Chapter 4 Contact

The sun was rising over the country side as Noble Six along with the ODST parked their Warthog and Mongooses in a large group of trees. They had spotted the strange ships in growing numbers over the past few hours but only now did they get a look at what they were facing.

"Any idea what they are Lieutenant?" asked Ian as he looked though a pair of binoculars.

"Not any Covenant I know." answered Noble Six as he used the built in binoculars to look at the ship, they were not as fast as Longsword fighters or even Pelicans at full speed. However they were making turns that would kill any human pilot with the G forces alone. They had a red visor which marked what had to be the cockpit. Under each wing was a rack full of missiles.

"How can you know that?" asked Blake

"Maybe it was the humans in the tent city." said Alec as he turned his attention to the row after row of tents and makeshift structures that covered a large area in the distance. Mix in the tent city was over three dozen ships all of them landed. However dominating over it all was concrete building with huge walls and guard towers at every corner.

"Separates?" asked Blake as he looked at the mass of humanity huddled in the tent city.

"Maybe." said Noble Six as he watched a pair of eight foot tall metal machines walk down the dirt streets, the humans looked away as the machine's passed. "Or refuges from some other battle who are under the control of rampant AIs."

"So we have a terminator situation?" asked Alec

"You really love those old movies don't you Alec." said Ian

"They are better than the new crap that is out there now." answered Alec as suddenly a huge explosion rocked the largest building as huge smoke rose up. Instantly the fighters and the slower moving troop transports rushed toward the spot of the attack.

"I think we have a resistance movement on our hands." said Noble Six

"Shall we move in?" asked Ian

"Not yet." ordered Noble Six "Radio back to the ship and then when night falls we will move in and grab someone."

"Grab?" asked Ian "I don't like the idea of grabbing civilians."

"We need information and that is the best way." stated Noble Six as he turned around to see the last member of the group the ODST nicknamed Crazii he had taken out his knife and had started to cut a smiling face into the dirt.

"Stop that Crazii." snapped Alec as he kicked over the dirt.

"Why, it is fun." said Michael "Besides how is that any more crazy then what I did on Reach?"

"Please don't remind me." said Alec

"Just send the message to command." ordered Noble Six

"Alright." said Blake as he went toward the radio stored in the back of the warthog. "I hope that the satellite we put up there is still working."

Meanwhile underground in the headquarters of the New Caprica Resistance movement they where once again trying to contact the rescue raptor which they believed and hoped to be out their waiting.

"This frequency is suppose to the weakest when it comes to the jammer?" asked Samuel

"So my source says." added Galen as he moved toward the frequency however suddenly a voice came off the wireless.

"Noble group to Gates of Valhalla." said a male voice as the two resistance leaders looked at each other.

"What the Frak?" asked Sam little did they know they had stumbled upon the radio message from the UNSC ground forces back to their ship. The now 21 year old satellite had been damaged by the wake of the first colonial FTL ship knocking out most of it's systems.

"This is the Captain." said an older woman's voice

"We have discovered a human colony location grid J29 east of the ship." said the first male voice

"UNSC?" asked the female

"Unknown but they appear to be under a as Alec puts it a terminator situation." Said the male voice

"Understood." said the female voice

"Six request grab job at nightfall." asked the male voice

"Understood." said the female voice "Contact again once the mission is done."

"Roger will change radio frequency to code five alpha bravo foxtrot." said the male voice

"Understood." said the female voice "Gates of Valhalla out."

"Ok what the frak was that?" asked Sam

"Maybe it is Cylon." said Galen "Maybe the gates of Valhalla is one of their ships."

"Cylons don't name ships." stated Colonel Tigh as he walked up. "I heard everything."

"It's the best I have." said Galen "But they seem to want to grab someone."

"J29 could that mean housing section J?" asked Sam as he looked at the map of New Caprica "Housing section J was one of the outer rings of tents and could easly be surrounded."

"That is where Laura Roslin lives isn't it?" asked Galen

"Ya, they must be after her or someone else in that house section." said Sam

"You send the message I'll take care getting some fighters together, if we can kill Cylons when they are preparing for a raid it may slow down their raids." said Sam

"Good." said Tigh as Sam ran off to prepare while Galen moved down to the proper frequency.

Meanwhile high above their heads hiding in the gases that surrounded the planet sat a colonial viper waiting for a call four months overdue. Every day they had sat there waiting to contact the ground while they watched the five Cylon Baseships in orbit around the planet. At first they feared that their new city had been nuked from orbit destroying a majority of what was left of humanity however the lack of nuclear fall out and the fact that Cylons kept dropping supplies was a sign they where up to something down there.

"Alright time to spin up the FTL." said the Pilot as the raptor prepared to leave, within an hour another one would take its place on the line.

"Wait….I am getting something." said the electronic warfare officer as he sat at the computer in the back transport hold. "It's colonial…..It's them."

"Send the package and let's get the frak out of here." Said the pilot as she looked out the window her eyes widened as five flashes of light filled space as five new Baseships entered orbit making the total number of enemy ships ten to their two battlestars.

"FRACK." snapped the pilot as the Baseships began to move around the planet in a defensive position and sending out heavy raiders which was full of more troops.

"Did they hear the wireless?" asked the electronic warfare

"I don't know but let's get the frak out of here." snapped the pilot as the raptor disappeared in a flash of light. Little did the Colonials know that the Cylons didn't pick up the message but the new forces where in direct response to the prediction of a Spartan rising to destroy them.

The Raptor jumped back into a fleet demoralized by the lost of so many people on New Caprica, most where frightened and afraid that they were soon going to die; they had lost almost all hope of finding the mythical lost colony of Kobol, Earth. In the center of the ragtag fleet flew a monster that dominated over almost all the ships, this was the flagship of the fleet one of two remaining battlestars in a colonial space flaring navy that used to comprised of over a hundred Battlestars.

Standing in the Combat Information Center or CIC was Admiral William Adama, gracing his face was a mustache that he had grown while they were in orbit over New Caprica for the year before the Cylon's appeared. He had sworn to himself and the gods of Kobol that he wouldn't remove the mustache until he had saved the people on New Caprica.

"Admiral the raptor is back." said his new second in command Karl Agathon

"Put it over the wireless." ordered Adama

"We have made contact with the ground." started the Pilot as everyone in the CIC smiled at the news "Colonel Tigh has formed a resistance movement against the Cylon occupation and has request plans to rescue the people."

"Finally." said Adama

"Also the Cylons have increase their defensives, five more Baseships jumped into orbit just as we left." Reported the pilot as the joy left the room just as fast as it had entered.

"Five more Basestars." said Karl as he looked at his admiral.

"Ten Basestars." stated Adama as he rubbed his brow "How do we deal with ten ships?"

Later that night with Cylon controlled colonial government in total lockdown after a suicide bombing attack, the streets where clear of all but the Cylon Centurions and humans dressed in body armor and black ski masks, these people where members of the New Caprica Police Force. Two members of the new police force stood guard near a crossroad on the outskirts of town.

"Suicide bombers." said one of the policemen "What have become of us."

"Horrible." said another as they stood under a street light. "I didn't think Roslin would give the go ahead to that."

"I know but if she is the resistance leader then she must have." said the first as suddenly the second one fell into the ground. He reached for his gun but he never got close as he got pulled back into the darkness. He felt like he was pressed up against a metal wall as a black as night but sharp knife was pressed against his neck. His partner was pulled back into the darkness by a gloved hand.

"Now who are you?" said a voice that sent a chill down his spin.

"I am a member of the new Caprica police force and I will not give information to you resistance fighters so tell Laura Roslin to go Frak herself." snapped the police officer

"That is the third time we heard the name Roslin, she must be important." Said a new voice

"I think we found a good target." Said another voice

"Agreed, where can we find Laura Roslin?" demanded the first voice.

Meanwhile large group of New Caprica Police loaded up into trucks as the prepared for a raid to take some key targets, number one on their list was the former president of the 12 colonies of Kobol Laura Roslin. At that same moment Sam along with several other resistance fighters were locked and loaded waiting for the New Caprica police to come to take Laura Roslin.

"How long do we have to wait?" whispered a freedom fighter as they lied in the dirt on the other side of the road across from Roslin tent.

"As long as it takes." stated Sam, what neither of the groups knew was that two groups was heading their way. One was a group of dozen New Caprica police while the other was a Spartan super soldier along with three ODST's with a forth ODST providing over watch with a sniper rifle.

"Alright move in three…two…one…move." stated Ian as he lied on a small rise outside of the city looking down the scope of his high powered sniper rifle. In the city Noble Six along with Alec, Blake and Crazii moved across the street just after a ship had flown overhead with a search light on.

Thanks to the padded shoes and the soft ground there was little to no noise as the ODSTs moved though the tent city. Due to the added weight of Noble Six's armor he made slightly more sound then the ODST but he was a walking tank and could handle anything that came his way.

"Housing section J tent 29." reported Ian as they neared the section of tents.

"Anything on thermals?" asked Alec

"A ton, you are surrounded by people all of them in their tents." reported Blake as he looked down his sniper scope.

"Alright, Noble Six will go in and get the target." said Ian as he gripped his silenced pistol his Assault Rifle was on his back ready to go "The rest will provide cover if needed."

"Understood." said Noble Six as he activated the cloaking system within his armor, allowing him to disappear. Slowly he made his way across the road and toward the tent, because cloak had problems marinating itself Noble Six had to move to slowly to maintain it. When he reached the tent he stopped as he prepared his pistol and his knife, then with one movement he entered the tent.

"Sam did you see that?" asked a resistance fighter as Sam head spun around to look toward the tent.

"What?" asked Sam

"The flap just moved." stated the fighter

"Did you see anyone go in or out?" asked Sam

"That is the strange thing nothing was there." said the fighter

"Well we better go check it out." said Sam as he stood up and started to slowly make his way toward the tent.

Meanwhile inside the tent Noble Six scanned the room, there was a small rug. In the corner was a wooden table full of papers and books. Lying with her back to Noble Six on a cot in the corner was a woman with long brown hair partly hidden under a large blanket. On a wooden box turned bedside table was a pair of glasses and a journal. As quickly as possible while keeping his gun on the woman he grabbed the journal and placed it in his pack.

"Noble Six you have incoming." stated Blake's voice as the tent flap opened as a well built man, with what looked surprising like an old AK47 in his hand. For a moment Noble Six felt that maybe the cloak would keep him hidden but the mere sight of his eyes widening as he saw the slight shimmer that the cloak gave when you where close meant he had seen them.

"What the frak?" stated Sam as he looked at the shimmer, it began just below his head and judging from the outline of the shimmer it seemed to be a crouching man but no one was that size. With unheard of speed the shimmer sent a fist flying that went crashing into his face, breaking teeth and bone. The force of the punch sent Sam falling to the ground with blood running out of his nose and mouth along with a broken nose and jaw. The sound of Sam's bones breaking and him crashing into the ground caused the sleeping Roslin to awaken. Her still sleep filled eyes scanned the room, however since she didn't have her glasses on all she saw was blurs until she reached out and put her glasses on. When she did her eyes widened as she saw Sam lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood. His blood wasn't limited to the ground a small pool of blood was floating in mid air. Suddenly everything changed starting with its hand and feet a another figure appeared. It was dressed in silver white armor with inlays of deep blue and pitch black. There was some blue lights and two large guns unlike anything she had ever seen was on its back which was still turned to her.

"Cylon." said Roslin as she reached for a gun which had kept under her pillow, however as she raised the gun an armored hand struck like a snake grabbing the top barrel of the gun crushing the steel barrel as if it was a piece of paper. Roslin's eyes widened as she looked toward the Cylons face expecting to see the classic red slit like eye, however instead she was seeing a reflection of herself in a deep blue visor.

Meanwhile a hundred yards away from the tent a large heavy duty truck came to a stop as dozens of men and women dressed in green pants and jackets with black bullet proof vests and ski masks jumped out. A few where armed with pistols but most had nothing more then their fists.

"Now remember we are here to take Roslin along with the ten other high targets." said a One also known as a brother Cavil he walked in front of the gathering of New Caprica Police, behind him stood four of the Cylon Centurions ready to help at a moment's notice.

"Alright move out." Ordered the head cop as they started running as quietly and as fast as possible toward the tent unaware of what waited for them.

"What is taking Sam so long?" asked a freedom fighter as she looked toward the tent but saw no sign of Sam. Little did she know that just across the road hiding behind a large wooden pole was the waiting the three ODST.

"We got a traitors." stated another Resistance fighter as she turned to see the New Caprica police moving toward them.

"We got those Frakers now." said the fighter as she raised her gun.

Inside the tent, Noble Six had quickly blindfolded, gagged and restrained the target Laura Roslin.

"You guys have a lot of company coming toward you from the south." stated Blake

"Understood." stated Ian as he leaned forward a bit and saw a group of men running toward them dressed in dark green and black. "Noble Six you ready to move?"

"Moving now." stated Noble Six as he threw Roslin over his shoulder with easy as he stepped over the body of Sam Anders and out the door however at that very moment gunshots filled the air as Noble Six knelt down and raised his pistol toward the source of the gunfire. Because of his training he knew the bullets where flying away from him and the sound told him it wasn't any UNSC weapon shooting.

Outside the tent freedom fighters opened up on the unexpected New Caprica Police force dropping three of them in the opening shoots. The moment's the bullets started to fly Cylon Centurions also known as crown job came rushing toward the gun fire as Cylon Heavy Raider came swopping down toward the freedom fighter's it's powerful spotlight lighting up the battlefield.

"We got those fighters now." said the number one as he watched a freedom fighter get shot, however suddenly he noticed a tied up Laura Roslin hanging in midair. For a moment he was confused until he spotted a shadow of a second figure on the ground."What the?"

Noble Six knew instantly that he was discovered as he threw Roslin onto the ground before raising his DMR as his cloak deactivated.

Well I hope you liked this chapter and the first phase of contact between the colonials and the UNSC. This is only part one of a many step process to make contact. Normally I update on Fridays but I will more than likely away from the computer on Friday so I updated today. Now I would like to thank everyone who reviewed and I ask that you keep on reading. Thanks Wilkins75.