AN: Hey everyone I'm only going to do this once, I don't own anything related to Battlestar Galactica: 2003 only my OC description and personality are my own!

Azod Orbital Reserve Fleet Station
Slip 06
Phoenix class Dreadnaught
'FARCRY'

Lieutenant Liam Stryker, walked the usual routes using measured steps, his composure calm and collected, aged in his mid twenties, the acting CO of the Dreadnaught 'FARCRY' till such time as all reserve ships were to be called into action.
Liam loved the aged girl; standing at a proud 3667 metres in length, 1286 metres in beam and 743 metres in height, armed with old styled double heavies and the now supposedly obsolete single ultra heavies both which ran off the old styled LOS system, supplemented with masses of crewed Anti fighter batteries; the 'FARCRY' was built with a honeycombed superstructure made of high grade Titanium A2 With matching Hull configuration that was 1360cm thick with additional lead lining for radiation shielding, best of all in Liam's eyes her systems ran off an Analogue like system, meaning no networked systems, no chance of a Cylon software hack.
But what made this vessel truly formidable was the reactor that ran the vessel, for this particular model of dreadnaught the necessary space required for a vertical core was highly impractical, instead the research and development 'egg heads' redesigned the core for it to become horizontal becoming less of a liability and more of an advantage, the scale of the core allowed the installation of fourteen nacelles instead of the predicted ten.

The Lieutenant could be described by the crew as somewhat a solitary man, he enjoyed the peace of mind he had when posted on the reserves or derelicts often allowing the crew to somewhat slack in uniform regulations; he however expected the ship to be operational at any given moment, he even had the skeleton crew running war time simulations and boarding action mock ups.
Often pitting the 'FARCRY's' sister ship 'FALLEN's' crew against his own, but what all people always took notice of was his left-eye eye patch and Cylon like arm that had long since replaced his own, the chrome appendage was heavily modified using some black market tech he gained through "friends in high places" most would shrug this off, but Liam was inside in a state of cold rage, simply because of the fact he was of his Sagittarian origin, his own people shunned him for using 'un-holy' medical methods to save his distinguished career.

Liam slicked back his hair using his chrome right hand before unlocking the CIC hatch and stepping through. "Commanding Officer, on the deck!" Barked Liam's long standing friend, XO and his wingman since he joined the colonial navy Lauren Cain daughter to Admiral James Cain and younger cousin to Helena Cain, a slim yet toned female that often turned male heads her way, brunette with Tauron origins and a fiery attitude to boot. "At ease, anything to report XO?"

"CMO Franklin has four of our engineering crew in med bay due to a minor overload, Chief Engineer Wilkins has a team repairing the issue; otherwise everything is ship shape Lieutenant."

Liam gave a curt nod in response to the report, rolling his shoulder somewhat releasing a grunt in annoyance, for one reason or another the Lieutenant would suffer Glial-tissue build up and would often at times service the shoulder joint giving him discomfort for the next hour or so. "Service and cleaned I take it?"

"You know it Lauren, Glial-tissue is dangerous if not treated."

"I should it's not the first time your body has rejected a cybernetic replacement." The Lieutenant ran his left hand subconsciously over his rugged eye patch, before taking his station at the war table. "Don't remind me..."

"Alright sir what's your order?"

"I want our reserve pilots running simulations in their birds, especially those piloting Rhino's don't want them getting too confident in their supplemental armour absorbing all their blows; those birds are tough not invincible." Lauren nodded picking up the PA phone.
"Alright Dradis I want you to perform standard Dradis Extended Sweeps (DES) for the next hour, see if we're suffering anymore glitches."

"Aye sir." Responded the lead Dradis officer, at they began performing their tasks. "Commander, all pilots are running simulations sir." Responded Lauren as she put her wireless back on its base.

"Thank you Lauren, are you up for lunch at say seventeen-hundred hours?" Lauren placed her hands upon her hips. "Not too sure sir is this, a formal lunch or private?" She teased in front of the crew. "Not too sure yet, depends if you put your favourite thong on you like to entice me with." The Lieutenant Commander responded with a fox like grin on his face.

Lauren blushed up a storm as various male crewmen and some female crewmen including the posted guards started wolf whistling. "Oh sir this means war..." She said whilst still blushing, with her commanding officer laughing up a storm.
"Alright ladies and gents back to your duties; I want a standard report before we begin to depart on another mock engagement against the Fallen." A round of Aye sirs was his given reply from the crew.

The next few given hours was rather mundane as the Lieutenant Commander set to work signing various reports and such, before handing them back to their respective officer. "Sir I have something to report, Armistice Station has failed to report in, it's been twenty minutes and the automated beacon has not given its signal, and knowing that particular beacon's operating system, it'll have set off a different three coded tone if it was suffering a maintenance issue, but it has just gone dark, all hails on the E-band have not been responded to."

The Lieutenant Commander rushed towards his post beside the 'war table' picking up his wireless before barking down the mouthpiece. "Action stations, Action stations, this is not a drill, all crews report to your posts!" Flicking several switches beside the base for the wireless, he flipped over to fleet-wide communication. "Tom this is Liam, Action stations, this is not a drill, commence war time operations; expect unwelcome chrome jobs to drop in to visit!" Before hearing a reply he slammed the wireless down. "Report!"

"We've been using wartime protocols to drain the anchorage dry of all fuel, station personal are evacuating to the nearest ship in a berth, getting them active in record time, seems like all those wartime simulations have beat it into the stations' crew to be efficient in their duties sir." Responded Lauren as she went to work on checking the fleet's status.

"Deployment status?" Asked the Lieutenant Commander. "All ships have a capable skeleton crew aboard; our eight stationed Centurion class cruisers are taking fuel as we speak, alongside the Centurions we have 12 Europa class Destroyers also taking on fuel, all ships have a full armament of the old Ultra heavy rounds for the single Ultra Heavy Rail Guns, however every ship had their Double Heavy shells recycled throughout the fleet, and every ship has around forty percent of their Anti Fighter battery munitions." Responded Lauren in a professional manner.

Crew scrambled to their posts as they readied for conflict, marines took to their postings at every available chokepoint towards any key system within the ship, ready to repel Cylon boarders if necessary, Pilots scrambled to their fighters as deck officers set to arm their 'birds' with live munitions.

"As soon as we're capable break our moorings and take us clear of the berth, helm best capable speed." The Helmsmen nodded in acknowledgment to the given order. Suddenly there was a shudder that shook the very superstructure signalling that the 200 various moorings broke from their catches throughout the hull.
Soon the gravity compensated for the shift in direction as the reactor shunted the whole vessel into reverse, clearing the berth in less than forty seconds; this was followed by the FARCRY's sister ship the FALLEN both vessels achieving a full one hundred and fifty thousand mile gun range perimeter on all given vectors allowing a fifty thousand mile missile interception region to protect the station.

Soon the Cruisers and Destroyers were deployed between the two dreadnaughts as the remaining station crew set the stations defensive guns on automatic before evacuating via Raptor transport.

Not an hour later did several bright flashes appear within the dreadnaughts weapons range, several 'Y' shaped vessels materialised and seeing as the gun crews would make out any colonial vessel before Dradis IFF's kicked in they immediately opened fire, causing the Dradis to automatically flag the vessels as hostile.

Needless to say several Colonial's could imagine the nonexistent shocked look as they realised they fell straight into a Colonial ambush, if only they knew.

Cylon Basestar 031
CIC / Hybrid Room

John Cavil also known as model One was happy today was the day that he began the eradication of the human plague upon the galaxy, leading the assault on most of the bordering Anchorages personally with his taskforce of twenty new model Basestar's and a resurrection ship only for his smile to be wiped off his smug face as ten of his Basestar's were obliterated outright after emerging from FTL.
And worst of all was a manifestation of all Cylon fears, two of them to be precise, Phoenix class Dreadnaughts better known as the Cyberstar killers. Only one word escaped his lips as the next volley sheared sections off the remaining Basestar's including his own destroying two, at first he thought it was Human incompetence that they missed, till a very violent explosion shorted out some of the glass like consoles.

The Basestar's weren't the colonial's target. "Frak."

The Colonial Reserves where shooting ducks in a barrel, the Cylons were clearly looking for the element of surprise as they were massively clustered together possibly their plan was to swamp the anchorage with nukes and other ordnance. Otherwise their forces would have been more spaced apart making shooting them an issue; that was until the Lieutenant Commander noticed a very interesting ship in the very centre of the formation. 'Now that has to be important...' he thought as he picked up his wireless.

"Tom its Liam, I've got a very juicy target in the very centre of their formation, concentrate every available gun on it, I think it'll be in our best interest to kill it now."

"Agreed, but we're going to need a clear path."

"Oh don't worry I got that part covered." Putting the Wireless down the Lieutenant Commander barked orders for his gun crews to shear and clear a path for the FALLEN's barrage, needless to say the gun cams were providing quite a first class show to the results.
The resulting explosion had crippled the already critical 'Y' shaped Basestar's allowing the Lieutenant Commander to use Nuclear weapons to finish them off.

Detonating two nukes finished the current skirmish quite nicely. "Alright this is the Lieutenant Commander Stryker speaking we're headed to Scorpio Ship yards to aid in what could be our current front lines, from there I'll stand down as acting CO as a full time commanding officer will be taking my post, this will likely be followed by the other commanding staff of all our Battlegroup's vessels, It's been an honour serving as one of your CO's, so let's kick some Cylon ass in the meantime. All ships prepare to jump to Scorpio Yards. Jump!"

And in that single moment all hell broke loose.

Battlestar Atlanta
Capital Class Battlestar
Admiral Nagala

Today just wasn't the Admiral's day, today was the 40th anniversary of the end of the Human Cylon war, one which the Admiral had partook in as a viper pilot, not only had he realised how slack his staff war time awareness was, it had taken himself to realise the automated Armistice Beacon was offline and the only plausible reason was the stations destruction, and that was an hour after it went dark.
And only then did he realise that the Reserve Anchorage status board had several Anchorages such as Epsilon, Harrow and Azod on wartime status with a clock varying in response times, Azod was the first, as it reported wartime readiness 20 minutes after Armistice went dark, followed by Epsilon responding wartime readiness 30 minutes after Armistice went dark and Harrow responding five minutes after Epsilon.

Then when the Admiral had told the fleets to go to full wartime status the fleet rather sluggishly responded to their formations only for a massive Cylon fleet to drop out of FTL straight on top of the Colonial Fleet, Nagala instantly transferred his flag to his own still moored Battlestar ready to join the fleet in the defence of Scorpio Ship Yards.

Unfortunately the Atlanta had still to have the CNP fully installed, but the Admiral knew his gun crew hadn't slaked off in their simulations. That couldn't be said for the rest of the Colonial fleet which was currently getting its ass handed to them.

With the Atlanta responding and joining the formation the largest cluster fuck known to mankind had just occurred, the fleet shut down aside from a select few Battlestar's not soon afterwards were Cylon nukes zeroing in on all adrift Colonial Vessels.
The Atlanta was throwing rounds at all Cylon targets but whatever was causing the mass shut down of vessels was occurring to all of their viper wings as well.

But as soon as the Admiral was going to order the retreat several bright flashes were caught by the gun cam but the sheer size of two of the flash's was a clear indicator that whatever came next would make or break the colonial navy.

And to the Admirals hopes came two of the Colonies finest war machines built period, the Dreadnaughts FARCRY and FALLEN had arrived with their full Battlegroup of Cruisers and Destroyers like predators lingering behind the enemy poised for the kill.

"Well I'll be damned..."

To be continued...