To Hell and Back

Chapter Two: Mysteries

3 fraking hours after cutting started, one of the Raptors finally got through the outer and inner hulls. "That took too fraking long. Get in that ship!"

Billy Coen, the commanding Marine on Raptor 351, entered the 'Miranda'. Two men were crumpled on the side of the ship, bleeding.

"Shit. Get the medics! We've got wounded."

"There's no gravity, so be careful!"

The Marines began to explore the ship's upper levels.

Billy made it to the bridge, and entered.

Everyone in the room had been thrown into a wall or the floor, and some were bleeding.

A woman in a white uniform had been tossed into a chair, creating a deep gash 2 inches long on her forehead.

"That's nasty." He pulled out his radio.

"I've found CIC. Raptor pilots, get your asses down here, now!" "HOLY FRAKING SHIT!"

The sound of gunfire echoed through the radio.

"Marines, report! What's going on?"

'Miranda' Hanger Bay

Claire Redfield, a Marine from Galactica, had just shot at a giant red humanoid robot.

In the Colonial mindset, that equals...

"It's a giant fraking Cylon!"

"Well, is it shooting at you?"

"No! But-"

"But WHAT?"

"It's a Cylon!"

"Let me guess: the incident on Galactica about 3 weeks ago."

During that incident, number of people had been killed. It took then-Captain Lee Adama and several others to kill the last ones that heading for Aft Damage Control.

"I'm coming down, Private, and if I hear one more shot, your ass will hang from my office door!"

"Don't worry, you won't hear anything."

The redhead was punched by a black haired, red eyed 16-year old in a crimson red uniform.

"Redfield! REDFIELD!"

Shinn Asuka, ZAFT Mobile Suit pilot, took Claire's Cx4 Storm Carbine and reloaded it.

'Someone's on board the Minerva. By the look of things, soldiers from either the EA or the Archangel. The Archangel is unlikely, and I've seen EA Marines. Who the hell are these guys?'

"Claire! Respond!"

Shinn took the radio off of the pretty redhead and put in the earpiece.

"Krypter, Krypter, Krypter! Galactica, we've got at least one hostile on board!" 'Galactica? Is that the name of a ship?"

"SitRep!" "We've begun rescue operations, sir, but one of the crew is awake and just attacked one of our Marines, Admiral!"

'An Admiral. Well, I can't launch in the Impulse: it's damaged. And they couldn't've opened the hangers, or me and Stella would be dead.'

"Post Marines at all Raptor entry points! That bastard's not getting by us!"

"Yeah, right."

He left the hanger.

Raptor 235: Deck 5, Starboard side

"Where's Redfield?"

"The hanger bay. She's unconscious."

Then a flash bang hit the wall.

"Frak!"

Both the Marines covered their ears. Then they heard gunfire from the direction the flash bang came from. 9mm fire came at them.

"Frak!"

Cx4 fire hit both of the Marines, and both went down.

"Damn it!"

Shinn kicked the Marine in the head, then he got on board the Raptor.

Billy had an FN Minimi pointed at Shinn's head.

"Hey, kid." Shinn scowled at the man.

"And what have you been doing all this time?"

Shinn punched the Marine, who caught it. Shinn dragged Billy into the Minerva, and that started a short fist fight.

Billy's fist hit Shinn's gut, but Shinn's fist hit Billy's head.

"Ow, that hurt."

Shinn jumped back into the Raptor, sealed the makeshift hatch and took off.

'This thing's a beast!'

"Raptor 235, Hellsmasher. Where are you going?"

Shinn turned toward the Fleet, and saw the Galactica.

"Holy Christ! That thing's huge!"

He aimed for the Galactica's starboard flight pod, but failed to notice something very important. 'Wait, that's-shit!'

He smashed through the window covering the landing bay, crashing into a model of the Cylon War-era raider.

The windscreen was cracked, and Shinn quickly put his helmet on, thankful his flight suit was still on for once.

He kicked out the windscreen, exposing the cockpit to a vacuum. His stolen Colonial radio started barking.

"This is Hellsmasher! Raptor 235's crashed in the starboard flight pod! Raptor 235's crashed in the starboard flight pod!"

"This is Sergeant Bill Coen! Raptor 235 has been stolen by 'Miranda' crew member! Capture him at all costs!"

'Miranda? Must be their codeword for the Minerva.'

Shinn brandished his stolen Cx4 Carbine. He got out of the Raptor wreck and got to an airlock.

"Ok, this ship's like a carrier. Everything's run from deep inside the ship. The CIC, I think. That's near the middle of the ship." (AN: The Aircraft Carrier is a well known design in military circles, and I would think that ZAFT's pilots would know the major parts of a carrier)

He entered the airlock and boarded the Galactica proper.

Battlestar Galactica: CIC

"He's a KID?"

"Yes, sir. He kicked my ass, too. And he thinks his ship is under attack by us." "Get a full squad of Marines in CIC, NOW!"

"Why, sir?"

"To kill a snake, you chop off it's head."

That meant that he would head straight for..."Frak! CIC!"

10 Marines entered CIC, all with different weapons: FN Minimis, H&K USPs, Beretta Cx4 Storms, and all carrying FN Five-seveN sidearms.

Then the port hatch to CIC was opened.

A pissed off Shinn Asuka entered CIC, Cx4 and stolen FN Five-seveN blazing.

Adama, not wanting another bullet to the gut, ducked under the tactical plotting table.

Tigh shot at Shinn, but the Coordinator dodged the shots.

Not that it mattered, because Adama put two holes in the Coordinator's flight suit.

The ZAFT pilot grabbed the 60-year old commander of the Galactica.

He pressed his FN Five-seveN to Adama's neck.

Most of the Marines had a gun or two pointed at him.

"Hold your fire! He's got the Admiral!"

Adama looked at his captor, despite the fact that a gun was going to blow his brains out if he did anything.

The 16-year old had enough.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?"

September 12th, 2010 Update: