Divulgence: A Battlestar Galactica Alternative History
By: Samothrace
Space. Cold dark, lit only by the silhouettes of distant and near stars. It is through this black sea above that the remnants of the Twelve Colonies sail to the far-off and mythical haven of Earth.
Ahead of the fleet, flies a lone Raptor. The sight of it is only seen to us because of the slight glint that it gives off when the rays of the nearby orange sun reflect off of its brown skin. Inside we find the ECO Raphael "Errie" Bryne scan the surround area through his monitors.
"Nothing so far," Errie muttered to Heaventouched, this particular Raptor's pilot.
"Roger, keep on looking," Heaventouched said back, continuing to keep the Raptor's flight straight, which wasn't hard considering no outside forces were impeding the gunship's flight.
Errie grumbled silently to himself. While he had worked with Heaventouched many times, he just wished that she would say something. In all of the five years that Errie worked with her on the Pegasus, she never said anything to fill in the silence, like "How's it going," or "Boy talk about Cain."
While he would've been more annoyed at her talking incessantly, he just wished that she said something once in a while. It didn't help that she was a pretty thing too.
Gods I just wish I met her outside of the military... Errie thought longingly.
!BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!
"Picking up something!" Errie shouted off as he readied the defenses just in case. He sent relays to the Fleet, while arming some missiles. They weren't much, but it was certainly better then having nothing to shoot at the enemy.
"How many targets!" Heaventouched shouted in the coms.
"I don't know…looks like 2, 3…no wait…I'm picking up 3 targets."
"How long till visual range?"
"About…10 seconds."
Heaventouched tensed up. It wasn't the first time she picked encountered bogies. In fact she rather Errie and her pick them up rather then some poor rookie and get slaughtered trying to figure out whether they should run or not then actually execute an action.
Ever since Dragonfly...
Heaventouched phased herself out of her thoughts when Errie said something to her.
"What is it Errie?"
"I said they're in visual range now!"
"Be prepared to jump if their raid…ers…" Heaventouched said slowly as she saw the targets.
Mark VIIs. Three, Mark VII Vipers, flying in a tight formation, zoomed past them only to perform a 180 and form around them in an escort position.
"We're getting a c-call from the fighters. They're most definitely Colonial Defense." Errie said.
"Patch them through." Heaventouched agreed.
The line had static, until a voice rang through.
"Nice to see someone else for once. What you guys doing out here so far?" said one of the pilots, a smooth sounding male.
"Just surviving. How did you guys get out here?" Errie said back with relief in his voice.
"Well I'll tell you about it when we meet up follow us." The pilot said back.
The four ships flew in their Y formation, with the Raptor in the center and the three Vipers forming around it. After at least an hour's worth of flight, The four came upon it. Another surviving fleet of ships.