Space Corp Chronicles: A BSG/SW/Custom Crossover

Written by Joseph Newby

Ship classes from BSG used include the original series ships, The 2003 Galactica as a cameo, Viper classes from 2003 help maintain as well as all the Original Characters of OBSG. In this version, Pegasus survived and regrouped with the fleet, jumping through multiple systems has lead to the discovery of the New Republic, and eventually the discovery of the Sol system, lying on the Republic edge of Corporate Sector space. Many of the BSG characters will act as backup and support roles in this, at least in the beginning. Constructive Criticism Welcome.

Prologue: Galactica, Pegasus, and the remainder of the Colonial Fleet have arrived at Earth. It has been 20 years since the colonials arrived and they have integrated the Sol System into the New republic, making in part small contributions to the new government while dealing with many internal struggles within Earth's own independent governments.

Chapter 1: The beginning.

Setting: The Galactica sits in orbit around the moon of Earth, resupplying for a training recon mission near the edge of the system. Boarding are new graduates from the Space Corps academy, Earth's space defense force backed by the UN and New Republic. A small group of Mark VII Vipers land on the decks of the Battlestar, followed similarly by a second, smaller group of three ships, one frigate classed in sized, seeming to tow in an uninhabited N-1 star fighter by tractor cable, while an older Mark II class Viper landed nearer the other ships. The astromech aboard the N-1 suddenly took over as the tractor beam cut and slid the smaller craft into an out of the way area on the landing deck, the triangular ship soon moving in next to it.

From the bridge, Commander Adama surveyed the landing of the new squads. Another batch of fighter graduates fresh from the Academy in Roswell. Adama had insisted that the new pilots bring Vipers aboard Galactica so that the ship wouldn't need extra modifications to handle other vessels. One pilot however, insisted that he bring his own ships along, having modified them slightly to work with Galactica's own equipment better.

Adama had a record of all the pilots that had just landed, all but the one with the two vessels were typical soldiers. Adama merely continued his work on the command bridge, he had enough time in the military to know that more often than not, the odd ones out are the best pilots you could ask for, Lieutenant Starbuck, for example, was one such fighter.

On the flight deck, the dark haired pilot dropped his bag to the floor as he hopped down from the roof of his ship and looked around. He had spend the last 4 years of his life held back in the academy because they didn't want to risk him too early, but now the 18 year old was out and ready to put his hard trained skills to the test. He smirked lightly as he looked around the flight deck of the aging Battlestar. The ship always amazed him, fought through so many battles and still willing to keep pressing on. He hoped he would be the same way years from now. He had been versed in so many roles in his years at the academy; a side effect of his being accepted early on, they held him there to make sure he wouldn't be a risk. In his own opinion they should have just waited, but he made the most of his 'sentence.' Looking around the flight deck once more, Sky suddenly realized that while there were people moving around on the landing deck with plenty to do, it seemed that there were less than would permit optimum efficiency on a ship of Galactica's size.

A person in a Colonial warrior's uniform walked up to Joe, but he paid little mind as he walked to the other side of his ship to the N-1 and finally spoke, "Hey! Elsev! Come on down we gotta find our quarters!"

The figure stopped and looked as a small, black and red colored R4 astromech lowered itself from the fightercraft and trundled it's way over to the pilot. He finally decided to make himself known to the pilot and stepped forward. As Knight knelt down to look his droid over he spoke, "Captain Knight, I'm Strike Commander Apollo of Blue Squadron, you'll be under my command while on board." Joe paid little attention, seemingly more interested in the droid than in Apollo. "Captain, did you hear me?"

Knight stood up and finally turned to face Apollo, his hazel eyes and casual stance showed that he wasn't really intimidated by higher ranking officials, "Yes Captain, I heard you loud and clear; I'll be under your command while stationed on the Galactica. Is that all you need because I'd like to find my quarters and get settled before I check in with the Commander."

Apollo was slightly surprised by the new Captain's casual tone. He had read his file through and thought he would have been more soldierly, especially after receiving 4 years worth of training at the academy. He didn't let it phase him though, "Actually I'm down here so you can check in and get situated quickly. I prefer meeting the new pilots in person."

"I see, well, call me Sky alright? I don't like being called on formally."

"I'll do my best," Seems we may have another Starbuck on our hands. Apollo handed 'Sky' the datapad he was holding, "If you'll just sign this Captain, we'll have someone escort you to your quarters. For now you've only got one roommate, but expect more as we get more pilots on board."

"Well then I won't be much of a bother until then, I prefer having my own room after 4 years of sharing one," Joe signed the pad and fiddled around with it before handing it back to Apollo. He smiled lightly before giving him a lighthearted salute, picking up his duffel and walking off.

Apollo shook his head and looked down at the datapad; no wonder Sky didn't wait for directions. He had called up a floor plan of Galactica's showing where the bunk rooms were located. He couldn't help but smile as he watched the new pilot and his droid make his way to the crew lifts.