The War Torn Tribe
GS/GSD x-over with nBSG
Timeline: Post Second Bloody Valentine War and after the escape from New Caprica.
Summary: The new ZAFT Minerva-Class ship the Highlander is sent out on its maiden voyage with the Archangel, and a new Earth Alliance ship; its mission to aid the Colonial Fleet in its exodus to earth.
A/n: Okay, I got this idea in my head after reading the UC Gundam Zeta era crossover Serendipity (which is really good and you should all check it out) and got to thinking about a Cosmic Era crossover with Seed/Destiny which inevitably became what it is you are about to read. Enjoy!
A/n2: Please note that is story has NOT been edited yet and if anyone is interested in the job please drop me an e-mail and last and cirtainly not least, in the name of Kobal please REVIEW!
Prolog: The Long Night
Brendan "Hot Dog" Costanza was not thrilled to say the least. First he had gotten his ass assigned recon duty as punishment for one lousy prank. Okay it may have been in bad taste but to saddle him with recon patrol was cruel and unusually punishment for a Viper pilot, the icing on the cake though had been that he had been partnered with Margret "Racetrack" Edmonson who had burned out yet another co-pilot and now he ended up getting saddled with her. "Could this get any worse" he said aloud as they lifted off on their recon run.
An energy spike prior to jump had reeked havoc with their systems and eventually sent the pair careening to Gods knows where. "Glad to see that you're awake Rocket Jock" said 'Track as Hot Dog finally came to.
"Someone mind telling what fracking son of Cylon ran us over?" asked the hot shot Viper pilot as he held his head gingerly.
"Energy spike, a big one. We are no where near the coordinates we should be, propulsion and the FTL drives are fried. The only thing still up is life support and DRADIS and that's only because of some patch work engineering I did while you were in dream land" said the cynical Raptor pilot as she tossed the Rocket Jock a field ration power bar.
Hot Dog pulled the wrapping off and tore into the thing chewing it slowly and then asking, "How long we got 'til we loose life support and DRADIS?"
"A five or six hours maybe less; that spike ate up a lot power…" said Racetrack before she was interrupted by the sound of DRADIS computer printing out its latest scan results. "Looks like the damn thing finally coped with all the interfere… HOLY FRACK!"
"What happened?" asked Hot Dog worriedly.
"DRADIS picked up two planetary bodies. Mid-size planet with a single moon, Nitrogen-Oxygen atmosphere, and fresh water; the planet it fracking covered in about 70 of the stuff all be it salt water but that's easy to filter out. Then it spat this out, orbital satellites, inhabited orbital satellites" she said with a wide grin as she passed the DRADIS readout to Hot Dog.
"Frack me these things are huge, almost ten times the size of Galactica, that plus the billions planet side must…" he started to say before the alarm claxon started sounding.
"DRADIS contact, it's a ship mid-size carrier by the looks of her" said Racetrack before a message began sounding over the con.
"Attention unknown vessel, this in the United Nations of Earth ship Archangel please identify."
"By the gods did she say what I think she did?" asked Hot Dog half shocked and half joyful.
"Archangel this is Margaret Edmonson callsign Racetrack pilot of Colonial Raptor 22 please repeat, our ship had an energy spike mid jump and fried our systems. Propulsions dead and life support will cut out relatively soon" responded Racetrack hoping against hope that what they had heard was not a glitch of the radio.
There was a moment of pause when another voice also female responded. "Colonial Raptor 22; my name is Muerrue Ramius. Captain of the United Nations of Earth ship Archangel. Hold position and sit tight one of our units is en route to bring you in."
Racetracks jaw dropped in shock. Earth, they had found the fracking thirteenth tribe. "Understood Archangel, we'll be waiting" she said as she killed the line observing a silent moment before the two pilots let out a whoop of joy.
"I can't believe it we'll be fracking heroes once we get back" said Hot Dog already imagining the commendation medal he would obviously get for this.
"That if we can get our asses back to the fleet and also depends on how willing our Earth cousins are to house us" said Racetrack her natural cynic nature coming out yet again.
"Man way to kill the mood" said Hot Dog as he huddled down to wait for pickup.
The pair of colonial sat in silence for the past two hours when the DRADIS claxon went off again. "DRADIS contact, big DRADIS contact" said Hot Dog who turned to look out the window. The thing was huge human shaped thing covered head to toe in gold plating and looked like it could tear them into with a gesture. "Oh Frack, the Cylons went a jumbo sized them selves" he yelled as he ready himself for his inevitable destruction.
"Raptor 22 this is Captain Mu La Flaga of the Orb 2nd Space Fleet and senior officer of the UNE Archangel. Do read me Raptor?"
"We read you Captain" said Racetrack slightly concerned. "Please tell me your not the giant gold plated Cylon that is currently to our starboard side?"
"Cylon, soldier this is the ORB-01 Akatsuki, a Mobil Suit haven't you guys ever seen one before. And just what the hell is a Cylon?" asked the voice with a laugh.
The two colonial pilots looked confused then watched as the chest of the giant machine opened to revile a small cockpit with a very human pilot sitting inside his hand aloft waving at the two.
"This going to cause a mess of problems once we get home" muttered Mu to himself as he towed the damaged colonial Raptor back to the Archangel. In the hour he'd spent with the two pilots taking a preliminary debrief he had had all his beliefs about humanity evolving on Earth shaken, destroyed, and rebuilt in one fell swoop. He had learned about the Twelve Tribes of Kobal, the first Cylon war that had ended in an uneasy peace and the Cylon holocaust and how both the remaining Colonial fleet and the Cylons were looking for Earth, one seeking refuge while the other wanted nothing more then to blow it up. "We end one war only to possible get caught up in another" the Hawk of Endymion said to himself as he signaled the Archangel that he was coming in with company. "Some times I think that god created humanity just to see how much we can take before we all go jumping off the deep end."
