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| Administrator Robinson Lethler | Aug 25 2008, 06:48 PM Post #1 |
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((OOC: The Cylon attack begins in this thread. When posting, you have a choice - you can either jump right into the attack and post your character's response, or you can post what your character was doing up untill the moment of the attack too. It's totally up to you. For clarity, my post is seperated into two bits: Before Zero Hour and Zero Hour. Read it all to get backstory and decide where you want to jump in. Either way, your post should say what your character does when the attack begins.)) NOTE: Because the Admin who will be playing the XO is currently busy with unforseen issues, he has given me permission to God-mode his character and, if he cannot make it on soon, let someone else have the role. Similarly, untill other roles are filled, they are all nameless NPCs. Commander Robinson Thomas Lethler sat in silence in his quarters, sat in the comfortable chair behind his desk, legs crossed under the desk, in the office section of his private quarters. The room was completely quiet aside from the dull, low hum of the engines that could be heard on almost every single deck of the Battlestar. Officially he was on duty and should have been in the Combat Information Center but he had given command of the ship to his Executive Officer a little over an hour ago. In his hands Lethler held a copy of Searider Falcon, one of his favourite pieces of classical Colonial literature, which he was reading intently. Lethler was the Commanding Officer of the Battlestar Theia - one of the older Galactica-type Battlestars (all though much younger than the Galactica herself) that had served in the First Cylon War, just as he had. He had been onboard the Theia before many years ago, not long after the War had come to a conclusion. All though many of the Galactica-type Battlestars were being mothballed, including the Battlestar Galactica herself, Theia was one of a handful that had been chosen for a massive refit. Part of the refit had all ready been completed at Picon a week or two ago but the facilities there weren't designed to fully overhaul such a large starship. So, Lethler had been ordered to take the vessel to Scorpion Fleet Shipyards where the refit would be complete. The most notable change would be the intergration of the Command Navigation Program and a networked computer system in an effort to improve ship performance. Lethler personally felt that the older systems on Theia were infinitely superior to those on the new Mercury-class Battlestars. Then again, he would be retiring soon - his generation's idea of warfare was completely different to the new generation's. A day or two ago, when they were just over halfway to Scorpia, the Chief Engineer had discovered a problem with their tilium supply. A large quantity of the fuel they had taken on from Picon had become contaminated and would be extremely dangerous if it was used in the ship's engines. As a result, Lethler had been forced to order the ship to divert to a small mining planet between Picon and Scorpia where he would be able to requisition a fresh supply of fuel for military purposes. Unfortunately for the crew of Theia this mining world would be playing host to the Minister of Industry by the time they arrived - and there were few people Lethler hated more than politicians. As Lethler turned onto the next page of the novel in his hands, a beeping sound filled the room. Glancing up from his book the Commander could see that the notification light on his wall phone was flashing to tell him he had an internal call. Sighing, he took a strip of paper from his desk and inserted it between the two open pages before closing the book with a loud banging noise. Despositing it on the desk with one hand, Lethler took the phone off the hook and held it to his ear and mouth. "Yes?" he asked simply, speaking into the mouthpiece in his usual calm and almost relaxed voice. "Sir, this is the CIC." the familiar voice of his Communication's Officer replied. "We're preparing to start the jump sir. There are also some communications reports you should review." "I'm on my way." Without waiting for a reply, Lethler place the phone back on it's hook, immediately terminating the call. He rose from his chair, stretching his arms out and bending his fingers to try and relieve some of the pain from the arthritis he had begun to develop in recent years. He made his way across his spacious private quarters, passing out of the office and to the door at the end of the living area, rotating the wheel to unseal it before pushing it open. It took several minutes for him to make his way through the bare, imperialistic and metallic corridors of the ship. As he made his way through the halls he was routinely saluted by personnel - some of which he knew, some of which he didn't. Even after the many years he had been commanding military ships and personnel for Lethler was still uncomfortable with everyone saluting him. In Lethler's mind, he felt no different to the naive young man who had fought the Cylons more than 40 years ago. Lethler eventually entered into the Combat Information Center through the uppermost entrance, behind the upper row of control panels. He much prefered the surroundings of the Galactica-type CICs to those of the Mercury-class. The nerve centers of the older ships seemed to be much more alive than their younger siblings. As the Commander made his way down the stairs towards the floor of CIC, he was intercepted by the CCO who handed him the reports they had mentioned earlier on the phone. Lethler flicked through them one by one as he walked, soaking in information on each one as he skimmed them. "What's this about the Armistice diplomatic officer?" Lethler asked as he arrived at the central control center below the DRADIS console, speaking loudly so his voice carried over the hectic noise of the control room. "His ship's overdue." the Executive Officer informed him as he signed off on each report individually. "They want someone to head out there and find out what's taking him so long." "Maybe the Cylons actually turned up for once." Lethler muttered in reply, smiling faintly at the XO as he did so. Handing the last of the reports back to the CCO, Lethler twisted his upper body slightly so he could turn his head to face the tactical station. "Tactical - start the count. he ordered loudly. "Aye sir." Tactical replied, before announcing the countdown for the Faster-Than-Light jump. I hate this fraking part. Lethler thought to himself. He had never gotten use to the strange sensation that came with an FTL jump. That was one thing that the Mercury-class Battlestars did better - their engines were much more stable when it came to FTL jumps. "10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...jump." When the count was finished a loud, un-natural whooshing noise shot through the ship. Reality itself seemed to bend out of shape and a single second felt like an eternity as the Theia was shot at incredible speeds through the fabric of space and time. Lethler tried to focus his vision on the DRADIS console to orient himself but it was useless as usual - anything someone could concentrate on seemed to move further away as soon as their eyes met in. As soon as it had begun, it was over. The Navigation officer confirmed that they had reached the co-ordinates, jumping in virtually ontop of the tylium refinery station that hung in orbit of the planet. "Communications, raise the refining platform. Tell them that Commander Lethler of the Battlestar Theia, in accordance with Colonial Law, is requisitioning as much tylium as this vessel needs to perform it's duties in an emergency situation. If they protest, tell them I'll take their concerns under advisement." Lethler ordered. He knew that the planet's overseer, as well as the Minister for Industry who was likely touring the station at the time they'd jumped in, would want to protest against the military taking directly from a civilian supply line. ----------------TIME SKIPT TO: ZERO HOUR---------------- Lethler was still stood in the CIC, talking with his Executive Officer about the refit that Theia had started and would soon finish. His end of the conversation was mostly filled with protests that Theia was going to be modernised. Lethler had even filed an official protest to the Admiralty and to Picon Fleet Command as a whole about the whole thing. Just over an hour ago, Theia had docked with the refinery and dumped their contaminated fuel supply. Immediately after the refinery had begun to pump fresh fuel into their tanks so they could complete their journey to Scorpion Fleet Command. This hadn't exactly been a popular move - the refinery was a designated refueling zone for starships on long runs between the Colonies. More than forty ships were in the system when Theia had arrived. "Commander?" The voice of the Communications Officer interupted Lethler mid-sentence. He looked up at the comm station and nodded to the officer to indicate they could continue. "Sir, something...something strange just happened." "Something strange?" Lethler prompted, raising an eyebrow as he spoke. "Commander, I was trying to notify Scorpion Fleet Shipyards that we would be leaving the refinery soon but my messages aern't being recieved." "It could just be interference." The XO suggested, glancing at Lethler. "No sir, my messages are getting through. It's just like there's nothing there to recieve them." "I wouldn't be concerned. Scorpia's relay might be down. Keep trying." Lethler turned away from the comm station, somewhat puzzled by what he had just been told but not concerned. He was about to resume his conversation with the XO when the Comm officer spoke again, this time clearly alarmed. "Sirs, I have a priority one message from Admiral Nagala....oh Gods..." "What is it?" Lethler asked calmly. The officer's comment had drawn the attention of the entire CIC and for once the room was almost devoid of Human-made noise. "The Admiral reports that massive Cylon attack forces are appearing across the board. Cylon basestars have destroyed Picon Fleet Command and Scorpion Fleet Shipyards are presumed destroyed. Thirty battlestars have been confirmed lost. The Atlantia is moving to Virgon under Nagala's command to launch a counter-offensive. Admiral Nagala orders all Battlestars to converge on Vergon and join the battle." The room was totally silent. Everyone except the Commander the XO appeared to be in a state of shock. Lethler could feel himself panicing internally, even though his calm exterior betrayed no such feelings. He had fought the Cylons forty years ago and one war with them had been enough. "DRADIS contact!" The call broke the silence in the CIC. Everyone suddenly snapped back to their duties, trying to recall their training and the countless drills they had been run through incase anything like this ever happened. "Identify." Lethler ordered immediately. The TO quickly moved to their console as both they and the CCO worked to identify the signature. "Commander, DRADIS contact has confirmed Cylon signature - it looks like some form of Basestar sir! ...wait, new DRADIS contacts! Two more Basestars! They're moving towards the mining colony!" Lethler didn't even hesitate in his response. If he hesitated, people would die - he could panic later. "Set condition one throughout the ship. Launch the alert and reserve Vipers, if it can fly, I want it out there. Tell the CAG his orders are to intercept any small fighter-craft and any missiles from the Basestars." He turned on his heel to face the tactical station before continuing. "Withdraw the fuel lines immediately and seal the pumps. Deploy all main batteries and load every single piece of ammunition we have onboard. I want a firing solution for those basestars and I want it now. Prepare for possible thermonuclear strike protocol." Lethler turned slightly to his right to face the Navigation and Comm officers. "Navigation, get me jump co-ordinates to the nearest colony now. I don't care if it's Caprica, Virgon, Canceron, Scorpia or anywhere else - just get us there. Communications, contact all civilian ships with FTL drive in the vicinity, transmit them our jump co-ordinates and tell them to follow us if they want to live." "What about the ships with sublight engines only, sir? They're atleast 13 without FTL jump drive." the Comm officer replied nervously. "Leave them." Lethler didn't even hesitate in his response. His job was to get as many civilian ships to safety as he could. Lethler moved back to the center control desk and watched DRADIS intently. With every second the three Basestars moved closer, with smaller icons representing launching raider squadrons flying out from them at even faster speeds. "Lords of Kobol help us." Lethler muttered to himself so that only the XO could hear him. "We'll sure as hell need them." the XO replied. |
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| Arcane | Aug 25 2008, 08:35 PM Post #2 |
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Leiutenant Jake Reichardt sat in the cockpit of his viper drifiting slowly around the scorpia shipyards, his mind alert and his eyes constantly scanning the sky for the battlestar Theia which wasa to arrive soon. It would be his job to escort the ship in to the docks and then return to his own battlestar. The young pilot looked out his viewport to look at the graceful Battlestar Tunisia. It was a newer ship that the Colonial fleet had used to conduct experiments on. New engines and networked computer systems, it was definitely an upgrade from the mercury class Battlestars. Even the vipers and Raptors on board the ship had some sort of experimental equiment attached. Jake remembered the test flight he had done earlier that morning, using a special FTL drive he had jumped his viper to a nearby moon only to find most of his engine power depleted, the Captain had been forced to send in a recovery team just to pick him up. The sickenign jolt that happened on a battlestar was no where near as bad as the jolt he had felt in his viper. He had almsot emptied his stomach into his helmet. A voice from the communications officer crackled to life inside the cocpit, "Arcane we are picking up a dradis signature appears to be Cylon signature, our computers must be malfunctioning, the captain wants you to jump over and let us know what it is and what its doing." Arcane was shocked at the order given to him, it wasn't the fact that he had an order, it was the fact that if it was a cylon hewould be a sitting duck. Quickly punching in coordinates into his FTL drive Arcane began to power up his engine, "Confirm Tunisia, I'm transmitting jump coordinates to you now. I will be in the shadow of the moon and using the gravity well from it I will drift around to check out the bogie." "Happy hunting Arcane" His drives were past the point of no return as they hit the 97% charge rate when four Cylon Basestars appeared in the sky around him. Arcane took control of his Viper but could do nothing, he was about to jump and there was nothign he could do to warn or help his Battlestar as soon as he was over the darkside of the moon he would be stuck there for at least an hour or two while he waited for his engines to recharge. "Frack! Tunisia I'm pickin up multiple contacts...." Arcane watched in horror as his battlestar was destroyed by the Cylon basestars, Raiders seemed to come out of nowhere to start attacking the nearby shipyards and thene verything was dark, he was behind the moon and drifting slowly all the while hidden from cylon sensorsdue to the low power emmisions expelled from his craft. -------Time skip to a few hours later-------- The cylons had been and gone, they were now down on the planet and there wasn't anything arcane could do to stop them, they machines had descended as Arcane had come around out of the shadows so once again they missed picking him up on thier sensors. He had recieved communications fromt he Battlestar Theia half a centon after the massacre had occured at the shipyards but it had been useless to try and reply, his communications just couldnt reach that far. So he sat and waited to see if another transmission would come, his engines were almsot back to full power levels, just a little longer and he could jump again. |
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| Moderator Carwyn Jenkins | Aug 25 2008, 10:24 PM Post #3 |
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((OOC: This takes place slightly before Zero Hour)) Carwyn entered the refueling station orbitting the mining planet below, he was on an official tour of the station, and to make a speech to the workers, which are also his core supporters and grassroots. The working class, socialist minister and former miner knew a lot about life down in the mines and how hard it was, and how life was also quiet hard life was also on the fuelling station. The station was clean, but drab, there was a strong smell of fuel in the air, walking along the corridor he could well the echoing of the feet down the corridor, despite the number of people that were there. The pipes ran under the gangway and over it, each pipe colour coded depending on what was in it and what it was for. The staff quarters were tight, very cramp, there where about 6 personale to a bunk room, although there was not a lot of room in the bunks, but legalslation passed by Carwyn earlier in his career was much better than it use to be, even that being case, he knew he had much work to do to improve workers rights when he retunred to cabinet. He listerned with interest as the foreman gave him the tour, with the civil servants and his political advisor with him, after the tour he chatted to some of the workers, listern with interest and reminissing with them about his time as a miner. He enjoyed the chats, he loved talking to the workers, to the orindary people, he found them a much better class of people than the ones in so-called higher classes. Carwyn then walked up to a mircophone, "Comrades, friends, it is a massive pleasure to talk to you all today. As you all know, I have been a stronger believe and fighter for socialism and workers rights, a stronger believer in trade unionism and social justice. I promise you know I will carry on fighting for improve workers protection, for better workers rights, or social justice, and for a better future for everyone. It is true that the workers should have a bigger say in the running of industry, that the mines, the refueling centres and all the industries should be helped to be ran democratically by the workers, and by the trade unions. That is why, I will be bringing forward legalslation to ensure that workers get to democratically run their own work place and to improve the workers rights in industry, to enpower hard working people, and trade unions. Only through this shall we build a better future in the colonies and a better future for the workers in those colonies, thank you." Carwyn left the stage to the cheers, he waved to the workers, and shook quiet a few hands cheerfully as he left the fuel deport, and got into his ship, and settled down for the flight home. As they left an airport something which the polite said arlamed him. "Sorry Sir, we are getting in reports of a Cylon attack......" |
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| Administrator Johnathan Landry | Aug 26 2008, 07:08 PM Post #4 |
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The flight deck was a buzz of activity, pilots got in thier vipers, deck hands prepared vipers for take off, red lights flashed, sirens sounded, and Landry slept. He was sat back in his seat, cockpit open and his feet resting on the console. A deck hand tried to wake him, at first Landry ignored it but after a few seconds it became tedious. "What is it?" Landry asked. "Sir, you need to ready your viper and prepare to launch." The deck hand told told him. "It's probably just a drill." Landry told him and closed his eyes. "We have multiple dradis contacts! They're cylons!" The deck hand said a little flustered. "Then what the frack are we waiting for?" Landry asked. He put his helmet on, closed the cockpit, and waited to be dragged to the launch tubes. He flew through the tube and out in to space, he saw the basestars and the cloud of cylon raiders steaming out of them. He didn't fear them though, he knew his Viper MkVII would take him through it in one piece. He had used the same viper for years, he knew every line, every dent and quirk. He she would bring him out in one piece. Landry opened communications to his vipers. "This is Nova to all viper pilots. Beta squadron keep all cylon raiders away from the Theia. Fry as many toasters as you can. Alpha squadron with me, we're going to take out the nukes before they reach the Theia. Fry toasters if you get the chance but focus on the nukes. And no suicide runs, if needs be the Theia can take a hit or two." Landry told them, the last thing he needed was some hotdog young pilot flying in to a missile in some misguided act of heroics. Landry floated through space like a leaf on the wind, his viper moved with fluidity around cylons and normal missiles towards his mark. His dodged explosions, shot his way through cylons, never waving from his path. He reached the first nuke, it was on his left as he approached. Quickly activating various thrusters and using newtons laws of motion he managed to rotate his viper left. Then as he passed the nuke he rotated round the back of it while firing, always pointing the nose of his viper at the nuke, and it exploded with fury. |
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| Noah Parker | Aug 26 2008, 10:15 PM Post #5 |
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♥liamparker;; Noah Oliver Liam Parker - or Liam as was more commonly preferred by the boy - had always hated traveling through space. Ever since he was little, the boy had gained a real serious objection to flying. Thinking back on it, Liam decided that if someone took out the disorienting FTL Jumps and annoying chatter of the politicians he was constantly forced to sit around, Liam would have actually enjoyed flying. Instead he was almost always stuck with both of those things and so the boy had a tendency to avoid traveling off of the colony. A small smile tugged at the corners of his pink lips, his sky blue eyes gazing out the viewport, taking in the sites of the space around them. This was actually a wonderful trip, the cruise had been a brilliant idea. The ship sailed smoothly, and there was barely any talk of politics at all. Raising his right hand, he placed it gently against the viewport, just to stabilize himself. Just watching everything on the outside made him happy, Liam hadn't seen sights like these in years and so he was quite glad their nanny had forced them onto this trip. The fourteen year old mentally reminded himself to thank his caregiver for organizing the whole trip. She had decided the two boys needed a vacation away from Caprica and so she had purchased tickets for The Quicksilver and told the boys to pack. Well whatever, it had been a nice cruise, it was just good to know that they were finally heading back home. So far the trip had been a sectar and three cycles, no, it wouldn't be much longer until they were home. They would stop here for a bit to refuel the ship before continuing on their journey home. Now, the cruise ship had been next in line for fueling, but well... Liam could see that they were being cut off. The fourteen year old had thought that the whole thing had been plain rude, but getting glance at the interfering ship he almost freaked. A Battlestar, it wouldn't cut in unless something important was going on, especially because they were cutting into a civilian fuel line - he knew enough about the area, becoming well versed in such things from traveling when he was little. No, they wouldn't be doing this unless there really was something important occurring, now the small boy was curious, he wanted answers. Blinking the boy shook his head, 'Ew.. that was almost dad sounding.' Sighing, he let that thought sink back into his mind, Liam absolutely refused to believe he would turn out anything like his father. That thought in itself was terrible and it caused the fourteen year old to think of things he didn't want to. So instead, he decidedly rested his head against the viewport, thankful for the cool feeling brushing up against his skin. He just wanted to go home, being on the ship had been fun and all, but enough was enough. The male closed his eyes, letting his mind and body finally relax, there was nothing to worry about, they would be home soon. "Are you alright, baby bro?" A hand came up, resting on the one he had placed on the viewport, their fingers entwining with his own, while another arm had wrapped itself around his waist. "Ellouise is worried about you, we haven't seen you since breakfast, y'know." The voice sounded almost like his own, but he already knew who it was - Tristan had always been overly concerned for him, even if he was only older by a bit. It had always been this way, he was older, slightly taller and constantly looking out for his baby brother, no one would ever hurt him again. He opened his eyes once more, glancing out the viewport to watch ships floating around, some of their engines warming up and the Battlestar was out and about, its bay doors opening and Vipers emerging from the ship. "Tristan, I'm fine.. just a little tired of the ship, that's all." He could feel his face flushing with embarrassment as his twin nipped softly at his ear. They were rather intimate for brothers, not that he minded - the boy was fine, it was just Tristan after all. Turning his head slightly, he tried to get a look at his brother. "We're in a public area.. don't do this!" His face was burning up, this was way to embarrassing. Tristan smiled calmly, jeez, his brother was so adorable. "Why? Liam, you're so cute when you get worked up.." He placed a soft kiss against his brother's cheek. "Don't worry about it, people won't mind. Besides, its really none of their business as to what we're doing, right?" Liam could only nod, and go back to staring out the window, his fingers gripping his brothers hand only a little tighter than before. This wasn't good, why were the Vipers being sent out? Was there some sort of training mission going on? "Attention passengers, thank you for your patience, but we ask that you bear with us for a little while longer. Under orders from Battlestar Theia, we will be deviating from our original flight path and making an FTL Jump to the coordinates they have provided us. Please do not panic as this will not last long. Thank you and have a nice day." Liam blinked, that was... strange, what was really happening? Then he heard it. Someone across the other side of the room started screaming something about Cylons. "Tristan," he breathed, "what's going on?" Edited by Noah Parker, Aug 27 2008, 02:00 AM.
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| Ben Eldar | Sep 2 2008, 12:07 AM Post #6 |
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CIC was fairly quiet this evening. Ben had been left in charge of the Theia while the CO retreated to his personal quaters. There wasn't a lot to do, just make sure things ran smootly up to the jump. It was much the same as every day really, Ben's career wasn't an especially long one compared to most. He had been placed on the Theia little more than three years ago as it's XO, as Commander Lethler was one of the best CO's in the fleet, and the best to give him his command training. Though the majority of the three years had been spent on routine missions like this, travelling from sector to sector, taking part in the odd military excercise. Nothing to write home about. One of the major things that he had taken from his time here though was the CO's appreciation for the older Galactica class ships, and was somewhat aprehentive about the current refit. It wouldn't be the same ship that he had come to love. It was nearly time for the FTL jump to the refinery to change their fuel suuplies, and the CO needed to be informed, he turned to the CCO. "Inform Commander Lethler that we will be ready to jump soon, and pass on the messages waiting for him" The CCO acknowledged his command and set about his task. The crew where well trained, and under Lethler had learnt to obey orders without second guessing him. A well oiled machine indeed. Eldat queitly pondered what it would have been like to serve with the CO in the Cylon wars all those years ago, but his Career had only spanned the last ten years, not nearly long enough to have served in the war. He wasn't even alive back then, all he had was stories and old footage. The CO appeared on the bridge, and started to sign of the reports. He asked about the Armistics Diplomatic Officer. "His ship's overdue." Eldar informed him "They want someone to head out there and find out what's taking him so long." Sortly after the jump was made, and the usual uneasy feeling passed through him. It wasn't so bad anymore, not as bad when he had first arrived after serving most of his career on Mecury class Battlestars. He had been sick as a dog the first time. Now it was just an uneasy feeling. He would be fine. In less than a second, they where at the refinery, and the CO gave the orders to contact them and prepare for the fuel change. Everything was going as per protocol. -------Zero Hour------- Lethler and Eldar where in discussion about the new refit that they where under going, and where both in agreement that the old stlye CIC's where better, but they would both enjoy the comforts of the newer FTL drives. "Commander?" The voice of the Communications Officer interupted Lethler mid-sentence. He looked up at the comm station and nodded to the officer to indicate they could continue. "Sir, something...something strange just happened." "Something strange?" Lethler prompted, raising an eyebrow as he spoke. "Commander, I was trying to notify Scorpion Fleet Shipyards that we would be leaving the refinery soon but my messages aern't being recieved." "It could just be interference." Ben suggested, glancing at Lethler. He knew what sub-space communication could be like sometimes. "No sir, my messages are getting through. It's just like there's nothing there to recieve them." "I wouldn't be concerned. Scorpia's relay might be down. Keep trying." Lethler turned away from the comm station, looking somewhat puzzled by what he had just been told, but Ben could tell there was no concern in his face. He was about to resume his conversation with the Ben when the Comm officer spoke again, this time clearly alarmed. "Sirs, I have a priority one message from Admiral Nagala....oh Gods..." "What is it?" Lethler asked calmly. The officer's comment had drawn the attention of the entire CIC and for once the room was almost devoid of Human-made noise. "The Admiral reports that massive Cylon attack forces are appearing across the board. Cylon basestars have destroyed Picon Fleet Command and Scorpion Fleet Shipyards are presumed destroyed. Thirty battlestars have been confirmed lost. The Atlantia is moving to Virgon under Nagala's command to launch a counter-offensive. Admiral Nagala orders all Battlestars to converge on Vergon and join the battle." The room seemed to be in a state of shock, all except himself and the CO. He did feel the cold pit of dread building inside of him, but he wouldn't let it bother him. His crew needed him, and they needed the CO aswell, if they paniced, people died. He could cry later into his pillow for all he cared as long as he remained strong now. "DRADIS Contact!" The room was snapped out of its stupor by the call, and everyone became a hive of activity doing what they could to find out what was going on, everyone wanting, needing, to do their bit. They where trained for this, he just hoped they where all prepared for it. "Identify" came the order from Lethler, and the TO and the CCO scambled to try to figure out what the hell was happening, gathering all the information they could. "Commander, DRADIS contact has confirmed Cylon signature - it looks like some form of Basestar sir! ...wait, new DRADIS contacts! Two more Basestars! They're moving towards the mining colony!" Lethler didn't even hesitate in his response. Ben watched in admiration as his CO issued commands. "Set condition one throughout the ship. Launch the alert and reserve Vipers, if it can fly, I want it out there. Tell the CAG his orders are to intercept any small fighter-craft and any missiles from the Basestars." He turned on his heel to face the tactical station before continuing. "Withdraw the fuel lines immediately and seal the pumps. Deploy all main batteries and load every single piece of ammunition we have onboard. I want a firing solution for those basestars and I want it now. Prepare for possible thermonuclear strike protocol." Lethler turned slightly to his right to face the Navigation and Comm officers. "Navigation, get me jump co-ordinates to the nearest colony now. I don't care if it's Caprica, Virgon, Canceron, Scorpia or anywhere else - just get us there. Communications, contact all civilian ships with FTL drive in the vicinity, transmit them our jump co-ordinates and tell them to follow us if they want to live." "What about the ships with sublight engines only, sir? They're atleast 13 without FTL jump drive." the Comm officer replied nervously. "Leave them." Lethler didn't even hesitate in his response. Ben knew that they had to get as many civilian ships out of their as possible. If they wasted time trying to save the other thirteen, then they could all be killed in the process. Lethler moved back to the center control desk and watched DRADIS intently. With every second the three Basestars moved closer, with smaller icons representing launching raider squadrons flying out from them at even faster speeds. Ben stood by his side, watching just as closely, wondering if they would make it out in time, and thinking breifly on his family on Caprica, hoping they would be ok. "Lords of Kobol help us." Lethler muttered to himself so that only Ben could hear him. "We'll sure as hell need them." Ben replied quietly. |
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