Descent to Hell

Day 1 after Operation Raptor Talon

"My fraking body's shot to hell, you fraking moron!"

Lieutenant Ronald Pinkerton had every bone in his body literally smashed into dust. His jaw was wired shut and his was barely able to walk.

"Captain, we're going to replace the bones over the next few weeks."

"Then put me on morpha!"

Ron hopped into the wheelchair.

"Get the doctors ready; the brass wants to talk to me first."

Ron rolled his injured body into the doctor's office where Colonel Zeus Avalonia had taken over.

The 22-year old Captain tried to salute his superior.

"Don't, Lieutenant. You'll just hurt yourself more."

The 55-year old Colonel turned to look at Ron.

"Never considered that when you ordered me to show the Cylons the Tauron Two-Step, did you?"

Zeus smirked at the insane pilot.

Hence his rather odd callsign: Psycho.

He took on a Cylon Baseship with a damaged Mk. I Viper, one of the last of its' kind, and hit the nuclear missiles stored in the Baseship from within.

Hence his current situation.

"What do you want, Colonel?"

"I'm being promoted to Commander soon: SpecOps. And I need the best pilot."

"Call Adama. I'm getting my bones replaced."

"William Adama left the military today. You're the best we've got."

Ron coughed up a bit of blood.

"What's the mission?"

"Long range recon: 10 years at least."

"And if it goes to 40?"

"We'll assume you're dead. You're to scout a large section of the galaxy: way past the Red Line."

"Are you that fraking insane? The armistice-"

"Is a temporary ceasefire. We need you to find a safe place from the Cylons if the bastards decide to attack the Colonies."

Ron cried in pain.

"Ron, are you alright?"

The lieutenant shook his head.

"Too much pain, not enough morpha."

"We'll be giving you the Mk. IV Raptor prototype. By the way, doesn't your family make ambrosia?"

"200 grain: not stuff you want to touch."

3 weeks later

Ron's skull felt like it was about to explode.

"Please tell me that that was the last one."

The doctor shook his head.

"Your mission will have to wait, Lieutenant. We still have to replace your skullcap." "Can I at least get some proper painkillers?"

"Sir, morpha's useless; you're just, well, too big." "Then get me a bottle of the stuff in storage! A Pinkerton ambrosia bottle."

"You're actually from that family?"

"There's only one Pinkerton family in all the Colonies, you moron! If you've got the abortion stuff, I'll take that, too."

"People die when drinking that!"

"I made it, I've drunken it, and I'll drink it." The doctor looked at him.

"You made that?"

Ron looked back.

"There's a warning on the bottle, you know. 'Unless you are within 6 feet of a hospital, do not drink this. You will die.'"

The surgeon just walked off.

Then he heard Commander Zeus Avalonia walk up to him, bottle in hand.

"You made this stuff? Damn, you make good fraking ambrosia!"

Ron smirked.

"Well, at least someone drinks my ambrosia. So, care to tell me why you aren't dead?"

"Lack of respect for your superiors?"

"I'm normally more respectful; blame the lack of painkillers."

"Your surgery's in a few hours. Care for a drink?"

Ron chuckled.

"Sure. As long as you tell me why you're still alive."

"Agreed! Follow me, Lieutenant."

Nearby Bar: 2 hours later

Ron downed another round of his deadly ambrosia.

Everyone was looking at the pair drinking the killer liquid.

"You're an Avalonia? Shit! They're the only family that can even try and out-drink the Pinkertons!"

Zeus chuckled.

"We've tried and failed, but it's the challenge that drives us! We're rivals, but we are still friends."

Ron chuckled.

"So, what am I supposed to do? Find Kobol?"

"If you find it, mark it down, but you're just a scout. Chart the galaxy on your path and if you run into the Cylons-"

"Just tell the frakers I'm on a charting mission, blah, blah, blah."

Ron downed another glass.

1 week later

Ron's original skeleton couldn't be removed, so they made it so that it would regrow on the titanium one.

He was now ready for duty.

Clad in his flight suit, Ron stepped into the Raptor Mk. IV prototype.

"Your course is straight ahead, Ron."

Ron sighed as he put on his helmet.

"I know that, Zeus. Now, let me do my job."

"I wasn't stopping you. Remember, our knowledge of this galaxy is limited, so-"

"Zeus."

"Yeah?"

"No offence, but you're a bit of a windbag."

"Family problem."

"Yeah, right."

Zeus wasn't gone by the time Ron got to the cockpit.

"I'm going now."

"Oh, right."

Ron sighed.

"Crazy old man."

Beginnings are short, but in this case, it explains everything.

Ron's titanium skeleton is the result of a stupid, moronic attack of a Cylon Baseship; Zeus was the one who sent Ron on a mission to map the galaxy, and they became quick friends; And Ron was given a prototype Raptor to go map the Milky Way.

This is a miniseries, so don't expect the chapters to be too long, and I won't be covering everything Ron did; just the major things, like his discovery of Colonial Earth and of the Earth of Gundam Seed.

Next Time on Descent to Hell: 60 days into Ron's mission, he discovers a nuked Earth, and he explores the planet for a few days.

Adama: "The explanation of Ron going crazy. This won't explain everything." Athrun: "It will explain Ron's involvement in Gundam Seed, and this will do just that." Kira: "He'll have to return to the Colonies sooner then later." Shinn: "He'll go back later, and when did you show up?" Kira: "When I shot Baltar."

Enjoy the miniseries! Ja Ne!