlestar without its fighters.

OOC: ok

IC: "You heard Galactica, do it Colonel" told Archer. Maynard quickly started barking orders and got the ship going. The ship started up its FTL drive and prepped launching vipers and shooting their guns.

occ- ah yes that is the a very good startegy. the best used in show. i have seen that episode many times as i live in america.(vey good episode the ending was the best.)

"prepare to jump like adama said. "
"sir it was your suggestion to attack why should you have to leave?"
"becuase i was ordered too."

By the time Galactica's orders reached Belenos, the single nuke had already been launched.
Drake sighed, and targeted some of the secondary cannons to destroy the fighters. He also fired missiles at their launch tubes.

"sir, radiological alram coming from the belnos. in direct violation of adama's orders."

"He should have listened that was his only nuke."

The Trinity follows its orders and makes the jump along with the civilan fleet.

when they arrive a raptor and their CAP are launched so they can detect any Raiders.

Onboard Battlestar Trinity - Combat Information Center
"Colonel the 'Colonial One' is requesting clearance to leave the Starboard Flight Pod, they have completed their repairs, Sasuki is satisfied. They can spin up their FTL drives and jump as soon as they are clear." Captain Matthew Lasko announced to the Colonel. They had been secret lovers now for some time. Yella was an incredible lover but more importantly she was everything Matthew could possibly want in a woman.
"We are in the middle of an engagement... that bloody woman... clear them for fracks sake!" She was vivacious, captivating and energetic.
"Yes ma'am." He turned.
"Trinity CIC to Colonial One you have a go, repeat a go. Keep safe."
"Colonial One to Trinity CIC, thank you for all your assistance, may the Gods walk with you."

The other ships started jumping, then suddenly Galactica was the only capital ship left in the engagement, almost all the Cylon Raiders turned and moved towards the newly appeared Civilian ships, but it would be ten minutes before they reached weapons range. The basestars continued to fire missiles at the Galactica
"Dee, start the clock."
"Clock is running, 4 minutes 55 seconds"
"4 minutes 50 seconds"

The Cylons were made by man…

They rebelled…

They evolved…

Then came the day the Cylons decided to kill their masters…

OOC: I'm bringing the Columbia back into the fight. The Original Post (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10509989&postcount=38) The below post explains how they escaped, and some more...

Onboard Battlestar Columbia - Combat Information Center
"Action Stations, set Condition One, repeat Action Stations set Condition One through out the ship." The TAO [Tactical Action Officer] called over the intercom system. Flashing lights and the rush of crewmen was a sign of the Battlestar Columbia coming to life. Nearly 4500 feet long, with sixty-four weapon batteries, and eighty vipers, this was one of the most powerful warships humanity had ever built.
2000 people were racing for their appropriate stations. One, a man with short cut brown hair entered the CIC [Combat Information Center].
"What do we have?" Colonel Maxwell asked. He looked up to the DRADIS screens.
"Sir DRADIS has detected a group of three Basestars at bearing 224 by 338. They just emerged from an FTL re-entry." Lt. Denham the TAO reported. Maxwell looked to the DRADIS screens above quickly scanning them. Peter Denham saw his mouth open slightly in shock.
"Very well Lieutenant, I’ll inform the CO." Maxwell said reaching for the phone on the map table in the center of the CIC. Picking it up he selected the CO button, this connected him directly to the Commander’s room.
After a few seconds a gruff voice on the other end came over the phone, "Yes, I heard the Condition One call what’s happening?"
"Commander, we have three Basestars on DRADIS, just dropped in." Maxwell replied.
Commander Adam Mitchell took in the information, "Launch the CAP, bring our weapons batteries to bear, I’ll be right there."

A few minutes later a uniformed Commander Mitchell entered the CIC. Colonel Maxwell gave him a nod. Looking up at the DRADIS console above the map table he spoke, "All right where do we stand?"
"Sir both Viper Squadrons are ready, we have alert fighters in the tubes, and the others are being readied for strike missions. Raptor 120 is now doing recon ahead of us."
"Thank you Colonel, could you get over to COR [Command Observation Room], I want up to date reports on our viper status."Mitchell ordered. Nodding his head Maxwell walked out of the CIC.

Outside Battlestar Columbia - Nightstalker's Viper
Captain Elaine 'Nightstalker' Hayes checked the message she had just received from the Columbia. Her Viper was part of a twenty Viper MK VIIs that were just launched as the Columbia's CAP.
"Columbia we copy your transmission. We are engaging lots of raiders out here. Hurry up with the next launch." Elaine was the CAG [Commander Air Group] aboard the Columbia. Three Basestars had been detected dropping out into space. More were showing up and this was turning into the prime engagement.

"Columbia Actual to Nightstalker, understood, your orders are to meet up with Tanker and Copperhead Wings. You are then to break to 487 by 662 and begin an attack run against the missile emplacements on the nearest Basestar." Colonel Maxwell sent over the wireless.

"Roger that Columbia, Nightstalker out" She responded, good we’ve got the whole wing, time to make those Cylons pay. She thought with satisfaction. Elaine looked out into the vastness of space, ahead the Cylons where advancing.

Onboard Battlestar Columbia - Combat Information Center
"Sir two more Basestars have emerged and are forming with the original three." Lt. Denham reported. Mitchell looked above to the DRADIS screen.

They’ve got five Basestars, Mitchell closed his eyes and said a prayer. He had been in the Colonial Fleet his entire life. His service on the Battlestar Galactica along with then Lt. Adama had given him a reputation as an excellent fighter pilot. Soon he was on the promotion ladder, arriving as the commander of the Battlestar Columbia. These years of service had hardened him, one of the reasons his marriage ended. His daughter was the only real family he had left, except for friends like Will Adama. That old Battlestar had just been retired, he remembered. Mitchell wondered how Galactica was doing. They had jumped to Caprica and assisted the Galactica by holding off its twelve attacking Basestars. They had given the Galactica just enough time to spin up their FTL drives and jump out-system. Mitchell had ordered a collision course be set. They rammed the nearest Basestar. Went right through its center and out its other side. All systems where down. Columbia was a mess. But somehow Denham got the NAV controls online and made a blind jump. They had been lost ever since... until a few weeks ago. Basestars began appearing out of nowhere and began attacking. Taking each and every one on the Columbia had come through, however, it was massively damaged and under-resourced. One week later they had come across a small Colonial Fleet from Libra. They had fled from the holocaust. Their vessels where certainly ill-equipped for defence so Mitchell had taken them aboard and used their ships as suuplies. It took some time but eventually the Columbia got back to business. They where gearing up to return to the Colonies and fight the Cylons to the death.
"Lt. Denham take us into close quarters with them prep all ordnance to fire at will, Rip'em to shreds!"

Tanker, Copperhead, Legacy Wings - Nearing closest Basestar
"Nightstalker I’ve got multiple Cylon Raiders at 345 by 515." The wing’s Raptor called. Nightstalker checked her DRADIS display. She had the coming enemy fighters on her screen as well. Looks like the toasters want to party, fine by me.
"Spider relay to rest of the wing, Begins: Break to 487 by 662 and begin an attack run against the missile emplacements on the nearest Basestar." Elaine sent.

"Roger that Nightstalker." The Raptor pilot responded.

Behind the formation of Vipers and Raptors, the Battlestar Columbia began launching its nuclear missiles. The Cylons took notice; the five Basestars began launching additional fighters by the hundreds. Sending a few tactical nukes Columbia's way too.

OOC: woah woah woah. If you said it was destroyed, how did it live? We still need the Pegasus to jump in so there is some kind of leader to fight Adamas command. One or 2 of us other ships can ally with the Admiral, making it an even bigger cold dogfight(remember when they were circling each other). I dont think we should bring Columbia in, it will make it more confusing. Just stay with the ship you have and that may be better. I dont know, thats my feelings. Nice writing didnt read it all tho.

Basestars shouldn't be THAT easy to destroy... 1010102
occ the missle tubes blew..... they had nukes in the tubes that did some seruos damage to the ship.

1010102: o.k. fair enough. Good thinking!
Ebedron: I explain how Columbia survives and escapes in the post. I don't want the Columbia to be the 'Pegasus' from BSG, only that it is isolated from the rest of the fleet. Pegasus is a different storyline. One I'm looking forward to! And again I'd prefer to have a combat role in addition to RP'ing Roslin.

Plus: Having the Columbia in the Thread gives an alternative sub-plot. It will give good background to our RP. What the situation is like out there in the Colonies etc... i.e. happenings away from the fleet; Like Helo & Boomer where on Cylon occupied Caprica in the series.
When Pegasus comes in the 'coup d'etat' thing can happen but I'd eventually like to bring Columbia in when the fleet really needs her. Say a huge unwinable battle against the Cylons? What do you think?

The Bellerophan had fought its way out and was now doing their usual repairs. The ship was on high alert status, but the Commander had switched cycles and a different crew was on the job. "Colonel, i want damage assesment and casualty reports. Reload weapons and get the vipers out there. I want drill on them and the crew when we are ready.

Onboard Colonial One - Flight Deck
"David spin up the FTL, get us the hell outta here!"Malcolm Henderson Captain of the Colonial One was giving an order to his co-pilot. They had just left the safety of the Battlestar Trinity. It was gearing itself up to return and fight the Cylons. The Colonial One however was going to jump to the emergency coodinates with the rest of the fleet.

She was no warship, the Colonial Government had chartered her, designated Colonial Heavy 798, for ferrying the then Secretary of Education Laura Roslin, her staff and members of the Colonial press to and from the decommissioning ceremonies for the battlestar Galactica. However, once the Cylon attack had began Colonial Heavy 798 was stranded with nowhere to go. It began locating and gathering other civilian vessels marooned in space under the direct orders of Secretary Roslin. Ever since then she had been an over loaded passenger transport. No comparrison whatsoever with the might of a Battlestar.

He looked out the port window. Trinity was prepairing to make their jump back to the fight. He once had dreamed of commanding a Battlestar as a Lt. in the Colonial Militery, but he had met Holly and he knew he would spend the rest of his life with her. Thank the Gods she passed before all this came around.He told himself.

"Set ESB trajectory... "
"Set."
"Cycle cryo-fans."
"Cycled."
"Spinning up FTL drive now. Jump in: Five..." the co-pilot says.
Henderson activates the PA. Accross the ship people quieten down and listen.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are ready for departure. Our flight to rendezvous with the fleet is expected to take three minutes, forty-three seconds. Would all passengers return to your seats and prepare for Faster Than Light travel. Thank-you."
"Two...One...."
The Colonial One jumps clear of the Trinity en route to rendezvous with the rest of the fleet.

occ thank you. but still the columbia was destroyed. it collide with the basestar and was destroyed.

TO: Galactica
RE: Order violation
Your ban on launching nukes was not recieved before we fired our nuke. And we do have more.

OOC: Belenos has about eight nukes aboard. How did they get them? They've made repeated visits to Ragnar. They know that station better than any other survivors.

OOC: Why the hell did you do that in my thread?

occ:have you seen the eposide water? its where boomer finds herself wet and doesn't know why that is,then the water tanks blew up and she starts thinking shes a cylon because bombs are missing too and she finds them with her stuff. then she almost blows up her raptor after finding water on a planet.
by the way if you don't want that My i will subsite my ship instead.

OOC: I was talking about Ebedron, and yes i have seen that one

thats what i meant if you don't want your ship to lose its water supply.

1010102: occ thank you. but still the columbia was destroyed. it collide with the basestar and was destroyed.

If Basestars are so easily destroyed up close does it not make sense that at the time the Columbia collided with it. It would have easily broken apart? Given that it was under heavy fire and would have been breaking up anyway?
The Columbia survived.

And: Sorry for posting this here. We have another thread for this kind of discussion. No one is using it so I had to post here.

i will make 1

OOC: deleted last post and posted this. sorry

The Battlestar Bellerophan jumped right behind the enemy basestars and fired all batteries and launched vipers. The cylons rerouted a few squadrons against the Bellerophan vipers. The vipers were outnumbered, but were also rumored to have some of the best viper pilots in the colonies. The two fleets engaged and began a huge space dogfight. The mid basestars launched four nukes at the Bellerophan. One cleared the top of the ship with in feet. 2 others hit the mid section and one hit the back. "Is propulsion still fine?" asked Maynard
"Yes sir" reported a junior officer. "Very well. Full power to the engines. Head us right at the two basestars on the right." ordered Archer....

OOC: Sorry about this, but i think we need to move on from the cylon-fleet battles, and focus on the infighting and government problems, those things could get interesting. Especcially with the more supplies and soldiers.

IC: The Bellerophan flipped in space, still floating right toward the Basestars. The guns of the battlestar fired in perfect unison and the vipers fought the enemy raiders. The leader of the vipers led his men on charge after charge against their enemies. Then came the sight of more gunfire. Friendly vipers poured in around the basestars. The leader of this armada informed them that they had defeated most of the raiders and forced most of the raiders to fall back to their mothership. The fleet of military ships and vipers surrounded the basestars and engaged them. The guns of the ships fired on the cylon ships. Before they could completely desroy the ships, the basestars launched a number of nukes. 4 headed for the Bellerophan another 4 headed at the other ships. The ones headed in on the Bellerophan hit them in the front, shaking the ship vigouously, and ripping pieces of metal from the hull. The other ships recieved little damage, but were still hurting Adama ordered all ships to fire their guns one more salvo and to then jump. The Bellerophan, who had stopped their FTL engines had to start all over again. With the nukes hitting them, this damaged the ship alittle, but just slowed the ship down. They fired their guns again and in an amazing show of piloting the ship slid right through the two ships. The other ships had already jumped and once they cleared the ships they, jumped.

Bellerophan

"The ships CIC still had a buzz of battle activity. A raider had strafed the battlestar and had come near the CIC. The ship was the most heavily damaged of the fleet. They were now beginning to asses their battle damage.
"Sir, the starboard landing bay is not functioning. All ships landed on the left because we were turned on that side. So is most of the starboard side. Marines are spreading throughout the ship to asses battle damage, they are with damage control teams. We barely have communications sir." reported Beth, in one breath.
"Then contact Adama, tell him we need marines, medics and assistance."
"Very good,sir" reported Sitro
"Colonel, i want this ship under full power, ASAP" ordered Archer.
"Aye commander" responded Maynard.
Lets get this done....

OOC: I want to do that TV show when they are boarded by enemy cylons. You know, when that ship landed on the Galactica. Just now, its on a different ship. Can we try it?

OOC: A Cylon Boarding sounds good. But keep in mind that your ship could not be the only one targeted for a raid. Will someone else RP a Cylon boarding too? Bring on the action...

Onboard Colonial One - Along side Galactica
"It would have been nice to have been informed about this before it actually happened." Laura rubbed her eyes, her glasses held in her right hand, clasped between her ring and little finger.
"It was a military matter." Adama sat stoically across from the President, he held out his report on the recent raiding of storage lockers from various ships in the fleet.
"It was a civilian matter as well, Commander." She sighed and pulled on her glasses, taking the report from his outstretched hand, her fingers briefly grazing his fingertips.
"I looked into the matter myself, Madam President," he informed her, waiting a moment as she read the top page of his lengthy report. "As you can see, no one was harmed in the retaking of the lockers."
Adjusting her glasses a fraction, Laura nodded slowly, assimilating the numbers and details the report was clearly giving her. She nodded again as she acknowledged the actions taken to retake the storage lockers and was surprised when the only injury was a sprained wrist, sported by Lt. Thrace.
"Commander, listen to me, those supplies where civilian property you cannot 're-take' them." Laura commented, looking up and closing the report, handing it back.
"If we are going to be able to defend this fleet from the Cylons, I need unlimited access to fleet supplies..." Adama tucked the report back into his hardback folder. The stiff board protecting the paperwork within, from stress of bending. ".... I may not agree but I am listening, Madam President."
Laura watched in silence, she looked at him, openly, her own thoughts filling the moment. As she watched him, she could see his eyes focusing on hers.
"No. This is strictly a civilian matter. And as such is a matter of the Government, my Government. If you require supplies you will come to me first. If we are going to maintain order the military cannot be going around 'retaking' whatever they so wish. You need the support of the people. Do you understand?" Laura said. Her face strict.
He blinked his eyes up to her and tapped her hand. "Understood."

Her smiled widened. She always found his short responses kind of exasperating, but at times like these, in the quietness of being alone to talk, even if it was a meeting about professional matters, it was nice to be yourself and have good company.

Adama let out a short breath before pulling a longer one back in. "We still have a long journey ahead of us," he began, taking his time. "So far, the days have been long and arduous."
She nodded. "We wouldn’t have survived this long without your protection. But, you'll find it would get harder if we turn against one another."
He closed his eyes with a small smile. "I see your point of view..."
Laura waited, but he said nothing more, "Well then I'm glad we agree."
Adama rose to leave, "Madam President if I may."
Laura rose and took his hand in a shake. She smiled. The fleet could not afford to fracture. If we were going to survive we needed to be united. Survival through unity. It was the only way.

Onboard Battlestar Columbia - Combat Information Center Previous Post (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10631208&postcount=180)
"Guns, fire on target, Helm, forward 2/3s as well." Mitchell ordered hoping to inflict some damage on the approaching Cylon Basestar. Colonel Maxwell walked into the CIC as the Columbia pushed its four engines to the max, the Basestar closed and fired off their sets of missiles, some were conventional warheads, others were nukes.

"Radiological Alarm!" Lt. Denham called out.

Mitchell gave his Colonel a nod and grabbed the phone and trigged a shipwide announcement, "All hands, brace for close quarter nuclear detonation."

On the hull of the Columbia the railguns fired. In a backwash of yellow energy, shells streaked forward with tracers, heading to hit the Cylon Raiders. The Raiders had plenty of time to dodge; only their mission wasn’t finished. They were supposed to use their computer virus to disable the Columbia's defenses, they didn’t get a chance. Columbia's massive volley of shells slammed into the Raiders, destroying them, yet there were still the inbound missiles.

These missiles were tricky bastards, dodging the inbound shells. Mitchell could only order for the fire to intensify. More shells streaked out towards the missiles. Six massive white and blue flashes erupted in the space between the Columbia and the missiles, some shells had found their marks.

"Nuclear detonation! We got the nukes." Maxwell said unnecessarily since the ship shook from the close explosions.
Six nuclear detonations were blinding to say the least. The majority of the gunners were forced to look away from their targeting systems. This allowed the many other missiles to slip through. Most hit on the port top engine. Massive fireballs erupted from the armor of the Columbia, starting a fire in the engine room. The huge blue flame at the end of the engine cut out.

Mitchell and Maxwell were thrown off their feet by the impact. Mitchell managed to catch Maxwell before he hit the deck. Other crewmembers weren’t as lucky; Lt. Denham hit his head against the tactical plot. Fifteen people suffered injuries in the CIC.

"You all right?" Mitchell asked Maxwell.

"Yes sir." He answered, getting up he headed over to the damage control board. Heading over though he saw the fallen lieutenant, Medic!, he roared.

Onboard Battlestar Columbia - Combat Information Center
"Chief Brennek, please tell me something different." Commander Mitchell pleaded. The head maintenance and engineering officer on board the Columbia was dirty with grease and fuel. He had just come from the damaged port upper engine.

"Sir, I’m sorry. Those Cylon missiles cut the main fuel lines to the FTL drives. That spilled and the fire that resulted damaged the secondary pumps and controls. I need at least twenty minutes hard work to fix it."

Mitchell grumbled, not at the Chief but at the situation. He needed to move, they where in the middle of an engagement and he'd be damned if he made the Columbia an 'easy target' for the Cylons. But I'm stuck with a broken engine that needs three hours to fix! He thought.
"Thank you Chief, but I want that engine fixed quicker. Thats an order!" He dismissed the Chief.
Maxwell walked back over. His hair was out of place since the attack. He and other officers had worked to repair the damage from the missile strike to the CIC.
"We’re back up and running. Lt. Denham has been sent to the medbay with a concussion but the doc said he should be fine. All in all, thirty minor injures from the hits with ten KIA." Maxwell reported. Mitchell nodded; the first six were the pilots, the other four had been inside the engine, "Thank you Colonel."
Maxwell came closer, "Our first dead sir…"
Mitchell looked him in the eyes. Although he was not an inexperienced officer at all, he had nearly twenty years in the service, Maxwell hadn’t seen combat.
"Yes, and we’re going to loose more. This is war, nothing good comes from it, just bad."He said quietly so only Maxwell could hear.
Maxwell nodded and collected himself, "Sir... the Cylons... what are they waiting for?" The Cylons hadn't sent more nukes their way. Hadn't even fired on them.
"I think they believe we're all dead. So they're going after the Vipers. We can use this." Mitchell was as tactful as ever. Always thinking about how he could fight the enemy on his terms. It was something Maxwell aspired to learn.
Mitchell looked at DRADIS console. If he had to sit and make repairs, he wasn’t going to give the Cylons a sitting duck. My Gods, five Basestars and the FTL is gone!, he thought. Looking over their position he wanted a hiding spot. The engagement would have to wait. There... an asteroid belt… Plenty of the rocks there were easily the size of the Columbia, the magnetic fields from the same rocks would make them harder to detect.

"Helm, I need a new course, 180 for that asteroid belt." Mitchell commanded. Two helm techs came and plotted a course with the Commander. Mitchell settled on a rock about 6 kilometers across to hide the Columbia.

There was one last matter to attend to, "Lex, recall the viper wings, Combat Landings."
"Yes sir." Ryan Lexington, the CIC Comm Officer, answered then making the call for the viper wings to return home.
"Colonel, once the Vipers are clear I want a blanket of flak to cover our ass untill we can make a break for cover, I want nothing to get through, expend the munitions, I don't want to see anything get through!"
"Yes sir... Adam this is risky...", Maxwell said.
"Yeah, but we're not going to give them another opportunity to shove a nuke up our ass." Mitchell said half-joking. If this worked he would truly thank the Gods.

Back at the fleet.

Battlestar Bellerophan
Hanger Bay

Well that was fun, and we didn’t lose anyone. Only Destiny did.” Said Ensign Sandra “Trapper” Guzman.
“ yeah, but our ship is frakked up” said her wingman Dennis “ Sandman” Jacobs
“now we got to secure the hole area with marines, I hope the CE can fix internal sensors soon.”
“I just hope we find our people alive” said the quiet, but tough Marine Lt. Baker. “I think you guys should shut your traps and keep your eyes open."
"aye, sir" they both said, suppressing smiles. They shut up and spread out through the bay. the side of the ship had been evacuated and fostered in the secondary hangar bay.

Outside Starboard Landing bay

Sir, something is trying to open this door." reported Corporal Stanton.
"Very well, get ready men" said Capt. Chen
The men knealt behind crates and ammo containers.
"Shoot anything that comes through" he said
The door then exploded.
Gunfire richoches around the corridor.
"Fire back!!" shouted Chen
The marines fired back on the invisable warriors. The marines took out the machine and fell back.
The leader headed for the nearest phone and radioed Archer
"Cylons!" shouted an exasperated leader "CYLON RAIDING PARTY...."
the comm went dead, the marines are all dead

CIC-
The message was recieved just in time.
'Frack, LOCK THIS PLACE DOWN NOW!"ordered Archer in a commanding voice.
The marines immediately loaded their weapons and locked the hatches.
Commander Archer then looked over at his XO
"Where could they head for?" asked Archer.
"They are probably heading for auxilary control. They may head for the arms lockers. They came out of the landing bay. They could be headed for any number of areas on that side"Maynard said, pointing at the map.
"We locked down all the ways from there, but we were not able to lock down that area." he said, pointing to most of the starboard side.
"Deploy most of the marines and officers to the starboard side. Give them armoured piecing rounds. Tell them to hold the choke points, until we can get the others there."said Archer
"Who is closest to those points?"said Maynard to Sitro.
"Aight sir"
The men prepared to stop their worst enemy from destroying them.

Ooc: Bump

very well. i guess this thing is dead.

ooc: i would post if i knew what storyline we were actually going with

The ships have escaped and fled. My ship now has cylons on it and are fighting them. try to read the thread.

the cylon boarding party retracted their hands and their guns appeared.

the centurions fired until they had secured the area and kept advancing down the corridor.

Their aim was to find a computer port and to infect the computer systems with the virus so that the raiders that would follow would be able to destroy the colonial vessel once it was crippled.

Still the 10 centurions marched on as they searched.

anyone else going to post??

occ i think I'll try to resurrect this.

"sir the Bellerophan has been boarded!"

"damn it! send them 100 marine reinforcements."

Olympic hangar bay
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100 marines boarded 10 raptors and flew to the Bellerophan's hargar bay that had been boarded. they landed and started to hit the cylons from behind.

the battle was brief but the cylons had done what they wanted. A computer port had been located and a logic bomb virus planted that would learn abouts its new host computer, corrupt it and work quietly without the Battlestars crew even knowing it was there.

Then when the time was right it would call for help and crash the Bellerophan's computer systems leaving it a sitting duck in space..

Marine detachment from the Olympic on the Bellerophan
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"sir the cylons are just up ahead."

"hit them with armor piercing rounds"

the firefight was brief and in the favour of both groups of marines. The cylons barely had any time to shoot at them before they were so much scrap metal.

The two groups looked at each other which the dead cylon centurions in the middle..

"pick up this crap and send it out the air lock."

"yes sir"

the marines quickly picked up the cylon remains and put it on carts that were dumped in an air lock and when everything was in the air lock, it was opened.
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back in the site of the firefight
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"sir theres something in the coputer port."

"let me see"

he examined the chip for a bit and said"shit its a cylon data chip!"

he keyed the com to the bellphrons birdge and a said" Sir i think you should scan all systems for anything cylon."

"why"

"i found a cylon chip in a computer port"

"thank you for warning me."

"no problem sir"

occ is anybody else still involed besides me and Kirisubo?

bump

if no one else is gonna post here other than Kirisubo i will take control of all human forces.

if no one else is gonna post here other than Kirisubo i will take control of all human forces.

I was one of the people originally interested in this idea, but it was very poorly planned and executed overall, thus I didn't participate. *shrugs*

sorry. i was the last to post so i thought this was dead. thx for saving me.
YAY! its back!

Bellerophan

Thanks to the combined efforts of the fleet marines, the cylons were destroyed. They found a computer port that the cylons had planted a chip in, but they didnt know what the chip was for and couldnt get rid of it.

OOC: will post more now that its back, but i do need someone else to post with.

occ welcome back to the world.

Ic

" i think we should scan all computer entries of the time of the fire fight."

OOC: Im back, and can someone give me a rundown of everything that has happened, and lets please try to keep to one stroy thread at a time please

the only think that we covered was my ship being boarded. Olympia just helped me.

the only think that we covered was my ship being boarded. Olympia just helped me.

occ its the olymipc not olympia.

I'm here too. Surprise vaction. Sorry. we where discussing things here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=468841&page=9&highlight=Battlestar+Galactica).

one of the battlestar Trinity's raptors was out looking for water and minerals and as they were about to reach the point of no return Lt Ellen Parsons callsign 'Aeries' and Lt Matt Darvick callsign 'firefly' picked up something unexpected.

a habitable star system with asteroids and a moon what could be terraformed overtime but the prize was an habitable planet with a nitrogen-oxygen atmosphere which was uninhabited.

having located this green world they left a marker buoy and jumped back home to tell Colonel Friscatti who then told Commander Adama...

"commander we are getting reports form adama and the trintity that the found a planet that is habitable!"

"thank the Gods!"

When news that an inhabited planet had been found reached Belenos, the crew was about to go wild - freighter crews don't get much excitement in their lives, so when they get some, they go crazy. Captain Drake decided to implement his way of avoiding excess - declare an official celebration. Drinks were passed out in the mess hall, prayers were offered, and Malcolm Russ displayed his vaunted breakdancing skills.

occ man this thing was brought back from the dead like a zombie, then the zombie was shot in the head. what a crappy metaphor.

put in space 4 basestars had been trailing the fleet and as yet were undetected.

on one of the basestars number 6 was was talking with an Aaron and a Simon model about the project on Caprica.

the Simon model says "we have had difficulties but we have enough human women to continue. We have some pregnancies so far but not enough. Another way is needed to bring the humans to our level. the research is promising in that project"

Aaron nods and says "i'll leave that to you but its in our interests not to kill the humans just yet. Capturing their ships is preferable so we can have live subjects.

We have a logic bomb on one battlestar and the next time they try and jump it will kick it disabling their FTL drive, weapons and power systems. that will be our first target"

Number 6 gives the orders for the base stars to jump and 400 raiders launch to give them cover.

they appear just outside dradis range of the fleet and 200 raiders make the last jump required to appear in the middle of the rag tag fleet..

"sir we have 200 raiders on dradis and they are in the middle of the fleet!"

"launch all vipers! have all guns set to flak! open fire!"

"sir yes sir!"

the 150 vipers launched and started to engae the cylons.

they started to engage only enough to get their attention and then the flew right over the Olympic. when they cylons where right over the olympic opened fire withh all guns right into the raiders.

some raiders escaped the attention of the Olympic and their guns. they had another priority. the activation of a cylon agent in the fleet.

they flew within range of the Galactica and sent the signal to Sharon Valleri while she was working on her raptor.

Her eyes glaze over for a second as she absorbs her orders now only aware of her heritage.

their main mission over the five raiders join the fight to take the Vipers out of the fight as 40 of the Trinity's own Vipers launch to engage their hated enemy.

Bellerophan Crew: Revamp:
Battlestar Bellerophan Important Characters:
Commander Michael Archer-commander of ship
Colonel Jacob Maynard-XO of ship
Major Sean Flannery-commander of marines
Captain Randy Corvan-CAG
Lt. Jared Sitro-senior officer of the watch
Petty Officer Beth Sentron-communications officer



"Sir, our vipers report inbound raiders" reported a communication operator.
"Deploy all vipers, prep weapons, start the FTL drive." ordered the Commander. The last few weeks had been easy on the crew, but Commander Archer had kept testing them and they were ready for the attack. The viper squadrons launched at an unprecedented speed. They formed up with Battlestar Olymipa vipers and they headed at the raiders.
"Contact Galactica, tell them we should fall back. Once the vipers engage, pull them back and defend the fleet. We will need to jump soon or basestars will be in on us."

OCC:ITS the Olympic not Olympia!
the vipers from the Bellerophan joined up the vipers from the Olympic and headed staight for the enemy raiders with no mercy killing anything they could.

Onboard Colonial One - Flight Deck
"Spinning up FTL drive now. Jump in: Five..." Malcolm Henderson Captain of the Colonial One stated.
"We don't have time for this Captain, we need to jump now before the Cylons get within weapons range!" Laura said in an affirmative tone of voice. She was on the flight deck when the Cylons had entered Dradis range.
"David spin her up!" the captain said.
"Yes Sir." his co-pilot replied.
Laura looked out the port window. She could see entire squadrons of Vipers race to engage the fast approaching Cylon Raiders. Several Battlestars where turning to their sides, so as to initiate flak cover for the fleet.
The co-pilot pressed some controls and the Colonial One's FTL engines initiated their task of sending the ship clear of the fleet en route to the emergency coodinates.
But at that moment from the corner of her eye Laura could have sworn she had seen a group of three Raiders fly past the Vipers, undetected, straight towards the Galactica. But it was too late for her to do anything, the Colonial One had jumped.

"Set Condition One throughout the ship, Launch Alert Vipers, bring bow about to face the raiders and arm all weapons, standby for bow supression pattern Charlie Delta, All civilians jump to backup coordinates"

The battlestars had launched their vipers, and the 2 armadas converged on each other.

Meanwhile at the Emergency Jump Coodinates:
Onboard Colonial One - Flight Deck
From the velocity of a Faster-Than-Light jump Laura Roslin in the rush of their escape had been thrown to the cockpit floor. She opened her eyes and stood up. The pilots where doing systems checks and had not noticed. She gazed out the starboard window and could see what appeared to be a marker buoy. She watched it pulsate Green and then Red repeatedly. They had arrived at the Fleet's emergency jump coodinates. But then it struck her. Adama had established the coordinates to be the newly discovered planet... Kobol. She looked up past the buoy.
"My Gods...." She gasped.
Directly ahead of the Colonial One was a planet, but no ordinary Planet. Kobol. Birthplace and original home of humanity. Home to the Lords of Kobol. Humanity's Gods. Laura smiled.

Outside Colonial One - In orbit of Kobol
As the Colonial One entered into geosynchronis orbit of the immense planet, the other civilian ships of the fleet began to emerge from hyperspace. Forming a loose armada of their own they waited to hear word from the Battlestars.

the second wave of 200 raiders and the foiur baseships now made their jump appearing at the edge of the fleet as the last civillian ships jumped.

On the Trinity colonel Friscatti scambled her last remaining pilots as 10 more Vipers joined the fight.

on the Galactica Boomer was having trouble in handling this revelation about what she thought she was.

in her quarters she cried as she loaded up her sidearm, her feelings conflicting with her orders to kill Commander Adama, the man she admired.

"i can't do this" she says softly to herself and puts the pistol in her mouth and pulls the trigger, the sound of the shot going off echoing down the corridor..

ooc: Boomers not dead. she just got a nasty wound to the side of her mouth but she's going to be in a bad mental state and not making much sense to anyone

Battlestar Olympic-CIC
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"Sir, 200 more raiders and 4 Basestar have just jumped insystem..."

"Damn, we never get a break.Target the nearest Basestar's launch tubes for their missles and their fighters.Have the vipers take out the newest wave of raiders. then when you blow a hole in the ship, send a nuke right in and blow that big mother fracker away.

The Olympic opened fire with as many guns as it could bring to bear on the Basestar. All of the rounds were directed at the missile tubes.

the basestars sent a swarm of missiles out, each one targeting a different battlestar and one in every 10 was a nuke.

As the raiders fought with the vipers they were giving as good as they were getting.

The olympic's fire partly damaged the basestar but it was still in the fight.

then came the recall signal as the basestars and the raiders jumped at the same time away from the battle..

"radiological alarm! theirs a nuke in those missles they launched!"
the Olympic opened fire on the missles and took out all but 3 missles and thankfully the took out the nuke.

"Sir they left!"

"Praise the gods..."

"Damage report."

"we have taken medium damage to the hull and lost 12 vipers."

"Nice job Captain" said Commander Archer to his CAG "bring your vipers home."

Get repair crew out and contact Adama for instructions.

"Radiological Alarm,"
"All guns track on that torpedo, FIRE"
"Guns tracking, firing, target destroyed"
"Very Good, continue firing"
"SIR THEYVE JUMPED AWAY!"
"What."
"The Cylons have jumped, the boards nothing but blue"

The Trinitys Vipers returned counting themselves lucky. Two pilots had died and several other vipers had limped back. Raptors were also looking for 4 pilots who had ejected.

Colonel Friscatti had always thought that the cylons were smarter than they let on. they may have had logic and computer fast reactions but humans were cunning and creative and just maybe their enemy was taking that into account.

the raptors had found the pilots and now they had landed they were ready to jump.

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Boomer staggered to her feet the gunshot having attracted the attention of another raptor pilot.

"hold on in there Boomer" she says before calling in an medical emergency.

She then takes a towel and keeps it pressed against the wound while she waits for help to arrive.

Bellerophan

"This is Bellerophan Actual, to Galactica Actual. We have recovered all our vipers and debris by raptor. We have lost 3 men and have 2 dozen casualties, some serious, but mostly not severe. We are ready to jump to the emercency coordinates, shall we jump to secure civilian fleet? over"

Onboard Presidential Transport, Raptor 216 - En route to Cloud Nine
The President, Laura Roslin, and her staff where at this very moment making their way to the Cloud Nine Luxury Liner to meet with the Quorum of Twelve, representatives of the colonies. They had called the meeting over the wireless as soon as the fleet had assembled. The discovery of this planet had made them call the meeting. If this was truly Kobol, then according to the scriptures, it was the birthplace of mankind and it could show them the way to Earth.
"Cloud Nine this is approaching Presidential Raptor 216, requesting docking clearance..." They where approaching Cloud Nine. Laura thought back to her days at school, the teachings of the Book of Origins. That was so long ago now. If this was Kobol then the fleet had hope. She could not help but smile.

Outside Battlestar Columbia - Nearing Asteroid Field Previous Post (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10661751&postcount=198)
The Columbia's hanger bays were recieveing several emergency landing from the incoming viper wings. They where retreating from the advancing Cylon Basestars. The Columbia's FTL was knocked out and Commander Mitchell had given the order to hide the ship in the asteroid field until FTL was re-established.

As the Columbia pushed its four engines to the max, hundreds of Raiders closed and fired off their missiles, most were conventional warheads, the others were nukes.

"Radiological Alarm!" Colonel Maxwell called out. He was operating the Tactical Controls since Lt. Denham had been sent to sickbay.

Mitchell grabbed the phone and trigged a shipwide announcement, "All hands, brace for close quarter nuclear detonation." He put the phone down.
"Helm, evasive maneuvers!" He ordered.
On the hull of the Columbia the railguns fired. In a backwash of yellow energy, shells streaked backward with tracers, heading to hit the Cylon Raiders. A few Raiders had plenty of time to dodge. Columbia's massive volley of shells slammed into their center of their formation, destroying them, yet there were still the inbound missiles.
"We are entering the asteroid field now sir!"
"Maneuver the ship behind one of the biggest!" The magnetic fields from the rocks would make the Columbia harder to detect, or so Mitchell was hoping.
"Get me a status report on the FTLs!"
"Yes sir!" replied Ryan Lexington, the CIC Comm Officer, then making the call to engineering.
"Chief Brennek reports FTL capability in five minutes sir!
It was about time. The first wave of Cylon missiles cut the main fuel lines to the FTL drives. Mitchell looked around the CIC and saw Lt. Mitchell entering.
He gave him a nod. Colonel Maxwell handed control over to Denham and came over to Mitchell by the Center Console.
"Helm, prepare to plot an FTL course. Five Minutes."
"Colonel we'll have FTL in five minutes, we will jump, but where?"
They both looked at the starmaps in front of them. The ship rocked. Missile impacts. Mitchell looked up to DRADIS, from the looks of things the Basestars where not following them into the asteroid field, but the screen was engulfed with red contacts, Raiders.
"Commander, we detected what looks like a possible system here. But havne't confirmed it. Its far enough away from the Cylons but we could be jumping into a sun." It was risky but Mitchell liked the plan.
"We don't have a choice...", the ship rocked violently, "... She's no match for five Basestars. Where jumping into that system, sun or not!"

Onboard Presidential Transport, Raptor 216 - En route to Cloud Nine
The presidential transport was nearing the Cloud Nine shuttle bay. They where within three kilometers of its large opening. Raptor 216 had been commissioned by the Roslin administration a few days ago to be an inter-ship transport, particularly for Cloud Nine, home of the newly established government.
Suddenly and without warning proximity sirens began to sound. The raptor flight crew looked to the DRADIS monitor.
"What the.... My Gods! Their right on top of us! Hold on!" the pilot shouted. He took control of the console in front of him. The raptor suddenly fell downward. Laura managed to look up out through the front window and saw an expected sight. Huge white words printed accross a grey metallic hull.

Directly in between the Raptor and Cloud Nine was a Battlestar. Columbia. It had just exited from an FTL jump. The Battlestar Columbia was at least two kilometrons long; a massive sight to behold as close as the Raptor passengers where. She was generally rectangular in shape, with a massive wedged bow section, and a great thruster housing to her stern. To her port and starboard were strut-like appendages which housed multiple smaller craft. The Columbia was graceful in her travels, despite the constant batterings she had taken from many months of Cylons assault. The passengers looked on bewildered. Laura was shocked, Columbia?

[B]Onboard Battlestar Columbia - Combat Information Center
"Lieutenant report!" Colonel Maxwell said.
"FTL jump complete, we have arrived in one piece. Initiating telemetry scan... we have arrived at planned coodinates sir."Denham reported proudly. Mitchell gave his seal of approval,
"Very good Mr. Denham, what do we have on DRADIS ?"
"DRADIS will need a moment to..." Lt. Denham stopped short. Commander Mitchell looked at him and was about to speak when,
"Sir, DRADIS is reading multiple contacts, all around us. Standby for...
Mitchell turned to his XO Colonel Maxwell, did they just drop the Columbia into the middle of a Cylon fleet?
"IFF codes are Colonial sir. I repeat they are colonial IDs, DRADIS reading negative on Cylon contacts sir!"
Mitchell stood by the center console, suprised. It had been months since thay had come across other Colonial vessels. But out this far?
"Lieutenant Lexington, open a channel, to the nearest vessel.
Helm, bring us into sync with them." He picked up the phone and trigged a shipwide announcement,
"This is Commander Mitchell, we have succesfully jumped clear of the Cylons and have found a Colonial fleet. All stations stand down from high alert, repreat all stations stand down from high alert."
He looked at Maxwell. By the looks of this 'fleet' it contained thousands of people.
"Thank the Gods..." he said aloud.

OOC: can i get the clearance to jump, we all go, explore Kobal and when we are leaving i get left. It should only take till like this weekend. Just someone take the battlestars to Kobal, explore, and you then flee, i find Pegasus and then we reunite.

"All ships withdraw to backup coordinates, start the clock, prepare to jummp"
"Jum in 5...4...3...2...1... Jumping"

-----Battlestar Bellerophan-----

Stationed over Kobal
With the order to jump, the Bellerophan jumped and landed right above Cloud Nine. Alarms then sounded. There were more than the number of Battlestars that had just jumped from the battle. There was an extra warship. "Who is that.....?" asked Colonel Maynard. "Its....its...its the Columbia!" reported Lt. Sitro. The CIC burst in cheers and gasps of happiness. The fleet had heard wrong, the Columbia HAD survived their fight with Cylon basestars. "Thank the Gods" Archer moved to the center consol. "Get me their CIC." he ordered. The Bellerophan contacted Columbia, both 2 injured birds, nursing their wounds...

OCC: i thought this would make it more interesting.

The Olympic jumped last to be the rear guard of the fleet. it fired until the last ship had jumped and then it jumped away after getting all its vipers back on board.

"sir there is a new ship on dradis! its the Columbia! its still fighting, but she's taken one helleva beating.

"Praise the gods! I know the XO from flight school! we served on battlestar Olypic for 8 years he was the CAG i was the XO.Then he was promoted and given command of the columbia and when i was promoted i got the Olympic."