Chapter 1

Legend

A\N I don't know as much about galactica as I want to so please don't laugh if I get stuff mixed up please.

It was early in the morning standard time on the super Battlestar, Nova. Her crew rushed to prepare for there shifts. On the bridge, Commander Frase seemed weary to his crew. His usually neatly combed hair was uncombed and his dark eyes seemed tired of something. "Power up the FTL Drive, Set a course for the Derange system. come in on the edge." Frase ordered his crew.

"Yes sir!" lieutenant Joe "Grenjo" Reda Replied calmly. He masterfully typed on his lightly glowing console. His short cropped hair was a light red in color. He always said: "if you can't remember my last name look at my hair."

"Terenge?" Grenjo asked, "You forgot to turn of the security lockout for the repair of the FTL drive."

"My apologies, Grenjo, Just give me a sec." Terenge said her Blonde hair flopping in front of her eyes. She was the ships security officer, and Grenjo was the helm officer. "There lockout removed, sorry 'bout that."

"S okay." He grunted "There course set and transmitted to the civilian ships." He said.

"Good, get ready were going first. Get the pilots in the vipers, I want to be ready to fight when we pop out of transit." Frase growled.

"Sir, all pilots ready, vipers prepped for launch." The C.O, George "Bomb boy" Gregory, announced. He was a tall dark skinned man with a neatly shaved head.

"Good, go when ready." Frase said the wear showing clearly in his voice. In a second they traveled a hundred light years thanks to the new experimental upgrades to the FTL drive. Then they popped back into normal space.

"SIR! Enemy base ships! Were surrounded!!" the second in command, First lieutenant Joey Trebltock Yelled in surprise. His dark red hair was slicked back on his head, his small eyes were ultra sensitive to light thanks to a drug his mother did while she was pregnant, so he always wore sunglasses. He ran sensors and DRADIS.

"Launch vipers! Turn the ship at sixteen degrees!"

"Sixteen degrees, aye, commander." Grenjo replied.

"Sir Vipers launched! All turrets activated!" Joey yelled to be heard in the commotion on the bridge.

"Every body shut up!!" Frase yelled. Then when everything was quiet he asked: "Joey what's there positions?"

"There at twelve, four, six, eight, and ten. And the vipers will engage the raiders in thirty seconds. Sir, Orders?" there was as sickening moment as the commander thought about the odds.

"Time until the civilian ships jump?" Frase demanded

"Two minutes, sir." Joey quickly responded so fast that Frase was caught off guard. Frase leaned over and pushed the ship wide transmission button.

"This is Commander Frase, everybody, lock and load." He said loudly over the speakers. "Grenjo get us in firing range of as many base stars as possible, Joey prep raptors for launch, Bobby get me a firing solution! Come on lets move it people!" everyone started typing on there consoles furiously. Bobby, the youngest member on the bridge was a math magician and could do math almost as quickly and accurate as a computer. He has short cropped black hair and dark eyes.

"Raptors prepped!"

"Firing solution ready!"

"In firing position of three base stars, sir!" they all announced at the same time.

"Sir, the Vipers are engaged!" Joey shouted. On the large screen over the coordination table was the DRADIS radar. It showed the location of the base stars, Vipers, and raiders. "Sir enemy Resurrection ship at eleven o clock!" Joey reported.

"I want those raptors to engage the raiders only where needed. Equip them with proton bombs, and get me some escorts." Frase said civilly to Joey. Joey nodded and started typing commands. "Bobby, Fire all turrets at target C." He ordered. Bobby also being the firing coordinator replied:

"Firing, Sir!" the simple tiny projectiles fired out of their fairly large turrets. The projectiles sailed and hit the base star on the center. Massive explosions rippled on its hull. The ship returned fire but its own weapons ripped it apart by force. The ship broke in half and one half started drifting to one of the base stars. The ship immediately started moving away from the large chuck of debris. "Fire at will, Bobby, and Joey send the raptor/bombers to target E!"

"Yes sir!" Joey briskly replied typing as fast as he could to order the raptors to the base star at ten o clock.

"Time until civilian ships jump?" Frase quickly asked.

"T-minus Forty-five seconds, Sir!" Joey shouted.

"Send a message tell them to wait for five extra minutes."

"Yes sir!" sergeant Terrance "Trace" Folla, the com officer replied typing the message quickly.

"Fire at all targets at will!" Frase bellowed. The crew responded quickly working on there stations.

"Sir! The Cylons are retreating!" Joey shouted over all the commotion.

"That's not like the Cylons." Frase said but Joey didn't acknowledge so he assumed he didn't hear him. "Every one SHUT UP!" Frase yelled at the top of his lungs. The bridge quickly went to an eerie silence. "Now are you sure they aren't just gathering reinforcements, lieutenant?"

"Yes sir, their exbound vector doesn't match any known gathering point of the Cylon forces." Joey replied after a slight pause.

"Send a message to the civilian ships, and get me a damage report." He ordered. Nobody moved at all. "Well what are you waiting for? Get to work!" Frase said loudly.

"Sir?" Trace asked quietly.

"Yes, sergeant?" Frase asked loudly.

"I intercepted an encrypted message from the Cylons." He said slowly, as if reconsidering telling him. "It says something about a divine alien race." Trace said louder and more confident.

"Play the message on speakers." Frase told Trace. He nodded and tapped a few controls on his console.

"This is Beta Prime contacting Alpha Delta," the robotic voice stated. "Your forces are needed in the rejdfhdjhfdja systef dhschdfhlshfhkjh"

"Sorry sir but the decrypt can't get the rest of the message, it's as if the toasters suddenly changed the encrypt scheme." Trace stated.

"Get me a fix where it came from, sergeant." Frase said. "I'll be in my quarters." He stated then he walked out of the bridge.

One hour later Trace had an idea. "What if these "Divine beings" are the same race documented back when the thirteen tribes were still around."

"What race?" Grenjo asked.

"The Terbians, they supposedly, if you can find them, can wipe out anything."

"Anything?"

"Yes Sir, anything, but it's only legend." Trace stated blankly.

"Get the captain; we know what they might have found."

End of chapter 1