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 Post subject: Episode 36: "Dissension"
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_________________________________ Episode 36: "Dissension" _________________________________


Oasis – Atmosphere
Day 280
1654 Colonial Universal Time (CUT)

(RaiderX and JDCTexas)

After learning the coordinates where Libra and her fleet were hiding, the cylon taskforce got ready with their usual perfect efficiency. Patrolling Raiders were recalled, the fuel tanks of the Baseships were topped and the FTL-drives were spooled.

Scarcely an hour after the information about the coordinates had reached the cylon fleet, several Baseships and their fighters vanished in several short flashes of light, leaving only their tankers behind, only to reappear in the upper Ionosphere of a planet...a planet that, at first glance, seemed to be the one known as "Caprica", but the coordinates were all wrong.

But the planet was not the only thing in this part of the system...

When the Raider known to the Colonials as Scratch launched from its Mother just seconds after the jump, the electromagnetic field of the planet immediately scrambled most of 'It's DRADIS data. The five Mothers tried to get out of the planets gravity well and they were almost as blind as the ‘children’.

Looking for the promised prey, Scratch then noticed a short blip on its own DRADIS...down below, relatively close to its own position but even lower in the planets atmosphere. Scratch wheeled around and focused the DRADIS scan on the part of the atmosphere where the strange contact had showed up.

And there it was! A medium-sized contact, moving up slowly through the layers of the atmosphere. Then, the contact was gone again.

With a short databurst to its brothers, Scratch broke formation and, with its two packmembers in pursuit, turned towards the contact down in the atmosphere, eager for this elusive prey.

It did not take the three Raiders long to get close enough for the DRADIS to clear up a bit and finally, almost shivering with elation about the coming fight, Scratch got a good look at his prey.

[TARGET IDENTIFICATION: Colonial, Civilian, Passenger Liner]

For a moment, the Raider felt something like disappointment. Only a civilian vessel...but at least it was a sizable one!

By now, the liner had detected the flight of three Raiders coming for it and tried, futilely, to escape.

Using one of the nukes in this part of the atmosphere would be a bad idea; the Raiders would never be fast enough to escape the blast. But Scratch was armed with conventional missiles as well, and so it readied those missiles.

[TARGET ACQUISITION: Missile Lock!]

One after the other, three projectiles were launched from the Raiders starboard weapons bay, ignited and sped towards the unlucky Colonial liner. At this distance, there was nothing that could have been done to evade them, especially not for a liner of this size.

The first missile smashed into one of Pan Galactic 402s main engines, taking out the engine and parts of the surrounding compartments.

Just a blink of an eye later, the second missile flew past the now burning engines and buried itself into the passenger compartments before blowing up. With its back broken like this, the passenger liner started its final descent towards the planet below.

The third missile had been overkill, and Scratch had known, but just not cared. It curved around the burning wreck, seemingly missing PG 402 before it turned back towards it and slammed into the nose of the Liner, taking out what had once been the cockpit and the first class compartments.

Several smaller explosions riddled what was left of the ship before the fuel tanks blew, causing a massive explosion that lit up the Oasian Sky like a second sun. Debris rained down on the planet's surface, a fiery hail that caused numerous wildfires over a large area.

One thing was certain: The Cylons had arrived on Oasis in force…and things would never be the same again.


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"We're in the gravitational well!" Kayla Three spat. "How did we end up so off the mark?!"

"The Heavy Raider that reported back must have had flawed information," Cooper Cavil replied. "Can we switch to atmospheric mode to help get us out of this situation?"

"You see!" Alexa taunted Cepha. "Not even cylons are perfect!"

"Not without ripping the ship apart." Cepha said with some concern and paying little attention to his 'ghost'. "Full power to the engines! We're going to need it to get out of this predicament."

"Which just got worse," the Six in the tight saphire jumpsuit stated tightly, her usual teasing tone gone. "Several Colonial Ships are in station above us, at least four of them are military! They've opened fire on the closest Baseship, and it's taking heavy damage!"

"This atmosphere is making it where we can't even lock weapons." Cepha said has the ship rocked from incoming missile fire. "Ordering raiders to turn their attention fully to the warships."

A Two sat before a control panel, the readouts flickering as though projected in a liquid waterfall. He regarded the data with curiosity, oblivious to the others' turmoil. "The planet itself is assailing us," he stated aloud, "EM emissions of geothermal origin, interfering with our instruments." He looked at Cavil, clearly amused that their consternation was not caused by the Colonials, but by a natural phenomenon.

"Nice observation, Two." Cooper Cavil spat. "Next you'll tell me those Colonial ships above us are using real weapons on us!"

I have yet to ascertain that, Leoben thought in response to Cavil's barb, though it is likely. He smiled in private amusement, but kept silent.

"Snapping will get you nowhere, One," Kayla Three said calmly. "We have got to get out of this haze and out of the gravity well. Once we clear the magnetic disturbance, we can take on Libra and her ships."

Cepha looked at the sketchy incoming data and then looked at the others, "Adjust us for a direct course to Libra."

"Yes," Alexa hissed. "Get Rodrigues!"

Another Six, this one garbed in a grey suit jacket and skirt, looked quizzically at Cepha. "That course directly opposes the planet's gravity. Our acceleration will be limited... that route is inefficient and dangerous," the blonde Cylon pronounced.

Another Four model regarded Cepha with a furrowed brow, his eyes questioning. "What do you have in mind, Brother?"

Cepha looked around the command interface controller, "Yes, we are going slower than the other baseships, that means they will get most of the...attention of the Colonials. We continue to close on Libra, we will still have most of our weapons...and hopefully their attention still averted. We fire on them...and if we don't take them out, then we become the weapon and take them out."

"You mean to ram them?" a Doral model asked, his face registering disbelief. "I have supported you in your hunt for revenge, Cepha, but I didn't sign on for that."

"Then everyone will die!" Alexa said with evil delight. She moved closer to Cepha and whispered in his ear, "Do it, Cepha. Ram them!"

"Resurrection isn't an absolute guarantee, not at this distance" Sheila Knight, an Eight model, stated. For a moment her eyes became distant as she revisited a memory. In it, ecstasy was shattered by a knife thrust into her skull, replaced by the agony of reawakening somewhere else, the image of her dark-haired lover/betrayer already fading from her mind's eye. "I am not eager to suffer the pain of downloading..."

"I have no fear of downloading if in the end, we cut off the head of this fleet." Cepha looked slowly at the others, "Without their Admiral and the guns of his ship, the Libra Fleet will be done for."

Gloating, Alexa said, "And maybe the cylon fleet will be done for, also."

Cepha looked around the table, noting the look on every face. "I hear no further objections...adjusting our course." After a few moments, he glanced at Alexa and inaudibly mumbled under his breath, "And if the resurrection goes right, maybe I'll be rid you, Ghost..."


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Captain Alicia "Mad Dog" Barker saw a fireball in the upper atmosphere and gasped. She looked down at the DRADIS in her cockpit and watched PG-402 disappear in a couple of blinks.

Dammit it all! Frakking Cylons! "Libra, we've got toasters all over the place and they just took out Pan Galactic 402! Taking my squad out cover our incoming shuttles. Please advise about firing solution. Crusaders squadron, form up with me and lets go get our people!"

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“Target lock, the enemy baseship is coming to bear sir,” Hastings said as he watched the screen in front of him. “Another one is starting to turn as well, although she’s lower in Oasis’ orbit.”

The emergency alarms growled throughout the CIC, a low, ominous sound that seemed to go on forever. Rodrigues stood at the center console, watching the dradis screens which were mounted overhead. The screens were large, large enough so anyone within the CIC could easily see them and they were arranged in such a way so they gave a full 360 degrees of cover. Rodrigues saw the explosion of PG 402 but he couldn’t let it affect him now. If he did, the cylons would do the same to the rest of them. He needed to hold them back until the fleet ships could get away. He dropped his gaze to Hastings who was seated between the two weapons control operators.

“Have the portside batteries prepare a salvo for the closest baseship Mr. Hastings. I want them to ram the shells down that ship’s flight bays. Also have the KEW stations get ready to fire. I want there to be as much ordnance in the air as we can put there.”

“Aye sir,” Hastings replied.

Rodrigues continued to watch the screen as the plots of several flights of raiders appeared near Oasis’ atmosphere. “That’s it!” he shouted. He grabbed the handset and brought it to his ear. “All ships, this is Libra Actual. The toasters are jumping in close to Oasis’s upper atmosphere. Let’s use it to our advantage and push them farther down. We won’t stop them but we can buy time.” He hung up the receiver and looked towards the plot table. “XO, what’s the status on the evacuation?”

Wilson looked up from the digital readout. “We’ve got shuttles all over hell’s half acre sir. Most of them are heading for the starboard landing pods and it looks like Griffyn is pulling in behind us to give them a buffer zone.

“Advise him to get clear as soon as we load the last shuttle. There won’t be any time to fart around once that happens.”


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”Combat scramble! Combat Scramble! This is not a drill! All craft scramble and prepare for incoming craft.”


Captain Gary Rudnik brought his engines up to full power and flew out of the lower port hanger deck. When he looked back towards the planet, he could see shuttles still coming towards what was left of the fleet in orbit.

Then, his eyes saw raiders and heavy raiders working their way up. The baseships were still distant and trying to claw their way out of the atmosphere.

“All pilots, Toasters are chasing incoming craft. Form up and get them the hell off any civvies if they get too close. Leave those frakkin’ spindles to the big ships!”

Blazing Phoenix squadron assembled in formation behind Captain Rudnik, the Viper wing turning as one onto an intercept course with the Cylons. Just seconds behind them, Archangel squadron emerged from the launch tubes of the upper bay. Captain Chris Pike's pilots fell in behind him, following the CAG's squadron into the battle.

Lieutenant Timothy "Stick" McCue brought his fighter into position just port and aft of his new wingman. He was freshly cleared for combat by Dr. DeValera and Captain Pike had paired him him with Lieutenant Michael "Flip" Turner, who was senior to McCue. "Stay frosty, Stick," Turner transmitted, "and we'll all give the toasters some payback for Dusty."

McCue did not answer, but a few other "Hell, yeah" and "Bring 'em on" comments came back over the wireless. McCue took in the scene below: basestars standing out like silver-grey starfish against the blues and greens of the the planet, Raiders pouring out like ants from a provoked colony. He set his sights on the leading edge of the Cylon onslaught, flexing his trigger finger as he glanced from the enemy fighters to the ammo counters on his control panel. He didn't really care if he came back at all, but one thing was certain, if he came back it would be with empty guns.


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In the upper starboard flight pod of the Libra Viper squadron Four-Eleven had been at Ready Five when the combat scramble was announced. One knuckledragger assisted each pilot in sealing his helmet, then rolled the Viper's canopy back and verified it was locked in position. Then he cleared the ladder and the rest of the maintenance team assigned to that fighter rolled it into the launch tube. The entire squadron was in position to launch in less than five minutes.

In the next thirty seconds, the Crusader squadron erupted from the Libra's launch tubes. "All Crusader elements, form up and proceed to engage Cylon Raiders," Captain Ryan McPeek transmitted over the wireless. "Do not engage the baseships, CAG's orders."

Six pairs of Vipers turned as one, banking beneath the great battlestar and diving into the upper atmosphere of Oasis. "Holy frak!" one of the pilots exclaimed as the Cylon baseships came into view. "I count at least six spindles," Lieutenant Chris Freeman murmured.

"They could field a thousand Raiders," Lieutenant Taylor responded, awe clear in his voice.

"Freebie, Phantom," McPeek transmitted, "cut the chatter and tighten it up. Yeah, there could be a shitload of Raiders out here, but you just need to worry about two - the one shootin' at the civvie you're escorting, and the one that's shootin' at you. Now let's go give 'em hell!"

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PostPosted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 9:55 pm 
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Crenna and Riley fought with Illustrious’ controls as the gunship skipped across Oasis’ exosphere. It seemed as if the planet was going to have the last laugh, trying to pull the heavily armed vessel back down.

In the troop compartment, the rest of Riley’s team occupied their flight consoles save for Barkley who was still tending to the wounded marines. The turbulence from trying to escape the gravity of the planet was heavy, tossing everyone around in their jumpseats.

“We should see the fleet momentarily off to starboard,” Crenna said as he studied the readouts in his helmet display. “From what I’ve been able to pick up over the command net they’re definitely in the shit.”

Riley nodded. The Illustrious’ current position had all but eliminated clear communications with the Libra since the orbital satellites had been recovered. They were only picking up sporadic chatter now, something that would be remedied momentarily once the fleet came into view over the planetary horizon. “Luther, see if you can raise Libra. Advise them we are inbound at this time and there are no other Colonial assets left on the surface.”

“Copy that,” Vinoli gave a thumbs up and began transmitting.

Suddenly there was a flash off to their right. Riley looked over and saw, to his surprise, a formation of four heavy raiders. The ships poured on speed, either completely oblivious to Illustrious’ presence or, more likely, ignoring them. As they pulled farther away their trajectory became perfectly clear.

“They’re heading for Libra!" Crenna exclaimed.

Before Riley could respond there was another flash and a pack of raiders followed right behind the heavies. “And there are the escorts,” he said calmly. “Luther, let the Libra know what’s coming. Although my bet is they’ve already got their hands full.” He took a quick look at Crenna and the two nodded in unison. “Okay everyone,” he said. “We’re going to try and thin out the herd. Weapons ready and hold on to something. This is going to bet a bit bumpy.”

Within a few more seconds Illustrious cleared the horizon and everyone got their first view of the fighting in orbit. Adding to that the comms were literally flooded with chatter from the interceptors as they tried to hold off an ever increasing flood of enemy ships.

Off to port, low in the exosphere of Oasis’ tremendous mass, the flames and pieces of wreckage that had once been Pan Galactic 402 were dissipating into a dark smudge against the amber of the desert region of the planet. Crenna saw it first and nodded towards it. “We lost one,” he said matter of factly.

"We’re going to lose more before this is over I’m afraid,” Riley replied. He kept his eyes glued on the cylon ships ahead of them as Vinoli reached the fleet’s command ship.

“Actual coming up on the freq now,” Vinoli said.

[Actual to Shadow, what’s your status,] Despite the electronic interference from both Oasis and the radio’s transmission capability Rodrigues’ voice was unmistakable.

“Approaching the fleet at this time, we’re behind a flight of turkeys and about half a dozen raiders. They’re heading straight for you. Looks like a boarding party.”

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Aboard the Libra Rodrigues stiffened a bit at Riley’s report. It was always a possibility they needed to be ready for but being prepared for enemy boarding never made it easier. “Understood Shadow, are you in position to interdict?”

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Aboard Illustrious Riley smiled in a devious, almost insidious manner. “We can Libra. We’re going to need some help though. Once we engage the turkeys their raider escort will be all over us.

[Copy Shadow, we’ll vector some units to you. Good luck.]

“Roger, Libra. Who did we lose sir?”

The line was silent for a few moments, save for the electronic static. Then Rodrigues’ voice came back, a little bit sadder this time. [PG402, all hands aboard.]

Riley closed his eyes and nodded slowly. “Roger, Shadow out.”

As soon as the transmission ended Crenna brought the gunship directly in a pursuit posture with the heavy raiders.

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In Libra’s CIC Rodrigues replaced the handset and pointed at Wilson who was standing across the room. “XO, have the MarDet prepare for possible boarding actions. Have the acting commander place extra security at AuxCon. If those metal bastards get onboard and to that room…”

“They’ll turn this ship’s weapons against everyone in this fleet, they have that tactic down pat don’t they?” Wilson finished. He grabbed the handset on the console in front of him. “This is the XO, all personnel standby to repel boarders. All MarDet units to your stations. All damage control parties prepare to assist. That is all.” Replacing the handset he looked at his commander. “May the Gods help them.”

“May the Gods help us all,” Rodrigues replied.

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“Here’s how we’re going to do this,” Crenna stated. I’ve got four air to air missiles and about fifteen thousand rounds in the main gun. They don’t seem to be paying one bit of attention to us. If we stay behind them we can probably take anywhere from two to three of them out before the escorts swarm us,” he glanced over at Riley. “And we aren’t any match against a swarm of toasters like that.”

“No choice,” Riley replied. “We can’t let even one of those heavies get aboard Libra. Those frakking toasters are bad enough by themselves, not to mention a whole parcel of them.”

Crenna nodded in agreement. “We’ll take down the two in the center and cut to port. I’ll fire on number three as we pass. That should drop the odds down significantly. If Libra has been able to vector anything to us we’ll be able to swing around for another crack at heavy number four.

“And if we don’t get the cover?” Merconi’s voice sounded through their earpieces.

“Then we’re frakked,” was Riley’s reply.

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“Port batteries track incoming raiders at two-three carom four-one,” the weapons officer called out.

“Send them a firing solution and have them begin engaging targets autonomously,” Herald called over from his position at the plot table. Instead of a map of the quadrant the table showed a computerized perspective of the space surrounding Griffyn, Libra and the ships that still had not jumped away. The screen showed plots, trajectories, and angles of attack of all the incoming ships. Additionally they showed the friendly units trying to hold off the cylons until the civilians could get away.

Herald’s XO stood behind the weapons officer and provided as much support as he could. The toasters were doing their hardest to overwhelm the fighter cover. They needed to keep the Libra’s rear completely clear of enemy ships so any civilian ships could use that area as a clear space to jump out.

Herald had been quickly briefed by the admiral just prior to the cylons jumping in. The orders were simple. Griffyn and Libra were to hold off the cylons until all other vessels, both military and civilians alike, had jumped away. From that point Griffyn and Libra would then follow.

Herald looked over at the XO. “Have all batteries on our port and underside begin filling the space between us and the incoming raiders with as much flak as possible. If we can fill it with metal the toasters will undoubtedly run smack into it.”

At that moment one of the weapons officers exclaimed, “Commander! We have a new set of signatures materializing twenty clicks out, IFF squawk is negative. Dradis confirms them as heavy raiders. They’re heading for us at high speed.”

“Boarding party,” he shot back. “Have our close air support vector to them, if they get past then I want every damned battery to zero on them and clear them from this area.” Herald grabbed the handset. “This is the Commander, All personnel prepare for enemy boarding operations. Dradis shows an incoming flight of enemy ships. If they get aboard we’ll have to stop them. Under no circumstances are they to make it out of the landing bay. That is all.” Replacing the handset he returned his attention to the Dradis.


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“Cylon baseship is trying to maneuver towards us Admiral,” Wilson announced. Looks like they want to squeeze between us and Griffyn.

Rodrigues didn’t move. Instead he watched the plot lines being updated on the overhead screen. As the sequence completed he turned to Captain Hastings. “Have the port side heavy batteries fire a salvo every fifteen seconds along their approach vector. Have them mix their ordnance with a combination of proximity munitions as well as high explosives. That should give them something to think about.” He turned to the navigation station. “Helmsman, angle us toward their approach vector. I want the forward KEW stations ready to fire the moment that baseship comes into range.”

“Aye, sir,” the helmsman replied. With a slight adjustment to the controls, the mammoth warship began to pivot towards the approaching baseship.

Wilson stepped away from the combat console and joined Rodrigues at the central table. There, he could see several readouts that showed images of approaching raiders, heavy raiders, and baseships. On the main portion of the screen a graphic of the Libra was centered along with an image of the Griffyn behind it. Red and green symbols moved about the screen, each representing either a colonial or cylon ship.

Rodrigues acknowledged Wilson’s presence without looking up from the screen. “What’s the status of the Illustrious?”

We’ve got the Crows moving in to intercept sir. Time on target should be about one minute.”

After hearing the report Rodrigues nodded. The Black Crows had just returned to the Libra after flying CAP for the Hades Horn in the system’s asteroid belt. As a matter of fact they had only landed a mere thirty minutes earlier and were pressed back into service as soon as the cylons showed up. “We’ll sleep when we’re dead,” he murmured.

“Pardon sir?” Wilson asked, a quizzical expression on his face.

Rodrigues shook his head. “Thinking out loud XO, disregard.” He looked up at the Colonel. “We’re threading the needle on this one Dean.”

Wilson nodded in agreement. “Aren’t we always sir? Still though, I wonder if this time we bit off more than we can chew.”

“Doesn’t matter one way or the other. That’s what we’re here for anyhow,” Rodrigues grabbed the handset on the table and brought it to his ear. He regarded his XO again before speaking into the receiver. “If this is going to be our last stand let’s take as many of these frakkers with us as we can.”

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In Libra’s CIC Rodrigues replaced the handset and pointed at Wilson who was standing across the room. “XO, have the MarDet prepare for possible boarding actions. Have the acting commander place extra security at AuxCon. If those metal bastards get onboard and to that room…”

“They’ll turn this ship’s weapons against everyone in this fleet, they have that tactic down pat don’t they?” Wilson finished. He grabbed the handset on the console in front of him. “This is the XO, all personnel standby to repel boarders. All MarDet units to your stations. All damage control parties prepare to assist. That is all.” Replacing the handset he looked at his commander. “May the Gods help them.”


Gunnery Sergeant Razorski hadn't been in Libra's MarDet long enough to take off her armor or even to send Brad Carnes to her quarters when the announcement came. She'd handed her assault rifle to LCpl Wolfe to lock up for her, but he'd only headed for the armory half a minute earlier.

Brad took one look at her face and said, "I know my way, I'll wait it out in your quarters."

She nodded, giving him a look that was mostly expressionless, but he recognized the twinkle in her eye. He gave her a mock salute and turned to go out the hatch, and was nearly run over by Wolfe coming back in, Tom Cody on his heels.

"Here you go, Gunny," Wolfe thrust her rifle into her hands. "Where do you want me?"

Tom still had his rifle slung across his back from Oasis. He looked at Razor and had a business-like tone, "And where do you want me? Sounds like we're expecting unwelcomed tourists." He paused and glanced up as he heard a KEW open fire, "Sounds like they're in the neighborhood, too."

Razorski gave Cody a sharp look, surprised by his out-of-character seriousness. "Cody, take Wolfe and you two go to AuxCon. Cody, you're in charge of deploying the DC team for that area. Get more ammo on the way, and let me know if you need extra bodies. If the clankers get on board, do not let them past you."

"No Toasters in Aux Con while I'm breathing...understood. Wolfe, let's load up and grab our people. I'll notify you once we are in position, Gunny."

The Gunnery Sergeant nodded, jerking her thumb for them to get going, already barking deployment orders over the Marine combat 'net to post the rest of the MarDet at critical areas.

"I know the ammo locker combination, Cody," Wolfe said to Cody as they left the MarDet on the run. They turned the corner together and skidded to a halt by the ammo locker hatch. Wolfe input the combination on the keypad, and Cody pushed open the hatch, the two quickly loading up with extra ammunition. "Nothing like going from the frying pan into the fire," Wolfe remarked after they pulled the hatch closed and again headed for AuxCon.

"Another lovely day in the Colonial Marines, my friend. At least I'm better armed than the last time I dealt with a Toaster on a ship."

"Make a hole!" Wolfe shouted, seeing a cluster of crew members coming their way. With Cody and Wolfe bearing down on them, the group instantly split, pressing themselves against the bulkheads on either side. "Yeah?" Wolfe said to Cody. "What'd you have then?"

"I was a bar bouncer on Catalina when we got boarded...when Libra found us." Tom paused for a moment before continuing his answer, "Marine took a round and went down in the bar I was in. The Toaster went on down the hall, I grabbed the injured man's rifle. Took the frakker out with the few rounds that were left. Feeling more equipped for the job this go-around."

"Yeah," Wolfe nodded, patting his SAW fondly, stopping beside the hatch into AuxCon. He looked right and left down the passageway, setting his feet and ready for whatever might happen.

Cody took up position opposite him, ready to station the DC team when they showed up.

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After Cody and Wolfe left for AuxCon, Gunnery Sergeant Razorski headed to CIC with long strides, still giving orders over the 'net. By the time she reached CIC, the MarDet was disbursed where she'd indicated, and she posted herself in the passage opposite the glass doors into CIC. As she did, Admiral Rodrigues looked away from the DRADIS. He caught her eye, giving her a single nod, and she returned it.

The Libra was ready to repel boarders.

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“Mother Crow to all simps, form up with your wingmates and be ready to engage. Draco, you take Flea and break right. Divot, you and Bozo go left. Midget, you’re with me. Any questions?” Quickdraw waited for the briefest of seconds.

[Targets?], Divot’s voice growled in his headset.

“If it isn’t squawking a colonial IFF then knock it out.”

Draco’s voice was the next Quickdraw heard. [Who the hell are we saving now?]

“Orders from Libra Actual. We have an inbound boarding party with fighter escort. Mardet command along with Taurus’ XO are in pursuit. They aren’t equipped to handle the fighter cover and have requested our assistance.

[Jarheads and Fleeties trying to play fighter jocks? Oh, frak me…] another of the Black Crows quipped.

“Can the bullshit people, we get the call and we fly. That’s all there is to it,” Quickdraw snapped. His people were dead tired and it was showing. Although dead tired he would lay any bet they could outfly and outgun any interceptor wing on Libra. “Bottom line is they’re trying to splash a possible boarding party that’s inbound to our home people. That means we help them splash those frakkers so we’ll have a home to return to. Now, that being said are there any more questions?”

Quickdraw only heard static in his headset.


“We can’t wait any longer,” Riley said as the heavy raiders and their escorts drew ever closer to the colonial flagship. “We’re going to have to engage.”

Riley turned his head and addressed the people behind him. “Everyone hold on!”

Crenna slammed the throttle forward and held his feet steady on the rudder pedals. The gunship surged forward towards the flight of cylon ships. A high pitched tone sounded in his ears as the anti-ship missiles locked on their targets.

“Targets painted,” Riley said and mashed the firing button on his flight controller. He was rewarded with a shudder as the two missiles leapt off their rails and hurtled ahead. It took only a few seconds but the missiles each found a separate target. They arced away from each other and quickly found their marks, resulting in two brilliant explosions. Almost instantly two heavy raiders came apart, spilling the scorched and shredded forms of cylon centurions into the vacuum of space.

Crenna banked Illustrious over to the right and pulled back on his flight stick. The nose of the gunship rose and came in line with a third heavy as it began to break towards the protection of its escort ships.

Riley activated the minigun under the nose and it spewed shells out at a rate of over a thousand per minute. It took only a fraction of that though for the third heavy raider to come apart under the withering fire.

As Crenna pulled farther on his flight controls an explosion on the ship’s port side shook them all violently. “Escorts,” he said matter of factly.

Riley switched his HUD to a rear facing camera. There he saw the entire cover formation bear down on his ship. He looked over at Crenna. “Time’s up.”

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Destroyer Perseus
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"KEWs one through four, continue pounding on the target designated Baseship Five." Cmdr. Karl Vansen said as he grabbed the Command table. The ship shuddered from the hit of a ship-to-ship missile. "All other guns, continue suppression fire. Knock down those missiles, Captain Teller!"

"Yes sir!" was the quick reply from the third in command.

"XO, continue jump prep." Vansen said, shifting his attention. "Once the last shuttle has landed, the Admiral will more than likely want to get the heck out of here. Be sure we are ready."

Charlie Baker smiled grimly, his eyes glued to the screen showing the status of the ships Jump calculations. "This will not take more than another minute or two, Sir, long before the last shuttles ETA! We've gotten exceptionally good at turning tail by now..."


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Destroyer Escort Bellerophon,
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Yet another missile impact shook the small Warship and its commanding officer Colonel Richard Cole could only grit his teeth and maintain his grip on the central table in the ships CIC. It was a good thing that the Bellerophon was a relatively small and fast-moving target, until now they had only been hit by several of the smaller missiles the raiders were armed with, none of the larger and much more powerful ship-to-ship missiles the Baseships were carrying.

A quick look around the CIC again proved to Cole that there was no longer any need for him to shout any commands over the noise and hectic chaos that was a warships CIC during a battle, the whole crew knew what they had to do by now.

Back before the initial cylon attack on the Colonies, a crew that worked together like that would have been the pride and joy of every Commander or Admiral who had them under his command, Cole pondered for a moment, before noticing one of the blips signifying the cylon Baseships move just a little bit on the large DRADIS screen.

"Switch Fire of all heavy Batteries to Contact 5!" he called towards the Bellerophons Weapon Station, "that Baseship is trying to break left! Helm, adjust heading so we can use the big guns for a strafing run! We're doing great so far people, but keep up the Point Defense! We already took two hits on starboard, what's going on there?"

Just meters under the Bellerophon’s ventral hull, Lieutenant J.R. “Junior” Strong pushed the throttles forward and the Cobra shot out from beneath the ship, banking upward to stay close to the Belle’s midline, under the starboard guns. Above the Cobra, the point defense ordnance streaked by, exploding to set up a flak barrier.

“Raider—,” Junior began to warn his Weapons Officer, but Lieutenant J.G. Theresa Elliott was already on it.

“Twenty mike-mike,” she said, firing the plane’s guns. The Raider started to flip away, seeing the incoming rounds, but it was too late; the cylon ship exploded, pieces of it arcing up into the flak barrier and being further pulverized.

Junior decelerated to match the Destroyer Escort’s pace, rotating the Cobra on a flat plane ninety degrees, tail end toward its mother ship.

“Twelve o’clock, Shotgun,” Junior said casually.

“Mike-mike again,” she said; then, “Frak, out of ammo. Chaingun!”

Even as she announced the weapon, Junior was adjusting the Cobra’s attitude. When Shotgun fired, their aim was dead-on, blasting the Raider’s central hull. The cylon’s curving wings, now separated, tumbled outward and away.

“We only have two Strikers and one-fourth of the chaingun ammo left, Junior,” Shotgun informed the pilot.

“As soon as we go black on ordnance, I’ll take us in to reload,” Junior responded.

Shotgun didn’t reply; she was already targeting the next Raider that flew into her sights.


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Space around the fleet - Viper / Raider combat
Capt. Gary Rudnik - Libra CAG

"Blazing Phoenix squadron, we have a group of Raiders trying to make an end-run to the front to the front of our ship formation. Lets get them." Capt. Rudnik said. "Stay out Perseus' firing solution..."

He paused as he heard a tone. Gary's eyes widened, "Radiological alarm! One of those raiders is launching nukes. If it gets past the destroyers' guns, knock them down!"

The Libra CAG focused on an incoming nuke. It had made it through the flack and was closing on Perseus. One shot is all I have, thought Gary as he lined up for a shot. Within moments, the heads-up display went from red to lock-on green. Instantly, he pulled the trigger and his guns roared to life. Within moments, the missile was knocked down and destroyed.

Rudnik turned his Mark VII Viper to find his next target.

********

"Stay on me, Stick," Lieutenant Michael "Flip" Turner ordered as he banked away from a kill. Spotting a pair of Raiders below and left he pushed his controls forward and dived after them.

"Yeah," Lieutenant McCue answered, though he didn't bother to press his microphone button. Still, he nosed his fighter over, following Turner, and firewalled the throttle.

"Flip! Stick! You got a turkey comin' at ya, five o'clock low!" an urgent voice transmitted.

"Frakkit! You see him?" Flip called out as he fired at the pair of Raiders. One began trailing smoke, its flight path wobbling, but still it continued after its wingman.

McCue rolled his Viper, turning it upside down relative to Lt. Turner's bird. He craned his neck, looking back over his left shoulder. "I got no joy," he answered.

"I can't get him!" The voice belonged to Lieutenant Drew Taylor, a fellow Archangel. It was the same voice that had warned them of the Heavy Raider seconds earlier.

Frak this, McCue grumbled to himself. Turner was still pursuing the pair of Raiders, who were now jinking wildly in an attempt to lose him. McCue was hard on Turner's tail, but had no shot on the Raiders as long as his wingman was in front of him. He yanked his throttle back and slapped his stick hard to the right. His Viper spun about, facing the Heavy Raider, which began pouring lead out at him. The glowing streaks of the Cylon's tracers seemed to be everywhere around him, but McCue remained dead calm. Squeezing the trigger on his control stick, he added his own fire to the deadly exchange, his tracers forming a counterpoint to the Raider's oncoming ordnance.

McCue's shots connected with the turkey, impacting the Raider's "cockpit", offset to the starboard side of the heavy fighter. It disintegrated in a rather unspectacular puff of metal and gore. Only the cessation of the Heavy Raider's fire, and its sudden entry into a violently twisting corkscrew spin, marked the event for McCue. Somehow, his Viper emerged from the storm of bullets untouched. That's one for you, Dusty, McCue thought, unruffled by the Cylon's attack. One, he repeated mentally, but only the first of many...

"Stick!" Lt. Turner called over the wireless, anger evident in his voice. "Form up, motherfrakker!" The call broke McCue's reverie, and he jammed the throttle full open and headed after his wingman.

********

Rudnik’s next target found him.

Diving from out of sight behind Perseus the lone Raider pressed in on him at full speed, intent on killing the human by gun or collision. The adrenaline still pumping through the Libra CAG’s veins from the nuclear encounter gave him the reaction time needed to spin the Viper and fire on the new threat in a flash- saving his life in the process.

Caught off guard by the unnaturally fast human response, the Raider took rounds to the faceplate for the mistake… a painful learning experience.

“Blood” splattered the human craft, freezing almost instantly in the vacuum against the nose and wings of the craft. Rudnik was thankful that only a few drops made it on the front of the canopy, leaving his view un-obscured. “That was too close,” he breathed, realizing that his air had indeed been held.

[“You alright, Skipper?”] called one of his pilots.

“Fine, worry about these Raiders; they’re targeting single Vipers. Stick with your wing-men, stay on guard.” Rudnik said this, knowing full well that a rook - or even an experienced jock - could be caught with their pants down after a victory. Had the captain been celebrating the removed nuke, the Raider would have turned that moment of triumph into tragedy.

********

Lieutenant Rusty Dean led the third division of Crusader squadron deeper into Oasis' upper atmosphere and closer to the starliners Nimbus and Catalina. The two domed ships were pushing their lower limits, descending to a risky distance above the planet in order to retrieve their shuttles. "Listen up!" Dean called to his squadron mates over the wireless, "Watch your hull heating and ionization! Vipers will get sluggish as you encounter more atmo and the EMI will frak with DRADIS!"

"Godsdamnit, we gotta fly in the soup again?" Lieutenant Trey Mellons whined, tell-tale humor in his voice.

"Just bring your bird back in one piece, Bigs" Dean countered. "You can bitch about it when you're back on board Mother." The division leader was serious, there was no doubt among his wingmen, but his voice still carried the sense that he had smiled as he'd given those orders. "Coming up on the Catalina... Now break!" Dean ordered, and the division split two ways, one pair of Vipers angling off to each side of the starliner which still awaited its last shuttle from the surface of Oasis.

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Illustrious shook violently as Crenna yanked the flight stick from side to side, desperately trying to avoid a veritable wall of incoming projectiles. The cylon raiders hadn’t made too many hits as of yet but they were getting closer, and much more determined.

“Frak,” Riley cursed as he fought with Crenna to control the gunship’s overactive engines. Illustrious, formidable as she was, wasn’t designed to go toe to toe with fighters She was a heavy hitting armored troop ship that was more than a match for anything larger than a raptor. The agile raiders would soon overwhelm and destroy them if they didn’t get any help.

“We’ve got one coming in fast!” Zayne shouted. “He’s pushing everything else out of the way to get a shot!”

Seated behind him, in the jumpseats, Xen squeezed Duncan’s hand so hard her knuckles turned milky white. She was afraid, deathly so. She turned her head and looked at her husband. He was in an almost catatonic state that she had often seen in the eyes of warriors who saw combat as a constant companion. Despite the shaking of the ship it looked as if he was actually comfortable. I must be crazy being married to a grunt, she thought. A slight smile spread across her face. This is exactly where I want to be though.

Another burst of rounds and Illustrious shuddered again, this time much more violently. Sparks erupted from the main flight controls and a small fire started along the wall across from Vinoli’s commo station. Vinoli jumped up, grabbing an extinguisher from its bracket on his console. He ripped the pin out of the lock, pointed the nozzle at the dancing flames and released a steady stream of retardant. The vapor made quick work of the fire without adding any fluid to the electrical components.

Crenna growled as he fought with everything he had to keep Illustrious from flying out of control. “C’mon you frakking beast! Hold together on me!” He cut his eyes towards Riley. “How’s it look?”

Riley worked the thrusters in unison with the rudder controls as Crenna focused on maneuvering the gunship out of the way of any more incoming rounds. “Rudder’s okay, thrusters are beginning to act a bit sluggish. I bet we caught one in the main transfer line. Zayne, check out the fuel transfer.”

“Transfer is ok but we have damage to our port engine,” Zayne replied as he studied the damage screen. We’re losing forward velocity at an increasing rate. We’re not going to make it to Libra guys.”

As if to accentuate his words the Illustrious shook again from another hit to the exterior armor plating. A pipe along the wall burst, sending steam into the cabin. An alarm began blaring and a deep vibration could be felt in the floorboard plating.

“That’s it folks,” Crenna said to nobody in particular. “We’re not going to get anywhere fast.” Tracers passed across the front windscreen. “Or, we’re not going anywhere at all.”

A glint of light caught Riley’s eye as he saw the approach of yet another raider from off to his right. He blinked and tightened his hands on the firing mechanism.

Suddenly the raider came apart, sending shrapnel and bits of what appeared to be biological matter in all directions.



“One frakker down,” Draco shouted as she rolled her viper through the ever expanding cloud of destruction left by the remains of the raider. Almost instantly she was followed by her wingman that stayed tight to her left.

Lieutenant Rachel “Flea” Belluchi lined up a target closing in on Illustrious and fired as soon as it came in to range. She watched the tracers from her guns arc across the gunship’s topside and catch the raider clearly in the canopy. There was no explosion though the cylon fighter came apart in the exact same manner. “Target destroyed,” she said excitedly.

Quickdraw and his wingman had broken off and were coming at the raiders from a more perpendicular angle. Angled slightly below the cylon pursuers the two colonial pilots opened fire simultaneously, sending a stream of rounds through the space they were occupying. One more raider was hit and Quickdraw saw the craft’s left wing snap off. The raider lost control and began spiraling away at high speed, towards the planetary atmosphere. It was a looming death sentence.

“Bozo, break left on my mark… NOW!” Divot yelled as a raider began to take particular interest in the two. They had broken high and to the right to pull the raiders off of Illustrious so the others could take them down. As Bozo broke away the raider made a critical mistake, it decided to follow him, looking to score an easy kill. The move brought it directly into Divot’s sights and she mashed the trigger on her flight stick. Rounds spewed from her guns, reaching for their target. They went wide and the raider, attempting to avoid them, broke in the opposite direction. Divot yanked back on her stick and turned in pursuit, away from her wingman.

The raider switched back on its course and curved back towards Bozo’s viper, trying to eat up distance with as much speed as possible and soon was dropping in behind the viper.

Divot, suddenly realizing she had been played yelled into her mic. “Bozo, the frakker slipped me! It’s dropping in behind you now! Break! Break!”

Bozo snapped his head around, trying to see where the raider was. As he pulled back on the stick he ran into a series of rounds fired by the raider. Bozo didn’t even have the time to scream as he was flash fried by the exploding fuel and ordnance. His viper disappeared in a brilliant but quickly dissipating fireball.

Divot’s eyes went wide as she saw her wingman vaporized. “Oh my gods,” she said in a whisper.

Draco saw what happened and broke towards Divot. Divot had picked up another raider and it didn’t appear that she knew it. “Flea, form up with Quickdraw. I’ll get Divot,” she said. Without waiting for an answer she pushed the throttle to the firewall and shot forward, desperately trying to get to the raider before it got to Divot. “Divot, raider on your six! Divot, break!”

Divot was still in a fog of sorts. She had known Bozo for what seemed like an eternity and was never in doubt about his flying skills. His death was her fault though. He was acting on her guidance and when she didn’t destroy the raider like she was supposed to they were separated and the cylon used it to its advantage. She wasn’t paying attention and when Draco’s voice broke through her headset she was startled.

[Divot, gods damnit get your head out of your ass! You have a toaster on your six! Break left now!]

“Wha.., what?” she whispered just as rounds flew past her ship. Immediately she came back to the here and now and broke to the left.

The raider turned in pursuit, completely oblivious to Draco’s fast approach. It didn’t stay oblivious for long, however, as ordnance tore through its midsection.

Draco released the trigger once the raider exploded. “Divot, are you okay?”

Divot shook her head to clear the cobwebs. “Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s get back into this.” She pulled away from Draco’s flight path and headed back towards Quickdraw and the others.

“What the…” Draco murmured and turned to follow.



Riley breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the pursuing formation of raiders get broken apart by the vipers from the Libra. He looked over at Crenna and gave a thoroughly exhausted smile. “Can we make it back?”

Crenna shook his head slightly. “We won’t be able to outrun them if the lock onto us again. I’m not certain if we can hold them off too long either.”

Riley nodded. “Then Libra will have to handle the last turkey. Prep us for a jump to the rally point. Frak the landing. We’ll just have to meet them on the other side.” He switched the frequency on the transmitter and hit the transmit button. “Libra Actual this is Shadow Lead. We’re not going to make the rendezvous. We’re moving to the rally point at this time. We bagged three turkeys but one is still inbound. We’ve sustained damage and can’t keep up. How copy?”



In the CIC Rodrigues grabbed the handset as he heard Riley’s voice come across the loudspeaker. “Libra Actual copies Shadow, get out of here. We’ll see you on the other side.” As he replaced the handset he acknowledged Hastings at the tactical station. “Mr. Hastings, prepare for incoming. Have the gunners clear it before it enters the inner perimeter. I do not want it to land, is that clear?”

Hastings nodded. “Aye sir.”



Back aboard Illustrious Riley switched over to the fighter net and spoke again. "Black Crows this is Shadow Lead, thanks for the cover. We’re out of here. Good luck.”



Quickdraw pulled hard on the stick as he flew through the dissipating debris of another raider he dispatched. He keyed the mic. “Black Crows Lead to Shadow Lead. We copy. Get while the getting’s good. We’ll take care of things here.” He mentally checked the remaining raiders and saw they had been reduced to one. It was currently being pursued by his wingman and Flea. Within heartbeat he was rewarded by the sight of an explosion as the raider came apart.

Suddenly there were several flashes and ten more fighters jumped in, heading for Libra. Quickdraw mashed the transmit button again. “Look alive everyone, we’ve got more targets heading for the barn. Pursue and dispatch!”

Draco nosed her viper over and goosed the thrusters. “Tally, tally. In pursuit.” It was time for some payback.



“Jump engines are ready. Jumping in three… two… one… engage,” Crenna said as he mashed the jump button on the console.

A flash of light, a noticeable distortion of space and Illustrious was gone.

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Captain Stephanie Walker watched the DRADIS with dire concern. The last of the shuttles were inbound for the giant cruise liner, but the Cylons were on their heels. The comms traffic could be heard from the overheard speaker, filling the bridge.

[Flight Control, this is Nimbus Shuttle Two, I've got tracer fire all around me!] The speaker's panic was clear in his voice. [One minute to home base... is anyone on that frakkin' toaster yet?]

The voice of Libra's flight controller began a response, but a signal from one of the Vipers blocked her out. [Affirmative, NS2. Me and Smasher are about to shove some lead up its ass. You just pour on the coal and don't look back.]

[...moving to engage.] The partial transmission sounded on the heels of the Viper pilot's call. There was a half-second's pause, and the Libra flight controller began repeating, her voice calm and business-like. [Nimbus Shuttle Two, maintain course. Cylon pursuit acknowledged. Elements of Viper Four-Eleven are moving to engage.]

"Helm!" Captain Walker called out, "Maneuvering thrusters - bring us about ten degrees and roll starboard thirty! I want the shuttle bay facing him, for a straight shot in! Comms, let the flight deck know that Two will be coming in hot. Arrestors and crash barriers, now!"

Above Oasis, the Nimbus rolled and turned to present her open shuttle bay to the oncoming transport. The luxury liner's shuttle, a vessel built to service those who enjoyed alacrity as much as opulence, sped upward toward its mother ship. Hard on its tail came a Cylon Heavy Raider, fighting to line up a shot on the shuttle while avoiding the flight of Vipers which pursued it.

[Sixty seconds to the flight deck,] the shuttle pilot called. [I'm still under fire...]


Bridge - Catalina

Captain Marc Cota-Robles listened to the overhead speaker and the radio traffic with dread. His FTL was ready and the last of the shuttle inbound to the Catalina. Within the next minute or so, the last shuttle would arrive and be magnetically secured. Still it was no comfort.

Moments before, he watched PG-402 disappear from DRADIS. He heard the call that it had blown up in the atmosphere. He had looked out to see the where the space liner had been. The fireball and seeing parts of PG-402 descending back into the Oasis atmosphere would be forever etched into his mind.

Marc's face was also still damp from where the tears had rolled down his face for the loss of his friend, Capt. Dana Yearwood. The Captain just stared at the DRADIS, lost in time as he tried not to think about what he had just seen.

"Captain, last shuttle will be on board in twenty seconds", a voice from behind said.

"Once it's mag locked, get us out of here." Capt. Cota-Robles said in a controlled tone. "You are clear to jump at your first chance."

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On the command deck of the luxury liner Nimbus, the communications officer spoke quickly on the ship's intercom and then looked up to locate Captain Walker. "Ma'am, Flight Deck reports secured for underway."

Good, Walker thought, the shuttle is in and locked down. "Helm, radial vector away from Oasis! All ahead, flank speed!" Walker turned to the jump officer, "FTL, report!"

"FTL's spun up and standing by. EM interference down to Category Four."

"Insert jump key," Walker ordered. We really need the EM to be down to Cat 5 to jump safely. "Stand by to jump..."

"Cylon Heavy Raider coming around!" the DRADIS technician reported. "Vipers still in pursuit!"

Outside the Nimbus, the Cylon heavy fighter banked in a tight circle. As the shuttle had made for the relative safety of the liner's shuttle bay, the pursuing Vipers had poured out a last-ditch series of shots. The final effort had paid off, though, as the Heavy Raider had sensed the rounds pinging off its armor and registered the danger. Protecting its exposed engine nacelles, the turkey had turned and rolled, presenting the more heavily armored upper surface to the enemy. In its mind it felt - frustration - at being thwarted in its attempt to kill the shuttle, but now - anticipation, hunger - at the opportunity to destroy the much larger starliner. It considered a series of ship schematics, overlaying each one with its visualization of the Nimbus, but found no exact match. It continued to circle, targeting the Colonial ship ahead of its sublight engines and planning to rake fire aft down the dorsal surface of the hull.

In the generator compartment on board the Nimbus, only a few engineering techs were on duty when the Cylon fire hit. Here, coolant carried heat from the sublight engines and drove the electrical generators that powered the ship. The Heavy Raider's rounds hammered the outer hull, a hull designed to withstand the onslaught of micro-meteors but never intended to see combat. The first dozen glanced off, but as the Cylon concentrated its fire, the rounds penetrated the Nimbus' hull. The techs looked up in fear as holes seemed to appear in the overhead as if by magic, the enemy rounds all but invisible due to their speed. Leaving trails of vapor in the compartment's atmosphere, the rounds impacted equipment or the deck below, continuing their path of destruction. Air whistled out of the compartment and superheated coolant jetted from perforated piping. Then, internal pressure became too high to be contained by the damaged hull section, and the metal split open. Atmosphere, wreckage and bodies were all flushed into space in an instant.

On the command deck of the Nimbus, the DRADIS technician called out, "Cylons firing on us! They're targeting Engineering."

The lights blacked out, then sputtered back to life. "Power drop on main bus!" the damage control officer reported.

At Comms the officer struggled to make sense of the intercom traffic. "Air Plant reports hull impacts aft of the recycler. Engineering reports automatic blast doors activated, they're cut off from the rest of the ship."

"Decompression alarms aft!" the damage control officer announced. "Hull breach in the dorsal generator room!"

On the heels of the DC officer, the FTL technician warned, "We're losing spin-up! FTL capability marginal!"

Almost unnoticed in the flurry of warning calls, the speakers overhead continued to broadcast the incoming wireless calls. Somewhere among the din the Nimbus's sister ship, Catalina, announced its jump. "Libra Flight Control, Catalina. FTL engaging in 15 seconds. See you on the other side."

A moment later, amidst the combat chatter, Captain Walker made out the words, "Libra, Crusader Nine. Nimbus has been hit! She's venting atmosphere..."

"DC, drop all non-critical systems to backup power," Captain Walker ordered. "We can't lose FTL!"

Still scanning the status readouts, the FTL tech reported, "Quantum angular velocity back at threshold, Captain, but if we lose spin-up again we won't be able to reestablish."

Captain Walker glanced at the EM interference readout, though her decision was already made. Down to Category Five, she noted. Nice timing. She looked to the officer at the FTL console and nodded. "Turn the key," she said. "Jump!"

In the space above Oasis, Colonial Vipers and Cylon Raiders wheeled and danced. A flight of Raiders that had been targeting the Catalina circled, frustrated that their quarry had escaped, and now bore down on the Nimbus. That ship also vanished in a flash of light, FTL-jumping away from the threatening Raiders. They shifted their attention immediately to yet another target, one left directly before them by the Nimbus' exit - four Colonial Vipers pursuing a single Heavy Raider.

[Smasher, let's light this guy up quick!] one of the Viper pilots transmitted. [He's got buddies coming in fast!]

At that moment, the lead Viper brought the Heavy Raider into its gunsights, and a stream of lead and tracers poured out of the fighter. The ordnance intersected the Cylon ship, striking the starboard engine. Fuel ignited in a spectacular fireball, the explosion tearing the rest of the enemy craft apart.

[Another turkey down,] Smasher called out. [What's next on the menu?]

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Slowly, Major Sabrina Watkins slowly opened her eyes for the first time since she was injured on Oasis. The first thing that caught her attention was the blare of the klaxons and then the sudden shaking of the ship. She could also hear the low-moans of several people.

Sabrina then felt the vibrations of the KEWs and other guns firing away. She tried to move, but noticed that she could not even set up. After a few moments, she could feel the straps that were holding her down. She also saw one of her legs in a brace.

The injured Fleet CAG started to focus and looked around the room. The medical staff was tending injured and securing those to beds as quickly as they could. After a few moments, Sabrina relaxed her head back into her pillow. Her medication started to take back over and her eyes grew heavy again.

Give them hell, Mad Dog...and then bring everyone home, Sabrina thought as slipped back into unconsciousness.

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Smoke, the flicker of lights from failing displays, the hiss of venting atmosphere, and a chatter that sounded as if it was a galaxy away. Then there was the pain, searing pain along the right arm and thigh that made breathing difficult at best and movement almost impossible.

Draco winced as she reached slowly for the emergency transponder switch. She could taste the blood forming in her mouth, the biting, copper taste that surprisingly reassured her that she was alive.

She flipped the switch and was awarded with a shower of sparks from the rear of the control panel. Looks like the beacon is frakked, she thought.

A faint radio signal assailed her ears as static and voice signals mixed into a cacophony of auditory overload. She worked her jaw to clear her ears and tried to make some sense out of the voice on the other end of the radio.

[… Draco, answer me… C’mon girl I know you’re still out there…] Quickdraw’s voice crackled over her headset.

She wanted to answer, wanted to shout out to him but she could only manage a whisper. “I… I’m… here.”

[Are you alright? That toaster got a solid hit on you. What’s your status?]

It came back in a flash. She had taken out one of the raiders that had attached itself to Divot’s six and as it came apart she was turning her attention on the other one when it flipped over and fired on her. She yanked back on the stick as she yelled out to Divot who, whether intentional or not, was completely oblivious to her.

The rounds from the raider’s guns tore into her viper like a buzz saw, knocking out power, inertial navigation, and slowly began venting the atmosphere in the cockpit. The once nimble fighter was now nothing more than a chunk of twisted metal, circuitry, and fuel. Through her helmet Draco could hear the high-pitched whistle of air escaping through the cracks in the cockpit window as the sound increased. It was the sound that any pilot was terrified to hear.

The damage to her viper was so severe that the swarms of cylon raiders completely ignored her, taking her for dead. It was the one respite she was extremely thankful for, however short-lived it might be. Nausea began to build in the weightless environment as she watched the stars slowly spin outside. She fought with everything she had to keep from vomiting in her helmet.

[Draco, what is your status?] Quickdraw’s voice sounded again in her helmet speakers.

"Systems are down, engines are shot, and I am losing atmosphere," tears traced a line down Draco's cheek, mixing with the sweat that was already there. She fought with everything she had to keep herself calm. "On a scale of one to ten for suckiness this rates somewhere around fifty."

[Hold on, we're coming to get you.]

“No, Nick,” she said. Seeing the outline of the Libra far off in the distance Draco knew what the outcome would be. The fleet was leaving. There would be no SAR birds here today. And she couldn’t bear to see anything happen to Quickdraw. He had taken care of her ever since this war started. It was now her turn, regardless of how it played out.

[What are you talking about? We’ll be there in a few seconds and we’ll hold there until the SAR bird arrives. Then we’ll get you home.]

The tears flowed a bit more freely now. “You and I both know that isn’t going to happen this time. The fleet’s leaving and you need to go with them.” She slowly reached down for the ejection handle as she spotted two raiders turn towards her. They began to approach, albeit slowly. “Get the rest of the Crows home Nick, they need you. So does the Admiral.”

In his cockpit Quickdraw scanned the space in front of him desperately trying to pinpoint Draco’s exact position. With her systems down she wasn’t sending out any IFF signals and therefore wasn’t registering on his scope. A growing sense of alarm was spreading over him. “No Rayna, I’m not going to lose you. Not again. You just hang on do you hear me?”



Draco continued to watch the slowly approaching cylon raiders. It almost seemed as if they were trying to decide what they were going to do. Her hand sat on the ejection handle however she doubted if push came to shove she would have the strength to punch out.

Suddenly the raiders began to speed up as they sensed an easy kill. Draco wasn’t sure if they saw movement or picked up some errant signal. It didn’t matter anyway, not any longer. Rayna closed her eyes.

She transmitted one last message to her squadron leader. “Nick, it’s too late. The toasters are coming for me. Please, just go. I love you Nick…”
She reached in the hand hold of the ejector handle just as the raiders opened fire.


Quickdraw saw the explosion and witnessed the two raiders as they turned towards the Libra. His eyes went wide in disbelief. “No!” he screamed at anyone who would hear him. He slammed the throttle to the firewall and his ship surged ahead, straight towards the two raiders that had blown Rayna’s ship apart. As he reached them he opened up with a volley of fire so intense the first raider practically vaporized.

The second raider, shocked by the sudden loss of its wingman broke to the left in an attempt to get away.

Quickdraw, his teeth clenched in a demonic looking grimace, growled as he followed in pursuit. His receiver was alive with the chatter of the other members of his squadron, trying to get him to stand by and wait for them but he ignored it. He had one goal now; eradicate the bastards who killed Rayna.

He stayed tight on the raider’s tail, oblivious to everything else around him. As far as he was concerned there were only the two of them left in the universe. However, soon enough there would only be one.

The raider flipped back and forth, trying to stay away from its pursuer, all the while moving closer towards some of its pack mates. If it could just make it a little farther then they would be in a position to pounce on the human.

Blind rage enveloped Quickdraw as he mashed the trigger. Rounds from the gun lurched forth and caught the raider along the dorsal superstructure. As they hit the depleted minerals in each round ignited, saturating the raider in a molten hell. While there was no flame, however, the raider cooked from the inside. Finally, after another extended burst the raider came apart, sending pieces flying in all directions.

It was over; Quickdraw was both mentally and physically drained. He looked around quickly to find he had ventured away from the rest of his people, and the fleet. It was then he finally heard Divot’s voice.

[Frakkin’ dammit Quickdraw! Abort!]

“Regroup people,” he replied. “What’s everyone’s status?” His head was pounding and he felt as if he had the weight of an entire battlestar sitting on his chest.

[We’re still here but we’re too far outside of Libra’s protective envelope. We’re sticking it out here in the breeze.] Flea’s voice came across the speaker.

Quickdraw took one last look at the spot where Rayna’s viper had once been. His emotions were threatening to all erupt and he had to keep them in check. “Everyone grab a wingman and fall back towards Libra’s port side. We’ll fight from there.”

As they all moved off Quickdraw made a silent prayer. Lords of Kobol, please take Rayna into your arms and comfort her as I could not. Treat her as a queen and should we meet again, please allow her to remember me. Also… tell her I love her too.

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"All craft, this is Libra Flight Control. The last civilian shuttles are landing...return to your ships. Repeat, all ships return home and stand by for jump!"


Captain Alicia "Mad Dog" Barker turned on her mic, "You heard them, head for home and lets get the hell out of here!"

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"Angels Ninety-Nine," Captain Chris Pike transmitted, "we just got the word to bug out." Mouth open and about to continue, he paused to fire at another Raider. A trail of tracers arced over his shoulder, though, and the Cylon craft disintegrated under his wingman's fire.

Lt. Gloria "Red" Mendez' voice cut in, "You were sayin', Boss?"

Pike waggled his wings at Mendez, then banked his Viper hard back toward the Libra. "Archangel Squadron, disengage and fall back to Mother. Combat landings, by division." Eleven more Vipers circled up out of the planet's upper atmosphere, dropping into formation behind Pike.

"Frakkit!" a voice cursed over the combat channel, "this bastard won't give up! I think he's planning to come home with us..."

"I'll scare him off, Rawhide," a female voice answered. One of the two trailing Vipers rolled up and over the other, cutting main engines and using RCS thrusters to reverse orientation at the same time. Tracer rounds poured out of the fighter, intersecting the path of a pursuing Cylon Raider. Sparks flashed as the ordnance impacted across its hull, but the Raider spun off to one side abruptly, avoiding destruction for the moment.

"Woohoo! Take that you sonofabitch!" Lt. Cindy Buckner exulted as the Archangel squadron quickly out-paced the Cylon craft.

"Thanks, Lady," Rawhide responded.

"Lady, Rawhide, close up!" Captain Pike ordered. "Ten seconds to Libra's flak envelope..."
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Crusader Squadron raced at full power back toward the Libra, heeding Captain McPeek's order to return to the battlestar. Traffic was getting thick as the returning Viper wings bunched up with electronic warfare Raptors negotiating the tight corridors through the Libra's defensive fire. The squadron had been strung out in a long line with four of the Crusaders trailing after a wide gap. Those four had engaged the Cylons near the Catalina and Nimbus, before the two passenger liners jumped away. Now the Vipers were being pursued by a pair of Heavy Raiders and a half-dozen Cylon fightercraft.

Lieutenant Scott Collins checked his cockpit DRADIS, judging the distance to the pursuing Cylons. Collins and his wingman had a slight lead on the other Crusader element; Lieutenant Morelock's Viper had taken hits on the number three engine, jamming its gimbal and forcing him to shut it down to maintain straight line flight. Morelock's wingman was hanging back with him, escorting the wounded Viper; Collins and his wingman had slowed to stay close in case Morelock's fighter suffered further failures.

"I'd sure like to hurry this up," Collins commented over the wireless. "How's he lookin' back there, Bigs?"

Morelock's wingman, Lieutenant Trey Mellons, responded immediately. "Three's shot to frak - it'd probably catch fire if Rival relights it."

"I'd look cool while I spiraled out of control..." Morelock chimed in.

"Looks like we're all gonna have to slow down in this traffic," Collins' wingman, Lieutenant Rusty Dean observed.

"You think those turkeys will follow us in?" Mellons asked.

"Libra will give 'em hell if they do!" Collins responded, then continued, "Tighten this up in case those toasters catch us. I'm calling for an EW bird. Rival, you keep those two torches burning hard and head for Mother - don't look back. Bigs, Smasher, if we have to engage keep it razzle-dazzle and fight a delaying action."

"Roger that, Halfs," Collins answered.

"Copy," Mellons responded. "We get Rival to the flak envelope and then bug the hell out, too."

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With flack going off all around her, temporary Fleet CAG Captain Alicia "Mad Dog" Barker spun her viper around looking aft as she flew into the lower port hanger bay. If I have to do a combat take off, I want to get out first, she thought. As soon as she knew she was the last one in, she lowered her Mark VII viper on the deck of the battlestar. Within moments, she heard the pop of a magnetic lock.

"Control, I'm down and secure...nothing but spindles and raiders in my sight. Someone turn that key and get us out of here!" 'Mad Dog' exclaimed.

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Combat above Oasis
Near Battlestar Libra


The lead baseship continued to struggle through the atmosphere. As it got closer to the Colonial warships, the more of a beating it took. The in-arc KEWs on Libra had turned their full attention towards the Cylon craft. Missiles departed from their launchers, homing diretly in their deadly payload. Even though it was taking a beating, the baseship continued on and her crew started to reply with missile strikes of her own.

If it could make it through this situation, it would open the way for the others...and that would mean the end for the Colonial warships.

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Destroyer Perseus
CIC


A feral grin came across the face of Cmdr. Vansen, "XO, baseship target number five has raised high enough in the atmosphere...prepare nukes one and two and stand by to fire! Lets see if those new multi-warheaded things work."

A similar grin showing on his face, Captain Baker turned towards the Perseus tactical station. "Launchers One through Six, lock on target Baseship Number Five and launch when ready! Give them hell!"

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Destroyer Escort Bellerophon
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"Perseus is going hot on nukes, Colonel!" Capt. Mejia said. "Should we follow suit on baseship target number five?"

Colonel Cole squinted his remaining eye for a moment before he replied. "Negative Captain, Perseus will finish the Spindle off...we'll save our nukes for another target. But maybe we can soften them up some more. Helm, no change in our vector, but turn our nose towards Baseship Five. Tactical, targeting solutions for the bow batteries, fire at Baseship Five when ready!"

At the Colonels command, the smallest remaining Warship of the Colonial fleet disengaged its sublight engine and turned its nose towards the menacing cylon Baseship. Even though she was no longer accelerating, inertia still kept the Bellerophon on her course away from Oasis but now her powerful bow batteries were trained on the closest cylon capital ship, quickly scoring hits all over Baseship Fives already damaged outer hull.

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Four missiles tracked from Perseus toward the Cylon baseship, two leading in staggered formation, followed a few seconds behind by two more. Their white smoke trails arced toward the enemy capital ship, passing through the melee of Vipers and Raiders. Aboard the baseship, the radiological alarm was certainly sounding, and a few Raiders broke away from combat to attempt intercepting the nukes.

By the time the missiles reached the vicinity of the baseship, there was only one remaining. A kilometer from its target, the booster section separated and the payload split into three. Each of the warheads ignited its own rocket motor, accelerating rapidly across the final stretch of space. Three warheads impacted the Cylon ship's hull, the solid tungsten-alloy nose cones penetrating into the vessel's hull before the warheads detonated.

The explosions appeared as three bright blooms of light emanating from within the baseship, near its core. Two of the warship's arms broke away immediately, while the third nuke tore an immense hole in the central section of the ship. Secondary explosions rippled throughout nearby compartments, adding to the destruction. With its axis badly damaged, the baseship canted to one side, immediately starting to slip backward into the grip of Oasis' gravity. There was no doubt, the ship was doomed - there was no escape from a fiery death in the planet's upper atmosphere.

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Destroyer Perseus
CIC


As the reports came in that the baseship was falling into the atmosphere, a cheer went up in the CIC. Those who did cheer were quickly quieted as a ship-to-ship missile impacted near the shuttle bay on Perseus. Cmdr. Vansen grasped the command table and looked at his XO, "We need to wrap this up and get out of here..."

"Yes Sir," Baker replied while he tried to stem the blood flow from his nose. He'd hit the edge of the command table when the missile had detonated and probably broken his nose. "FTL-Drive is ready to get us out of here at your command, Sir. Reports are coming in about some minor hull breaches, looks like we lost some plating on the portside hull near the Bay, DC Teams are already on it..."

CPO Becca Reyes shouted from her Comms Station, "Message from Libra, sirs! Last fighter craft have landed and the civilian ships are gone. Execute jump to fleet location as soon as possible."

Vansen looked at the DRADIS and then at Maj. Baker, "Salvo fire any loaded ship-to-ship missiles on that baseship closing on Libra and then get us out of here!"

Still bleeding profusely, Baker nodded and turned back towards the Tactical Station. After a short glance at the screens, he started to rattle off the launch orders. A slight shudder went through the ship when the massive ship-to-ship-missiles left the launchers, but Baker was already moving towards the FTL-Console.

"Missiles away Sir, Launchers are reloading, Kinetics are still firing away with everything we've got, FTL-drive is ready...all hands, prepare for impact, Cylon contact has fired nukes!"



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