AN: And here's chapter three. I'm glad everyone seems to be enjoying it so far I know I am. Lots of things happen in this chapter but there's one really big thing that happens that's going to affect the future of this fic from the get go. Obviously nothing is ever set in stone and you will understand what I am talking about when you read it, but I would like everyone to guess what will happen to this specific person next chapter. Brownie points to anyone who can guess what I am planning to do! Now let the chapter begin!
Battlestar Galactica
"Report!" Adama yelled as he ran onto the CIC of the Galactica almost at a full sprint. By design the commander's quarters were within a walking distance of a few minutes of the CIC. Making it easier for the commander of the ship to reach the bridge of his vessel. But far enough away that if the CIC or his or her quarters were targeted specifically by the enemy the other would not automatically be destroyed, hopefully. It also helped that both the quarters and the CIC were practically in the middle of the chip surrounded by armor and bulkheads designed to keep both rooms and their occupants alive.
So when the Galactica bucked and rolled under the impacts of several high caliber rounds he along with Commander Richards and Father Don were thrown around the cabin. Luckily unhurt and after picking themselves up managed to sprint to the CIC in less than five minutes. "Bill," called Tigh as they ran in, "Glad you're not hurt. Were in a right fraken mess, Zeus's Wrath. Looks like their whole Gods damn fleet, they jumped in with twenty four ships total and a shit load of Vipers and Raptors not to mention a shit ton of repurposed Cylon Raiders. Ship count stands at eleven Frigates, eight cruisers, three Destroyers all pre Cylon war era. And to top it all off an old Cylon Destroyer and the Fraken Triton Bill, they got one of the originals out there and she looks a lot better armed than we do."
Adama cursed mightily under his breath at the news, the Galactica was in piss poor shape after decades of neglect following the Cylon war. Against even these old ships she was doomed, not even mentioning the Cylon destroyer OR the Triton. "Status of the Defiant Warrior," he ordered hoping to the Gods the Earth ships hadn't been destroyed. Yes he knew their ship was more advanced technologically than theirs and that their power source made the Galactica's look like a camp fire. But it was a ship less than 200 meters long and he really didn't see how they could stand up to a force the size they were facing.
So he was understandable surprised when Saul smirked savagely at his question, "Frak me Bill but their fine. Thriving in fact, we got hit by the three Destroyers we they jumped in. Took out our Jump Drive and half our remaining weapons systems. But then that tiny ships shot some kind of blue white energy beams and took out all three Destroyers in two shots!"
Adama's eyes shot to Richards who was smirking and didn't look surprised at all. See his look he shot him a thumb up and pointed at both the DRADIS screen and the camera screen showing the battle live outside. Adama looked and saw five ships, three frigates and two cruisers surround the Defiant Warrior and open fire. None of the enemy shots touched the Earth ship as every cannon shell and missile detonated harmlessly against the glowing energy shield they projected. The tiny ship lashed out with its CIWS of all things and Adama felt like he had to pick his jaw up off the floor as two of the ships were destroyed outright and the other three were definitely crippled.
He was jerked out of his envious daze as the Galactica rocked and groaned again. She had already been taking heavy fire before he got to the CIC and by the time he arrived his old girl was already doing her best to fight off the pirates. They should have been destroyed already but from the way they targeted the FTL drive when they arrived, the was the Cylon destroyer and Triton held back their heavier fire and the way the enemy was concentrating on destroying their weapon emplacements only meant one thing.
His thoughts were confirmed a moment later when the Earth ship called them up, "Galactica Actual this is Brigs. Looks like you've got company; several boarding craft from the saucer ship have impacted your upper hull. I imagine they are trying to capture your ship, probably the reason they haven't blown you up yet. They keep hailing us and demanding that we surrender, should we continue with our response commander?"
"Keep fighting Brigs; so long as they are attacking defend yourselves with extreme prejudice. Also recall the fighters in the Galactica's hanger pod to the field. They can help the rest of the fighters, Marks is on his way to his Crusader and should launch in a minute."
"Aye aye sir! But I don't know how long we can keep this up; it's not that we are in danger of damage. But we are not a battleship sire we are supposed to be stealth. Our weapons are not that heavy and don't recharge very fast." Brigs didn't look worried but Richards understood his concern.
"Just keep fighting Brigs; we can't let these pirates overwhelm the Galactica." Brigs saluted him before cutting of the connection. Richards turned to look at Adama who was listening to reports on the cord phone on the intruders before he looked up at him and spoke.
"He's right, there are reports coming in from all over the ship. The pirates are commanding type 005 Cylon Centurions. Probably lobotomized husks programed to follow their orders and kill, they are causing a mess in my ship but my people are trained to fight in situations like this. They should be able to hold the bastards off."
"I have no doubt commander," Richards said, "I will order my marines to assist yours in any way they can."
Galactica Corridors
Marks hid behind the edge of a hallway as large caliber rounds pinged and sparked off the walls around him. With him were Starbuck and Aphrodite along with the two marines that had originally been with Colonel Richards and half a dozen Colonial Marines. After the Galactica was thrown around by the impacts of the enemy firing on her he and the two female pilots had made a run for the port flight pod. Only to be cut off by the invading enemy.
The model 005 Cylons looked nothing like some of the advanced machines he had seen in the historical data banks about the original SGC teams. They looked more like terminators from that old movie but a little blockier and only one eye. According to the colonials it was supposed to move back and forth but the single red eye remained fixed in the middle of the visor.
Their metal armor was thick and covered most of their bodies except for their joints, they carried long wicked looking automatic rifles with big clips. They also had two large pistols on each hip and to top it all off they had large thick metal shields mounted on their left arms. Being powerful machines they could aim and fire the large rifles with one hand and hold the shield up with the other.
When the three of them had encountered what looked like twenty of the things marching down the hall they had wisely doubled back to look for backup. But not before he had tossed one of his two Zat grenades down the hall, luck was on his side as the arcing blue electric energy released by the grenade dropped a half dozen of the machines instantly. The grenade would have gotten more of them were in not for the clogged hallway.
After meeting up with the marines they colonials decided to lead them around the normal fighting to get him to the hanger. The pirates and their Cylon weapons would be aiming for the CIC, secondary control bridge and the engine room so the colonials figured they could lead them around the main invading force. All in all he was impressed with the colonial's military expertise but he couldn't help but sigh in frustration at the whole situation.
"Something bothering you," Sasha whispered to him. She was walking next to him a colonial pistol in hand, AP-RPG already loaded and primed to fire. Marks looked her over, noting that she seemed a little edgy and tense. Not that that was surprising, this was probably her first live combat experience. The fact that it was against the monsters she had been told storied about since she was a child certainly didn't help things.
"Not wrong, I was just hoping for a simple and peaceful first contact. It's just our luck that we come across your people just to end up in the middle of a pirate attack. I just hope your people don't get to mad at us for attacking these guys, they may be pirates and criminals but they are still your people we are attacking. I don't want this to hurt the relationship between our two people before it has the chance to grow."
Sasha smiled slightly and patted his arm. "Don't worry about that Marks. The government and the quorum will probably want to give you all medals after this. The Zeus's Wrath group is the largest and the nastiest group of pirates in the colonies. They have a long list of crimes to answer for, trust me when I say no one will call foul on your for defending yourselves against them."
"Call me Kyle. That's my first name, Kyle Marks." Kyle said, "And I'm glad, you people seem pretty interesting. I'm looking forward to learning more about you. Now why don't we get these party crashing ass holes off your fathers ship huh?"
"Sounds good and call me Sasha if were being informal." Sasha smiled radiantly; she was quickly deciding that she enjoyed Kyle's company. It also helped that he had a lot of cool toys and flew that giant mobile suit. Then there was his unnaturally bright hair and eye color, he hadn't really explained that. He just said that yes the colors were natural and a result of something called project genesis but hadn't been able to explain more before the attack began.
She was slightly behind Kyle who was behind both of his marines and four of hers. All of which were being led by Starbuck in the front. Behind them were the last two colonial marines. They saw some of the crew running around but the Galactica was already understaffed and since they were trying to avoid the main passageways they only rarely saw someone. That's why when her keen ears caught the faint sound of powered servos and heavy metal clanking her eyes shot to the sealed bulkhead they were walking past her instincts flared warning her what was about to happen.
"MOVE!" She shouted slamming into Kyle knocking them both to the ground as the bulkhead exploded of its steel reinforced hinges. The heavy metal door slammed into one of the two marines behind them killing the poor man instantly and knocking the other down to the floor. Out of the blasted door came a half dozen centurions their rifles blazing.
Sasha felt Kyle tense and then roll the both putting his body over hers as the Cylons opened fire. She felt the impacts through his body as some rounds found their mark on his back before he rolled them completely behind some cover in the hallway. For a split second she thought him dead before he pulled her into a crouching position his particle pistol in his hand. At her curious looked he smiled and answered.
"My pilot suit is laced with Trinium a very durable metal. It's not as good as the marine's power armor but it was enough for those few shots." Over their heads the firefight was going on between their forces and the pirate's metal slave and it wasn't a good idea to stick their heads up. The colonials AP rounds were causing some damage but the Cylon's heavy shields were absorbing a large amount of the damage, at least until the two Tau'ri marines added their particle rifles to the mix.
Dozens of bright green particle bolts flooded the hallway, with their power set to medium the Cylon shields and armor sparked and burned under sustained fire turning the centurions to scrap. For a moment it looked like victory was assured but then with everyone's attention focused to the rear they were caught off guard when a second explosion occurred farther down the hall and more centurions swarmed out of the new hole. They were surrounded.
"Fuck," Kyle cursed as his marines and many of the colonials were forced to direct their fire in the other direction. Snapping his helmet on and sealing his flight suit he thumbed his particle pistol up to the max high setting and rolled out of cover towards the approaching terminator rejects. Coming up on one knee he took aim and fired, the large green bolt sliced through the nearest Cylon's shield and then its body causing a huge explosion that rocked him against the wall.
Out of the smoke one of the three remaining centurions running at a full sprint. This one however had dropped its rifle and pulled a long four foot long combat sword from somewhere. At max power the particle pistol had a two second recharge lag, he was defenseless in close combat. Juking to one side he dodged the machine's thrust and had to fight the urge to cover his ears as the sword bit harshly into the metal wall.
The Cylon yanked its combat sword out of the wall and raised it to strike at him again only for its head to explode knocking it over and killing it. Looking up he saw Sasha, the AP-RPG barrel on her pistol smoking, she looked tense but the relief on her eyes at seeing that he was alright was obvious. Kyle smiled back and was about to call out when a shadow moved in the smoke behind her, she had moved out of cover to take out the Cylon harassing him and was now exposed. Another Cylon sword pierced her body right over her heart spraying blood all over him and her.
"NO!" He yelled as the pirate controlled death machine threw her off its sword. Her face frozen in shock and disbelief at the sword poking out through her chest, but that was its mistake. With Sasha out of the way he surged forward thumbing his pistol back down to medium, his first shot took of the arm with the offending sword at the elbow. The second took out its right knee dropping it to the floor and the third passed right through the center of its frozen red eye.
"Medic," he yelled as he holstered his weapon and rushed to Sasha's prone body, "We need a medic here now!" Flipping her over he instantly had his hands over the gushing wound on her chest, "fuck, fuck, fuck." He cursed under his breath, her eyes were wide and glassy and her hands were reaching wildly. She was fading fast, even as others knelt around him trying to offer help he knew it was already too late. Here heart must have been nicked by the sword not pierced directly and that was the only reason she wasn't already dead.
Slowly he reached out and took one of her hands, instantly her eyes focused on his even as the others ripped open her suit to get at the wound trying desperately to save her. It took 17 seconds for her eyes to close and her grip to slacken, she was dead. Slowly he felt his thoughts crystalize, his combat training kicking in. He could mourn later, right now the people who were responsible for this were still out there and now he was pissed.
"Starbuck," he hissed looking at the other woman. She was kneeling next to him tears in her eyes for her dead sister, her head snapped to look at him when he called her. "These bastards are still out there, get me to my mobile suit and we can pay them back a hundred fold."
Starbuck looked shocked for a moment before the anger flared in her eyes and she nodded to him. Leaning down she kissed Sasha's brow before standing. Ordering the marines to take Sasha's body to the infirmary for protection she led him onward, he only looked over his shoulder once. He would mourn later.
They didn't see the pirates or their Cylon toys again before they reached the port flight pod. Running into the bay Starbuck broke off heading for her Viper while he headed towards his Crusader. Only his Mobile Suit and the shuttle remained, the fighters having been recalled by the Defiant Warrior. It was hard to recover fighters during a heated battle especially if you had to run away quickly. So a program was designed to work with the Asgard Transport beams to recall fighters from the battlefield to the hanger or the reverse if necessary.
Grabbing onto the cable lift he shot up to the open cockpit and jumped into the Crusader. Inside the cockpit it was very similar to a fighter cockpit, his suit locked to the chair and the restraints locked around his body as the cockpit closed. Inside the holographic screens sprang to life as he thumbed the activation switch for the Crusader's miniaturized Neutrino-Ion reactor. Biometric and technological scanners identified him the moment he jumped inside and outside its blue eyes flashed in activation.
"Defiant Warrior this is Lieutenant Kyle Marks in Crusader 027 requesting recall beam out to the active battlefield over," Kyle called over the subspace comm. He only had to wait for a few moments before getting an answer.
"Marks this is Brigs we read you over, prepare for beam out. We will beam you above the battlefield and out of the line of fire. You are to flank and engage the ships we are currently engaging; unfortunately none of the extra equipment is ready so you will have to work with what you got. Beaming in ten seconds," Kyle cursed. That meant for weapons all he had for weapons were his 57mm Beam Rifle and a pair of Beam Sabers, for defense he had his shield which could project a powerful energy shield over its surface. Unlike fighters or ships he could not project a shield over his whole body.
Shield bubbles were stationary around their projector, with moving arms and legs and wings any shield would have to have lots of space between the mobile suit and the shield which meant having big shield emitters. But those same emitters would be clunky and hamper the mobile suit's mobility and reaction time, also to project a shield worth having they would have to use Asgard shields as opposed to Goa'uld. But again in both cases there were problems, Goa'uld shields spread out that much over such a small object would fail quickly and have to constantly reform under fire. While Asgard types would overload the small emitters and neutrino-ion generator.
So in the end the designers settled for a physical shield that could project an Asgard style shield over its surface. The whole thing was one big emitter and while it lacked the all-around protection of normal shields it provided excellent frontal protection even against even capital class weapons.
With a flash of light he appeared over the battlefield and took stock. The Galactica was on its last legs, surrounded by the Galactica look alike and the saucer ship more boarding pods were being shot at the burning ship. The Falcon fighters were supporting the Galactica's Vipers Raptors and Scorpions and it looked like they had managed to take out two ships and disable a third. The Defiant Warrior according to the battle data it was feeding him had destroyed the three ships that had sniped the Galactica and then destroyed three more that had attacked it directly and disabled five more. Of the original 24 pirate ships there were now 10 left fighting.
"Alright you damn pirates let's see what happens when you piss me off!" Kyle hit the thrusters of the Crusader to max throwing himself forward at sublight speeds. He ignored the enemy fighters flitting around like so many insects, their sensors could barely detect his presence before he was past them. Coming up behind two frigates he pulled his 57mm Beam rifle and aimed for the thrusters of the closest pirate ship. A dozen bright white plasma beams launched from the rifle in half as many seconds blowing white hot holes of melted metal through the engine block. The targeted frigate buckled and shook before explosions tore its way from rear to brow of the ship, the fire ball explosion engulfed the second frigate near it. Pelting it with fire and debris, knocking it out of the fight.
It seemed as though the pirates didn't like him blowing up their ships. They had to be getting desperate; they had already lost a good chunk of their forces when they were expecting an easy snatch and grab. A half dozen round fighters from the saucer ship zoned in on him launching missiles at him. He snorted as he started to juke and dodge to slow explosives, others he shot down with his beam rifle or the CIWS mounted in his head. But after a few seconds there were no more missiles left.
Obviously understanding that the missiles were useless against him the fighters opened up with their twin autocannons. Bright blue tracers zoomed across the void only to smack against the energy shield mounted on his arm, "pathetic." He murmured stowing his rifle on the inside of his shield and pulling a beam saber from his waist. Thumbing the activation switch a column of bright white plasma roared from the hilt and was held in place by a powerful electromagnetic wrapper.
Surging forward he blasted through the enemy fighter formation arm swinging, the plasma blade slicing through four of the fighters. Cutting them to pieces, this was the advantage of a mobile suit. Almost all fighters or bombers weapons were forward fixed, his Crusader could twist and turn and move like a human could. It could fly in one direction and twist around to shoot or slash in another. One of the Cylon piloted fighters tried to suicide ram him but was cut off when he swatted the offending fighter with his shield turned on like an errant child destroying it. The final fighter charged him straight on and he didn't even waste the effort of flying around, simply destroying it with the CIWS. The whole thing had taken about 30 seconds.
Besides the two big ships circling the Galactica there were six other ships left and it looked like they were trying to flee. However the Defiant Warrior wasn't going to simply let them escape after the damage and death they had caused and opened up with a full salvo of VTP missiles. VTP stood for Variable Tactical Payload Missile and was developed back when the fleet began its first real expansion, back then their missiles were only slightly more advanced than the ones these pirates were using and totally worthless in a fight against even old Goa'uld ships.
No one wanted to get into the habit of throwing Naquadah enhanced nukes around whenever they faced a big threat so the VTP missile was created. Its original fuel based thrusters were replaced with cut down versions of sublight engines giving the missiles the ability to catch up with sublight powered ships and avoid energy based anti-air to a viable extent. The frame of the missile, including the warhead was designed to be interchangeable with several other components giving the missile the ability to adapt to several different roles and functions.
The dozen missiles launched from the Defiant Warrior were of the Hunter Killer variety. Each missile was packed with a powerful Naquadah potassium explosive much larger than those used in the CIWS rail guns. And the tip of the missile was armed with a single use plasma emitter, moments before impact the emitter would activate covering the nose of the missile in a sheath of white hot plasma. Allowing the missile to pierce heavily armored and shielded targets. The reason for the Hunter killer title was because of the extra maneuvering thrusters and fuel packed into it, theoretically the missile could follow its target for over an hour before running out of fuel.
Each of the six remaining pirate ships was targeted by two VTP missiles each. They tried to shoot the missiles down with their CIWS but their tracking systems were too slow for missiles traveling at sublight speeds and what few shots that were lucking enough to make contact sparked and pinged off the VTP's advanced armor. A dozen missiles slammed into half a dozen ships, their beam piercing heads cutting through the old Colonial armor like soft cheese. All of the missiles targeted reactors or main power conduits and exploded with devastating force. Four of the ships were destroyed outright leaving nothing behind but flaming wreckage and the other two lost more than 50% of their crew from the blasts. Neither of the ships would ever fly again.
All that was left were the two big ships, the enemy fighters had pulled back to their motherships away from the Galactica. Kyle noted that all of his people's fighters were still alive though one or two had taken some damage after their shields had been drained. The Galactic had lost a dozen and a half Vipers a few Raptors and even a Scorpion to the enemy Vipers and the Cylon disc fighters they seemed to be calling Raiders.
"Marks this is Brigs do you read me," Brigs called over the com. The Defiant Warrior was turning to face the two remaining ships all weapons pointed towards them. He had to wonder why they were not running yet after they had destroyed their whole fleet.
"Yeah I'm here sir. Whats the plan for these last two?"
"Engineers managed to get your heavy weapon online so were going to beam it onto you. I want you to take care of the disk ship, according to the scans there are only a dozen or so humans on that you so destroy it if you have to but disable it if you can. We are going to disable the Galactica look alike with the Valiant." Even as he was speaking the Crusader glowed with the light of the Asgard beam, a moment later a large folded cannon was mounted on the Crusader's back. It was a 580mm Asgard Plasma Cannon, perfect for taking out heavy targets.
Brigs watched as Kyle blasted towards the saucer shaped ship, the heavy plasma cannon snapping into place in his machine's right hand and balanced in its left. The shield was currently mounted on the back waist using the rifle as a hook. On the main screen he watched as the Valiant Railgun completed its final charge and loaded its round into the chamber.
A lot of people wondered what the purpose was using a kinetic weapon like a railgun as a primary weapon but in the end you could chalk it up to human stubbornness. Sure they had advanced alien energy weapons like plasma and particle weapons but many people wanted a powerful weapon of human creation. The CIWS rail cannons worked by feeding a continuous charge through the two rails and then sliding ammo into the chamber, but the Valiant only fired a single round. That round was a 2.5 meter wide, 6 meter long Depleted Naquadah and Trinium tipped round. The Prometheus Stealth class Defiant Warrior was limited to 1% light speed for its Valiant but that was still nearly a speed of 3 million meters per second. Combined with a super dense round that could both pierce and absorb energy in energy shields it made for a devastating weapon.
"Com have the Pirates responded to request for a surrender," he asked his communications officer. They had been sending the request constantly though out the battle but the crazy pirates just kept coming.
"No sir, the leader just keeps screaming at us sir. I don't think they are willing to give up, they must be desperate." Brigs grunted at the answer but was cut off from answering when the alarm blared again drawing his attention to another officer on the bridge.
"Sir radiological alarm, the enemy Battlestar is arming nukes. Confirmed ship has launched Nukes, 20 of them in total all aimed at us sir. Sensors estimate the warheads to be between 30 and 50 megatons. Impact 20 seconds."
"Intercept what we can and brace for impact," Brigs called. The CIWS lashed out cutting down missile after missile, but they were very close to the ship now and three missiles slipped thought the fire. All three warheads detonated against the shields covering the ship in light. For a moment the Pirates cheered believing that they had won. But after a few seconds the light faded and the smoke cleared and the enemy ship that had decimated their fleet appeared unscathed.
It was the end of the Zeus's Wrath pirate group, a few thousand meters away volley after volley of thick plasma beams blasted the desperately fighting Cylon Destroyer. Kyle Marks and his Crusader were relentless in their assault, the leaders of Zeus's Wrath could only watch in horror as the saucer shaped ship cracked in half before exploding. At this point the pirate leader finally decided that it was time to go, all the other ships destroyed including the Cylon ship had minimal crews. The Triton by itself had ten times the people of the rest of the broken and destroyed fleet. He tried to order an emergency jump, but it was far too late.
The long ominous barrel of the Valiant Railgun fired fourth a large glowing yellow bolt of what looked like electricity. In less than a microsecond the electrified bolt covered the distance between the Defiant Warrior and the Triton. The round impacted on the connection point between the round alligator head and the main body, not exactly the most important or vulnerable places to hit. But it didn't matter, at the impact point the military grade metal vaporized to plasma in a 100 meter radius all the way through the ship. The round had passed right through the Triton and kept going but the damage was done, a tremendous amount of energy from the round was transmitted through the ships structure and the ship buckled and cracked wildly all over.
The ships spine snapped like a twig as cracks appeared all over the hull, one of the flight pods was shook so badly it was dislodged form the ship entirely. Main power shut down instantly as the ships entire purposed turned to saving as many of its crew as it could, secondary power barely keeping life support on and sealing bulkheads where it could. Artificial gravity, all weapon systems and the FTL drive all died. 20% of the crew died either from the impact of the Valiant round or from the rapid decompressions all over the ship and a further 60% were severely injured.
The battle was over, the pirates defeated and the Galactica saved. Reports were coming from the crippled old ship that the last few enemy robots and their commanders were either destroyed or taken prisoner. So naturally it was about a minute later that a series of flashes blinked across his screen and Brigs witnessed over two dozen large ships very similar to the Galactica in design with their support ships all lead by an even bigger four hanger ship all with very big guns jump into the system take one look at the Galactica and the grave yard of ships around it and then instantly orient on his ship and began demanding that he surrender his ship at once or be fired upon. Brigs could only groan under his breath in frustration, "damn fucking first contacts."
Designation: MS-401 Crusader
Crew Size: 1
Dimensions: Meters 20 Tall, Humanoid in shape. Designed and produced by the Tau'ri to give them an edge over enemy fighters like Wraith darts or Ori fighters. Silver grey in color, head has blue eyes covered in a visor. The wings are reminisce of the F-502s are folded down against the back when not in use and flip up when deployed. When deployed they have the same V shape of the 502s the wings are longer but not as wide as their little cousins. Unlike most of the other space faring races the Tau'ri have a limited number of personal and warriors for their ships and fighters. So the Crusader was built to give them a tactical edge over their enemies and to reduce the number of causalities among their own forces. Depending on how it handles in live combat situations the Crusader might even begin replacing the outdated and vulnerable F-502s.
Mass: 60-80 tons (Variable, Depends on Equipment)
Power Plant: Miniaturized Neutrino-Ion generator x1 (1/5 full sized power)
Armor Type: Naquadah/Trinium/Carbon
Flight Speed: 35,000 km/sec
Maneuverability: 19/20
Weapons (Location):
57mm Asgard Plasma Beam Rifle (Stored on back waist, held in either hand,)
Asgard Plasma Beam Saber x2 (Stored on L/R waist)
135mm Linear Gatling Cannon (Optional L/R shoulder, uses repelling magnetic fields to propel rounds instead of a chemical explosion. Can use Explosive, Fragmentation or Friction based rounds for ammo.)
12 Tube micro missile launcher (Optional L/R shoulder, laser guided high explosive rockets. Each tube has five reloads and the individual launchers can be jettisoned when empty to increase speed and maneuverability.)
4 Tube Variable Tactical Payload (VTP) Missile Launcher (Optional L/R shoulder, VTP Missiles are heavily armored have advanced guidance systems large amount of fuel and powerful warheads. They come in several different types including Hunter/Killer, Kinetic, Plasma Submunitions, Shield Breaker, Pursuit, Cruise, Armor Piercing and Wormhole.)
14 Meter Anti-Ship Plasma Sword (Folds and stores over left or right shoulder between the wings, has a plasma edge between emitters and a monomolecular razor edge underneath if the plasma runes out of power or the enemy is resistant to energy weapons.
580mm Heavy Asgard Plasma Cannon (Deploys under left or right arm, stored folded between wings. Long range high destructive and shield piercing ability and can fire once every 3 seconds.)
Equipment (Location):
Ancient Cloak (Internal)
Buster Shield (Curved shield provides full body protection on its own and can activate a Asgard style shield over its surface for added defense)
Inertial Dampeners
Asgard Hyperdrive (Interstellar)
Maneuvering Thrusters (All Over)
Sublight Engines x3 (Rear/Back)
Notes: Picture a Gundam Seed Murasame mobile suit it's the closest thing I could find that fit the description of the Crusader mostly because of the V wings.
