NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: If you come into this, i don't want you to make this into a three sided war. Either watch the fireworks or side with the Colonials or Cylons.

IC:
"The Cylons started this. We'll finish it,"said Rear Admiral Matthew Jusion.
"Yes, we are aware of your plans. But we must rebuild our loses,"said President Himito Cansion.
"They attack every day! They are not trying to kill us all at once, they are trying to wear us down until we can't defend ourselves!"
"Admiral! Please, control yourself. Now...I can't let you do much without Senate approval, but as President, I authorise you to follow the Cylons back to their home the next time they attack."
"Yes, Madam President."

The Cylon attacks over the last 3 weeks have left the Fleet with some nasty wounds. Previously new Battlestars now had scars and holes in the hulls. Several Auron Classes had hull tearing and the Derlis Classes hadn't faired much better.

"So someone found our old FLAIs?"
"It appears so, the sensor and other data our spies have gleamed so far supports that view. Probes have also captured this (http://www.tombsofkobol.com/images/bg/bstar03-06mod1.jpg) and this (http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/3900000/Old-Basestar-battlestar-galactica-3997259-1280-1024.jpg)."
"*Sighs*I knew we shouldn't have let them leave, they upgraded yet again."
"Well they are rather far from our systems and we have not heard of these "Colonials" before. Maybe we should let..."
"Let them wipe each other out? If only that was likely to happen. *sigh* We created them we should stop them. Which fleet is closest?"
"Beta."
"Well alert them that they're moving out and tell them their target, I'm sure their admiral will be pleased."

Dismissed the officer shut off the screen and rubbed the scaled ridges on her eyes. The Federation had enough of the FLAIs years ago during the Disuse Revolts and the Federation-Human wars and knew that the coming fight would not be quick nor easy though the FLAIs had to be stopped even if they were only attacking humans at the moment, they would likely look for revenge sooner rather than later and having a few allies wouldn't hurt even human ones...

The Disuse admiral reread his orders, Control had found another violent FLAIs group and Beta Battle Fleet had been ordered to offer assistance to the humans they were attacking some group that called themselves the "Colonials". Adama knew that name sounded similar to something he should know, but he couldn't quite place it. Cracking his knuckles, Adama ordered up the fleet schemes from his personnel console, selecting the captains and officers he knew that had the biggest grudges with the FLAIs yet would still obey any order he would send. His son, his daughter in law, a doctor that had seen his whole life destroyed in the first FLAI revenge attacks on the outerworlds and others. After another dozen names were added he leaned back and called up ship schemes, Galactic had been damaged and had only recently been repaired to its proper standard so it would be his resupplier and possible command ship, Peggie, Citairda, Paah Bakal, and several other Defenders were picked along with a number of the smaller ships. Confident that the group would do he sent their orders, they would meet at the Delta 101 Wormhole and then continue on to this "Colonial" system and try and persuade the FLAIs to leave or destroy them.

Raising from his chair Adama, pressed the button to shut off the console and summon the nearest shuttle. He glanced through the room, the various trophies from his previous battles, the replica of a Earthian shuttle, the coffee machine and all his other personnel effects. The office had been a gift when he had first reached Admiral nearly a dozen years previous at the end of the last major FLAIs-Federation wars, he had used it only sparingly he was generally gone for months at a time doing minor tasks for the Federation and keeping his fighting skills up to date incase the FLAIs ever came back, and now it seemed they very well may and he did not feel up to it. His bones ached, he had to resort to visual enhancements to see what was on the consoles anymore and other minor aches and pains, he pondered if he was to old for front line battles anymore. Pushing those nagging thoughts from his mind he left the office, turned left and began to walk to the nearest hanger were a shuttle would take him to Galactic then to the Delta 101 Wormhole and possibly his final battle with the FLAIs....

As the shuttle rose towards the awaiting Galactic, Adama pondered his enemy, the FLAIs had the intelligent of the Fiduse yet they had been modeled after a human like skeleton structure, the better to work in tight spaces had been the official story, Adama though it was bull then and was still bull yet he couldn't figure out any real reason to model them that way. It had turned out that humans made up the majority of the sentient races in the galaxy but it was unlikely that the researchers knew that all those hundreds of years ago.
"Admiral, if you'd buckle yourself in we are just arriving at the Defender."
Muttering his affirmation, Adama strapped himself in and continued to puzzle out those olden researchers thought process, coming up with a number of possible reason but none fit in with the facts he knew. Switching to a different thought and began to review the information he had learned, Fiduse spies had reported subtle but noticeable to the trained eye changes in the newest FLAIs models, they had become dirtier through the years and slightly taller, the horizontal bar that had been their eyes had morphed into a v shape, Adama wondered if any weapon or tacit changes had taken effect with these new models, hoping not he poped a pill and continued to read on the new reports noting other changes and patterns.
"Admiral we've arrived."
"Thank you, dismissed."
Stepping out of the shuttle, Adama continued to read as he made his way towards the middle of the ship where the bridge was located. Saluting the guards Adama stepped into the control room.
"Status?"
"We're ready to go Admiral."
"Quick, good we don't know how well these "Colonials" are/were holding out. Alert Control and punch in the jump coordinates, its time to kick some FLAIs a$$..."

The Metal Man sat in a char below the Inferious Leader. Around him, A group of Level-II's continued to monitor their ongoing operations, including the "Police Action," and update the IL.

There were several models of Cylon. Some were mechanoid, some organic, but they all shared a common resource: the Resurrection Terminal. Through it, a destroyed unit's consciousness could be downloaded into a new body.

It was an interesting process by which a Cylon rose to be an Inferious Leader. The Standard Bureaucrat was fitted with a particularly powerful positronic brain. When a Level-II wore out, rather than downloading it into a new body, it reverted to a SB and another SB was fitted with a second positronic brain and promoted to LII, as the worn out LII reverted to an SB. When an IL wore out, an SB was chosen and fitted with a third brain, elevating it to an IL.

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OOC: Combines concepts of Original BG novel/reptilian Cylon species with those of both series. In the original series, the reptiles were changed to the CREATORS of the Cylons because tree-huggers didn't want to see future warriors going out and--oh god no!--shooting something living just because they were having a war!
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IC:

They had seen to the Metal Man's creature comforts. As he sat in his chair, there was a power/data feed protruding from the back of the head of what otherwise looked like a rather obese old man. They had patched him in.

"All rather well," the Metal Man said. "According to these calculations, you should have destroyed your adversary within five yahrens. Why do you need me?"

"Because," the IL replied, "killing these people is not primary objective. We would just as soon expend our resources on other, more pressing needs. Therefor, knowing your reputation as a pacifist who can fight, and as a negotiator, we would like for you to contact the Orinons and mediate negotiations, if they can be counciled to do so."

"What, then, is your primary objective?"

"I'm sorry, but I am not currently at liberty to answer that question. Will you consider our request?"

"I will--but I warn you: if you compromise the principles of peace, dignity and respect, I will personally lead the rebellion that overthrows you."

"Acceptable because it is unnecessary."

"In that case, prepare my ship," the cyborg said, pulling the plug from his head. "I'll leave immediately."

At 14:43 the Cylons attacked again. Just a lone Basestar and its Raiders. The Raiders then began to swarm a Battlestar, a smaller Galactica Class. The Battlestar responded by launching its Falconites and moving to circle around the Basestar. There were flashes of light around the battle as 3 other Battlestars in-system jumped to the battle. The Basestar, realising that it wouldn't stand a chance against 4 Battlestars, began spinning up FTL in a desperate attempt to escape. Too late though, the Battlestars were quick to annihilate the Basestar, then turned their attention to the Raiders. The Falconites moved to engage the Raiders, but the Cylon fighters jumped away before they had a chance to fire.

"For fraks sake,"said Admiral Jusion, watching the battle on the screens of his Battlestars, the Atlantis's, CIC.
"At least no one died on our side this time,"said the sensor techy.

The tiny ship appeared--decloaked--just on the edge of their sensor range. 100 meters long and saucer-shaped, its mass was unreasonably large for its size, and something within its hull reflected back any sensor sweep sent at it.

It made no threatening move, however. Instead, it merely hailed the Atlantis and sent a Peaceful Intent message on a carrier wave.

"Oh jeez...Unknown contact....Broadcasting Colonial beacon...Peaceful Intent..."said a sensor techy.
"Great. What next, a frakking green man?"said Jusion, shaking his head.

OOC: Fuck. Shoulda pointed this out. My Cylons are based off the new series Cylons. sorry for not saying that earlier.

OOC:

Shouldn't that have been "Frack. Shoulda pointed this out..."? ;)

Not to worry. I've had an explanation ready all along: there are two "factions" among the Cylons--and a bug in the system prevents them from being completely aware of each other. That's why one set attacks and one sues for peace.

OOC: lol. serves me right for not reading. Anyway, thank you for pointing that out.

Space sparkled as the USS Intrepid, first of her class, dropped out of warp. The Prototype of her Class The Intrepid had been ordered to investigate reports of a conflict, to analyse the situation and make recommendations on wether Starfleet should get involved to restore peace. Due to the nature of the Mission the Intrepid was running at yellow alert, her shields raised but her weapons stood down.

The half dozen or so Defenders jumped in system, the Admiral started to bark out orders asking for status reports, the number of ships that had made the last jump and sensor datas. Nodding at his second in command he poured over the data, thanking Mako that all the ships had survived their close encounter.
"Control really dropped the ball heh Paul?"
"I don't know what they were fraking thinking giving us a heading that dropped so close to a neutron star."
"Nothing like almost getting killed to wake people up and put them on their best."
"Maybe but I'd rather fight the FLAIs any given day than be crushed by a star. Speaking of how many jumps?"
"That was the last one, we've arrived where we first detected them."
Paul looked at the viewscreen.
"Not much here now, which planet were they attacking again?"
"Second one in from the sun, almost garden world. Gravity is to weak to make it fully habitable to the Federation."
"We're not getting any commo or really any traffic from anywhere in the system admiral."
"Hmm, changed tactics again, crafty toasters, whats our long range sensors picking up from that second planet?"
"Low levels of radiation, water vapor and a few other signs of orbital bombardment likely nuclear though can't fully confirm until we travel further in."
"Well take us in, wedge formation keep suppliers and other lightly armed and armored to the center rear and keep the defenders infront time to see if anyone is still there..."

A message came from the tiny craft.

"If you can hear this message, this is the Metal Man, piloting Brain Jar. I carry a message from the Cylon Empire: they wish to negotiate a peaceful resolution to this conflict. They would prefer if I served as mediator. Please respond."

"Cylons?! Target the frakker! Tell him that we aren't talking to any toaster!"shouted Jusion.

All along the Atlantis cannons swung out of their cradles and moved to target the ship that wasn't even a 20th the size of the massive Battlestar. Meanwhile, message was sent back. It was short, to the point, and basicly said that they didn't want to talk to a toaster.

OOC: Quick point of order: My system is a binary system, ie two stars. And i'm gonna assume the planet your talking about is Aqutra. If you need a run down of the planets, here is your ticket ->http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=577469

IC:

Meanwhile, the arriving ships would find themselves staring down a grouping of 7 Battlestars, all Galactica Classes. The 2km Battlestars, and their crews, were jumpy. Even though they could handle inter-Battlestar combat, the smaller Battlestars were somewhat lacking in fighters, which put them at a disadvantage against the Cylons. With the Battlestars were 14 Auron Class frigates, the 600m long ships equally as jumpy as the Battlestars as they were getting hammered by the Cylons, and about 20 Derlis Classes, most of which were blackened and and a few were listing badly, their engines damaged or outright blown apart.

USS Intrepid

"Jesus" The Tactical officer stated bluntly as they watched the battle on the viewscreen.
"Jesus is right" THe Captain commneted "Helm, hold us here for the moment, we're not getting caught int he crossfire"
The Intrepid stayed in postion and watched the conflict.

Brain Jar jumped, vanishing from where she was and reappearing a few hundred meters in front of Atlantis' bridge. Then, before the Battlestar's point-defense weapons could reposition themselves to target her, she jumped again. This time, she appeared between two of the other Battlestars. A third jump put her several hundred kilometers away--within communication range, but far enough away to escape should she be fired on.

She was small and lightly armed, but the little ship's information technology put to shame anything that the Orinons or the Cylons could field against her. This allowed her to outmaneuver them, as she had just demonstrated.

"I am not a toaster," the next message said, "and I hope that you now realize why it would not be in your self-interest to fire on my ship when all I want to do is talk with you. I also hope that you realize now that I do not wish to start a shooting match with you, as I could easily have done. I understand that you've had your share of heartache. I've had my share, too. Let's not add to it."