The Twins of BG-99
Holocaust
Chapter One
The Cylons were created by Man.
They were created to make life easier on the Twelve Colonies.
And then the day came when the Cylons decided to kill their masters.
After a long and bloody struggle, an armistice was declared.
The Cylons left for another world to call their own.
A remote space station was built...
...where Cylon and Human could meet and maintain diplomatic relations.
Every year, the Colonials send an officer.
The Cylons send no one.
No one has seen or heard from the Cylons in over forty years....
Until Now.
One day before the attack:
Pandora Gunnery Range:
Battlestar Destiny BS-121:
Commander Jacob 'Mustang' Reading sipped his coffee and set the cup down. Picking up his knife and fork, he started cutting his eggs and sausage up as he read the morning reports. One report had him worried. He wondered what would have made his chief of security commit suicide like he did.
Wiping his mouth, he said, "Colonel, find out what happened to Chief Gomez. I want to know why he did it. He comes from Sagittaron, and they wouldn't kill themselves like that. It's a sin to them! This stinks to high heaven, to me."
Colonel Robert Norris looked up from his reports and then flipped the pages to find what his best friend was talking about. Finding the report, it confused him as well.
Setting his napkin down, he replied, "Yes, it does. I know Tom… I mean knew Chief Gomez very well. This stinks. I'll check right into it."
"Hmmm looks like our sister is joining us," Jacob said as he read the report for his eyes only.
"Which one?"
"Providence, she is joining us to do some testing of her new cannons. As you know, she just finished her refit. She should be here by nineteen hundred hours our time. Tomorrow we will be firing on asteroid nine, and twelve."
"That's all we do is target practice, wish we could get some real combat in," Robert stated as he tossed his napkin on his plate and the steward took it away. He watched as the blond girl sashayed her ass out of the room, and he gulped when she looked over her shoulder at him, and winked.
"Watch it, Tom, or Ginny will have you at an alter before you can say Cylon Baseship," Jacob said with a chuckle and stood up.
The two men walked out of the room as Ginny stared at their backs. Hate flashed in her eyes as she cleared the table and she softly said, "Soon you both will be dead!"
For the next six hours the Destiny pounded the asteroid called 'Mars Fist' with hundreds of cannon shells. Chunks of rock were blasted off the four-mile spherical asteroid and then they were, in turn, pounded into dust. Finally the ships weapons went quiet as Raptor crews flew out to the asteroid and positioned more of the beacons while the ammunition ship Lucky docked with the Destiny, and reloaded her magazines. By eighteen hundred hours, the ship was resupplied with ammo, and the Lucky vanished into FTL to reload from Roanoke Anchorage.
Battlestar Providence BS-122:
Over the planet Scorpio:
Scorpion Shipyards Space Dock 2:
Commander Ike Walrus looked around his CIC. Seeing that everyone was in their place he gave his orders.
"Communications, please tell Scorpion Yards thank you, and that the Providence will be disengaging all umbilical cables, sewage, and external ports in five minutes. All crew is aboard, and all holds are full of supplies."
"Sending now, Sir," the young blond woman said at the communications station and then she looked up, "Sir, Scorpion shipyard responds: 'Good luck, and smooth sailing.'"
"Thank you," Ike replied as he picked up the handset and started talking.
"This is the Commander. Set condition one throughout the ship, I repeat set condition one throughout the ship. We are leaving the space dock in a few moments to join our sister ship the Destiny at the Pandora Gunnery range, for gunnery training. Once finished with gunnery training, Battle Group 99 will start a patrol along the redline for six weeks. I know everyone has noticed the extra crew on board. Well, for the next six weeks, we'll be evaluated by fleet central to see if we're ready. I know we are, you know we are… and they know we are. So I say this: 'So say we all.'"
Ike hung up the handset as the CIC crew replied with, "'So say we all!'"
Ike looked at his XO and said, "Colonel Bex, please disconnect all external power supplies and umbilical cables. Retract the gantry ports, along with the sewage and water mains,"
"Yes, Sir," Colonel Isis Bex replied as she picked up the handset and gave the orders.
"All back one-third power," Ike said. "Twenty percent to portside bow thrusters," Ike ordered, when they were clear of the station.
"Sir, engines at one-third reverse. Firing portside bow thrusters," Engineer officer Lieutenant Mathew Lin replied as he worked at the engineer's station.
"Mathew, where is Captain Hanson?" Ike asked.
"Sir, he's in the infirmary. He fell while working on a scaffold last night and broke his left arm and leg. The doc said he would notify you," Mathew replied as he worked on the engineering panel.
"Must have missed the report in the briefing this morning. Thank you. You may fire portside bow thrusters at one hundred percent and starboard rear thrusters at one hundred percent for thirty seconds. Ten degree climb on the bow planes," Ike ordered as he looked back at the Dradis screen.
"Firing thrusters… now! Ten degree climb," Mathew reported.
The great ship started turning as forty bow and stern thrusters fired at once. Her massive hull shivered as her power plants fueled by the liquid Tylium poured into her reactors.
Ike watched as the Scorpion shipyards fell away on the monitors above the Dradis board. When the monitors were clear, he gave his next orders, "Full power to sublight engines for one hour. When we reach point echo we will engage the FTL drive and jump."
"Yes, Sir," Colonel Bex replied as she watched her charges like a hawk. Spotting Lieutenant Sharon Boils at her station not paying attention, she walked across the room to lean down at the gunner station.
Ike watched as Bex disciplined the young gunnery officer and then turned back to the Dradis board.
Providence slid through space like a fish in water as the hour counted down from leaving the station. Once the counter hit zero she vanished as her FTL drive came on line.
Five hours before the attack:
Pandora Gunnery Range:
Battlestar Destiny BS-121
"Dradis contact!" Lieutenant James Norris said as his board started flashing and then added, "I have fleet recognition. It's the Providence."
Commander Jacob 'Mustang' Reading picked up the handset, and said, "This is Destiny Actual to Providence Actual."
"Providence Actual here. How go the tests, Mustang?" came the reply through the speaker.
"Going good. The new railguns work like a charm or I think so. You can get your opinion tomorrow," Jacob replied.
'The new railguns were made from an experimental metal that was supposed to dissipate the heat a hundred fold faster. So there wasn't a chance for a heat buildup like in the old guns and then they'd be forced to shut down their firepower. If the new guns worked like they're supposed too. The ships could stay in a firefight hours longer than anyone in the fleet… well as long as they had ammo that is,' Jacob thought as he listened to his friend over on his sister ship.
"Good, then tomorrow we shall see. What are the plans for the night?" Ike asked.
"We'll cruise around here for the night. Next set of tests start at oh-seven hundred. You'll be up first and then we'll come in behind you. Target is asteroid 2653 or code named 'Mars Fist' and were supposed to pound it to rubble," Jacob replied.
"Good, how about dinner?" Ike asked.
"Wish I could, but have Captain's mast tonight. Six offenders need sentencing. How about lunch after the tests? Jacob replied.
"Lunch it is. See you then. Providence out," Ike said as he cut the circuit.
"Colonel Norris, I'll see you in an hour," Jacob said as he left the CIC to change into his dress uniform.
Ten minutes before the attack:
Pandora Gunnery Range:
Battlestar Destiny BS-121
For the last five minutes, Jacob watched as Providence tore into the asteroid, her main guns were ripping huge chunks out of the rock and hurtling them into space that was a thousand miles away from her. Providence turned and banked around the asteroid, firing her guns again and again. The Destiny followed her sister ship around and behind her. She was staggered below her and seventy percent of her railguns were pointing to her starboard side. Hanging out of range was the ammunition ships Lucky and Whisper, which were packed full of ammo for the new guns.
"Bring our weapons online and start firing when…"
"Sir, flash message from Picon headquarters, they report they're under…" he never finished as Ensign Ginny Sanders stood up from her Dradis station. Grabbed the marine's head beside her and with a quick jerk of her small hands, she snapped his neck and killed him. Before anyone had the chance to move, she yanked his assault rifle out of his dead hands, spun around and started shooting everyone in the CIC.
Jacob felt fire rip through his torso as four bullets hit him in his chest and he flew backwards over the Dradis board. Bullets bounced off the wall as the blond spread havoc in the room. Three more bridge crew went down before they started reacting and Robert grabbed his pistol and was yanking it out of his holster when she turned on him.
"Ginny…" he started to say as he brought the pistol up and pain lanced through his head as the bullet hit him. He was dead before he hit the deck with a hole between his eyes.
Ginny was turning on the last three humans when the door was kicked open and three marines stormed in. Bullets flew across the room and she went down under a hail of bullets. A smile graced her beautiful face, as she knew she had completed her mission.
Ten minutes before the attack:
Pandora Gunnery Range:
Battlestar Providence BS-122
"Hard a starboard! Fire as soon as you have a weapons lock," Ike said as he watched the Dradis screen.
Providence seemed to shudder and slide to the starboard as the ship fired. Shells exploded as they hit the rock, some punched through the solid mass of rock and flew off into space. Some of the railguns missed their target or barely hit, knocking giant slabs of rock off.
"Adjust heading by three more degrees to port. And fire again," Ike ordered with a frown.
"Firing," came the reply from the gunner's station.
"Sir, I'm receiving a flash priority from Picon fleet head…"
The young ensign sitting at the console flew backwards as Ensign Jamie Heart pulled her pistol and killed him with one round to his head.
Before the marines could respond, she was out of her seat, and had fired two more rounds. One hit the XO in the throat, ripping it out and killing the woman before she could blink. The second round hit Commander Ike Walrus in the left shoulder, hurtling him away from the Dradis station. Six more shots rang out and the three marines went down as she moved and kicked one of the CIC crew as he lunged for one of the fallen marines' guns. The kick hurled the two hundred pound man across the room.
Lieutenant Sharon Boils yanked her pistol out of her holster and turned towards her roommate. Before she could level the pistol, she was staring at her friend. "Jamie why?"
"Death to humans!" she snapped out and was pulling the trigger when the side of her head exploded.
Sharon stood in shock for a second, and then ran to her boss and checked him out. Pulling a handkerchief from her back pocket, she folded it as tears ran down her face. Slipping it inside the shirt, it turned red instantly as he lowered his pistol.
"Sir, you need to get to medical," she stated.
"I will. Get me up," he ordered.
Sharon helped pull her commander to his feet. He stood there swaying as he looked around at the carnage. Everyone was dead but he and Sharon as far as he could tell.
"Check them. I'll see what the message was," Ike said as he staggered over to the communications station and went down on one knee as he pulled the headset off the communications officer.
Listing to the message, he gasped out at what he was hearing and then the training took over. Climbing to his feet, blood pouring out his wound, he walked to his chair and sat down as he fumbled with the handset.
"Attention all hands. We've just received a message that Picon Fleet headquarters has been destroyed. This wasn't an accident. We have been attacked by the Cylons. Admiral Nagala has transferred his command to the Atlantia and is engaging the enemy. All ships are ordered to report to his location over Virgon for the counter attack…" Ike started coughing up blood as Sharon took the handset.
"We need medical personal and a CIC crew up here. The captain has been shot…" she stopped talking as an alarm sounded. Turning she ran to the Dradis board and looked in horror as hundreds of contacts started appearing. Grabbing the handset, she screamed in it, "Enemy fighters to starboard. Open fire!"
While the Providence turned her massive weapons to starboard, the Destiny continued on her heading. Providence open fired at the incoming Raiders. Her new armament belched death at the incoming fighters, ripping scores out of the air before they could get in range.
Sharon yelled her encouragement as the enemy ships were swatted out of space and then she watched in horror as systems started shutting down. Running to the computer stations, she watched as the virus took effect. Realizing what was happing, she started typing as fast as she could. Systems around the ship went into standby mode as she deflected the attack to subsystems. Weapons stations went to local control as she watched as the forward part of the ship vented her atmosphere. With a snarl building in her throat, she ripped engineering out of the loop and the secondary CIC station. Grabbing the handset, she could hear the oxygen being vented from the rooms as she waited for engineering to pick up.
"Engineering here what the frak is going on?" Lieutenant Mathew Lin asked.
"Mathew, you have the ship. Everything from the frame two hundred to the bow is off line and venting space. We were hacked through the CNP, which probably affects the vipers as well. Don't launch them... Matt, everyone on the bridge is dead or dying. Weapons are in local control… it's the Cylons," she stammered out as dizziness washed over her and she hit the deck.
Around the ship, every weapon was firing in local control. The rail guns had finished turning and started firing at the baseships at long range. A dozen rounds hit the first ship and it blew apart as its refined Tylium in the ships fuel tanks acted like a bomb. The guns turned on the second baseship and started firing. The rounds were almost to it when it vanished into FTL taking the remaining fighters with it.
Minutes into the attack:
Pandora Gunnery Range:
Battlestar Destiny BS-121
Destiny was locked in a turn that took her around the asteroids as systems started shutting down. Captain Andrew Lin watched as the virus rammed its way through his firewalls. Turning his head, he shouted, "Yank the engineering computers from the network!"
"What? We do that and…"
"And we'll be just like the old Battlestars, if we don't, we're dead," he snarled and ran for the computer core. Grabbing a fire axe off the wall, he stepped behind the computer station and slammed it into the junction box. Sparks started flying as he hit the lock again and it popped open. With a third swing, he shattered the delicate components, severing the system. Around him, lights went off, but the one thing it did was sent a power spike back through the system and frying the main computer, which shut down the venting before it could kill everyone.
Around the ship, systems shut down as the virus did its deadly work as explosions were heard from the detonating missiles. A five-megaton warhead hit the bow, and the ship lurched to port as the missile eradicated the bow with deadly radiation.
"Frak, we need the auto defense guns online," Andrew said as he ran to the emergency CIC room right down the hall as the ship healed over from another missile hit.
As suddenly as the attack started, it was over as the Destiny slipped past the asteroid called 'Mars Fist,' and the Cylon Raiders started jumping as her engines finally died.
Ten minutes after the attack:
Pandora Gunnery Range:
Battlestar Providence BS-122
Lieutenant Mathew Lin watched on the monitor as the last of the Raiders jumped. Turning to his engineering crew, he shouted, "Ok, they're gone. But they'll be back. Let's get what we can up and running. One thing we need is the flight pods so we can launch our vipers…"
"Sir, what about the CIC and the bow?" Chief Michelle Howards asked.
"Michelle, I want you to lead a team to the CIC and see if anyone is still alive, and find out what the frak is going on up there. Corporal Hawk, I want you to get your team together, and start checking the decks. We need to know how…" he stopped talking as the handset squealed beside him.
Picking the set up, he said, "Engineering, Lin speaking.
"This is Lieutenant Mike Davidson of Hawk Squadron; I'm in the starboard flight pod. Can we get some power to extend the bay so we can launch?"
"Sorry Lieutenant Davidson, the computers that control the pods are off line due to the virus attack. I'm trying to get them back online right now as well as the other systems. We barely survived the virus attack down here and have limited control. Emergency CIC is up and running and I'm on my way there. We have point defense and heavy railguns online. Missiles are off line, I'm trying to get them back online as well."
"We need to get in the air!" Wishbone snarled.
"Even if you could get in the air, the bridge ordered us not to launch because if what affected us through the CNP would have affected the Vipers as well. So for right now all planes are grounded until we can go over them and reinstall the old CNP program. Got it?"
While he was talking, Michelle was working at her computer station trying to reboot systems. She had been bringing small systems online, the galley, laundry, and she had been able to shut all the vents in the ship to save what air they had left.
"Look…"
"No, you look. What will you do when your fighters shut down and you watch as the enemy blows them out of the air?"
"Sir, I have the Destiny on the horn as well as the Lucky and Whisper… Sir, flight pods are extending," Chief Michelle Howards shouted.
"Good, send to Lucky and Whisper to land in our flight bays, soon as they're down. Close them again..."
"Sir, you want to land fully loaded munitions ships in our bays while we're at war?" Michelle asked as she listened to the handset.
"Yes, because we will need that ammo to protect the Destiny until she at least gets her weapons back online…"
"Sir, your brother suggests they transfer to the Providence. He states the ship has taken heavy damage, their FTL is offline and there is no way to repair it at this time," Michelle said.
Mathew stopped what he was doing and looked at the Chief and thought for a second before responding. "Very well, tell them to extend bays, and we'll send our raptors to transfer the crew…"
"He says they have no power on the bays except for the gravity plates. Everything else is off line."
"Frak! Then we'll have to do an emergency dock. Jackson, Anderson, Vermont, and Michelle, follow me to the emergency CIC," he replied as he left the room.
Mathew jogged down the hallway towards the emergency CIC, behind him, the three ensigns and the chief followed. Yanking the hatch up, he slid down to the next deck and started running again. As he came to the door, he grabbed the wheel and spun it open. After two hundred spins it was unlocked for them to pull it open. Then Mathew and his fellow crewmen grabbed the hand bars and started pulling. As the door opened, air flooded into the room. When it was open enough for them to slip into the room, they found a room of horror. Draped over the consoles were the CIC crew, some had clawed at the door to get it open, while others had died at their stations, suffocating as the air was leached from the room.
"Ensigns Anderson, Jackson, remove the bodies. Ensign Vermont, you have the helm. Michelle you have communications, I'll take Dradis," Mathew ordered.
Mathew looked at the Dradis board and started touching icons. On a side screen, it showed the Lucky and Whisper heading for the landing bays. Tapping another screen, he found the Destiny; she was sitting behind 'Mars Fist' surrounded by wreckage that had been blown off her hull. It looked like a third of her heavy railguns were scrap and her portside landing bay was ripped open. The good thing was, her bays were closed and that would allow them to dock.
"Hank, take us over to the Destiny, one quarter speed. We need to come up behind her and hover with our engines just above hers. Once we're there bring us to a dead stop and gently lower us until we're ten feet from the ship. Once there, I'll give you more orders," Mathew said as he started deploying the escape trunks.
Across the bottom of the ship forty escape trunks lowered from the hull until they extended ten feet below the ship. Several Dradis antennas slid up into the hull, while the ventral railguns turned to face bow and aft. They then slid up into their recesses to make the bottom of the ship flush.
"Sir, what about the Destiny's railguns?" Michelle asked as she watched her monitor.
"That's why I brought ours in. With ours in, we should be fine… slow her down Hank," Mathew said as he worked on preparing the ship for docking.
"Ok," Michelle replied and then cursed as she was kicked out of another system, "Frakking Cylons. Well, there are two ways to skin a program."
"What's wrong Michelle?" Hank asked.
"This program is a bitch. Whoever designed it was smart," she said.
"Frakking toasters. Hope the fleet is kicking their asses all over the colonies," Mathew said as he gripped the joystick for thruster control and added, "Hank, release all thruster controls.
"Sir, I don't think they are. If this virus hit us this bad, think of how bad it caught the fleet. Especially with half of it in dock…" she stopped talking as the ship lurched and came to a stop. On the display board, green icons started coming on as the forty escape trunks locked together.
The speakers came to life as Captain Andrew Lin's voice came on, "This is Destiny we show good seals on all escape trunks. Hello Matt."
"Heya Andy, let's get your crew over here, I don't want to be here too long if the toasters come back…"
"Dradis contact!" came over the speaker.
Mathew turned to his board and stared in shock as hundreds of fighters appeared and started launching missiles. The guns that could bear turned and started firing their flak rounds at the incoming ships as hundreds of missiles started coming in.
The ship lurched as missiles started slamming into the two ships as alarms started sounding. On the damage control boards, stations started turning red from damage being inflicted.
"Radiological warnings, we have incoming nukes!" Hank shouted over the sound of detonations.
"Mathew, get out of here!" Andrew shouted.
"Andy…"
"No listen, we can't jump. We can't fight! All we can do is die. You can run and fight at another time. Repair your systems and get going. Save our people and run. I believe we've lost this one," Andrew said.
"I love you big brother. Providence salutes those on the Destiny, goodbye," he replied as he hung up the handset.
Tears were running down his face as he gave the next order, "Michelle, disengage the trunks, prepare to FTL."
"Disengaging…"
Everyone went flying as the nuke hit the side of the ship just forward of the starboard flight pod. The waves of molten plasma, heat and gases along with a massive dose of radiation surrounded the two ships and quickly dissipated leaving both ships burning. The automatic defense weapons came online once again and started firing flak rounds.
Climbing back to his feet, Mathew looked at the damage control boards and froze. All the trunks were offline and he knew they were now dead.
"Frak!"
"Mathew, you'll have to do an emergency jump. You'll take damage, but you should get away. Now spool up your FTL!"
"Spooling, we'll see you in hell," Mathew said as he watched the counter count down. Looking at the board, he saw it was green and reached out for the key as he whispered, "Goodbye, Andrew."
Providence's FTL spun up to full power as missile after missile hit the massive ship. A nuke went off, setting off three more coming in right behind it as Mathew turned the key and…
First Edited by Bill Lewis
Final Edit By TeNderLoin
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