AN: Welcome back everybody. Glad my first chapter was so well received by you all. Now before you get started I just want to say something about the meeting between Richards and Adama you are going to read. Don't assume that just because certain theories are presented does not mean that they are true or that Adama and Co's reactions are to accepting. I this case it's more awe than anything that gets things going as the Colonies are in for some big culture shock.
Also for those of you that say a Mobile Suit has no place in a Stargate fanfic just remember that BSG has no more place than what we make for it. Also for those who say a Mobile Suit is not feasible in combat, please with the Asgard core and a little human ingenuity. In real life the only things that are stopping us from making them are resources and money. It won't be this chapter but hopefully the next one I can give the Crusader some time to shine.
That's all I got so sit back and enjoy chapter 2!
Chapter 2
Battlestar Galactica, Cyrannus System
Adama and Richards walked along the long winding corridors of the ancient Battlestar towards Adama's office escorted by both of their security details. The two Tau'ri and two Colonial Marines walked next to each other a few steps behind, the colonial's kept throwing interested looks at their counter parts while trying to maintain the professionalism while the armored Tau'ri had amused but serious looks on their faces at the curious locals though you couldn't tell since their faces were covered.
Richard's took the time to look around, admiring the robust construction of the giant ship. Hundreds of officers, crew members and engineers ran around in precisely controlled chaos. On the other hand he noted the large lack of advanced technology everywhere he looked. Phones with cords hung on all the walls, the bulkheads had to be opened by hand with a wheel and an air recycling system not unlike what he would find on old space shuttles from before the Stargate program, though they were much bigger to compensate for the size of the ship.
"This is a very impressive ship Commander Adama," Richards said conversationally, "I can easily admit that I've never seen the like."
"Thank you," Adama said pleased with the genuine respect and appreciation in his voice, "though I will admit she is over forty years old and not in the best of shape. This is in fact her last tour before they turn her into a museum for the tourists."
Richards could hear the regret and disdain for that notion and smiled sympathetically, "I imagine this old girl has seen a lot in her time. If those battle scars are any indication, I'm sure she could use a good long rest after her long life. Better a museum than scrapped for parts wouldn't you say?"
Adama nodded in acquiesce, "yes that's true. But I would prefer they didn't decommission her at all. She is the last of the original 12 Battlestars. The first of her kind in the colonies, it's probably just my sentiment talking but that what I think."
"That's understandable," Richards agreed, "but tell me, why would you build such a ship in the first place. Is there another civilization inside this nebula you are not friends with or are your colonies not all friends with each other. I can't see any evidence of alien technology at least as I know it, nor did we detect anything when we scanned you. The entire reason we almost ran into you in the first place isn't because we couldn't detect you but because your ship lacks certain features every other space capable races ships possess."
Adama appreciated the tone in which Richards asked his questions but he got the hidden meaning behind them. They were a space faring race but to these people who he believed to be the thirteenth tribe were more advanced than them by leaps and bounds and from his questions he could figure that they were probably the least advanced space faring race they had ever encountered. That didn't make him feel good at all, "The colonies are united now, but in the past they were not. Wars between the colonies haven't happened in more than one hundred and fifty years but even then we were not truly united. It wasn't until over 40 years ago that things changed, our technology was growing and a company called GreyStone Industries created a race of mechanical beings called Cylons. They were our workers and then our soldiers and then everything else; things were wonderful until one day the unthinkable happened."
Richards sighed knowing where this story was going, "They got smart and then decided that they didn't like being slaves. So they revolted, correct?"
Adama looked surprised but nodded, "they took the war ships we had designed for them to use against each other and turned them on our people, civilian or soldier it didn't matter. This united our people like never before and saw the birth of the modern day Battlestar."
"So you fought a war against sentient machines then, it pains me to say that this isn't the first time I've heard that story. But your still here so I assume you won in the end right?" He was surprised when Adama frowned looking troubled.
"Unfortunately no, the war between us and the Cylons reached a stalemate and neither side was winning. Then all of a sudden they left, leaving a treaty of non-aggression and drawing up an armistice line and then jumping over it. That was almost forty years ago and we haven't heard from them since."
"I'm sorry your people had to go through that," Richards said noting that the colonial's war must have ended around the same time the Ori war in their galaxy had. He also noted that they had finally reached Adama's office and that there was a stern looking man dressed in flowing white robes standing there awaiting their arrival.
"Colonel Richards may I introduce Father Don our ships priest," Adama said gesturing towards the man. Richards raised an eyebrow at the man but smiled none the less.
"A pleasure to meet you Father," he said cordially holding out his hand for him to shake. The man looks at his hand for a second with a look of mistrust before taking it.
"That remains to be seen son; we have a lot of questions for you. If you do not mind we need to get started so that I can have a proper report ready for the quorum when the fleet arrives." The man then enters Adama's office with a swish of his robes. Richards gives Adama a raised eyebrow and the man returns it with a look of apology.
Entering the office Richards notes that it is rather Spartan but comfortable, Adama goes to sit behind his desk while the Priest moves to stand beside him looking intently at Richards. He in turn takes a seat across from Adama politely declining a offered glass of water before Adama begins to speak, "Thank you for agreeing to meet us here on our ship Colonel Richards, there are a couple of questions I would like to ask you before the fleet arrives. We need to confirm exactly what happened to your people when you left Kobol."
Richards blinked pausing before answering, "I would be glad to answer what questions that I can, I am qualified to carry out a first contact situation for the T.S.F. Though I have to ask why a priest is required in our meeting."
Father Don looked angry for a second before speaking up, "I am this ships Priest Colonel, I am not only their representative to the quorum and the temples but I am also required to ordain over any deaths that happen while away from the colonies. I would think it would be an easy concept to understand."
"Forgive me Father it's not my place to judge your peoples beliefs or procedures. I was just trying to confirm how I should treat you in relation to Commander Adama during our exchange. Now as for your question, I'm afraid that I have no idea who or what Kobol is could you please explain it to me?"
Now both Adama and Don looked shocked though Don's look rapidly changed to anger, "Please do not lie Colonel Richards, there's no way you could not know what Kobol is. It's the birthplace of humanity the cradle from which the Gods gave us life. Though your tribe may have been separated from us for three thousand years I refuse to believe that you have forgotten your birth place."
Richards looked a little confused, "you keep calling us the thirteenth tribe. Can you please explain that to me?" He asked kindly trying to get a full picture of the situation.
"Originally," Adama said cutting of the angry looking Priest, "all of humanity lived on Kobol our home world with the gods. Zeus, Athena, Poseidon, Apollo, and the rest of the gods, but a great cataclysm struck the planet and humanity was forced to flee or be destroyed. The gods vanished from Kobol with a final word of warning to never return. Humanity then split into our thirteen original tribes, twelve of us left together eventually settling on the twelve planets we inhabit today while the thirteenth tribe left on their own and settled on a planet they called Earth."
"And you think we are that thirteenth tribe," Richards stated getting nods from both the Battlestar Commander and the ship Priest. "It's not my pace to tell you if your religion is correct or not but I would like it if you would answer a few of my questions and then listen to my explanation and then maybe I can answer a few of your questions." Both men looked at each other, Adama looking stern and a little worried while Don looked like he was just waiting to shout blasphemy at the drop of a hat.
"Ok then, you said that this thirteenth tribe of humans separated from your twelve when you left Kobol. If that is true then how can you know that they ever reached a planet on their journey or that they called that planet Earth for that matter?" Both men blinked not expecting the question to be asked that way.
"There's not much written about the thirteenth tribe," Don admitted slowly, "only what is written in the Sacred Scrolls. Our holy texts that depict our journey from Kobol and mentions the thirteenths tribe's separation. It mentions that they reached a planet and called it earth but it doesn't mention how we know that, only that they did."
"Well I think I can explain what happened if you are willing to listen, to start off we are not your thirteenth tribe. The reason I say this is because we have archeological evidence of our prehistoric ancestors existing on earth up to 200,000 years ago. This is where our strain of humanity comes from but I'm not saying that it is where yours come from. When we started exploring the galaxy we discovered evidence of a race that existed millions of years before our own called the Ancients. These Ancients in actuality are the original Humans that evolved in a galaxy millions of lightyears away from our own. They were hundreds of thousands of years more evolved than us but we discovered that when they arrived in this galaxy they were suffering from a plague that had devastated their population."
"The Ancients terra formed thousands of worlds in this galaxy which we call the Milky Way Galaxy. But they chose Earth, our home world to re evolve their species though much less evolved than they originally were so we would not suffer from the same disease that wiped them out originally. But our galaxy is not the only one they did this in, we know of at least two other galaxies with large human populations in them and they are not connected to earth in any way."
"It's entirely possible that your ancient gods are in fact Ancients and it's very possible that they seeded another new human strain on Kobol which would make your belief that Kobol is your home world entirely a fact. It would also explain how your Thirteenth tribe knew about Earth, if your gods were in fact Ancients your lost tribe could have heard about it from them and tried to reach it, meaning they left Kobol to look for Earth and could explain how you know what their destination was."
Both men understandably were shocked by the information. Don specifically looked confused and surprised, he had expected something along the lines of your gods aren't real and your religion is false. It's what a lot on atheist and monotheistic groups in the colonies did and those groups who took it to terrorism were the worst of the lot. "That is a very astounding story Colonel Richards, it's not what I expected you to say honestly," Don said sounding less hostile than before.
"That's understandable," Richards said kindly, "it's a pretty big thing to take in at the drop of a hat I know. Our people had a hard time accepting that story at first as well. Though I think I can confirm it a little more, you said your Gods vanished from Kobol in the planets fall. Is there any mention of things like the word ascension or white light in your sacred texts?"
Adama looked curious at the question but Don flinched his eyes widening slightly causing both men to look at him and Adama to ask, "I assume that means something to you Father Don?"
"Yes," he answered slowly his eyes never leaving Richards, "there is some abstract mention to terms in some of the older versions of the scrolls in the old dialect. It mentions how the gods rose from Kobol in the fall like shining stars and guided the Galleon, the ship that left Kobol with the 12 tribes, safely away."
Richards smiled as both men turned to look at him for an explanation, "as I stated before the Ancients also known as the Alteran were hundreds of thousands in not millions of years more evolved than we are. And while a good portion of the race died in the plague that ravaged them a few were able to do what we call ascension. They were so evolved that they could shed their flesh and blood and live on immortal as beings of pure energy on a higher plain of existence."
"That's crazy," Adama stated looking a little over whelmed. He certainly hadn't this to be where their conversation would lead to. The fact of the matter was that Richards like most officers was well versed in the full history of the Ancients and how humanity came about. His theory that the Kobol strain of humanity was a shot in the dark but until they could confirm or deny the fact it would be a good was to let the colonials keep their history mostly intact and cause less ripples in their early relations. Plus the fact that they believed that Kobol their home world as opposed to Earth was another good indicator. Finally the fact that they were both technologically advanced and isolated pretty much cut out the Goa'uld as their ancient gods.
"It is," Don said a little faintly trying to come to terms with the information and the ramifications it might have. He didn't completely believe it right away, but he had a feeling in his gut that was telling him that Richards might be telling the truth. His faith in the Lords of Kobol was absolute and though he might just be fooling himself but he could have sworn that the feeling was them telling him to believe Richards. "But if it's true then."
"Then it's entirely possible that you Gods are still alive," Richards said happily, "ascended beings have tremendous power enough to literally shatter planets and turn off stars. But the thing is they also have rules they must follow, and the number one rule is that they can never interfere with the lower plain of existence and the mortals that inhabit it. Namely us, the temptation is just too great. Though they do do a lot watching, I wouldn't be surprised if they were in the room right now watching us make first contact."
"This is getting a little out there," Don said, "and a lot to take in. But I can't help but believe you somewhat." Adama looked surprised at his Priest but kept silent for the moment. "Your ship alone proves your extra colonial and I can't see any reason for you to just up and lie to us. A large part of me wants to believe you since in our texts it also describes the Gods as very similar to us humans in a lot of ways."
"But we have gone a little off topic," Adama said finally stepping in. "This is a hard pill to swallow, for me I can't help but wonder what really happened to the thirteenth if you really aren't them. But that can wait, what I need to know is your intentions for the colonies."
"Well that's easy," Richards said, "we have no specific intentions for you other than to make peaceful contact with you and your people. The Galaxy at large is at peace and I really can't see them caring to much about you other than normal interest. Your situation of being isolated isn't that rare actually though your spaceships will raise some questions, unless the rest of your ships are light years more advanced than this one your technology will be comparatively primitive compared to the rest of the space faring galaxy."
Neither man looked very happy at that admission especially Adama who knew the fleet was advanced. Even with the technological retardation they suffered during the Cylon war the years after saw a resurgence of that lost technology especially in these last few years. However Adama expected even the mighty Kobol class Warstar wouldn't be able to stand up to the Earther ship. Most people in the Colonies would assume the Earther warship to be less powerful because of its small size but Adama was quickly realizing that the reason it was so small was because it had the technology to back it up.
"You understand this is going to upset a lot of my superiors Colonel Richards," Adama said slowly. "The idea that there is a galaxy full of humans with ships full of technology that far outstrips our own will make them worried. They will want to know if they can get their hands on your technology to even the odds."
Richards nodded; it wasn't surprising the topic would turn to that. "I'm sure something can be worked out Commander Adama but I can promise anything myself. That's for my superiors to decide. But it's not all that bad, not all the races in the galaxy are super advanced. Most of the human ones don't have space fleets of their own as they are still developing themselves. Even more are barely more than primitive, I won't go into a lot of details right now but basically about ten thousand years ago a parasitic alien visited earth and kidnapped many primitive humans."
Both men focused on the info and the date which indicated that humans were on earth so long before their people had left Kobol, just another piece of the puzzle. "The alien who called itself Ra cast itself as a god to our primitive ancestors and found that it could use human bodies like hosts. Literally take them over and control their bodies from the inside, so Ra bred humans as slaves and hosts and spread them across the galaxy where the rest of his race called Goa'uld took them as well and spread them further."
"Over the thousands of years many groups managed to get away to other planets and raise their own civilizations while others lived and died under the tyranny of the Goa'uld. Though in almost any case the Goa'uld destroyed, conquered or repressed as many free human civilizations that they could find, repressing their technology. Earth got lucky when the ancient humans scared Ra off of Earth our planet got left alone for almost five thousand five hundred years and our people managed to develop enough to reach out to the stars and though a lot of skill and no small amount of luck overthrew and destroyed the Goa'uld. It's only now that those underdeveloped people are getting their feet under them and standing up."
"That's an amazing tale," Adama whispered in awe. Evil aliens and humans used as slaves. Ten thousand years of darkness and depression only for Earth to rise up and save the galaxy. He would almost think Richards was lying but again but again what reason would he have to. And they would discover the truth for themselves soon enough with the doors to the wider galaxy finally opening for them.
"Yes," said Don a little breathless, "Thank you for sharing this information with us."
"It's nothing the rest of the galaxy doesn't tell their children as bedtime stories. I just wanted you to have the basics down before the rest of the galaxy arrives on your door step so to speak," Richards said. "It's not everything but I think it's enough to get you on your feet. The rest can wait until my superiors arrive, till then why don't you tell me more about each of your colonies?"
Galactica, Firing Range
Marks was silently enjoying himself as he let himself be led around by the two Adama women. As pilots he instantly clicked with the two, Kara Adama or Starbuck was spunky and had a certain devil may care attitude on life though luckily it stopped well short of a self-destructive attitude. Sasha Adama or Aphrodite earned her callsign well. She looked much too beautiful to be in the military and had a sense of innocence about her which told him that she hadn't seen any real combat yet but she also had a hint of steel in her eyes and by the way the others around her whispered about her abilities in a fighter she must have skill.
The duo started off by showing him their main line fighter called Vipers. The Galactica had a complement of Viper 's their latest model and it looked a lot like a wraith dart. Minus the organic parts naturally, he asked them if they had any inertial dampeners in them and was surprised when they told him no. It was disconcerting and impressive at the same time, he couldn't imagine flying without one. If he did he would turn to paste inside his cockpit the moment he hit the accelerator, and that meant the colonials vipers were severely limited in their speed.
After the Vipers were the Raptors. Beetle shaped transports about the same size of an ancient puddle jumper. They could hold just as many people as well which made them good troop transports. Unlike the Vipers the Raptors had miniature jump drives which the colonials explained were their FTL, a point to point FTL much different from their own Hyperdrives but extremely limited in range adding another reason as to why no one even knew they existed before today. Finally the Raptors could be outfitted with a series of heavy weapons from missile launchers, unguided rockets and some heavy machineguns.
To round things out the largest craft was called the scorpion gunboat; it played a duel role of fighter control and light ship destroyer. When the fighters were away from the cover of their Battlestars the scorpion filled the roll of flak cover and when smaller lighter cruisers and frigates threatened the large slow Battlestars the scorpions large cannons took care of them.
After getting a look at all their fighter the pilots took him to the firing range to show him their guns. He noted that their rifles while similar to the old style chemical explosive weapons they were generally of a higher caliber than what had been normal for them years ago. And every single weapon, including the pistols, had armor piercing rocket propelled grenade launchers. When he had asked why they told him about the Cylons and their history with the killer machines.
While the Cylons had apparently been gone for almost forty years now he was a little worried about encountering them. Not because he thought they might be a threat but because of what might happen if they got out into the wider galaxy and to the Stargates. For all they knew they already had and were watching the Earth right then and there. But there was no point in worrying about it right that second and soon enough he discovered the real reason they had shown him all their guns and brought him to the firing range.
"Hey Marks think you could show us that fancy looking gun of yours," Starbuck called after putting the Colonial issue assault rifle back into its rack. "It's only fair after we showed you ours." Marks could have sworn that there was a hint of suggestiveness in her voice.
There wasn't any real rule against showing them his pistol and how it fired. So he pulled out his 10mm Bolter particle pistol. The original was based off the particle magnum from the famous Ronan Dex from the original SGA-1, then upgraded and improved with additional technology the earth had acquired. "I don't mind showing you; I imagine that you've never seen an energy weapon before right?"
"So it is a laser gun," Sasha said excited but then blushed slightly when Starbuck shot her an amused look. Marks looked at her amused as well and twirled his gun on his finger like a cowboy of old.
"Actually that's not correct; this is a particle based energy weapon. It fires a packet of high energy particles that explode on impact. But it has different power setting, starting at stun which fires a non-lethal bolt that renders the target unconscious. Then low, medium and high for the lethal settings depending on if the target is armored or not. Here I will show you."
Aiming down the range he switched the Bolter from stun to the low setting and aimed at the target. Pulling the trigger caused both women to jump slightly at the popping twang sound the gun made as it discharged and at the bright green bolt of energy that flew down the range. Striking the target more or less in the bull's-eye, the bolt of energy exploded all but incinerating the paper target and melting the metal of the stand for several inches in diameter and almost a quarter of an inch deep. On an unarmored human the shot would have caused third degree burns and flashed boiled the blood in the body.
"Frak me," Starbuck whispered awed. It was one thing to assume that these earthers were more advanced than them, it was another to so an honest to gods energy weapon. Something she assumed was limited to cheesy science fiction movies, "you said that that's the low setting?"
"I want one," Sasha said with unbridled want in her voice. "That is so fraking cool; everyone in your group seems to have one. Are these the norm for your military, what other weapons do you have!?"
Marks chuckled as she ranted, "ok, ok. Slow down Sasha, I don't mind telling you more. I could show you more but we came only with weapons that had stun functions just in case something went wrong. But I think I can satisfy your interest."
Zeus's Wrath Fleet
The Zeus's Wrath pirate group was the largest most sophisticated group of outlaws in the Cyrannus system. Almost a hundred years old their greatest triumph came after the end of the Cylon war. When dozens of old style ships from before the introduction of the Battlestars were decommissioned and placed in fleet graveyards. Frigates, Cruisers and Destroyers were the flavor of the day and in the decades following the Cylon war they managed to steal and fully equip a total of eleven frigates, eight cruisers and three destroyers.
The frigates were not all the same class, ranging from 300 meters to 450 meters in length and armed mostly for anti-fighter work. Mostly 25mm close in weapon systems or CIWS supplemented with 80mm cannons and 6 rack 45mm rocket turrets. The cruisers like the frigates were of many different classes. Between 400 meters and 600 meters long, they were armed with many anti-ship missile launchers the same CIWS as the frigates but much less in number and were the pirates main fighter carriers as they could hold a large amount of vipers and raptors.
But the destroyers were a different story; all three of them were the same class of ship. At 575 meters in length the destroyer lived up to its class with a single 450cm cannon mounted on the nose and built into the spine of the ship. Unlike the duel 250cm cannons of most Battlestars that used dozens of high explosive shells fired constantly like flak the cannon on these destroyers fired a single high density armor penetrating shell that didn't detonate until it had pierced the armor of the target. Originally used against the Cylon Basestars and their escorts, they were just as deadly against even modern day Battlestars. Let alone an original Battlestar like the Galactica.
But that was not the end to the pirate's power, while the Colonel fleet knew about their frigates, cruisers and destroyers. Other than the normal support and supply ships the pirates of Zeus's Wrath biggest secret was twofold. Approximately half a decade ago they came across two derelict ships floating through space, the first was a Cylon War era destroyer. A single dish shaped craft 1100 meters in diameter and 350 tall in the middle, armed with two dozen 250cm cannons, thirty 750mm auto cannons and 450 25mm CIWS emplacements these craft were the guards for the larger double dish Basestars of the war era. And to top it off it held a squadron of 120 Cylon war era raiders.
The craft had been disabled with a high powered EMP blast that fried the craft and all the Cylon centurions on board. Mostly intact it was a simple measure for Zeus's Wrath to bring the craft back online, it didn't hurt that over a thousand of the centurions were on the ship. After ripping out the neural CPUs they called brains and replacing them with very dumbed down control programs they had an easy labor force slash fighting squad to do their work for them.
But it was the ship floating with the Cylon destroyer that presumably disabled it that was the real prize, one of the original twelve Columbia class Battlestars the Triton. Presumably lost in battle half way through the war their inspection of it led them to discover that the ships life support had been destroyed killing the whole crew. The ship had been in rough shape and it had taken them almost two years to get it space worthy again at their home base. But having their own Battlestar was a huge boost to the organization, and now they were looking to add a second Battlestar to their fleet.
The Triton was almost completely armed, only missing one or two of the main cannons and two dozen CIWS emplacements. Much better than the neglected Galactica, getting crew for all their ships was a little more difficult but after getting the construction plans for the centurions from the Cylon ship they were able to build new ones when necessary but that was only a stopgap measure.
Regardless they had enough people for all their current warships and then some and after they captured the Galactica and refit it they could start hitting much bigger targets with military protection. Hitting civilian supply ships could only support them for so long, so when the Zeus's Wrath fleet jumped to the coordinates where the Galactica was located they opened fire almost instantly.
Defiant Warrior
"Multiple Gravimetric distortions detected, new contacts. More than a dozen of them all around us!" Shouted one of the tactical officers to Brigs as he sat on in the Captain's chair waiting for Commander Richards to report back. It had only been a little over an hour since the away team had gone over and he was still getting updates from the group of pilots in the ships hanger. Also he was still getting telemetry and biometrics from all of the away team's implanted transponders.
So he was caught completely by surprise when over two dozen very big and mean looking ships flashed into existence. At first he thought it was the Colonial fleet coming to meet with them because another Battlestar that looked almost exactly the same as the Galactica appeared as well. But that thought was quickly put to rest when three identical ships with very big guns running down their spines targeted the Galactica and opened fire.
The old giant ship bucked and rolled as three large slugs impacted the engine block and connecting area between the thrusters and the main body. Large chunks of metal and debris exploded out of the warships in arcs of flame. His eyes instantly shot to his peoples biometric readings and he barely held in a sigh of relief when they all showed green and alive still.
"Shields at maximum, evasive maneuvers now! Bring all weapon systems online and launch the rest of the Falcons," he shouted as several of the ships maneuvered towards them. A transmission was directed their way and the group claiming to be the Zeus's Wrath pirate group demanded that they stand down and surrender their ship. Brigs wanted to curse badly at that moment but didn't as the main helms officer hit the thrusters on the sublight engines shooting the Defiant Warrior forward at an incredible speed.
The Tau'ri ship sped around angling back towards the Galactica whose Viper CAP was desperately fighting off pirate vipers, raptors and strange disc shaped fighters while launching more Vipers every moment to support their flagging pilots who were frankly being over whelmed. "Give me Asgard Plasma beams and target those three ships that hit the Galactica, l want to show these pirates what happens when you disturb a perfectly peaceful first contact."
The crew gave him affirmatives and targeted the three ships. Two 50cm blue white beams of super compressed plasma heated to more than 10,000 degrees Celsius lashed out from the Defiant Warriors prow. The first beam actually flew down the large barrel of the pirates lead Destroyer and burned its way through the ship to come out the other side in an instant. The second beam bisected the main reactor of the second Destroyer and then impacted both the CIC and main power conduit of the third Destroyer.
The plasma beams, designed to pierce the strongest energy shields and toughest ship armor in the known universe were overkill on the primitive ships and all three exploded in a spectacular fashion. "Multiple ships diverting course and heading our way sir! Our fighters are joining the Galactica's fighters in support," his tactical officer shouted. Indeed several smaller ships were heading their way in an attempt to cut them off from the Galactica, missiles and cannon sped towards them. Most of it missed but what didn't peppered the shields making them glow. The computers didn't even read the impact.
"Ignore their firepower for now unless they start throwing nukes around. They probably can't hurt us but I would rather our fighters not take a nuke in the face. Recharge the plasma beams for another volley and spin up the Valiant. Target the closest ships to us with the CIWS; let's see how their armor holds up to magnetically accelerated Naquadah Potassium rounds."
The answer, not very well. Normally the quick rapid fire rail cannons were used to target fighters with limited sublight speed like their own Falcon fighters. The colonial craft still used combustion style fuel engines and did not possess inertial dampeners so it was almost wasteful to waste the round on tiny craft even if they could hit each one with a single shot each time. Instead three frigates and two cruisers circled around the Defiant Warrior constantly hammering the shields with weapons fire and demanding that they surrender or be destroyed.
This was a mistake as it gave all 28 40mm rail cannons a target to lock on to. Five or Six of the cannons targeted each of the attacking ships with the fighters flying around were completely ignored. The armor of the Cylon war era ships was much thinner than the modern day Battlestars and their escorts. Not that it really made a difference, hundreds of magnetically accelerated around bit deeply into the ships passing through meters of armor and internal components before exploding. Fireballs blossomed over the hull of the five ships, two of them cracked in half before exploding while the other three buckled and swerved away from the Warrior desperately trying to get out of range.
"Damn even the CIWS is over kill on these guys," Brigs murmured, "I almost feel like a bully picking on little kids." Suddenly another alarm sounded and his eyes were drawn to the one ship that was configured differently than the other ships. It was a big flying saucer that was really messing with his perceptions, making him wonder if the Asgard had ever used ships shaped like that.
"Sir the large saucer like ship has launched a dozen large objects at the Galactica, I'm not reading any life signs on them and they don't appear to be weapons like missiles." The main viewer zoomed in on the targets and they looked like three sided pyramids with the top cut off flying on its side with its base facing the Galactica and a triple blade like protrusion was mounted on the front. All twelve objects descended on the Galactica from above while its cannons and CIWS were angled to ward off fire from the other ships.
Vipers from the Galactica angled to try and take them out but were hampered by covering fire from the enemy pirate ships. There were twenty five of their Falcons on the field along with four Galactica Scorpion Gunboats and they were doing their best to ward of the attackers and protect the ship and were unable to break off to engage the objects. Unable to do anything they watched the pods impact the Galactica their blades piercing the armor and slicing into the ship.
"Those are some sort of infiltration craft," Brigs said suddenly understanding. Suddenly their sensors detected dozens of energy signatures in each pod flare to life. "Com get me the Galactica, I think we should warn them to be expecting some company!"
Preview: What happens when the Galactica is attacked from within? Can the crew of the Battlestar fight of the horrors from their past? Also what happens when the Defiant Warrior goes up against the Triton!
Tech:
Designation: Colombia class Battlestar
Crew Size: 3500
Dimensions: Meters 1438 long by 536 wide by 183 tall
Mass: 1,225,000 tons
Power Plant: Tylium reactor x1
Armor Type: Titanium/Steel/Tylium composite (Between 2.5 and 6 meters thick all over)
Flight Speed: 4,500 km/hr
Maneuverability: 6/20
Weapons (Location):
Duel barreled 250cm gas propelled Kinetic Cannon x32 (4 fixed forward under nose, 28 along alligator head and spine)
Duel barreled 45mm Autocannon CIWS x535 (Dorsal and Ventricle surface all over. Uses a chemical explosion via gunpowder no different than a normal gun just scaled bigger)
Ship to ship missile tubes x20 (launches conventional antiship missiles with advanced guidance systems, long range and armored against flak screens)
Nuclear missile tube x12 (larger tube than the conventional tubes, fires nukes with power between 50 and 200 megatons)
Equipment (Location):
Maneuvering Thrusters (All Over)
Ion Impulse Engines x6 (Rear)
Flight Pods x2 (Holds up to 145 Vipers, 45 Raptors and 15 Scorpions each, Retractable)
Gravity Plates (Internal, creates artificial gravity)
FTL Jump Drive x1 (5 Light Year Range Max)
Inertial Dampeners (internal, limited with massive power requirements, mostly for protection during FTL jumps)
CIC Bridge (Mostly un-networked systems lacking most of the advanced computer systems of the more modern Battlestars.)
Viper/Raptor/Scorpion Construction yards (Allows for construction of new war materials from raw materials during a long term voyage)
Notes: The Colombia class is the first joint creation of all 12 of the Colonies for their armed forces. Though the wars between the colonies had ended almost 150 years prior there was still a sense of mistrust among certain groups. However the advent of the Cylon war was the catalyst needed to bury those feeling once and for all and truly uniting the 12 colonies. The Colombia class is also the first Battlestar to use the now iconic alligator shape used in all modern day Battlestars. Please note the specs above are for Colombia classes during the Cylon war and the few Colombia that remain are in states of disrepair and are missing several weapon systems and armor sections and even most of their fighters, the oldest and most famous being the Galactica
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Designation: Viper Mk VII
Crew Size: 1
Dimensions: 5 meters long by 3 wide by 2.5 tall
Mass: 25 tons
Power Plant: Tylium Reactor x1
Armor Type: Titanium/Steel/Tylium composite
Flight Speed: 1200 km/hr
Maneuverability: 11/20
Weapons (Location):
35mm Autocannon x3 (Wings)
Tylium Concussion Missiles (8 in launcher)
Equipment (Location):
Thrusters x3 (rear)
DRADIS (cockpit)
Landing gear
Ejection System
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Designation: Raptor Mk III
Crew Size: 2 (10 max)
Dimensions: 10 meters long by 8 wide by 4 tall
Mass: 50 tons
Power Plant: Tylium Reactor x1
Armor Type: Titanium/Steel/Tylium composite
Flight Speed: 1200 km/hr
Maneuverability: 5/20
Weapons (Location):
35mm Autocannon (Rear)
12 tube 120mm Missile launcher x2 (Optional, DRADIS guided)
14 tube 55mm Rocket launcher x2 (Optional, Laser Guided)
.50cal Chain gun x2 (Optional Wings)
Equipment (Location):
Thrusters x2(rear)
DRADIS (cockpit, optional dish enhancer)
Landing gear
Jump Drive x1 (6 light month range)
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Designation: Scorpion Mk IV
Crew Size: 4 (20 total)
Dimensions: 30 meters long by 12 wide by 8 tall
Mass: 90 tons
Power Plant: Tylium Reactor x1
Armor Type: Titanium/Steel/Tylium composite (Between .5 and 1 meters thick all over)
Flight Speed: 1200 km/hr
Maneuverability: 2/20
Weapons (Location):
Duel 75mm Artillery Cannon x4 (Spine)
105mm Chain gun x2 (Wings, fixed forward)
35mm Autocannon x8 (all over)
Vertical Missile Launcher x12 (neck)
Equipment (Location):
Thrusters x5(rear)
DRADIS (cockpit)
Landing gear
Jump Drive x1 (6 light month range)
Cockpit Escape Pod