NationStates Jolt Archive

Floating the pulsing light of the nearby Sord gate and the brilliant sun that gave life to the blue earth below, the great naval station of Vobayrunay soaked up the attention of the entire system. Countless ships entered and left the station as squadrons were given birth then numbered. Activity on the station had slowed slightly as most of the destroyed ships during the war with the ESUS had been all but replaced and then some. Before, the Abh had attempted to put it to good use by bringing the first foreigners to this great station.

The nation Xanthal had been invited to borrow the station to rebuild its fleets after the destruction wrought at Mirfak. Unfortunately the deal did not pan out but now it saw life again as the newest ships of the Dornalian navy were churning out in quick succession from its depths. Even with this kind act, there were still great security restrictions placed on the personnel. Some of the highest ranking officers of the Dornalian navy or government could not enter certain sections of the massive station.

Now only the third foreigner, and most likely the last, stepped foot onto the station. Admiral Adama and his staff had been allowed entrance to the station as they met up with Imperial Admiral Gaf'ton, Chief of Staff Lariesh, and Commander Keirn've who worked as head of diplomacy and intelligence for the Galactic Federation as well as one of the top agents for the Information Bureau within the Abh Empire. Judging by his face, Keirn've had seen some intense action and was rewarded by the scars on his face. He absently sighed as his mind was a thousand light years away in a neighboring nation where someone important waited for him. It had been too long since he had seen her last. All three looked out the thick glass windows along one of the starwalks to enjoy the sight of the stars shining in the distance and the constant passing of war vessels patrolling the space and rolling off to some distant space. Void fields had disappeared as the newest models of ships were all completed and sent off to their tasks but the rest of the defenses remained. A small tunnel had to be created within the FTLi and dimensional inhibitor to allow the Dornalians access and now what remained of the Colonials.

Adama's crew was instructed to be chosen of the ones he trusted with his life. As they approached, the three Abhs turned and snapped a salute. They dressed similarly in their form fitting space uniforms though Gaf'ton stood out as the only one with a blue cape. The Abriel grunted as Adama stopped after returning the salute. "Welcome Admiral to Vobayrunay and the Lalakess System of the Abh Empire. You have already met Chief of Staff Lareish, however I would like to introduce to you commander Keirn've of the Information Bureau. In time, I imagine that you'll appreciate his abilities. The Dornalians operating on this station would also like to meet you but they have not arrived yet. For now, is there anything you require or should we get right down to the business of this visit?"

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As is traditional in pre-Abh battle planning, probes were sent out through hyperspace to investigate the designated target. They were all equipped with stealth devices to allow them freedom of movement. Unlike the Bluestar that had opened a jump gate within Colonial space setting off every alarm in the system, these probes were advanced enough that they simply materialized in normal space with next to little notice.

Once arriving at their target, they would begin looking for any signs of technolgoy, ships travelling the area, or structures built on the surface of the planet. It was a long process perhaps with the probes staying for days or simply hours to collect sufficient data before returning back. Still despite the assurance that the world was deserted, the Abh would not move blindly if it could be helped.

The small delegation of Colonial’s entered the main gate of the station designated as Vobayrunay. Eight Commanders, of eight Mercury Class Battlestars, along with the famous and well respected Admiral Adama stood walked through the airlock, adorned with their grey dress uniforms, their golden sash’s.

The delegation were soon greeted by those on the station, as the men and women of the colonial remnant saluted. Admiral Adama was the first to step forward. “Quite an impressive shipyard that you Abh are running.” he said with a smile on his face. “Tell me does it come with a wet bar.”

Several of the Colonial Officers behind him chuckled at the joke, as they began their tour of the facility.

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Over the Ice Planet
Middle of nowhere

Many cloaked probes entered the system of the small, and beautiful ice planet. The planet was serene, it was perfect, as it seemed completely unblimished by any settlement. The land was complete ice, and the skies were as blue with small clouds covering the surface. It seemed unblimished as the probes danced back and forth, taking pictures, and scanning the surface. All seemed right.

As the probes began to search the outer gray moons of the ice planet, though, a new discovery was made. Broken hulls of a battlestar floated endlessly in space, the same class of Galactica, it’s debris scattered to the space above. Had it not been for the gravitational field of the moon, the ship would have been long vanished. Slowly the probe came close to a flight pod, along side of the flight pod. It stated one word “Columbia”.

It was an eerie sight, one of the first cylon war, now a tomb of over four thousand men. The probe continued it search. As it came around to the dark side of the moon, ten ships came into view. These ships, were not the classic Cylon ships, instead were relics of the old cylon war. Their upper and lower sections were perfect circles, instead of the arrowhead formation. These ships waited guarding what ever secrets would be gleaned from the planet below. The probe quickly recorded everything it could see. Fifteen raider wings, from the first cylon war, ten relic baseships, and a host of ground batteries that would make even the most populated planet envious. Whatever was going on, it was far from an abandoned outpost of a war long gone.

Abriels were not strong in the sense of humor category rarely cracking a smile themselves. Usually when they did smile, it was never a good thing. However commander Keirn've had been around the universe a few times mingling with other races and people and picked up the joke as he smiled slightly. Gaf'ton simply held out his arm for the Colonials to follow them through the hall. "I believe you will find that this station can do much more and even make your toes curl."

Imperial Admiral Gaf'ton began the tour through the endless fascilities completing the shipyard that was Vobayrunay. Massive robotic arms worked furiously constructing attack vessels from the ground up in mere seconds and sending them out into space readied to be crewed. Dock hands worked on computer systems for ships and the finer details of weapon systems and decorations. Colonials were shown ships right up to the large Victory Class Destroyers that were practically the work horse of Star Forces. All in all it was a blaze of activity spawning ships in record timing. Still, it was just the tip of the iceberg with the station running at only a fraction of capacity.

"As you can see, ships for Star Forces are still being constructed but the vast majority of the station is relatively unused for military vessels at this time. Currently we have the Dornalians leasing time and space in this station for constructing their newest ship models. Given the security placed into this star system, our shipyard was a logical choice for them. Your own ship construction will be able to fit in right alongside them once you are ready."

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Probes soaked up every piece of information that the ice planet had to offer. With the old cylon ships in the area, information was immediatly streamed back to the capitol in case the probes had to be destroyed for security reasons. They would only need a few more passes to ensure all information was accounted for. If something was really going on, they would need to find out and prepare for the attack to come.

The encounter would spark a great debate no doubt but sides needed to be taken, and unlike other races the Abh would see to it that their choice was victorious.

Dornalian Lease, Vobayrunay, Abh Empire

The formerly clean environment of the Dornalian Lease was full of parts, stamped, welded and forged together via wondrous technologies that made even the great Shipyard System of New Dornalia look plain by comparison, and the wall was decorated with a poster glorfying the Abh-Dornalian alliance, with an Abh and Dornalian depicted in Dornalian Socialist Realist style, that odd mix of Socialist Realist and manga, shaking hands in front of a glorious sunrise. They were working on one of the legendary Mao Zedong Mark IV vessels, instant classics for both their girth and their unique naming system, and the sight of the huge monster would have impressed any onlooker. Rock music, in this case Jimi Hendrix's "Hey Joe" was playing in the background, as Dornalians liked.

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"Come on, come on, we don't have all bloody day! If I had a nickel for every time you people slowed up I'd not need my bloody pension plan!" cried out the Foreman working one of the rented sections of the massive complex.

One of the workers below stuck her tongue out and pulled down her eyelid with her finger, silently mocking the Foreman. Noticing the scene below, the Foreman only said, "Get back to work!"

Looking at the whole scene, Captain Gordon Tsing and his civilian liasion, Director Kwok of the Jensen Design Bureau, could only laugh. Apparently, getting the best guys with security clearance didn't necessarily get the brightest, and it showed with some impromptu comedy below.

As Captain Tsing watched the hilarity below, he turned to Kwok and said, "I'm going to get a cigarette break. Cover for me."

He then left the little trailer that served as the HQ area for the management, and then walked across the facility floor to a spot free from munitions and other nasties that didn't enjoy cigarettes nearby. Taking a drag, he then stared at the wondrous machine being built, and smiled. Yes, it was something to be proud of.

OOC: Fluff until the tour arrives at the Lease.

Ice Planet

The Abh probes, continued their descent, as flames licked them, through the atmosphere, to the frigid atmosphere below. The world was serene, pure, not so much as a single animal, yet alone structure, as they entered the planet themselves.

The probes were small, like meteors. Even if detected, their size and shape would only be seen as small rocks entering the atmosphere, nothing to be alarmed at, or send in the might of the cylon war era raiders above.

Fire, soon met Ice, as they flew closer to the planet’s surface, searching desperately for anything of value, anything that would warrant such a strong presence of ten first cylon war era base stars.

Time would be on their side, as they flew, they found massive structures. One central facility, surrounded by thousands of anti aircraft missiles, flak screens, and electronic jammers. Whatever was down here, it was important.

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Abh Base

Admiral Adama walked down the hallway as the main tour continued. Machined building ships with incredible speed and accuracy. So many resources, so much ingenuity, so many wonders, it was almost unbelievable. Ten seconds, after a ship was designed, it would take for this facility to produce that ship. Such automation was nearly unthinkable, yet believable. Here though the unthinkable was real. Admiral Adama smiles, as he finished the tour. “Sir, I think this is a great gift, and I would love to lease this from you. Before I do however I would like to meet the other nation from the thirteenth colony. Tell me what are they like?”

"Then you shall meet them. Please follow us." As Gaf'ton lead the Colonials through the halls where the Dornalians were working, the Abriel called up Keirn've. For a moment they spoke quietly together in baronh, undecipherable to Adama and his team, then Keirn've peeled off from the rest without another word and disappeared down the hall.

Gaf'ton continued the tour as if nothing was amiss. "You will find that these humans are an interesting type. A bit loud but they mean well. They are also one of our strongest allies and we have seen each other through many wars in the past. Their culture is as diverse as they come but they all seem to share the same desire for strong alcohol. After the descimation of one of their worlds during war, they have been in need of resources to help rebuild loss ships and replace old ones. We have offered the same helping hand as we offer you now."

As the group got closer to the Dornalian section rented out, loud rock and roll music began to drift through the air ducts. Once they passed through the security clearnace into the Dornalian rented part of the station, the music was blaring over speakers while construction carried on as normal. Through the glass, the Colonials could see Dornalians working on the latest models of the Mao Zedongs or going on break for a cigarette and drink.

"Like I said. Loud."

"Then you shall meet them. Please follow us." As Gaf'ton lead the Colonials through the halls where the Dornalians were working, the Abriel called up Keirn've. For a moment they spoke quietly together in baronh, undecipherable to Adama and his team, then Keirn've peeled off from the rest without another word and disappeared down the hall.

Gaf'ton continued the tour as if nothing was amiss. "You will find that these humans are an interesting type. A bit loud but they mean well. They are also one of our strongest allies and we have seen each other through many wars in the past. Their culture is as diverse as they come but they all seem to share the same desire for strong alcohol. After the descimation of one of their worlds during war, they have been in need of resources to help rebuild loss ships and replace old ones. We have offered the same helping hand as we offer you now."

As the group got closer to the Dornalian section rented out, loud rock and roll music began to drift through the air ducts. Once they passed through the security clearnace into the Dornalian rented part of the station, the music was blaring over speakers while construction carried on as normal. Through the glass, the Colonials could see Dornalians working on the latest models of the Mao Zedongs or going on break for a cigarette and drink.

"Like I said. Loud."

Captain Tsing then spotted the Gaf'ton and the Colonials and then looked up at them, being one of the Dornalians on a cigarette break. Extinguishing his cigarette, he then straightened his peaked cap, wiped his mouth off with a handkerchief, and then turned to the assembled tour group, and then sauntered through the airlock linking the work bay to where the Colonials and Abh were, letting the door open and allowing the assembled party to hear, just for a moment, what the music inside was like.

And thus, for a brief moment, the Captain's entrance, an otherwise businesslike and formal one with which he made eye contact with the group, was framed by the backdrop of some of the loudest, hardest rock and roll music any of them had probably ever heard, mainly a shredding, muscular guitar riff that greeted them with the fury of the ancients (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fsDpznl8eIs). (OOC: In the link, you only really need to look at the first 8 seconds at most to get a feel for what they'll be hearing.)

He then stopped, the airlock shut, the music calmed down, and Tsing saluted.

He would have looked somewhat professional enough. He wore an odd uniform, a mix of Soviet and American traditions, as if someone had taken a 20th Century US Navy dress uniform, colored it black, and placed Communist insiginia on it, with a peaked cap and dress uniform with the appropriate medals. The captain's appearance was cleanshaven, the hat on quite impeccably. He had a holster on the side of his belt, an old Western-style holster that held the standard New Dornalian railpistol. The only thing amiss was a bit of cookie crumb on the side of his cheek. He held the salute for a moment, and then put his hands down.

Holding his position, the Captain then said, "Admiral Gaf'ton! It's good to see you again. How fares the Star Forces?"

He then noticed the Colonials. Their uniforms were unfamiliar, and yet somewhat familiar, like they were from an old 20th Century TV show. And yet here they were, an organized military, much like the Dornalians and Abh were. He then saluted them, and then extended his hand out to them, as he said, "Greetings. I am Captain Gordon Tsing. New Dornalian People's Navy, and Dornalian Liasion to the Vobarunay Lease."

He then cracked a smile, and said, dropping the formality for a moment, "And who might you fellows be?"

Admiral Adama smiled, as he remembered his youth. Many years ago, during the first cylon war, before he joined the Colonial Fleet, he remembered driving around in his car, a black convertible, as he drove by his high school. The radio was loud, playing similar music, as he would try and usually succeed in picking up the lady of his choice. The now old man, many years past his prime, yet still commanded the respect and admiration of people with little more than a glance, just smiled.

“It is a pleasure.” Admiral Adama said, as he held his hand out to the New Dornalian commander. Admiral Adama stood with a select group of commanders from his rag tag fleet. They were all adorned in the blue standard uniforms, with a small golden symbol on their collar, used for identifying ranks.

He turned to his Commanders. “This is Commander Shaw, of the Battlestar Pegasus.” he said, holding his hand out to a Asian woman, with a Caprican Accent (British). A pleasure I am sure. she replied.

Adama then turned to another Commander, “This is Commander Wilkins, of the Battlestar Pacifica.” he said, refering to an older man, about fifty years of age. Commander Wilkens simply held his hand out for introduction.

Admiral Adama then smiled, as he introduced the last person, “And this is my Executive Officer Colonel Tigh.” Tigh did not say a word, as he was introduced.

“May we come to your section of the base?” Adama asked the commander. “The Abh have told us much about you, how you come from earth. I must say it has been a long time since we have heard from your planet. In fact your planet is still considered a myth to many people.” he said as he walked to their end of the station.

“May we come to your section of the base?” Adama asked the commander. “The Abh have told us much about you, how you come from earth. I must say it has been a long time since we have heard from your planet. In fact your planet is still considered a myth to many people.” he said as he walked to their end of the station.

Tsing smiled, raising an eyebrow at Adama's last comment. Earth? A myth? These were some interesting people, to say the least. And the name Adama....hell, it did seem like it was from some old TV show. He could only reply with a bit of a chuckle, "Well, rest assured Admiral, we're no myth. Earth is alive and well. What did the Abh tell you?"

He then led them into the Dornalian Lease. Here, the music swelled again as they passed through the airlock, and the lively chattering of workers and machinery moved about in front of the group. If the Colonials cared to notice, they would have witnessed the variety of people working the facility, scurrying about the gangplanks, overseeing the fantastic Abh machinery that seemingly put the Mao Zedongs together like they were model kits. Some they could have sworn had cat ears, others pointed ears, others looked like Lizardmen.

One of the women, petite, jet black hair, equipped with wire rimmed glasses, cat ears and what seemed to be a prehensile tail walked up to Captain Tsing, bowed, and said in a voice tempered with a mix of Mexican upbringing and heavy smoking, "Captain, here is the report you requested, sí nya?"

Captain Tsing nodded and then said, "Thank you, Manuela." The woman then left, and then Tsing said with pride, "That's Manuela Marisol-chibi. One of the most reliable clerical employees you will ever meet. Just don't try to tell her to stop smoking. Sent me to the hospital over that."

As he led them to the Command Trailer, he then paused and said, getting serious yet exuding a casual, easy air as he said this: "Now, before we go any further, I'm gonna have to warn you gentlemen. Any info, blueprints, stats, where and how such and such takes a dump, ANYTHING about Dornalian military equipment, such as that big mother over there"--he then pointed to the frame of a Mao Zedong Mark IV being manufactured--"does not, I repeat, does not leave the Dornalian Lease without my say-so in writing."

He then grew a little more conciliatory, explaining, "It's not that I don't trust you gentlemen and ladies--you seem like perfectly honest people, especially you, Admiral Adama. But I just want to make sure the security of this place stays airtight. As we say in New Dornalia, capice?"

Admiral Adama turned to the Colonial Remnant Delegation behind him. He looked at each of them, before turning his head back to his Doralian host. “I understand, and you can rest assured that nothing you tell us here, or show us will leave this company, nor will it be discussed outside of this lease.” he replied, as he slowly smiled.

Adama, and his company began to walk with Captain Tsing. Adama looked out the port hole, to the giant vessel in construction. “What kind of vessel is that?” he asked pointing to the giant mother of a ship that Captain Tsing pointed out. “It is quite large, and I assume it is going to be a warship. It has a remarkable frame.” he said trying to spark a conversation with his new hosts.

Commander Shaw, slowly sighed, “With all due respect Admiral” she said, “should we not be attempting to come to some sort of alliance to retake our nation from the enemy?” she asked coldly. Adama turned to her, “In good time, Commander Shaw.”

Ice Planet

The probes began to notice several structures as it came closer to the surface. It would seem that the probes were completely untraceable, or were not considered a threat, as they approached the many buildings below. Smoke rose to the heavens, gray white plums of smoke drifted upwards.

As they continued to take their pictures, and upload their data feed to the Abh empire, a curious anomily was spotted. A Tarmac near by with thousands of First Cylon war Raiders (http://en.battlestarwiki.org/wiki/Cylon_Raider_%28RDM%29). Their metalic surfaces shined in against the white snow below. Several Old Model Centurions (http://en.battlestarwiki.org/wiki/Cylon_Centurion_Model_0005) could be seen fueling the fighters below. It soon became apparent, whatever was occurring, what ever the target, this was nothing more than an invasion force, for some unknown target.

Commander Keirn've was sitting in one of the many secured rooms of Vobayrunay, going over intelligence reports and absently paying attention to probe feedbacks on distant stars. One in particular had his attention though as he watched an ice globe reveal its secrets to him. Already the analysis crystal was running the cylon ships through the Empire's massive archives in an attempt to identify them. Every tid-bit of information was crucial as this was the sight of the first Abh-Colonial counterstrike and it was supposed to be their forward base where they could launch future attacks from. A Cylon presence in the area was changing everything.

Ground defenses were everywhere and now there were thousands of fighters on a tarmac. While the Abh tended to not worry about a few bee stings, a lot could kill. It also meant that a Cylon construction facility had to be close by and a good number of cylons to build. That would also mean soldiers to defend it.

The Abh grabbed his datapad, after downloading all content, and created a line to the probe feed. Keirn've sped out of the room and headed back down to where the Imperial Admiral and the Colonials were touring the facility. He knew they were heading into the Dornalian quarter which made his needle hunt that much easier.

Keirn've quickly passed through the Abh guards with his clearance and headed out onto the construction sight of a Mao. His blue cape floated back down as Keirn've came to a halt a few feet from Gaf'ton and snapped a quick salute.

Gaf'ton arched an eyebrow ever so slightly. "Commander? What is it?"

Keirn've looked around for a moment then turned his focus back on the Admiral. "Begging your pardon your highness, but something urgent has come up. I need to speak with you for a moment."

"Lariesh, stay here and tend to our guests."

"Yes, Majesty."

Without another word, Gaf'ton headed back out the door behind Keirn've. Together the two Abh walked a good distance through winding halls and passed guards until they reached a room that was out of the way. Once they were back behind close doors, Keirn've let the information streamline through his tiara. Gaf'ton stood with his arms crossed as he watched the probes make their journey through the space around the ice planet and down to its surface.

"It would appear that our Colonial friends are a little outdated on their information. This complicates matters."

Keirn've was nodding his agreement. "What are your orders your Highness?"

Admiral Adama turned to the Colonial Remnant Delegation behind him. He looked at each of them, before turning his head back to his Doralian host. “I understand, and you can rest assured that nothing you tell us here, or show us will leave this company, nor will it be discussed outside of this lease.” he replied, as he slowly smiled.

Adama, and his company began to walk with Captain Tsing. Adama looked out the port hole, to the giant vessel in construction. “What kind of vessel is that?” he asked pointing to the giant mother of a ship that Captain Tsing pointed out. “It is quite large, and I assume it is going to be a warship. It has a remarkable frame.” he said trying to spark a conversation with his new hosts.

Commander Shaw, slowly sighed, “With all due respect Admiral” she said, “should we not be attempting to come to some sort of alliance to retake our nation from the enemy?” she asked coldly. Adama turned to her, “In good time, Commander Shaw.”

Tsing nodded and turned to Shaw, also declaring, "In good time."

He then led Admiral Adama and company into the Command Trailer, noticing that Gaf'ton had been taken away on important business. He then pulled up a few chairs for them, and then told Mr. Kwok, who was watching an episode of Hong Kong Supercop, "Could you turn that down? We have guests."

Kwok then nodded, and put on some headphones, plugging them into the HoloNet Reciever and sitting back, the onscreen twofisted gun violence taking place. Tsing then said, smiling, "To answer your question Admiral, the ship in question is a Mao Zedong Mark IV. And she does have a remarkable frame; I don't crew one myself, sadly. The class is named after a famous Pre-Apocalypse Revolutionary hero who led a successful Revolution on Earth in a land we call China. History aside, she's one of the baddest motherfarkers you will ever see. She's what we call a Battleship, though some would call it a Super Command Ship, owing to its girth and the wealth of systems it has onboard."

He then opened a small liquor cabinet revealing a bottle marked "Suntory Yamazaki Whisky, 18 year old Single Malt." (http://www.foodreference.com/assets/images/autogen/a_YAM_18YR.jpg) He then put it on the table, and then folded his hands, placing them on the desk. He then got businesslike again.

"Of course, judging by Shaw's reaction, it seems you ladies and gents aren't just here for the ten-cent tour. You're interested in help to retake your nation back from those that decided to make it theirs at your expense."

He then got up slightly, and gently pointed to a plaque on the wall. "That right there, gentlemen, signifies that I have the power to represent the Workers and Peasants of the Workers State of New Dornalia and make treaties--provisional diplomat status. A funny little tradition dating to the early years of the Revolution that made New Dornalia."

Sitting back down, he then lit up a cigar, and then took a couple of puffs on it. "And, naturally, being the Socialists we are, we have a policy on helping people take back sovereign states that rightfully belong to them." He then relaxed, and said, "So, Admiral Adama. Tell me a little more about your predicament."

He then motioned to the whisky bottle and then interjected, "Oh, before we go on, does anybody want something to drink? Whisky? Tequila and soda water? I got a whole bunch of stuff here."

The Colonial Delegation sat down at the table. Adama reached for the whiskey, as Tigh reached into his boot and pulled out a flask of Ambrosia, the sweet green liquor most favored in the Colonies. Only Shaw, did not drink, nor asked for anything. Colonel Tigh reached across the table and light up the fine Cuban cigar. He took a small puff, “Most interesting flavor.” he remarked, “Damn good, it reminds me of a Caprican style of Tobacco.” he said

Adama slowly picked up the glass of whiskey, and took a sip. With his left hand he reached for his glasses and placed them on the table.

“Our predicament is simple, and the Abh believe that you will be great allies in this endevour. Our Colonies have been ravanged by a civil war, one that started when President Adar choose to follow the Coredian Emperor, over the advice of the Colonial Fleet. Admiral Helena Cain, the Admiral of the Fleet of the Twelve Colonies met in secret with Emperor Remiel of Chronosia. Although the details of the meeting were declared top secret, one thing we know occured was she came back with a deep hatred of the Coredians.

After he choose to incarcerate and attempt to execute the flag officer at the battle of Asfaltum, and tried to have Admiral Cain removed from command, the Colonial fleet, with the exception of our reminant supported Cain and began to attack the colonies. Our last reports were the Galactic Empire, along with the Chronosian Empire, backed Cain, and the colonies quickly fell. We also have reports that the Coredians violated our alliance by sneaking a Weapon of Mass Destruction into our capitol prior to the civil war, and detonated it. The extent of the damage is unknown to us, but needless to be said, we do not trust the Coredians after such an attack any farther than we can throw one. They attacked an ally, destroyed many of it’s civilians, unprovoked. Adama replied as a man rich with experience, until he spoke of the Coredians, in which his voice carried the tone of anger.

Adama paused for a moment, as he continued, “We the remnant went to Jurai seeking aid, before we knew of their attack on the colonies. They swore to us that they did not have the ships or ability to retake the colonies, yet we watched and waited as they summoned thousands of their own vessels, and summoned their allies to Jurai and other nations. This is nothing more than a blatant lie on their part. I now understand why the Cain hates the Coredians, for they do as she put it use their allies as shields to save themselves, yet will not lift a finger to aid their allies in their time of need. So now, I come to you asking for help, and the Abh have given their support in the freeing of our nation, to restore the true government of the colonies. I only have a small fleet of two hundred Colonial warships, out of which only forty seven are battlestars and all are in serious need or repair and resupply.”

Adama paused for another sip. “I am of the understanding that you are not in the favor of the Empire, and our ultimate aim, is to set up an independent nation, the true government of the colonies, and with enough nations backing us, retake the colonies from the now military dictatorship that rules the nation. I know that this dictatorship will be nothing more than a front of the Empire, either Chronosian or the Galactic Empire. Although Cain would not put the desires of other nations before her, and given the history of the empire, they will seek to remove her from power, and set up a puppet to control the colonies. That is all I can divulge at the moment, until we can come to some sort of under standing.”

"Are you sure about this, Majesty? We have enough enemies as it is without adding more to the list."

Gaf'ton and Keirn've passed by two guards guarding who stood tall and resolute. The two Abh passed through the pressurized door without as much as a nod from the guards. "There is not much of a choice in the matter. These events are forcing our hand sooner than anticipated but perhaps we can still use it to our advantage."

"How? Kahlan Amnell of D'Hara signed a treaty with them effectively keeping our hands tied."

The old Abriel's eye narrowed slightly. The woman was becoming more and more a pain as of lately. "She is not an authority within the Empire. As far as the Emperor is concerned, any treaty that she has drafted or agreed to is void when applying to the Empire. If it were up to me, I would have her brought up on charges of treason. Unfortunately the Emperor is far more lenient than I. How goes the Praetorial election in the Alliance?"

Keirn've scratched his head slightly trying to recall the last vote count. "Hannelore is leading Kahlan by one vote."

"I see. Well that was just a theory I had. I suppose there are other ways of incapacitating her without killing her. I will have to speak to his highness again and try to find a high governmental role for her. We don't need D'Hara trying to break away. It would be a needless distraction that would most likely draw in the more liberal of the GFFA."

A gust of new air tossed the blue hair of the Abhs as they entered the cooridor of the leased Dornalian sector. Their guests had moved on but the two were capable of tracking them down with ease.

Keirn've moved a pace quicker to get the door that lead to where the Dornalians and Adama's company had went. "What do you think they'll say?"

Gaf'ton simply shrugged and entered the room.

Tsing noticed Admiral Gaf'ton's return, and then said, "Welcome back, Admiral. Admiral Adama here was just telling us about the Tragedy of Caprica."

He then sat up, and smoked on his cigar. He grew serious and contemplative, thinking about what to do, what to do. This was going to be a bitch. A serious bitch. The New Dornalians trusted the Coredians, and regarded them as fellow Comrades, people who were too fighting a War of National Liberation that as human beings, and as Socialists, they had an honorbound duty to suppor. And now, you had some people who wanted the help of Father MacIntyre, but distrusted other Comrades the Dornalians liked. With good reason too. Tsing had heard the reports from the Woodian and Dornalian news, he just didn't know these were the guys on the recieving end. He knew these guys didn't want any more bullshit. They wanted straight talk, no deceit, and someone to trust.

After some time, he then put out the cigar and slowly but deliberately put his hands on the desk, folding them. He then spoke frankly and businesslike, with a grave tone in his voice that belied a hint of righteous anger.

"Gentlemen, Admiral Adama especially. I'm going to say this much. You've been through a lot of bullshit."

Tsing then picked up a shot glass, and poured some whisky in it. He drank it down, and said, "Frankly, I won't lie. I won't bullshit you, because I can tell you guys want some straight talk. No ghosting. Well, I won't dance around the fact the Workers State of New Dornalia is allied with the Imperial Republic of Coreworlds. If that makes us Dornalians sons of bitches, then so be it. However, your story has convinced me that we can help you. We can be your sons of bitches, if you so think of us that way."

Tsing then sat back, and delivered his proposal. He wrote it down on a piece of Red Army stationery, and then stapled a paper to it, before sliding the packet to Admiral Adama for him to read.

"Gentlemen, ladies, here's my offer. Feel free to discuss it amongst yourselves and even consult Admiral Gaf'ton for advice."

The papers read:

A PROPOSAL FOR AN ALLIANCE BETWEEN THE WORKERS STATE OF NEW DORNALIA TO SUPPORT THE COLONIAL WAR OF NATIONAL LIBERATION.

1. The Workers State of New Dornalia will supply arms and materiel, as well as volunteers to the True Representatives of the Twelve Colonies of Kobal, defined as those forces not under the command of Helena Cain, to enable them to fight their war of national liberation against the puppet army of Admiral Helena Cain. (OOC: That's Adama's men.) Transfers will be conducted according to the rules of a Non-Disclosure Agreement.

2. The Workers State of New Dornalia will recognize the True Representatives of the Twelve Colonies as the sole legal government of the Twelve Colonies, and deny recognition to the Puppet Army of Cain.

3. The Workers State of New Dornalia, in an effort to maintain the forward progress of the struggle against the forces behind the puppet army and in recognizance of its own status as ally of the Imperial Republic of Coreworlds, will use its status to protect the True Representatives of the Twelve Colonies from abuse and will attempt to help it seek peaceful restitution for injuries committed against its Workers and Peasants.

4. The Workers State of New Dornalia pledges to assist in the reconstruction of the Twelve Colonies of Kobal once the True Representatives fulfill the objective of the War of National Liberation.

Non Disclosure Agreement:

As a purchaser/user/recepient otherwise of New Dornalian weapons, you agree to:

1. Not sell or distribute any equipment or plans for equipment sold, lend-leased or donated by the Workers State to third parties without express permission.

2. Not use any equipment from the Workers State to wage a war of aggression against its allies, unless said war is a defensive one involving a real risk of invasion.

3. Not make unauthorized copies of any equipment or plans of equipment without an explicit license for export. You may make copies of our equipment (but not plans) for national defense use; please be aware export sales of these items are governed by article 1.

4. Ensure the safe matenance of these items, and to prevent them from falling into the hands of the enemy.

5. make modifications and innovations as you feel are needed to equipment you recieve from the Workers State, so long as you acknowledge their origins.

Admiral Adama picked up the Treaty prepared by Tsing. He reached down to the table, and grabbed his spectacles. He began to read and study the purposed treaty from the representitive of the thirteenth colony, now designated the New Doralian faction. He looked over it for a while, studying the fine language, looking for any legal loopholes. There is an advantage at being the son of a lawyer.

“It seems to be a reasonable request,” Admiral Adama said, as he grabbed a pen and signed the treaty. With the stroke of a pen, he agreed to an alliance of sorts with the last reminant of humanity, Earth. “Now that the formalities....” he paused in mid sentence, as he noticed Admiral Gaf’ton enter the room.

“Admiral, Adama continued, as Adama’s delegation turned to the Abh commander. “Have you gotten any data back from your scans?”

(OOC: sorry for the crappy post)

Admiral Adama picked up the Treaty prepared by Tsing. He reached down to the table, and grabbed his spectacles. He began to read and study the purposed treaty from the representitive of the thirteenth colony, now designated the New Doralian faction. He looked over it for a while, studying the fine language, looking for any legal loopholes. There is an advantage at being the son of a lawyer.

“It seems to be a reasonable request,” Admiral Adama said, as he grabbed a pen and signed the treaty. With the stroke of a pen, he agreed to an alliance of sorts with the last reminant of humanity, Earth. “Now that the formalities....” he paused in mid sentence, as he noticed Admiral Gaf’ton enter the room.

“Admiral, Adama continued, as Adama’s delegation turned to the Abh commander. “Have you gotten any data back from your scans?”

(OOC: sorry for the crappy post)

Tsing then pulled out his own pen, a relatively simple Red Army ballpoint, and wrote his own name onto the form whilst Adama was occupied. As he did so, Tsing smiled and said, "Heck, it's more than reasonable, Admiral. It's going to be a life saver."

He then turned to Tigh and the others assembled, seeing as how the Admiral was busy, and then asked, "Now, Colonel, we are prepared to offer you some of our finest Dakka." Tsing then took another shot of whisky, and then said, "That's a Dornalian colloquialism meaning weapons, ammo, things that go boom, et cetera. But anywho, we are prepared to ship you some good weapons to shake this monkey off your back. Weapons, for example, that use Replicators to manufacture ammo using only energy and a little material. Temporal Shielding fields that harness the effects of time and space to slow or stop incoming fire."

He then finished with, "And oh so much more."

Gaf'ton's sole eye drifted quickly from the Dornalian party back to the Colonials. The Imperial Admiral had no intentions of bringing the Dornalians in on any of this at the moment. At the moment, this was all strictly an Abh-Colonial mission. The information the probes had secured would most likely prove surprising to Adama, and the Abriel did not want to get locked into a debate with other personnel. This was to be a small discussion.

The door behind Gaf'ton opened once more as Keirn've pressed a glass button on the panel behind him. Gaf'ton stepped to the side. "I would like to speak with you privately when you have a moment Admiral."

Admiral Adama glanced up to Gaf'ton eyes, as he knew that something was up. He rose from his chair, and grasped his hands in front of his body. "Of course, Gentleman, ladies, if you will excuse me." he replied. He turned his gaze to Commander Shaw, "Commander in my absense, please take command of the colonial delegation until I return." he asked her.

Commander Shaw, saluted the Admiral, as he exited the doors. She turned to Tsing. "Now that the formalities are out of the way, what is the nature of these toys that you are speaking of? she replied, to the Doralian commander, her face hardened more like a Marine, than a Colonial Commander.

As Adama stepped out of the room, and the door shut, he looked to Gaf'ton. "What did you find?" he asked

Instead of Gaf'ton saying anything, he motioned for Adama and Keirn've to follow him. Together the trio headed outside of the Dornalian leased area and into a secured sector of the massive station. Gaf'ton opened the door himself to a small room with a flat metalic table and a few chairs.

"Sit if you like."

Gaf'ton headed to the far side of the room while Keirn've circled around to meet him. The Imperial Admiral crossed his arms for a moment then nodded his head at Keirn've. Sitting down, the Abh took one of the diamond like objects dangling from the end of his chain on his tiara and plugged it into a small node built within the table. A holographic representation of the probes just about to enter the ice planet's space appeared a breath above the table's surface.

Keirn've looked up at Adama as he began to play the recording through. "As head of Information for both the Abh Empire and the Galactic Federation, I have the responsibility of obviously gathering as much intelligence on potential targets and current enemies as possible. Star Forces does not normally attack a target without being certain of what we are getting into. It is not that we did not trust the information you provided us about the planet, but if nothing else we are cautious. This is what our probes uncovered when they entered the system."

The video started playing as the probes silently slipped from Hyperspace to normal space. All was going normal with no activity around the planet until the probes picked up the Cylon vessels floating around the planet's orbit. It played through all that the probes had picked then shot down to the planet where Cylons were hard at work and fighter craft sitting on a tarmac in the ice. The video feed rolled what into what the probes were picking up at this moment and continued to run a live feed for Admiral Adama.

Gaf'ton grunted when he thought that Adama had seen enough. "As you can see, this planet is not entirely abandoned. If you still want to take this planet for our operations, we can but it is going to require more careful planning and a greater number of ships than was originally projected. Our estimations will have to be recalculated but it can be done. However, the Cylons have left us Abh alone for the time being because they do not view us as human which is accurate enough. If at all possible, we would like to prevent them from discovering who is attacking them thus prevent adding another enemy to the list.

By launching mines and torpedoes from the protection of Hyperspace, the Cylons won't have any means of identifying us. A quick attack on the planet following the mopping up of orbital forces should allow the planet to be quickly taken. Still, what concerns me is that for some reason this planet is valuable to the Cylons. At the moment I can foresee no reason as to why this is."

Commander Shaw, saluted the Admiral, as he exited the doors. She turned to Tsing. "Now that the formalities are out of the way, what is the nature of these toys that you are speaking of? she replied, to the Doralian commander, her face hardened more like a Marine, than a Colonial Commander.


Tsing then turned to Kwok and said, "Mr. Kwok? Could you get the specs on the Temporal Shields and the Replicator Weapons? Bring up the Export Model versions, if you can."

Kwok then turned, looking up at Tsing, popping what looked like a cheeto in his mouth. Having now switched from watching HoloNet programs to reading an issue of The Monthly, Dornalia's premier newsmagazine, he then shrugged and said, "Sure. I guess so." He then turned to his computer and pushed a few buttons on it, bringing up the appropriate data. He then printed out a few datasheets for the benefit of the Colonials, and then walked over to them, delivering the paper to Commander Shaw with a simple, "Here you go. I printed out stats for the basic Export Model Temporal Shield unit and our Anaconda Torpedo Launcher Export Model, which is but one example of our replicator weapons."

OOC: Export Model Anacondas do not use Huntarian Transphasic torps or anything fancier than Dornalian Conventional and Ion Torpedoes. In fact, they're more built to be programmed to fire whatever you want in terms of torpedoes. :) Export Model Temporal Shields, meanwhile, are the basic one-layer units, without Abh RA/EA Field.

Flash Back Sequence (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cD6PF00WxjI)

Fifty years ago
First Cylon War
Ice Planet

Adama walked into a room, the smell of death and rotten flesh filled the air. One can never forget the smell of death, how it eats at your nostrils, how it imbeds itself into your mind. No matter how one tries to forget. He held his gun, arms stretched out, the gun that he took from a centurion not moments ago, after he beat him to death, if you can truly call smashing a robot a death.

The room was full of body parts. Severed and skinned arms, the muscles stretched out, like it was part of a frog in a high school science class. Legs, entrails, hung everywhere. Adama put his hand to his nose, trying to stop the horrid smell of death from corrupting his soul further. “What the frak are they doing down here?” the young Adama thought to himself, as he approached a small bath tube like structure in the center of the room...

Present Day

Adama watched the video feed of the Abh, as the flashbacks of a war long gone, flowed through his mind, like a ruptured dam. “The Tarmacs, the raiders, the very centurions on the ground, how was this possible?” he asked himself, as the now old man lifted his arms to his face once more, as the old smell of death came back to him.

“It has been a long time.” he replied to Admiral Gaf’ton, “since I have seen anything like this.” The video continued, as he noticed the old Raiders, the centurions of a war long thought over, yet still persisted to this day. He turned to Admiral Gaf’ton, “I have not seen anything like this since the first cylon war.” he remarked. “Those raiders, are not the current raiders in use by the cylons, the Centurions, are not the standard model, they are relics of the first cylon war.” he said.

He turned to the Abh, “No we have to strike, your torpedoes from hyperspace might do some damage, but they will still get away. I was there, when they set up shop the first time. The things they did were grizzly, they captured humans, studied them, took them apart like toys to see how we tick. I need to consult the rest of my fleet, and I understand if this is something you can not do, but I need to do this. If they brought back these models, then they might be doing their old experiments as well.” Adama replied to Gaf’ton

Doralian Lease

Colonel Tigh smiled, as he took another shot of whiskey. “Damn good stuff.” Tigh replied as he stared down the Doralian, almost taunting him to a drinking contest. Colonel Tigh reached across the table and grabbed Tsing’s shot glass and filled it with whiskey, then poured his own. While the games were being played, Commander Shaw, walked around the rooms, studying an analyzing the schematics of the tools the Doralians were willing to lease the colonials.

After she read through it, she took the folder, and laid it on the table. “Very interesting, tell me, this shield system of yours, it is a completely different design of the magnetic force fields of the Coredians. I am most interested in how your Colony came up with temporal mechanics, as well as the ability to use microscopic robotics to regenerate it’s kinetic weaponry?” she replied, as she slowly leaned against the wall of the room. She crossed her arms, and looked to Tsing.

OOC: I have no idea what half that stuff is so ok :)

Doralian Lease

Colonel Tigh smiled, as he took another shot of whiskey. “Damn good stuff.” Tigh replied as he stared down the Doralian, almost taunting him to a drinking contest. Colonel Tigh reached across the table and grabbed Tsing’s shot glass and filled it with whiskey, then poured his own. While the games were being played, Commander Shaw, walked around the rooms, studying an analyzing the schematics of the tools the Doralians were willing to lease the colonials.

After she read through it, she took the folder, and laid it on the table. “Very interesting, tell me, this shield system of yours, it is a completely different design of the magnetic force fields of the Coredians. I am most interested in how your Colony came up with temporal mechanics, as well as the ability to use microscopic robotics to regenerate it’s kinetic weaponry?” she replied, as she slowly leaned against the wall of the room. She crossed her arms, and looked to Tsing.

OOC: I have no idea what half that stuff is so ok :)

OOC: BTW, its spelled Dornalian. You forgot the N. :) Also, here's my Greatest Hits tech thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=525617).

Don't hesitate to ask away on TGs about the technobabble--there will be technobabble coming up, partly because even I haven't fully RPed how the Pure Energy Replicators I use work. Part of the theory is borrowed from Wikipedia and heavily bastardized. MSN might prove somewhat spottier, with Finals and all coming up (I want to study, lol).

EDIT: Added a picture to Tennenbaum. Figured I'll see your River and raise you a Melfina (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Outlaw_Star_characters#Melfina) ;).

IC:

Tsing had to admire Tigh's stomach for booze. The Abh, and the Xanthalians Tsing had previously served with at Mirfak weren't the heaviest of drinkers, so it was to his relief he found a man who shared the Dornalian penchant for hard liquor. He returned the stare with a smile, as Tsing simply replied to Tigh, "That's why I keep it around. Great diplomatic tool." He then pulled out another shot glass, keeping eye contact with Tigh, and poured two at once, and downed them in quick succession, releasing a satisfying "aah...." at the end of the sequence. It was like back at his days in the Naval ROTC at the University of Luxembourgia all over again, and he was glad to find a drinking buddy.

Having done that, he still had to answer Shaw's question. This was tricky. Not many people were allowed to know about how the Dornalians developed temporal shielding; an official piece of propaganda explaining how existed but for the most part it was classified, the FOIA requests usually convieniently getting lost. Rumor had that it was actually backengineered technology from the world of Nirai Kanai, harvested before the fall of SeaQuest. But that was scuttlebutt. The replicators were a bit easier to explain, however. That was common knowledge.

He sighed, and fingered the shotglass for a moment before replying, "Well, Commander, how the Workers State came up with temporal shielding is going to be a doozy to discuss. The process was very secretive; even now large parts of it are either classified state secrets I can't divulge at the moment unless I want to be killing mindworms for the rest of my life in a gulag, or scuttlebutt spread by bored Newbies who haven't had any in a while.

What I can say about their development is that the concept was fleshed out and developed by a Dr. Edelmira Tennenbaum (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/Senor_Nb3/Melfina.jpg). Woman from a region of the Thirteenth Colony, as you call it, called Argentina. Lots of steak there. Anyway, she was inspired by pieces of classified technology, her own quantum physics background, and existing theories on temporal and dimensional science out there to develop the necessary ingredients behind temporal shielding. A little exposure to FTL drives during her Navy service probably helped a little, as did a little bit of megalomania. They always did say she was a little crazy. But that's about as much as I can tell you without bullshitting you or getting my own rear in trouble, and I don't imagine that's in your interest right now."

He then lit up another cigar, and puffed on it before putting it down. He continued, saying, "Now replicators I can discuss openly. We modified them from models previously purchased from a nation named Calpe. They don't use much in the way of nanites, actually; instead, they use Ishikawa Energies--that's what we call the main ingredient in the replicator--harnessed through a Conversion Field that focuses the Energies and simply rearranges the subatomic particles in the replicator themselves to eventually form matter, then the desired object. It's great, but it is easier if you feed these babies even a little first. It doesn't take much to get the process started, just some old clothes or hell, even junk and material to accelerate the process by giving the energies something to coalesce around, break down, and feed into the overall process. It helps even more if the material is similar to the thing you're trying to replicate, but that's not a hard and fast requirement."

He then smiled, and said, "And that is how you get an A on a group project about replicators."

Gaf'ton placed his hands on the table and leaned in as he studied the Cylon vessels. "We have never backed out of our responsibilities nor gone back on a statement of war. So relax, we've been planning on dealing with the Cylons. This is just sooner than expected. Fortunately we have a few advantages at the moment and we will exploit them while we still can."

The Abriel looked to Keirn've. "Retrieve the probes. I don't want the Cylons picking up on someone spying on them."

"Yes your Highness."

Gaf'toon stood tall and straight as he started circling around the table. "After you have spoken to your fleet commanders, contact me and we'll discuss further battle plans at the capital. There are many more Abh that you will have to be introduced to but that is all in good time. For now let us concentrate rebuilding your forces and getting them battle ready. We will need every ship and officer before this war is over."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XgH83IqL8T8&feature=related

Two gold plated Centurions walk into a room. The room is dimly lite, as the heavy steel boots of the centurions stomped on the floor. The ceiling fans on the ceiling rotated, as many tubes and small computer lights illuminated the room, ever so slightly. Their red eye, passed back and forth, as they approached a small bath tub looking instrument. The Centurions came close, as they stopped.

An old man, or something that appeared to be an old man, half submersed in a gel like substance laid back, his head resting against the edge. He turned his head to the side, and opened his eyes.

“By Your Command.” the two gold plated Centurions replied.

The Old man turned his head back to the ceiling. “We have guests, and soon they will come. Their destinies are intertwined with ours, even though they do not realize it. They seek our children, those who have caused great betrayal, and will seek to shed their terrible vengeance on us.” the old man said.

“They believe themselves to be saviors, but they are harbingers of death. Their good will, will only be used to drive our parents to extinction. Greet them when they come. This has all happened before, and will happen again.”

The two centurions stood still, like statues. “By your command.” they replied, as they turned out to go issue the orders to the rest of the fleet.

Adama turned to Gaf’ton. “That is a wise precaution, and I am glad to have your aid. We only have six million survivors however, and most of them are residing within the Woodian nation. I will prepare orders to have my remaining forty seven battle stars, and support ships to come to this station for refit and repair. When you desire we can begin operations after that mission is completed. Adama replied.

ND’s lease

Commander Shaw listened to his words. “Most remarkable, that kind of ability must be very useful in saving fuel and materials. I am sure that will be quite valuable in the battles to come.” she remarked, as she stood there saying nothing. Commander Shaw just watched Tsing, and Tigh continue their dick waving contest on who can drink the most. She thought to herself, “How unprofessional, it is quite a disgrace to the uniform.” but she could not help but notice, that the Dornalians were enjoying his company. Maybe they saw something familiar of themselves in Colonel Tigh. “I guess even brazen behavior can have it’s uses.” she thought to herself.

Colonel Tigh took down another shot. “Gods damn it.” he replied, “Where in the frak did you get this you son of a bitch.” he said as he smiled to Tsing. “This is good shit.” he said as he took down another shot. Commander Shaw almost cracked a smile at Colonel Tigh’s remark, as she spoke up. “When can we expect to begin to re-outfit the remnant fleet, sir?” she asked the now slightly intoxicated Tsing.

(OOC: Sorry for the delay in this post.)

"I hope that you bring your ships here sooner rather than later. It is almost certain that someone knows you have arrived here in our realm. There are more than a few nations our there that will not be pleased by that. That and I do not intend to let whatever the Cylons are doing to be completed."

Gaf'ton turned to the table that had stopped showing what the probes were showing as they left the planet and punched a few buttons. The holographs disappeared for a moment but were quickly replaced by the image of a lean Abh with a double winged tiara much like Gaf'ton's golden one but this Abh's was silver. The Abh's canines were slightly more exaggerated than usual which was revealed by his wolfish grin.

"Yes your Highness, is there something I can do for you?"

Gaf'ton stepped aside for a moment. "Admiral Adama, I would like you to meet Admiral Trife (http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h255/Abh_Empire/Seikai%20no%20Monshu/SNM-11-05.jpg) who is one of the seven Admirals of the Abh Empire."

Trife saluted Adama in typical Abh fashion with two fingers up to his tiara. "Hello Admiral."

"Trife, I have a new assignment for you. I need you to summon your entire fleet."

Admiral Trife happened to be one of the most vicious leaders that the Abh had, save for the Abriel family, however his caution often saved him from going all out. It was the one quality that Gaf'ton wished he would lose unlike Admiral Spoor who was ruthless and effecient all in one beautiful deadly package. "What is it that you would have me do?"

"I am sending you coordinants of an ice world that will need to be taken if we are to help the Colonials reclaim their home. This planet will become our first forward base of many as we march further on. However this planet is currently occupied by Cylons and will need to be purged before we can start setting up operations there. You will lead the attack on this with Colonial support but the Abh will do the most work here. I do not want to draw too much attention on Adama's fleet. Let the word spread that the Abh warmongerers are at it again. That will help keep our little secret for a time."

Trife nodded his understanding. "Very will Majesty. I will gather the full force of the Third fleet. What is our rendezvous point?"

"Vobayrunay."

"Understood. Admiral Trife out."

The holograph flashed off leaving the three individuals alone again. Keirn've folded up his glass pad then stood. "I have information to disperse to the fleets so they are prepared for the coming battle. If you gentlemen will excuse me. Highness. Admiral."

Keirn've left the room now leaving Gaf'ton alone with Adama. "It won't take Admiral Trife long to gather his full fleet. How quickly can you gather a small force to help in the attack? The rest of your forces will report here for rearming and repairs."

ND’s lease

Commander Shaw listened to his words. “Most remarkable, that kind of ability must be very useful in saving fuel and materials. I am sure that will be quite valuable in the battles to come.” she remarked, as she stood there saying nothing. Commander Shaw just watched Tsing, and Tigh continue their dick waving contest on who can drink the most. She thought to herself, “How unprofessional, it is quite a disgrace to the uniform.” but she could not help but notice, that the Dornalians were enjoying his company. Maybe they saw something familiar of themselves in Colonel Tigh. “I guess even brazen behavior can have it’s uses.” she thought to herself.

Colonel Tigh took down another shot. “Gods damn it.” he replied, “Where in the frak did you get this you son of a bitch.” he said as he smiled to Tsing. “This is good shit.” he said as he took down another shot. Commander Shaw almost cracked a smile at Colonel Tigh’s remark, as she spoke up. “When can we expect to begin to re-outfit the remnant fleet, sir?” she asked the now slightly intoxicated Tsing.

(OOC: Sorry for the delay in this post.)

Tsing said to Tigh, "Hold on one moment," holding up an index finger. Turning up to look at Shaw, Tsing noticed he was definetly getting a little buzzed but he could still feel his way around the diplomacy game. He then put on a serious expression, though it wavered a little, and said, "Right, about that. There's plenty more we can give you, but for now we can begin upgrading you whenever you're ready. I can just send in the invoice through Mr. Kwok here"--he pointed to the Civilian now watching an old copy of Akira Kurosawa's Seven Samurai--"And he'll send it back to the Thirteenth Colony for the appropriate processing and shipment, I'll also tell my superiors too and get their go-ahead for further shipments. All we need is an address to send them to. As you guys qualify as a Movement of National Liberation, the usual cash-or-collateral requirements are waived."

He then pulled out four shot glasses and said, turning to Colonel Tigh with a laugh, "Replicated booze works, but I find its best to bring a supply of the real thing. This happens to be the real thing, fine whiskey distilled fresh from the Yamazaki Distillery on the Thirteenth Colony, a little place called Japan. That's where I got this stuff from, I got it on a trip there. Wonderful place, excellent skiing in the winter and some of the most interesting people and things you'll ever see."

He then filled the four shot glasses in a row, and said, handing two to Tigh and raising his two in hand, slightly intoxicated and filled with bravado "A toast."

Standing up, he then proclaimed, "May the Alliance between the Twelve Colonies and the Workers' State be fruitful, and produce not only a win-win situation for us, but a living nightmare for Admiral Cain, the biggest **** in the universe!"

He then concluded with: "L'chaim!" before drinking his whiskys down.

Moments went by, as the door reopened. Adama, walked in his hands clamped down on each other. Nothing was much of a surprise to him at the moment, as he watched Colonel Tigh, holding his own in a drinking match with Tsing.

His gaze turned to Commander Shaw, who was too busy flipping through the provided technical details of the gracious purposal offered by the thirteenth colony.

“Commander.” Adama said, as Commander Shaw quickly gazed up to her Admiral.

“Yes Sir.” she replied, quickly saluting the old man in front of her.

“I need you to take Pegasus, and return to the fleet. You mission will be to assemble a task force, to prepare for a planetary invasion.”

Commander Shaw looked to Adama slightly confused. “Sir?”

“The cylons have set up operations near the colonies, and they need to be taken care of. Assume heavy resistance in your selection of ships, and meet back here in five hours.” he replied coldly.

“Sir yes sir.” she replied. Commander Shaw turned to Tsing. “If I may, can I take these schematics with me, to study further?” she asked of Tsing.

(After the response either she leaves the folder or takes it with her depending on ND)

Commander Shaw exits the room, heading back to her battlestar. Soon, the battle will begin.

Moments went by, as the door reopened. Adama, walked in his hands clamped down on each other. Nothing was much of a surprise to him at the moment, as he watched Colonel Tigh, holding his own in a drinking match with Tsing.

His gaze turned to Commander Shaw, who was too busy flipping through the provided technical details of the gracious purposal offered by the thirteenth colony.

“Commander.” Adama said, as Commander Shaw quickly gazed up to her Admiral.

“Yes Sir.” she replied, quickly saluting the old man in front of her.

“I need you to take Pegasus, and return to the fleet. You mission will be to assemble a task force, to prepare for a planetary invasion.”

Commander Shaw looked to Adama slightly confused. “Sir?”

“The cylons have set up operations near the colonies, and they need to be taken care of. Assume heavy resistance in your selection of ships, and meet back here in five hours.” he replied coldly.

“Sir yes sir.” she replied. Commander Shaw turned to Tsing. “If I may, can I take these schematics with me, to study further?” she asked of Tsing.

(After the response either she leaves the folder or takes it with her depending on ND)

Commander Shaw exits the room, heading back to her battlestar. Soon, the battle will begin.

Tsing turned to Mr. Kwok, saying, "Whaddya think, Mr. Kwok? Think she can take the scans with her?" Tsing had no reason to be suspicious really, of any of them. But Tsing knew Mr. Kwok was notoriously gnomish when it came to guarding information. Even when stone drunk, he wouldn't reveal what the stats of a Demolisher Gun were.

Kwok looked up and said, in a stern English/Cantonese mix, "Zong ngong so! Who knows what these gwei lo will do with the data! She will leave it here, or we will have no deal." Tsing sighed at that moment, and replied, "Mr. Kwok. Please. I'm sure these people are okay. There is no cause for alarm. Besides, we got them to sign the Non-Disclosure Agreement." Kwok leaned back, smoking his cigar. He then thought for a moment, and then Kwok picked up a phone. Making a few phone calls in Spanish, he hung up, and a Catgirl then entered the room, wearing a Jensen Design Bureau badge. Kwok then said, "Okay. But you will get a Liasion to answer questions. Say hello to Jenny."

Gaf'ton entered the room soon after Adama did. Much of the details had already been covered and Admiral Trife would soon be reporting to this very station for further instructions. Once everything had been assembled, the first blow would be struck and they would all walk the long road to a destination that was uncertain at the moment.

Still, the old Abriel had no intentions of letting anything get out of hand. He was confident that their plans would go over well in the long run. "Your president will eventually need to be informed about all this. It would not be practical if she were to recall your forces if she heard about this engagement and did not agree withit."

Tsing turned to Admiral Adama, and put down the alcohol. Overhearing the fact the Colonials were going to go on patrol soon when they got back into the room, he then said, "Would you like to get kitted out with the new equipment, Admiral, for your job? With your permission, of course. It wouldn't take too long, of course. We've got the supplies on site, some surplus from the Mao Zedong program. Hell, we'll even help out."

“You want me to bring a civilian on board a Battlestar?” Kendra Shaw replied, as she turned her head towards Admiral Adama.

Adama slowly nodded to Commander Shaw, as her face became more stern. “Ok then, but you will have to understand, that it is a Colonial Vessel. She is more than welcome to baby sit, and she will be given basic clearance onboard the Pegasus, but she is given a direct order, and does not follow through, then she will be subject to colonial justice. Assuming the situation arises in battle, the penalty can be quite harsh.” Commander Shaw continued.

As she finished, Admiral Adama turned to the Gaf’ton. He began to speak, his rough voice could be hard clearly, “Gaf’ton, the President understands the situation. We have come to terms, and she understands that the direction of the military is solely my responsibility. The president will not over ride such a decision, but as you wish, I will have her notified.”

Adama turned to Commander Shaw, “When you reach Pegasus, contact the President at White Diamond. Inform her of the situation and tell her we are going to proceed with the mission at hand.”

Commander Shaw turned to the Admiral and saluted. “Yes sir.”

Adama then turned to Colonel Tigh. “Saul, lets go. I will have Galactica in your docks within the hour.” The three colonials, and the cat lady walked out of the station, and went to their prospective ships.

Twenty minutes later, Galactica’s engines began to fire up, as the mammoth vessel, began to dock with the Abh station.

“You want me to bring a civilian on board a Battlestar?” Kendra Shaw replied, as she turned her head towards Admiral Adama.

Adama slowly nodded to Commander Shaw, as her face became more stern. “Ok then, but you will have to understand, that it is a Colonial Vessel. She is more than welcome to baby sit, and she will be given basic clearance onboard the Pegasus, but she is given a direct order, and does not follow through, then she will be subject to colonial justice. Assuming the situation arises in battle, the penalty can be quite harsh.” Commander Shaw continued.

Kwok then said, keeping a stern tone in return, "Gao la..... (OOC: "ENOUGH!" in Cantonese)She will follow your orders, I will make sure of that." He then turned to Jenny, saying, "Do you understand? No trouble!"

Jenny nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. Kwok," in a quiet, almost whispering voice. Leaving with the Commander and the rest of the Colonials, she said in that same voice, "I look forward to answering your questions, Commander Shaw. I also have some military experience, should I be called upon to perform a task."

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Meanwhile, Tsing picked up the phone and made the right phone calls to Los Angeles. Before long, the ball would get rolling, and the Colonials would get their guns....

As the Galactica entered the station, mechanical arms grappled onto the ship to help guide it into port. A protective shield fell around inner port as a protection in the event than anything went wrong with a reactor core or a magazine compartment. It was designed to prevent the entire station from being destroyed with one accident.

The process of refitting the first ship was going to take a little bit longer than the rest as the foundation for the remaining Colonial fleet had to be laid in the repairs to armor, weaponry and ship engines. Since the Colonials were hesitant about any computer system, the innards of the ships would be left alone for the most part.

OOC: Let me know what we're doing to your ships when you get a chance. Sucky post I know but that's what I got for the moment.

Commander Shaw and the Kitty walked down the hallway to the Raptor. The Kitty could sense Commander Shaw was not happy at the idea not at all. Silence, except the sound of their footsteps, and the hum of the machines filled the air. They walked side by side, worlds apart, yet together.

“Here are the rules, since you have been assigned to babysit.” Commander Shaw replied, with her thick Caprican accent. You will be at my side the entire time, you are not authorized to be anywhere that either I or these documents are not.” she said as she looked straight forward. When you are not at my side, you must be at the head, the mess, or in your quarters. Am I clear?” she orders the kitty.

Kendra paused for another moment. “When we go into battle, one thing is clear, the word of your commander is the only thing you will obey. Any hesitation, any at all, any actions that you do to put my crew in harm’s way, and I will personally send you to the big litter box in the sky. I want to be crystal clear on what you are signing up for and if you want to back out now, you have your chance. Otherwise you have your orders.” Commander Shaw states.

Moments later, they board the raptor

Several hours later:

Ten flashes of light appeared in the backdrop of space. Nine Mercury Class Battlestars, The Pegasus, Triton, Athena, Leviathon, Siren's Call, Galaxia, Atlantia, Columbia, and Reah. The ships glimmered in the distant sun as the lightwaves sparkled against the hull. The last ship, more infamous than famous appeared, The Battlestar Hera.

The last ship was an odd choice. The upper portions of the vessel as well as the lower sections looked like a cylon baseship, yet in the center housed what looked to be a mercury class Battlestar. Considering the heavy reliance on modern cylon technology, it was a wonder why the ship was chosen for the mission. The ship, most famous for annihilating the planet Asfaltum, in a complete planetary barrage, floated near the station.

Commander Shaw waited at the CIC, with her new pet beside her. The kitty, waited silently in the CIC, as Commander Shaw walked over to the Draidus officer. “Fleet report?” she ordered.

“Sir, all ships accounted for, and Galactica is waiting for us at the shipyard.”

Commander Shaw looked up to the Draidus, and turned to her com officer. “Please inform the Abh that we are ready for the new re-fit.”

“Sir yes sir.” he responded, as the hail went out, asking for permission to dock and begin refit.

(Sorry for the crappy post, I really am just got busy and did not want to leave it hanging.)

"Your Highness, the Colonials are ready to for their ships to enter the station and begin refitt."

Gaf'ton looked over to the watch. "How many ships?"

"Ten, Majesty."

It wasn't a great number so the station would be able to accomodate all of them at once which would greatly speed up the process. "Very good. Assign each ship a docking bay and inform the captains that they may enter when they are ready. I want this section of the station sealed off with no one allowed to come or go without proper clearance."

"Yes your Highness."

Holographic flight paths were lit up for the Colonial ships to help guide them into space dock. Once they were inside, crews would start going to work on the assigned modifications. It looked to be a hectic day for everyone involved.

The "everyone involved" would include the Dornalians. Tsing's call led to a scrounging of spare parts from both the Dornalian stocks at the Lease and the scouring of stocks back in the Workers State. The result, before long, was a shipment of weapons arriving within the hour, the parts kept in storage at Military Reservations around the State.

The parts from the Lease were then taken with Dornalian engineers as soon as possible to the portion of the Yard where the Colonials were. There weren't many bits from the Lease, as many were reserved from the Mao Zedong Mark IV ships.

Most of the shipments would come with the next shipment of parts to "Vob" as it was called. Three large ships arrived at Vobayrunyay with the usual deliveries, carrying Export Model parts that the Colonials would need for their war effort. They then hailed the Abh authorities, saying, "Attention Vobayrunyay control this is NDPNS Kuro Maru, registered to the Jensen Design Bureau out of Earth. We come bearing equipment for the Colonials. Please let us through with the rest of the deliveries. We are sending a verification code now for authenticity."

The shipments from the New Dornalians were promptly authorized to begin docking procedures with the massive station. Once all the parts were finally delivered and in circulation with the workers, it wouldn't take Vobayrunay long to crank out the new modifications and repairs to the Colonial ships.

A half an hour at the most was what Gaf'ton had figured the entire process would take. He figured about halfway through it, Admiral Trife's flag ship would be arriving soon with the entire 3rd fleet behind him.

The shipments from the New Dornalians were promptly authorized to begin docking procedures with the massive station. Once all the parts were finally delivered and in circulation with the workers, it wouldn't take Vobayrunay long to crank out the new modifications and repairs to the Colonial ships.

A half an hour at the most was what Gaf'ton had figured the entire process would take. He figured about halfway through it, Admiral Trife's flag ship would be arriving soon with the entire 3rd fleet behind him.

OOC: If not cool, I can delete this.

IC;

Notably, it wouldn't take long for the Dornalians to assist in wiring them up to Colonial systems and instructing the Colonials on their proper use. They didn't have anything as sophisticated as Gracie running their vessels, but thankfully, Dornalian technology was built to be rugged and easily adaptable to a variety of control systems.

The first of the new Colonial warships now rolled off the line from Vobayrunay. Outer hulls of armor were peeled away by mechanical arms then set aside to be reused. Not a piece of metal would be wasted in this fascility.

With the skeleton of the former glorious battlestars sitting in dry dock, a new skin was rolled out. The tough crystaline mesh armor that was used on the Victory class destroyers was now molded to fit the improved battlestars. Now they would be more resiliant to energy attacks and able to take an even greater beating than before.

Along with the improvements came the changing of nuclear warheads to anti-matter warheads. Abh anti-matter blast ratios were great enough that substituting even small anti-matter warheads for the larger nuclear ones, would provide the Colonials with a greater punch. Dornalian upgrades were instilled as well and would make a nice round package for the new remnant fleet.

With these upgrades in place, the great naval station could "remember" how the battlestars were pieced together and roll through the next line of ships even quicker making refitting time cut in half.

Sorry for the delays, I will have a post up this weekend.

(OOC: Forgive me I am not good at writing battles)

As the repairs and refit finished, in record time the ten battlestars stood on the line as the Abh fleet approached. The ships glistened in the light from the distanct sun. The plan was simple, the Colonial Battlestars would jump in and engage the older cylon baseships, while the Abh turned and would focus on the planet, as well as surprise the cylon ships. Victory was almost assured, as the Battlestars sent the signal to the Abh fleet. "The mission is a go." WIth the transmission the ten battlestars vanished in a white light, only to appear over the ice planet.

Admiral Trife stood aboard the bridge of the Keldeij along with his trusted chief of staff, major Kayhule. One of the most notorious Admirals the Abh Empire had, Trife had the reputation of being a ruthless commander in battle with a love to fight. Unfortunately he had the annoying habit of only wanting to fight when the odds were in his favor. Lucky for him, his own forces greatly outnumbered the expected Cylon numbers.

There was only one other Admiral in Star Forces that had a worse reputation and that would be Admiral Spoor. She was ruthless, and as the Colonials would find out, loved the thrill of battle regardless of the odds. Spoor was as close as the Abh came to being reckless.

But now, gathered behind Trife's own flagship numbered nearly a thousand Abh vessels that had mobilized for war. It was the first time a full fleet had been assembled for war in many years. "Well this is certainly an impressive list of commanders and ships."

Trife's exaggerated canines gave him the look of a wolf everytime he smiled. Being on the predicted winning side always did making him happy. Major Kayhule on the other hand always had the look of needing a nap as his eyes always drooped. "We are looking at a 98% chance for victory in space over the planet while those chances drop to around 80% on the ground. However, our calculations will be recalculated once we arrive at the system."

Trife never did like any percentage of uncertainty and the last remark was thrown for his benefit by the major. "I take it we have a fresh battallion of the Imperial Admiral's Imperial Marines on transporters along with all the necessary equipment?"

"That is correct. While Captain Estas is away on Galactic Federation business with the original troops, a second in command has been appointed to this unit."

Trife frowned slightly. "We are not expecting to run into any Chronosian troops, so why bring along the marines? Why not just use the Abh clone troops or have the D'Harans handle this battle?"

"I suppose his excellency would like the Imperial Marines to get as much experience as possible before they get thrown into a greater conflict. Often it is the side with the most experience that wins the battle."

The Abh admiral waved a hand dismissively at the mounting lecture. "Fine, fine. Are all munitions and equipment accounted for?"

Kayhule read over the manifests quickly and everything checked out in the blue. "Looks like everything is ready for the battle."

A fanged grin appeared again as Trife drew his command saber in a quick flourish. "Then lets take the fight to the enemy. All ships, enter Hyperspace!"

Multiple vortexes opened up as Abh ships that were able opened up the portal into the dimension of Hyperspace. The plan was to meet the Colonial fleet on the other side and sweep the Cylons aside with the intentions of not letting any get away.

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While Admiral Trife and his fleet left the system, a new signature entered around the same time. A lone gunstar exited the sord near Vobayrunay and asked the control tower for permission to dock.

It was quickly granted and the heavy fighter disappeared inside.

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“And they came, the angels and demons, the Colonials and the Abh. One wanted revenge for the sins of the past, while the other desired redemption. They both come to seek my demise, and the demise of my children. They will come, but they are misguided. The enemy they seek is not outside but within.” The old man said, as he looked up to the ceiling.

He watched the old fans rotating, left to right.

“They come to seek the crimes of another, long lost to the light. They come to finalize that which they choose to lose. Soon, my existence will come to a close, only to begin anew in ways yet uncertain. What has happened before will happen again” The man then spoke.

“From their hate will come hate. From their sacrifices will become pain. From their lust for unity shall come division. From their desire to save, they shall only find destruction.” the man said as the ship he is in rocked.

Outside the ship, Battlestars floated in space, as their guns blazed through the void towards the Older cylon base ships. Vipers danced across the stars, as Raiders and Vipers engaged each other in close combat.

Hundreds of missiles streaked through the stars, towards the mighty battlestars, as the Point defense cannons blazed back. Metal vs. Missile tore through the heavens, as small points of light could be seen in the distance, between the two.

The cannons blazed, from the ten battlestars, as the ten base ships fought back with all their fury.

Battlestar Pegasus
CIC.

The Cat girl stood next to Commander Shaw, as the Pegasus rocked from a stray missile that got through.

“Turn the ship, 78 degrees, and target the nearest base ship with the bow cannons.” Commander Shaw ordered.

“Aye sir. All ahead full, turning 78 degrees.” an off screen lieutenant replied.

“Bow up, fourteen degrees, tell all main batteries to begin open fire with salvo.” Commander Shaw ordered, as the Pegasus began to shake again.

“Sir.” one of the officers yelled.

“We are reading new draidus contacts.” he yelled.

“Is it the Abh?” Commander Shaw asked.

“No sir, they are smaller and emerging from the planet. Looks like...” he paused for a moment.

“Sir, We are reading over Five Hundred Raider squadrons on intercept course.” he yelled.

“Lords.” Commander Shaw said as she looked down. “Ok order squadrons red and blue to begin to intercept.” she replied.

“Sir even with these upgrades they will be blown away.” the man said.

“Do it!” Shaw ordered. “Prepare suppression fire on the port side, full spread.

As she spoke, a light appeared over Draidus. “Sir radiation alarms have activated... They are carrying Nukes.”

Commander Shaw just watched the screen as the raiders began to launch their ordances at the Colonial Battlestars in orbit.

“Sir... Your orders...” she replied.

As she began to speak, the communications officer jumped up. “Sir message coming from the flag...”

“What does it say?”

Galactica Actual to fleet, Nuclear weapons are authorized, prepare for combat jump and to release nuclear warheads on base ships.

Commander Shaw sighed, “You heard the orders prepare jump drive, and arm all missile tubes with nuclear ordnance.

“Thirty seconds to Impact...”

( I do not have a lot of experience writing battles. Any pointers would be appreciated)

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The Abh fleet under Admiral Trife's command waited orders in Hyperspace. They had arrived near the ice planet shortly after the Colonials had. Now he simply waited for the time to be right before springing the trap. Tactical readouts were displayed by the second on a holographic battle map on the command deck. Ever Trife's calming counterpart, Major Kayhule was present at the command bridge analyzing the details of the developing battle.

Trife scratched at his chin for a moment. "It appears there are more of those fighters than was expected."

Sleepy eyed Kayhule simply shrugged. "We have more than enough attack vessels to deal with the problem. We don't even need to commit all the fleet to secure the planet as lightly guarded as it seems to be."

Trife hated surprises in battle and even more fighter numbers than expected ruined his day. "What do you suggest then?"

"I suggest sending in the attack vessels to deal with the fighters and all Victory class destroyers. For heavy support, advance the two Paryunu destroyers. They can handle anything that might get by and at the same time secure the orbit over the planet."

The Abh admiral thought on this advice for a moment. He was slow to accept. "If we send in the attack vessels, but they are cannot handle the job then we can send in the Whitestars. The Victories should be able to manage any Cylon vessel with the support of the Paryunu's but we can always bring in the Shadow cruisers if needed. Alright, the strategy seems sound. Move half the fleet into normal space."

While Cylons advanced on the Colonial position far from the planet, hyperspace gates opened up between the Cylons and the planet cutting them off. The Cylons were now hemmed in between the Colonials and the Abh. Darting from the main formation of the Abh lines came the Roil class attack vessels. They were essentially a large cannon strapped to three powerful rockets. Larger than fighters, these ships were used everywhere on the Abh battelfield for missle defense as well as taking on lighter craft like fighters on light attack craft. Two laser cannons accompanied the main anti-proton cannon for laser defense allowing it to be a fast mover but also able to defend itself.

Behind them loomed the twenty VCDs ready to train their lasers on anything that got close. Dwarfing even the Victory class destroyers were the two mammoth Paryunus that measured over 4.6 kilometers apiece. Graviton cannons swivelled to train on both the planet and the Cylons in the far distance. They were ready to strike at both the planet and their enemies.

Raiders ascended from the planet, in the multitude of thousands of individual fighters, as the base ships and the battle stars filled the void with metal, and cannons, and missiles. Missiles fired continuously, as the ten battlestars jumped in a flash of light. They soon reappeared on the other side of the the baseships, placing the base ships in between themselves and the planet.

The Jump did not pay off though, as the missiles from the other side of the hour glass shaped base ships began to streak towards the now moved targets.

Onboard the base ship, the metallic robots moved furiously pushing buttons on different control panels. As the silver clad droids worked, one cylon, one plated in gold stood in the center of the cylon CiC.

“Colonial Fleet has moved to sector 12, 64, -98"

The gold clad machine did not move as it issued it’s orders.

“Acknowledged. Target the Battlestar Galactica. Galactica is the primary target. All base ships open fire.” the gold cylon ordered.

The other cylons in the room began to speak in unison.... “By your command!”

The missile tubes armed, as the ten base ships fired. Hundreds of missiles launched from the base ships, as the main bulk of the Raider squadrons from the base ships, began to break off their targets. Their flat wing design, turned maneuvering at high speed, towards the galactica.

“Target sighted. Preparing for strike” one of the cylon centurions stated.

“Commence the destruction of the Battlestar Galactica.” the gold cylon ordered

“By your command”

With a few words, the missiles from the raiders and the baseship swarmed the Galactica.

On board Battlestar Pegasus.

Commander Shaw watched in silence as the battle began to play out. She lowered her head for a moment, as she listened to the chatter coming over from the speakers.

“Break right, break right. I got lock taking the shot. I got toaster on my six, get it off.... static...”

Commander Shaw lowered her gaze at the planning table. As she did the lighs flickered on and off as the ship shook. “Order guns Alpha through echo full salvo fire.” she said confidently, “Maintain PD on the raiders and the missiles.” Commander Shaw ordered, as she watched one of the enlisted men pushing one of the model cylon ships into a new position.

“Sir, Inbound radiological alarms, heading for Galactica.”

Commander Shaw looked up quickly. “My Gods,” She exclaimed, as she put her hand up to her mouth. She then turned to the weapons control officer. “Shoot those birds down now.” Commander Shaw ordered. “Get the squadrons there double time!” she shouted in concern as she gazed back up to the draidus...

“Sir new draidus contacts, reading twenty two new ships.” the enlisted man yelled.

“Who is it?” she asked as the Pegasus shook once more from the enemy fire.

“It is the Abh.” he exclaimed.

Commander Shaw slapped the table, and smiled for a moment as relief over came her. “About damn time.” she replied “Inform the Abh that we have inbound Raiders from the planet, and that we could really use their help in dealing with them.” She replied, as he reached up and unbuttoned the top button of her uniform. “Now to deal with the toasters.” she said with resolve and confidence.

Cylon Base ship..

“New Target acquired.” one of the silver cylons stated, “Unknown designation.”

The Gold clad cylon turned to the one that spoke. His red eye pulsed back and forth, as the machine responded. “Send the planetary raiders to deal with them, maintain firing solutions.”

“By Your Command”

As the Abh ships emerged from hyperspace, they were met with a warm greeting. Streaks of blue tracer fire, and nuclear missiles streaked from the total of 2,500 raiders ascending from the planet. As the Abh watched and waited, missile batteries from the ground began to fire in rapid succession towards the newer ships, blazing the sky towards their target.

(hope this is better than my last battle post. Again feel free to offer advice)

In all wars and thus battles, events change the original anticipated course. Today would be no different for Admiral Trife as there were now over 2,500 confirmed targets heading for the vastly smaller number of Abh ships. Despite his predictable habit and the predictament of the small detachment, Trife left the formation as was.

Major Kayhule raised a brow slightly. "You're not going to order more ships in?"

Trife crossed his arms for a moment and humphed. "3,000 fighters do not frighten me nor do a few nuclear warheads. Have the destroyers launch their fighters to eliminate the problem. Establish a perimeter than push the Cylon fighters back and destroy them. With the support of our destroyers, they should prove no problem."

"Alright...but the Cylons will have the support of their ground defenses as well. What do you intend to do about that?" It wasn't that Major Kayhule believed Trife to be a fool, he simply sought to make sure Admiral Trife's brash side never came out in the middle of a battle.

"Do I really have to explain everything to you Major? Bomb the planet's surface. The Paryunu's will take the brunt of the attack so have the Victories use their missles to begin bombing the planetary defenses."

Only one matter remained to be addressed which was a fairly new development. "What do you intend to do with the Colonials? They are asking for support."

"Our attack vessels aren't doing much at the moment. Send them over as support."

"Very well Admiral."

On the battlefield, Admiral Trife's orders were distributed through the fleeet as communication pods moved from ship to ship in quick succession. The behemoth Paryunu destroyers loomed over the planet in all their might even as the Cylon raiders came crashing in with nuclear missles and smaller kinetics.

Rear-admiral Sobach had been assigned to Trife's fleet for this particular mission which was no surprise to her as their Paryunu's were thrown into the battle immediately.

"Ma'am, incoming contacts. Reading multiple fighters and missles."

Sobach shifted her weight in her chair while studying the tactical map plastered up on the far wall. "Bring us about. Give the Raiders our broadside."

"Aye ma'am. Bringing the ship about."

"Defense system at full power. From the intelligence report, these Cylons do not use energy weapons so forgo the EA field. Standard shielding only."

"Shields up at maximum. Defense grid coming online now and acquiring targets."

Sobach gave the next command a moment as signals changed from fighters to incoming missles. "Defense grid on full dispersion pattern. I don't want anything getting through on this first pass. Interceptors on full auto."

The two Paryunu's came to life in a furry of flak, laser turrets, and interceptor rounds targeting missles and any Raiders that wandered too close to the destroyers. Explosion after explosion lit up space as missles met shrapnel or a laser beam. A solid defense that had stopped almost everything being thrown at them, something they could have been proud of until three nuclear rounds slammed into the two Paryunu's. Two of which hit against Sobach's ship.

Surprisingly, the impact of two nuclear weapons was not alarming to her though to her young chief of staff, it was a new sensation. Being Abh and plugged into the ship and all. "Relax Chief. What's the damage report?"

Her chief of staff gulped down a bit of air then started his report. "Multiple breaches along the hull with Graviton cannons 43 thru 49 are damaged or destroyed. Torpedo tubes 12 thru 20 are down until repairs can be made. There are pressure leaks in several compartmens."

"Seal off those sections of the ship. Order crews to sections of the ship that are damaged to work on fixing the pressure leaks. Patch up the ship first then get to work on the weapon ports that are damaged."

"Aye ma'am."

Sobach twisted in her seat. "Communications."

"Yes ma'am."

"A message to the Victory Destroyers. Have them launch all fighters and begin missle bombardment of planetary defensive targets. Have them stay back though. They don't need to get caught in the middle of all this."

"Aye ma'am. Message away."

The Victory Destroyers that had been sitting silently opened their hangar bay doors and deposited a load of Thunderbolt Starfurry fighters. As they funnelled forward, it put the fighter odds at 2-1 in favor of the Cylons but that was good enough odds for the Abh in this case. Thunderbolts kicked the afterburners on and headed for the head of the column carrying tactical nuclear missles and rail cannons located at the nose of the fighter. Wasting no time, they dove into the furry as the defensive fire from the Paryunu's subsided.

Missle bay doors also started popping open as the Victory Destroyers started logging the location of defensive turrets into their warheads. Once enough of the Cylon raiders were occupied with the Abh fighters, they would start sending missles towards the surface of the planet on top of the missle defense turrets.

On the otherside of the battlefield, the Roil-class attack vessels received their orders as well. Two hundred of the light craft formed up and headed towards the Colonial position.

"This is the Cidroil. All attack vessels, form up! We'll cross the battlefield in 20 seconds and reinforce the Colonials. Cut your patterns back to half squadrons but watch the basestars. Worry about the missles and Cylon raiders while the Colonials deal with the larger ships. Secondary missions will be in assisting the retreat of any damaged Colonial vessel. Our primary objective is to screen them from missles and fighters. Any questions?"

There was a blank transmission back to the bridge of the Cidroil. "Good. All vessels, charge!"

Two hundred attack vessels kicked it into high gear and headed out across the battelfield to reinforce the Colonial position and take some of the heat off them. It would only take them twenty seconds to close the gap. Safety locks on the anti-proton cannons were removed and heated up as they broke off into groups of four in a standard diamond formation.

Covering all sides, the Abh broke from on high to head down into the fight firing large yellow anti-proton plasma.

Metal twisted and contorted, as the Abh weapons struck out against the cylon raiders and base ships. Fighters imploded on itself, as they launched their attacks on the Abh ships. Missiles continued to streak the void of space, as the blue tracer fire, with over tow hundred armor piercing rounds in between the rapid fire rounds fired at the Abh ships.

As the cylons continued to fight without fear, the fighters from the planet began to dwindle down.

On the other side of the fight, Galactica was taking a beating, as the ten base ships continued to fire everything they had at the old battle star. The field around her, upgraded by the thirteenth colony and the Abh, faded, as her hull began to take a beating. Her starboard flight pod burned with the fire and hatred of the cylons, for the ship that had been hunting them for over seventy years now.

As the cylon missiles fired and the raiders concentrated on the Galactica the other nine battle stars continued to pound away at the cylon base ships. Vipers rolled and engaged the raiders slowly dwindling their numbers, as cannons of the battle stars blew away parts of the saucer shaped base stars. The battle it would seem would not last too long.

(OOC: Been sick, sorry for the bad post, but it moves the story along in terms of damage in space. Next post will have more character interaction)

Fighters turned in balls of fire as they were taken down by Cylon Raiders and defensive fire from the planet below. Regardless of the losses accumulating on the small craft front, Rear-admiral Sobach was pleased at the results as was Admiral Trife who was monitoring the continuous situation from Hyperspace. Sobach's destroyer had received some damage from the number of rounds pumped into her vessel by the Raiders and nuclear missles impacting against the Paryunu's armor but she had received the worst of the damage and still able to fight on.

The sister Paryunu faired in much better condition with only minimal scarring and a bit of radiation damage. Sobach studied her tactical map for a brief moment to take in the layout of the remaining fleet. "Weapons officer."

"Yes ma'am?"

"We have Imperial Marines from his highness that need to get planetside to do some good. Unfortunately there is an annoying planetary defense system blocking our path. Remove them for me please."

The weapons officer wore a small smile as he toggled through the ship's weapon systems. "Graviton cannons targeting weapon systems. And firing."

The battle raged, as fire erupted from Galactica’s armor. The ship, that had served the Colonies since the first cylon war, fought in every engagement against the cylons laid at their mercy. As the other battlestars and Abh vessels fired in the distance, as metal burned off the first cylon war era warships, the cylons did all they could to take out the symbol of the Colonies.

Their fighters now outnumbered and outgunned, by the Abh and newer Colonial Vipers streaked at them, with tracer fire and shells. It was only a matter of time, before the cylons would lose, however they were trying their best to kill the Galactica.

The ship shook as more missiles slammed into her. Her Gatalin guns then fell silent, as her main batteries laid broken. There was not much left of her.

Then the Abh and began to fire, their lasers tearing apart the base ships. The Colonial guns from Pegasus, and the other battlestars burned into their hulls, as nuclear explosions detonated against the base ships hulls. Galactica laid broken but not destroyed, and the base ships vanished into debris under the anti matter and nuclear barrage.

The Battle above the Ice planet was won, only the ground remained.

Admiral Trife and Major Kayhule studied the tactical maps as the close of the battle unfolded. They watched silently as the last of the Cylon ships were erased from existance. All that was left were the remaining ships of the Colonial and Abh fleets. Trife stood a little taller to stretch his back then let out a sigh.

"Status report."

Kayhule punched a few buttons near the map to cycle through the tactical data until he found a list of ships at the battle and their current situation. "It looks as if we made off with minimal casualties. Several ships have been damaged including the two Paryunus over the planet. Otherwise we look to be in good shape."

"Well done. Begin next phase of the battle."

The chief of staff cleared his throat to interject. "One moment Admiral."

"What is it Major?"

"I would like to point out that a number of Colonial ships are severely damaged. If we were to encounter a counter-strike, many of their ships would be lost. We hold the space over the planet so there is no reason for them to be here any longer."

Trife rubbed the bridge of his nose hating that Major Kayhule always felt the need to spell matters out for him. "I am already aware of thier situation Major. Inform the Colonial fleet that their damaged vessels may return to Vobayrunay for repairs."

"Yes sir."

Commander Shaw of the Pegasus,

Congratulations on the victory over the planet. We have assessed the situation of many of your ships and have taken note of severe damage on several ships. You may order damaged ships back to Vobayrunay for repairs at your leisure. We will make up for the difference in naval power should the Cylons strike again.

Keldeij out.

A tear in the fabric of normal space opened wide as the flagship Keldeij glided into formation alongside the Abh ships already present in the system. The view of the planet came online through a massive holographic screen at the head of the bridge. Tactical data was already streaming through the system to show ground targets and defenses. Being an Abh, this was the unpleasant part of fighting a battle. Every instinct in his body told him to just destroy the planet and be done with it.

But orders were orders and this was to become a fortress world of sorts so that Colonials may be able to retake their homes soon. It would be needed for that day. "Contact the commander of this Imperial Marine unit for me."

"Aye sir."

A second screen unfolded into existance which flared to life with the face of the Imperial Commander.

"Commander Bastion of the Empreror's Marines reporting as ordered."

Trife appraised the face of the bald marine while the rest of his body was fully encased the thick armor of the Imperial Marines with the eight-headed dragon emblem of the Empire emblazened on his chest. Looked like the typical fanatic that was being recruited.

"Commander, we have cleared a hole in the enemy's defenses. I suggest you get to the ground and do the job you were trained for. All tactical data is being uploaded to your data pad."

The human snapped a quick salute. After the image faded, another rip in the fabric of space was created as the transport ships of the Imperial Marines drifted towards the planet. Bay doors for equipment began opening which was followed by a fury of drop ships streaking down towards the planet.

Commander Bastion was on the lead drop ship with a few hand picked marines while the rest behind him were dropships filled with heavy armor followed by a wing of fighters to aid in a quick strike against the enemy stronghold.