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Holocaust
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Prologue
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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...
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Until Now.
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Sixty minutes before the attack;
Picon Fleet Anchorage;
Leviathan class ship Vulcan's Forge;
Fleet Admiral Myra Holmes watched the main monitor as it showed the assembly of ships for Remembrance Day and thought it was a nightmare waiting to happen. Thirty-three Battlestars, a third of the active duty Battlestars, and a quarter of the escort ships., just over two hundred of them, ranging from a half dozen old type-one Firestars to the new Berzerk class cruisers that were lit up so everyone could see them in all their glory. Picon One, the massive space station meant to handle the civilian and fleet ships while at Picon was lit up with thousands of lights added to make the station stand out. Even the support fleet was lit up in their depot to show their strength to the civilian masses that planned to come and come they did in all types of ships.
Over ten thousand civilian vessels had arrived from all over the Cyrannus System to watch the parade of Battlestars at the fleet headquarters. The parade had started at Picon Station, and then headed to Picon, where they circled the planet three times. They then went around the moons before heading back to their anchorage so the civilians could come over and walk the decks of the fleet they had paid for with their taxes.
Myra knew there had been a switch at Command Central in the Admiralty. Admiral Corman was watching from Picon Command while Admiral Nagala was now on his way to Virgon. Admiral Corman had been involved in a car accident early this morning and broke his leg so Admiral Nagala had offered to take his place at Virgon so he wouldn't suffer an FTL jump in a Raptor with a broken leg in a cast. Nagala had left Picon in his dress uniform and a planned rendezvoused with the Mercury class Battlestar Atlantia which was to lead the parade at Virgon for their Remembrance Day parade there.
Closing her eyes, Myra said a prayer for the millions who had died in the war forty years ago. On the screens around the bridge were images of the parades and remembrance for all the dead on all twelve of the primary colonies. One of the main stories had Adar talking at the Caprica Tomb of the Dead, but being born and raised on Picon, she had pushed that to a side screen so she could watched the Picon parade of honor. The parade had fifty floats, two hundred marching bands, and veterans groups showing their pride for the military. The parade started on the edge of Picon City, and weaved its way pass the Academy to the spaceport where the governor spoke to the people of Picon.
What was a real treat for the civilians, were the last of the ten Harrier class Assaultstars in commission. They were on display for the last time. The ships were due to be decommissioned the next day, along with the Galactica, which was en route to Caprica. A special treat for the Academy, were the Harriers, which had been built twenty years ago. They were going to carry the academy students and their families up to see the end of the parade of ships. Then they would take a cruise around the system and land back on the planet. There the ships would be decommissioned and hulked. With the parade over, Myra settled back into her chair and drank her coffee as she remembered the horrors of the first war. She had been ten years old when the war had ended. Half her family had died in the service, while the rest fought on with the fleet; because to not fight, was to allow the destruction of all human life as they knew it. The scene shifted to show a redheaded woman standing in front of a dome speaking into a microphone, behind her was a Battlestar passing by with her name lit up.
"Turn the sound up on monitor one," Myra ordered.
"Yes, Ma'am," came the reply and the sound bar at the bottom of the screen scrolled to the right.
"Hello, John, this is Sandy Worth aboard the luxury liner Cloud City One. I can see that the fleet approaching the Anchorage, now. They should be in station positions in about forty minutes. What can you see from your location?" the newswoman on the main monitor stated as the image changed to show the newest Mercury class Battlestar. The Battlestar Caprica was slowing down and coming to a stop at space buoy one less than twenty thousand meters from Picon station.
"Good morning, Sandy. I can see on the monitor, that the Caprica is approaching her docking port. For all of you on Picon and in the system, it's a beautiful day above Picon City. From my location on the liner Orbiter Bliss, I can see that the last of the escort ships have just gone by and are heading towards the Anchorage. I can say this, what a display of our defenses, eighteen of our newest and best Battlestars with fifteen of the Valkyries as escorts… Wow, everyone needs to see this. Just breaking orbit are the remaining ten Harrier class Assaultstars carrying the Academy students on their final voyage. If you don't know, the Harriers were all produced here at Picon station twenty plus years ago. It's a sad day to see them go. I served on the Edison during my tour of duty, and of all three classes of Assaultstars in the fleet; it was one of the better ships, in my opinion. I will miss the old girl when she goes to the breakers. Now to my right I can see the support and supply chain of the fleet at their docking stations. They are just as lit up as well and all are showing the red flag of mourning across the bows," replied newsman John Crinkle as the image changed to show the massive repair ship with a two hundred foot flag hanging from her alligator-like head.
The bridge crew of the Vulcan watched as the Battlestars of the fleet pulled into their docking spaces while behind them the support ships of the fleet did the same. It had taken forty minutes for the fleet to come to station keeping. It was amazing that not a single accident had happened this year. Not like the last review, when the engines of the Bane's Hunter, one of the old Firestar Patrolstars had jammed and the ship rammed into the portside engines of the old Reliant. The Battlestar had suffered heavy damage to the engines and that's why the new parking positions were above and below the Battlestars instead of right behind them. President Adar had immediately signed the decommission notice for the Reliant and it was a sad day on the Vulcan when she had to take the ship out to the Nimbus Recycling Yard out by Apollo station.
"Ma'am, the tanker Mirror has disengaged and we now have a full load of Tylium in our tanks for the jump tomorrow so we can do the repairs on Armistice station," Ensign Cindy Miller said as she handed the Admiral the clipboard containing the refueling notice.
"Thank you, Ensign…"
"Ma'am this is weird, Armistice Station just went off line," Lieutenant Mathew Carrow said from his station.
"What do you mean it went off line?" Myra asked as she turned her chair to look over at the communications station.
"Just what I mean. The locator, docking, and the communications telemetry beacon just vanished off the screen. I was watching it because my father is the shuttle pilot for the ambassador this year," Mathew replied.
"Get me Admiral Corman on the horn! Send a message to all ships in the repair division! Go to condition yellow, and start powering up their energizers," Myra ordered as her mind raced on why a chill just went down her back.
Mounted on the walls of every compartment and hallway of the giant ship, were lights in a series of three, usually the lights glowed white, but once in awhile they were yellow. The final color was red for the war setting. They had been blessedly silent for forty years. The lights shifted from white to yellow as the orders flooded through the giant ship as thousands of crew personnel rushed to their departments to man their stations.
"Ma'am the ship is at yellow alert…"
"Crew personnel are manning their stations…"
"Flight crews are suiting up…"
"Vipers and Raptors are being fueled and armed…"
"Engineering reports primary and secondary energizers are spinning up to full power," came the reports from around the room.
"Admiral Corman on line one," Mathew reported.
Grabbing the handset, Myra said, "Admiral this is Admiral Holmes aboard the Vulcan. I am reporting an anomaly that worries me."
"Myra, what's wrong?" Corman asked as he noticed the flashing yellow light behind the commander of the Vulcan's Forge.
"Sir, exactly two minutes ago Armistice Station went off the air. One of my communications officers is the son of the ambassador sent out there this year. So I brought my squadron up to yellow alert…"
"That station is old, it could be just a faulty beacon," Corman stated as he interrupted Myra.
"Sir, that is quite possible for one system, but this is different. Why would three separate systems go off line at once?" Myra asked.
"Three systems? That is not possible," Corman replied as he thought of what it could be and then said, "I want you to take your squadron out there and find out what is going on. Take the Hydra, Gorgon and Medusa with you."
"Sir, that will take your only fully active Battlestars…"
"There are thirty-three Battlestars near Picon Station, I think they can handle anything that comes our way," Corman said with a laugh.
"You're right, Sir. Vulcan out," Myra replied and then said, "Send word to the Hydra, Gorgon and Medusa to get underway and head for Point Baker to jump to Armistice Station. Notify the rest of the squadron to spool up their FTL drives."
"Ma'am you're taking the whole squadron?" Commander Vickie Bell asks as she came to a stop at the Dradis station.
"Might as well, we're planning on jumping out there tomorrow, anyway," Myra replied.
"All systems are powered up. The squadron is underway for Point Baker to jump away," Lieutenant Bryan Williams stated from the NAV station.
On the main screen, the images shifted to show division one of the support fleet moving out. First was the giant Leviathan class Vulcan's Forge followed by the three Hephasetus class repair ships Voyager, Diligence, and theDionysus. Each of the three Hephasetus were carrying a new two kilometer long array pod that would be attached to Armistice Station to boost the communications ability in case the Cylons wanted to talk while the Vulcan had tons of new armor plate in her bay to replace the exterior hull plating. It was estimated it would take six weeks to finish the repairs to the station. Ten Circe class Patrolstars powered up and followed them out as escorts along with the two escort cruisers Darling and the Makita bringing up the flanks. The twelve ships had the fire power to swat any serious attack out of the air like a giant flyswatter.
"Ma'am, Rear Admiral Thompson is on line two. He wants to know what is going on, and why the support fleet is at condition yellow?" Mathew said as he held up two fingers.
Myra grabbed the handset and changed it over to channel two, "Mark, what's going on is Armistice Station just went off line. I'm taking division one out to check it out. While were there, figured we get started on the repairs to the station. Why it went off line. I don't know, but it's strange that it did when almost all our patrols have been pulled in for the parades."
"I see the report you sent to Corman. I agree with you, so I will keep division two at yellow alert until I hear back from you," Mark replied, and the added, "Just in case."
"Thanks, Mark. I pray it's just my old bones aching and not a dire warning," Myra replied as she broke the connection and said, "Notify the escorts to form up around us. Formation is Baker-one-nine."
The four Constructionstars shifted position and formed up into a stacked diamond pattern, with the Vulcan leading them. Then the Circe class ships took up their positions with five of the warships per side of the four larger ships. The two escort cruisers took up position in front of the Vulcan's Forge running point.
Myra watched as the three Battlestars of Battle Group thirty vanished into FTL with their six escort ships. "How long until we can FTL out?" she asked as she checked the Dradis board and saw a dozen new icons appear on the far side of Picon station.
"New contacts, nineteen hundred and seventy kilometers from Picon station," the Dradis commander reported.
"Numbers and Identify," Myra snapped out as she stood up and walked to the main Dradis station.
"Fourteen large ships and unknown… Many contacts, estimated three hundred and climbing…"
"All hands set condition red throughout the fleet. Bring all weapons online," Myra ordered as she watched the screen turn red as fighters started launching from the unknown ships.
"Contact dead ahead! Seventy kilometers and closing," shouted the helmsman.
"Identify…"
"Ma'am it's a Cylon warship and its launching raiders," came the reply.
"Open fire with the main guns. Launch all Vipers," Myra ordered and prayed it wasn't too late.
Ahead of the Vulcan's Forge the two escort cruisers turned broadside and opened fire with their main batteries quickly scoring several hits with their heavy KEWs while their flak batteries filled space between the fleet and the Baseship. As Vipers from the fleet swept pass them to engage the enemy raiders.
Myra watched as fourteen squadrons of Vipers did an end around the two cruisers with fourteen more tucked close in among the repair ships. With thirty-three squadrons stationed aboard the four repair ships, they had a small edge in fighters.
"What the frak?" the helmsman snapped out as his systems went off line.
Myra was shocked when the Dradis station shut down and before she could do anything, the CIC around her started shutting down as well.
"We're receiving a signal from the Cylons! It just cut through the CNP program and its shutting all systems down…"
Realizing what was going on, Myra raced for the wall. She yanked the fire ax off of its snaps, and ran to the main computer conduit. She yanked the panel open. Gripping the ax handle she swung with all her might and severed the network cable.
The Cylon Baseship closed with what she thought was a soon to be a destroyed fleet. Missiles started flying from their missile launchers heading for the enemy fleet but surprise was soon reversed, when the Darling and the Makita opened fire again and all eight rounds from the two old cruisers slammed into the central part of the ship. The supporting Vipers swept around the two cruisers and started to close with the Raiders when they suddenly shut down.
Armor piercing rounds shattered the central support for the Baseship, igniting stored fuel and blowing hundreds of missiles apart in their magazines. The death of the ship started small as one of the rounds only nicked one of the Tylium tanks, and continued on through the ship to explode against an armored magazine blowing a hole in the wall and knocking the missiles to the floor. The second round was the one that killed the ship. The round hit the tank of fuel directly, and exploded. Twenty thousand liters of refined Tylium went up in a flash, and flooded the damage compartments with liquid plasma that followed the airflow right back to the missile storage room.
The plasma melted the casings of the armor piercing missiles and blew the room apart, the fire raced up the ammunition hoists, incinerating the Centurions manning their stations, and ripping the stem apart. The top section of the ship blew off and drifted away with all systems dead. The bottom half disintegrated as the plasma fire followed the fuel lined to the engines where it dripped down onto the main energizer that was fully charged causing the containment casing to fail. The cruisers switched targets and intensified the flak field, blowing the Cylon Raiders to shreds in groups of five or more. Twenty seconds after opening fire both cruisers stopped firing because there was nothing left attacking them.
Myra was helping her crew reboot the systems on the massive ship. Communications came up first and then Dradis. What she saw worried her. The Colonial Fleet was forming up into attack formation with thousands of Vipers heading towards the Cylons. While the fleet advanced, the thousands of civilian craft here for the parade were heading away from the upcoming battle. She also noticed all the Vipers they had launched were drifting along with the fleet.
"Carrow, send a message to all those civilian craft, if they have FTL capability, they are to jump to the following location," Myra said, reeling of the location coordinates. "Send the same message to division two of the support ships. CAG, launch all Heavy Lifters and Raptors. They are to recover as many Vipers as they can. Then raise the rest of the fleet. Tell them to disconnect their network, and reboot their systems after purging the CNP program," Myra ordered as the navigation and weapon stations came on.
"Sending now," Mathew replied.
"Good, get me an open COM," Myra ordered.
"Admiral, the fleet has left their docking positions and approaching the Cylon fleet. Escort ships are forming up around them. Battlestars and Picon station are launching Vipers," came the reports from around the bridge.
"You're on, Ma'am," Mathew replied.
Picking up the handset, Myra started talking, "This is Admiral Holmes aboard the Vulcan's Forge to all Colonial forces. Disconnect your network systems and purge your systems of the CNP program it has a backdoor allowing the Cylons to shut your systems off. I repeat disconnect your network and purge your CNP program. The program has a backdoor allowing the Cylons…"
"By the Lords of Kobol," someone said.
Myra turned to the Dradis station in time to see the combined Viper attack formation vanish, "What happened?"
"Ma'am, the Vipers shut down like they did here for us, and then the Cylons launched nuclear missiles at the disabled craft. They never had a chance."
"Fleet has opened fire, Cylons returning… Battlestar Caprica just shut down," someone reported.
"Admiral Corman on line three," Mathew reported.
"Five more Battlestars just shut down…"
"Battlestar Caprica has been destroyed…"
Myra switched frequencies and said, "Holmes."
"Myra, what's the condition of your ships?" Corman asked.
"Some systems are still down. We're working on recovering them. Not sure on the rest of the fleet at this time," Myra replied.
"Recover what you can and then get the hell out of here. Your ships are not warships. Division two and three have jumped away. I have ordered the Harriers to jump to the location you supplied to the Civilians along with a dozen gunships that were in orbit here. If you have to, leave the rest of your ships and get away."
"Voyager, Diligence, and theDionysus just came back on line. They are launching recovery craft."
"Admiral, did you hear that?" Myra asked.
"I did, tell them to dump the pylons and grab some of the shut down Patrolstars, you will need them once you get…"
The report that flooded through from Picon Command stopped the conversation for a second.
"Admiral Corman, someone blew up the main defense network on Picon Station and here at Command central."
"Myra you know what that means?" Corman asked.
"That we have traitors amongst us!" Myra replied bitterly.
"Hold for a second," Corman ordered.
Myra heard the sound of paper being open and then Corman's voice.
"Is this confirmed?" Corman asked.
"Yes, it's confirmed.
"Thank you, Captain, that's all," Corman replied and then said, "Myra it's worse than I thought. Once the Cylons have eliminated my fleet, Picon Station and Picon will be nuked," Corman replied.
"Sir, we don't know that. They may just conquer us and hold us as slave labor or something. They did do that in the first war."
"No, it's genocide. The Cylons have nuked all major cities on Leonis after destroying the seven Battlestars that were there for their Remembrance Day. I want you to collect as many ships as you can, and get out of the Cyrannus System. Find a new home! Rebuild, and then avenge us," Corman replied.
"Frak… Yes, Sir. Sir, can you have Picon Station send me all their Heavy Lifters, Shuttles and Raptors. Load the shuttles and Raptors with all available personnel."
"Already doing so. I'm also sending you all the fleets' refulers…"
"Admiral, the Patrolstars are coming back on line. I have ship movement of the Black Condor, Black Hawk, Black Tern and the Black Osprey," one of the Dradis officer reported.
"Sir, did you hear that?" Myra asked and then said, "Their virus can be defeated. Let Admiral Nagala know about it."
"I will, but it's too late. Reports…" Corman was interrupted by a burst of static and then he went off the air.
"What happened? Get him back on the line," Myra ordered.
"Ma'am, Picon city has been nuked. Sensors estimate the yield at fifty megatons… they're all dead down there," one of the bridge officers reported.
"Ma'am Black Eagle and the Black Gull have come back on line…"
"Dradis contact. I have colonial transponders. We have two hundred and seventy Heavy Lifters, ninety Viper Refulers, forty-four heavy shuttles, two hundred and eleven Raptors with an escort of four hundred Vipers inbound with over eight hundred non FTL capable ships," Commander Isaiah Jessup reported.
"Isaiah, send the FTL coordinates to the Heavy Lifters, Raptors and Shuttles and tell the Raptors and Shuttles to jump away. Then notify all ships in the fleet to launch all its Heavy Lifters and join up with the ones from Picon and the fleet. That should give us about three hundred and forty Heavy Lifters. They are to latch onto any of the civilian ships and jump them away. Pick a priority for them. Then contact the remaining ships. Find out their class and how many survivors they have on board. Pick the best and have them dock with the repair ships. Remaining civilian ships are to prepare to evacuate their survivors to the repair fleet," Myra ordered.
"Sending now…"
"Wait, have the Raptors help recover our Vipers before they jump. We still have over two hundred to recover," Myra ordered.
"Yes, Ma'am," Isaiah replied.
For the next twenty minutes the battle over Picon raged. The colonial fleet was losing but enough of the support ships were able to fight and keep the Cylons from breaking through to attack range on Picon Station. The giant station was launching hundreds of missiles in waves and filling space with a wall of flak that kept the Cylons out of range to send their virus in.
Four Battlestars had taken refuge under the station and were hurling round after round at the Cylon fleet. Two of the twelve Baseships had been destroyed with the long range shooting and three damaged. Of the thirty-three battlestars at Picon, twenty-four had been destroyed, and five crippled in the attack. For the escort fleet of two hundred and thirty escort ships, eighty percent had been destroyed and the remaining ships, all older models with no networking computers were helping to keep the hundreds of Cylon Raiders from closing to knife range of the station. During this time, the last five Ciric class Patrolstars came back online and took up their defensive positions.
"Get me an update on the civilian fleet," Myra ordered as she looked at the side monitors showing each of the four repair ships.
"Ma'am, the Voyager, Diligence, and theDionysus each have docked several ships in their gantry using the magnetic clamps. The Voyager has eight ships docked to her. Two cloud class passenger liners on the top pylons while each of her ventral six magclamps have locked on to the following ships, two Agro ships, a Tylium tanker that is full, a foundry ship, an electronics ship, and a water tanker. Fourteen smaller liners and cargo ships have docked internally. The Diligence has six Agro ships and two Olympic class liners with busted FTL with twenty smaller ships crammed into their landing bays. The Dionysus has eight large freighters on her magclamps and nineteen smaller ships in her bays and we were able to squeeze in twelve small liners in our bays. We have successfully evacuated one hundred and ten ships of the remaining three hundred and ninety four ships…"
Another voice shattered the report Myra receiving, "Picon station has been hit by three one hundred megaton missiles. Remaining ships are bugging out."
"Contact the rest of the squadron, it's time to go," Myra ordered as she gripped the handrail of the Dradis station and silently begged the Gods for forgiveness.
"Ma'am what about the remaining ships? There are at least a hundred thousand people there," Isaiah asked.
"We can't stay, our ships are packed full, and we're running out of time," Myra said and then ordered, "Suspended all recovery operations. Send a message to all FTL ships…"
"Dradis contact, many contacts," came a new report.
"Identify," Myra ordered.
"Colonial IFF signals. Ma'am, it's the Heavy Lifters, their back. Captain Hyatt reports they have five hundred and ten of them to assist us in the recovery of the civilian fleet," came the reply.
"Tell them to latch on to every ship and jump them away," Myra ordered as a new report came in.
"Incoming Raiders, estimated count is six hundred and thirty of them."
"Time to arrival?" Myra asked as she watched the main monitor as ship after ship jumped away.
"Four minutes and thirty seconds until they are in attack range."
"Tell the Heavy Lifters they have three minutes to get locked onto a civilian ship and get the hell out of here. At three minutes thirty seconds we're jumping," Myra ordered.
Myra watched the counter as the Heavy Lifters clamped on to the civilian craft and vanished into FTL as the timer reached the three minute mark there were still ninety vessels left out of the three hundred plus that had been left.
"Come on, you guys can do it. You have thirty seconds left," Isaiah whispered.
"They're not going to make it. Notify all ships to jump," Myra ordered.
"Give them a few more seconds," Isaiah begged.
"Missile launch, many targets," came the report from the WEPS station.
"That's it! Tell all ships to jump! NOW! Helm, we jump last," Myra ordered.
On the Dradis screen, the last of the Heavy Lifters clamped onto the larger ships. One of the many missiles launched at the human fleet was armed with a nuclear warhead. The missile's computer scanned space ahead of it and locked on to the largest of the target. The missile slammed into the stern of the giant luxury liner and it vanished into a nuclear fireball along with the ten Heavy Lifters that were trying to link their FTL drive.
Forty-seven hundred civilians died on the Cloud class passenger liner. They did not go alone as more missiles took out fifteen other ships before the last of the civilian ships were jumped away.
"That's it, let's go," Myra ordered as the point defense of the giant repair ship swatted a dozen missiles out of the air.
"Jumping," the NAV officer replied.
"Missiles breaking through," the WEPS officer reported.
"Come on! Jump, old girl," Myra said as she watched the incoming missiles.
The Vulcan's Forge shuddered as half dozen non-nuclear missiles hit her. Two hit the armored flank, and shattered both armor plates before she vanished into FTL space. Two more hit the top of the giant alligator head, while one hit the one of the upper aft medium KEW mounts. The last missile hit the stern bottom radar dish and blew it to shreds.
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Ships mentioned in the chapter will have a ***
Ships in the fleet
Mercury Class Battlestar
***Caprica
***Atlantia
.
Valkyrie Class Battlestar
.
Jupiter Class Battlestar
***Hydra
***Gorgon
***Medusa
.
Atlas Class Battlestar
***Reliant
.
Leviathan class
***Vulcan's Forge
Assistance
Thor's Anvil
.
Hephasetus
***Voyager
***Diligence
***Dionysus
.
Ranger Class Mobile Repair Yard
Patroclus
Breach
.
ASSULTSTARS
Pyrois Class Assaultstar
.
Aethon Class Assaultstar
.
Harrier Class Assaultstar
***Major John Edison
.
WASRSTARS
Thor
.
Odin
.
GUNSTARS
Alberio
.
Sterope
.
Defender
.
Titan
.
ESCORT SHIPS
Firestar
***Bane's Hunter
.
Circe
***Black Condor
***Black Eagle
***Black Falcon
***Black Gull
***Black Hawk
***Black Heron
***Black Osprey
***Black Prince
***Black Tern
***Black Watch
.
Berzerk
.
Escort cruiser
***Darling
***Makita
.
Pandarus
.
TUGS
Octopus
.
MEDICALSHIPS
Medstar
.
Salvation
.
COLONYSHIPS
Titanica
.
FREIGHTERS/CARGO SHIPS
Freighter 1
.
Freighter 2
.
Freighter 3
.
Military freighter
.
Gander
.
Mule class
.
Cargo ships 0
.
Cargo ships 1
.
Cargo ships 2
.
Cargo ships 3
.
Cargo ships 4
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PODSHIPS
Specialty Pod ships
.
Factory Ships
Theda Class
.
Tanker1
***Mirror
Carelia
City of Dieppe
Dingledale
Fort Wrangell
Wave King
.
Tanker2
Genesee
Tamalpais
Kennebago
Chiwawa
Mascoma
Neches
Niobrara
.
Water tanker
.
Agro Ships
.
Refinery ships
Picon Refinery Ships (PF)
PF Dara
PF Orama
PF Orania
PF Oranje
.
Caprica Refinery Ships (CR)
CR Dressler
CR Pacuare
CR Paganini
.
Virgon Refinery Ships (VR)
VR Drily
VR Palacky
VR Palatia
.
Passenger Liners
Cloud ship
***Cloud City One
.
Picon Lines
.
Pan Galactic Lines
PGL Boissevain
PGL Tegelberg.
PGL Tjitjalengka
PGL Straat Rio
.
Corinth Lines
.
Arges Lines
Arcas Lines
.
Memnon Lines
.
Caprica Dream Lines
***CDL Orbiter Bliss
CDL Austvangen
CDL Dalvangen
CDL Lindvangen
CDL Nordvangen
CDL Sørvangen
CDL Vestvangen
.
Gemnon Lines
.
Virgon Carrier Lines
VCL Alfred Cavalier
VCL Alfred Clipper
VCL Alfred Corsair
Sagittarian Spaceways Lines
.
Refinery ship
.
Foundry Ships
.
Electronic Ships
.
Mining ship
.
.
.
.
First Edited By Futurist
Final Edit By TeNdErLoin
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