An: ok I'm trying again so flamers…. Be gentle!
Somewhere above the Catara quadrant
22:36
2 days after the invasion of the cylons
Lee Adama was showing the signs of stress from the thoughts that weighed on him. His face was a picture of misery. The fleet had spent the past day jumping through the galaxy. They had been jumping to find an area where they could stop to regroup and formulate a plan.
"Hey what wrong?" dualla asked as she observed Dradis for more signs of Cylon activity.
"I can't help but think about all the people we left on New Caprica. On top of that, the fleet has jumped into different areas, I'm amazed we've managed to find as much of the fleet as we have. For all we know the rest have been killed." Lee said as he sighed
Suddenly Dualla shouted "I'm picking up something else up on Dradis… they found us…it's the Cylon fleet!" Their sleek metallic hulls glinted from the suns… and the flashes from their launch bays as raiders poured from their launch wings. The ship shuddered and screams filled the air.
"Nuclear detonation. All forward batteries have firing solution commander." The helm controller shouted.
"All batteries fire." Lee shouted over the claxons as nuclear detonations sounded off the port side of the Pegasus. "Commence jump prep. Bring any remaining wings home."
Aboard the Galactica the situation was worse.
"Sir the drives are offline!" Lt. Gaeda shouted.
"Lee, we're sitting ducks here, our drives are offline and were losing our structural integrity on our right side. We need you to concentrate your fire one the basestar at coordinates 1-3-0."
"Yes sir we'll have them frakkin runnin, out." Lee replied " cancel prep and concentrate the batteries on the given coordinates. Helm… tell the vipers to cover the Galactica's top side… we're running out of time."