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"Holy Frak! Cylons! They're everywhere!"
Panicked screams tore through the air, fear so thick one could taste it. Lt Kameron O'Neill stared at the BaseStar through the window, morbidly enthralled. So that's the beast that's gonna kill me. It's not so big, she gave a mental shrug.
"All Flight personnel report to the hanger. I repeat all flight personnel to the Hanger immediately."
She glanced up at the speakers, ignoring the rush around her. Several ships took off, the new Viper VII's. Staring at them, Kameron watched as they fizzled and stalled the Cylon Raiders drawing closer and closer.
"They're being slaughtered!" a woman screamed at the next window.
"They're networks are all connected," a brunette males said, standing next to her in a tan suit. "The Cylons have used that to shut them down." Kameron looked at the man as he gave her a meaningful look then disappeared into the crowd. She turned back to the window, her numbness breaking away to fear. The raiders drew closer.
Eyes wide, Kameron backed away from the window. She turned slowly before racing down the corridor. I've got to get to my Viper! She tripped over someone, her mouth spewing out the automatic apologies. Kameron's eyes grew wide. It was the same man, this time in a plum suit. Cylon! He smirked before getting up and moving away.
She scrambled to her feet as the first shots pierced the hull. Crying out in fear, she crouched down as she ran. Her shoulder hitting the door to the stairwell. The crush of the people suffocated her, the cries, the fear, the tears, it was all too much. Again the Cylon Raiders shot at the damaged ship. The woman in front of her collapsing, her lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling.
"My Gods!" Kameron breathed, stepping over her and joining the masses. Continuously the shots came. The air was getting thin. An explosion rocked the ship, people screamed as they collapsed. Many prayed for a quick death, unable to bear such slow misery.
Bursting through the doors, Kameron made it to the flight deck as a secondary, much more powerful, explosion shuddered through the ship. She was thrown, landing on her back, stunned. A rack of pipes shook above her. Ice blue eyes widened as the third explosion made the pipes quiver before falling straight down on her.
Kameron shot up from the bed, screaming in fear and pain as white fire scorched across her side. Nurses ran in, trying to subdue her flailing arms, her frantic cries head decks above and below her. Lee Adama raced in, dressed only in his uniform pants. Roughly he pushed his way to the bed, wrapping his arms against the traumatized woman.
"Back off and give her some space," he said fiercely, rubbing her back slowly. Her screams slowly died down to body wracking sobs. Lee crooned to her, rocking Kameron back and forth. She clung to him as though he was her only lifeline. "Do you want to tell me about it?" he asked as her body slowly reached minor trembling.
"I stared out the window, I couldn't move," she began haltingly. "The 7's had no chance. He told me that they used the networking against them. He was in a tan suit, then a plum one when I tripped over him on the way to the flight deck." She shuddered against him, burying her face into his chest.
"Doran?"
Kameron nodded. "They took their time, shooting at the hull to cause minimum damage and massive amounts of terror. All I could see was their eyes, those lifeless eyes." Her sobbing grew again with Lee holding onto her gently. Starbuck stared from the door, hearing every word. With a nod from Lee, she slipped away and notified the Commander.
He walked into the Infirmary, a stern expression donned on like his uniform with his 2IC on one side, Starbuck on the other. Commander William Adama looked at his eldest son resting on the bed, the now sleeping Lieutenant in his arms.
"Captain?" he queried softly, so not to wake the young pilot.
"Commander," Lee acknowledged without opening his eyes. "Did Starbuck tell you what happened?"
William stared at his son, sympathy gleaming in his eyes. "She told me the basics, but not what Lt. O'Neill said.
"Doran told her what the Cylons were doing then allowed her to see his clone," Lee opened his eyes, fury boring into the older pair of his father's. "Spelled it out as the Raiders slowly shot their ship apart."
"We're almost at the arms station. We'll drop Doran off there when we're done. Did she tell you how she was impaled?"
Lee shook his head. "But I suspect that's when she woke up screaming. Doc said that she tore her stitches and some muscles. Frakking Cylons," William almost smiled at the bitterness in his son's voice.
"We need you back in the sky, Captain. You can come back when the toasters stop showing up every half hour." William said it softly, not wanting to harm the tentative truce they had set up. Lee nodded before placing Kameron gently on the bed.
"I feel like we're failing them somehow," Lee admitted quietly, looking down at the vulnerable form. "Each time the Cylons show up, I get that feeling growing stronger."
"We'll fight it when we fight the Cylons, son. Ten for every one of us." William replied, watching as Lee squared his shoulders.
"Ten for every one of us," Lee repeated.
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