Author's note: Thanks for your interest and your patients. To answer your question Chronus1326; Its one coherent that should come together. I won't spoil you but there is a chance the Bellerophon will be destroyed.

Chapter 3

BELLEROPHON

Ensign Gloria Hernandez is on watch while all the senior officers are in a briefing. It's her first sitting on a command chair since being stationed on the ship. She dreams of being able to captain a ship in the Tau'ri Alliance Navy and explore strange new worlds and galaxies. Being fresh out of the Academy rook and it's her first time in command while the senior staff are being brief by a handsome young man, there bounds to be a mistake since all the instrument and equipment are new and won't stop dreaming about William Adama.

A few feet to her left is Ensign Ry'nac, A Jaffa transfer from the Tau'ri Alliance Protectorates Services; his expertise in Sensors made him an ideal candidate for Bellerophon bridge officers. He jumps at the chance of not being stuck in an Tau'ri Alliance Naval outpost scaring off pirates and marauder with a scripted line or be on the front line. He was bored while the ship is cloaked; nobody can see the ship as far as his concern.

He notices a large armada of ship massing a 5000 kilometers from the Nebula on sensors, he thought it was the Colonial Fleet but it's actually it's the Cylon. Instead of putting the ship on alert, he focuses on the Ensign sitting on the command chair.

"Hey Hernandez."

"Yes Ry'Nac"

"You have someone special where you from?" Ry'Nac ask. He is very interested in getting to know her personally.

Gloria thought for a second. She never thought about dating a Jaffa or any of the crewmembers aboard the ship. The Alliance Navy have very strict rules about fraternizing while on duty nor will she break it.

"I have my eye on someone." She stated.

She has her eyes on William Adama, she would like to be in relationship. Right of now, she place her personal relationship on a back burner and focus on her career in the Navy. She looks at his console and tells to check his sensor reading.

The Jaffa checks his console that gave him a discernible look to alert the senior officer that a large armada of crafts belonging to the Cylon is entering the Nebula. He transferred the sensor reading to the holographic projection.

"What the hell?"

"Status on the cloak?" she ask the female Operations officer.

"Cloak is running optimal at ninety-seven percent by Alliance standard."

"What do you mean it's running optimal at ninety-seven percent?"

The Jaffa checks his sensor logs that made him curse in Ga'ould.

"What is it?"

"Sensor log shows that we were scanned by a variety spectrum variance."

"In English?"

"Even though the ship is invisible to the naked eye, the Cylon was able to make out the ship's silhouette by different frequency of the light spectrum and radiation of the cloaking field."

"The cloak gives off radiation?"

"By a very low margin about 0.3 percent."

"Shit. How is it possible?" Hernandez cursed and tap on the ship's intercom. "Captain to the bridge."

It only took a few minutes for Captain Reyes, Commander Wolf and William Adama to enter the bridge. They were not far since the briefing room is to the left of the bridge next to the corridor and main elevator. The senior office relieves the junior officer from their station, only leaving two Junior officers who were task at taking command when Captain Reyes were in a meeting.

"Report!" Reyes called out and approaches the holographic display. She was looking at a large blob of ships massing thousands of kilometers away and moving towards the Nebula that separated the two border. "What am I looking at?"

"The Cylon." William Adama said with disdain over his voice.

"The Cylon detected the ship about an hour ago ma'am."

"How?" Wolf blurted out.

The Jaffa Ensign displays the reading on the display. Everyone from the Captain to the marines standing guard at the foot of the elevator gather around the holographic display. Thousands of Cylon Raiders blinking on the display as they are almost to the edge of the Nebula, knowing that they cannot survive if the Cylon were going to attack.

"Send a message to Alliance Fleet Command along with our coordinates." Reyes ordered.

The Klaxon automatically sounded, alerting the whole ship, dimming the lighting in the bridge and sending everyone to their station.

Unbeknownst to the crew, sixteen Baseships jumped in and around the Bellerophon; only to surround the cloaked vessel. They detected the vessel silhouette, but it's only a matter of time Cylon High Command orders the attack and hijacks the vessel. All sixteen ships deploy their compliment of Raiders; about 100 plus troop transport. The last Cylon Baseship to jump to the Bellerophon is the Command ship. It's is larger than any other Baseship in the Cylon fleet, having millions of Cylon Centurions waiting to take the ship by force. As it deploys thousands of its compliments of Raiders, The Cylon Gold Centurion in the Command Center have no intentions of taking the Bellerophon crew alive. High Command wants them to be studied, giving them the leniency to surrender.

"Contact the ship."

The Cylon Centurions scans the COMM unit but it's not getting any frequency coming from the ship. It tries again but no success. It took few more Centurions to suggest a different method of communication with the Bellerophon.

"Cloak vessel, surrender your ship and you will not be harmed. Cylon High Command calculated your survivability at ten percent."

Inside the Bellerophon, the senior officers are at a standstill, They knew they are FUBAR. They have never dealt with this kind of situation before. Tau'ri Alliance Fleet Command handbook doesn't have the section that says IN CASE YOU ARE BEING SURROUND BY AN OVERWELMING FORCE.

"Fleet Command responded." One of the COMM officers yelled out.

"How long will they be here?"

"Ten minutes out." The male COMM officer gave the estimate time of arrival.

"Ten minutes?" Captain Reyes repeated. Fleet Command didn't expect for the Bellerophon to be in a hostile situation. It will take time for them to find a battle group not on patrol or engage in battle with the remnants of the Wraith or Lucian Alliance pirates. "Who is coming to our aid?" She ask.

"Your 501 Stryker group, lead by Admiral James Reyes." The young make COMM officer said.

"Is that your husband's battle group?" Wolf acknowledged. He met the Admiral once at the christening of the Bellerophon before he was beamed away for a secret mission.

"Ma'am, we are picking radio transmission from the Cylon."

"What are they saying?"

"Cloak vessel, surrender your ship and you will not be harm. Cylon High Command has calculated your survivability at ten percent."

Ten Percent? Captain Reyes did not like that odds nor will she surrender the ship to the Cylon. She approaches the Communications station and lays a hand on the shoulder of a young male officer. She has to buy sometime for reinforcement to come to the rescue.

"We need to buy some time for reinforcements."