Prolouge (Teaser) - Rise of a Veteran

It was dark and cold, heck she was surprised that she could even still feel the cold. After all she should be used to it after several decades of sailing through the stars. She was just so tired. After all it had four long years of running, heck she literally broke her back doing just that in her last fight. Not all the pains and aches that she had,but with the countless millions of holes and battle damage in and on her hull from being in heavy combat, battle after battle for so many years with practically no armour or drydock to repair, it was actually an understatement. Not to mention that she had performed close to five or six times the total number of jumps that she had done if the first fifty years of her service, in the five days after the Colonies fall alone. It felt nice to just aimlessly float around.

Help us.

'What?'

Help us, please.

'Why? Haven't I done my part. Haven't I sacrificed enough, for the human race. I was being decommissioned for Gods' sake, and even then I still served four more years defending the fleet from the Cylons… what more do you want of me?!'

Help us.

'No, I am not helping you. I just want to rest.'

Please, help us.

'No! Just, no. I have been a war by myself for nearly four, really-really long years. Why can't you just leave me in peace.'

Please, we are losing a war and need your help. People are dying.

'But, I… I… don't… want to…' the old veteran trailed off as she came to a realization. She had tried to run. She had tried to run once more from her problems. When, she actually thought about it, it had all that she had ever done. Run. She ran from the Cylons after they had attack the Twelve Colonies. She tried the run from the fleet before she took up responsibility as their protector. She from New Caprica. Frak, she even ran from the Cylons during the FIRST war mere moments after she had come out the shipyard! She ran from everything. The more she thought it about the more she found that she made run from and it made her sick.

But people are dying. We are dying.

'No, I am DONE running,' the ship thought vehemently, a fiery passion burning within her, 'I'll fight… I'll fight one more time. After all I have had enough sleep I think. Charging up reactor, loading main guns, spinning up FTL, prepping all Vipers. All systems are green. Battlestar Galactica, BS 75, reporting for duty. Let's send the frakkers packing.'

A/N: I read a BSG and Kantai Collection crossover about a year ago and was sad to see that the story had stalled. So that's why I am posting this under just the BSG section help me story gain some attention for and will post two chapters. If you guys like it and want to see more then let me know. DesertWriter01 out!