Sorry for the wait, I was in China for a study abroad and then I have been tied down with work ever since.
NOTE: I decided to make the standard rifle the Colonial Army uses to be the rifle that Leboen has in the original two part miniseries movie on Ragnar station that has a stock and a longer barrel and muzzle, as it is the only thing that I could find any information on in the BSG wiki and is the only thing that is not a blatant real world rifle. It is actually a real one off rifle that is a heavily modified AR-15 made in Japan called the Raisen, so I also borrowed the name.
Also I really had to make up everything else about the Colonial army, as we know nothing about them, so I decided to make them like the modern US Military circa ten or twenty years from now. Enjoy.
Its not the longest chapter, but I really wanted to update before school starts back up.
Colonial Defense Forces
Columbia Class Battlestar Galactica
High Orbit of Virgon
Adama crumpled up the report and tossed it straight into the trash, he had seen enough.
Behind him sitting on the tan and worn couch in his cabin Sigh again cursed, finishing off the glass of Ambrosa in his hands.
"The entire frakking fleet?! The entire Tauron defense forces swept aside like…" the man got to his feet with a grunt before continuing, "Like a fraking wet paper bag!?"
Adama shook his head as he turned to face his XO, the smell of the liquor still fresh on his lips.
"We are going to the CIC, and we are joining the fleet at the rally point in between Picon and Tauron, now are you coming?" he sternly asked his longtime friend.
The two looked at each other for a minute.
The vice Admiral began to turn towards the cabin door as Tigh shot up from his seat.
"Wait for me. Someone has to scare the shit out of the crew, even more so than this scares me."
Minutes later the two made their way into the CIC, and as soon as the Marines called out the admiral on the deck every eye in the CIC of the officers immediately trained to Adama.
Walking in he could feel the anxiety and worry of the crew.
No doubt they had heard.
Even as he walked into the CIC Adama could hear the crew whispering as he strode past.
"I heard that the entire fleet was obliterated. "
"Have you heard anything about my family? I heard that contact with the entire colony was lost."
As he stepped to the center of the combat information center and tactical charts Tigh gave him one last assuring nod as he grabbed the ship wide com.
The entire ship, from the deckhands in the flight pods to the officers in the CIC, went deathly silent as Adama gripped the handset.
Lords help me
"Attention. This is Adama." He spoke simply , wincing at the unnecessary introduction of himself as the intercom crackled, the age of the ship's system's showing.
"Approximately six hours ago, thirty six unknown contacts jumped into the Helios Alpha system, about 12 AU's from Tauron, and promptly accelerated directly towards the colony. The contacts…"
He paused thinking of the best way to word it.
"…The Contacts were not of human origin."
The Officers present all paused, the look of disbelief rolling over their expressions as he continued.
"They call themselves "The Covenant, as for more information about them it is sarce and we are gathering everything that is coming in by the minute As the contacts neared the world of Tauron, the local Tauron Defensive fleet moved to intercept. Attempts of communication , failed. At 0800 hours Tauron time, the enemy launched fighter craft and attacked."
Brief gasps were heard.
"According to the reports, significant losses were incurred by the fleet, with the enemy forces taking few losses. All we know is, when contact was finally terminated with the flagship, defending forces managed to down twelve of their vessels before the entire defense fleet was overrun and all contact was lost, command assumes that all ships are lost or disabled. The last reports we have are of the enemy ships establishing orbital supremacy with possible orbital bombardment of military bases and civilian population centers with reports of the landing of enemy ground elements."
Adama again paused to collect his thoughts, wiping his brow as his sweat dripped onto the brim of his glasses.
"We are to assume that Tauron is under a full fledged invasion. All that command is letting us know is that these are the things that have been responsible for the attacks near the Line, and that Picon believes that these, Covenant, are currently at war with the UNSC and the 13th Tribe. We getting updates on the situation and available information on the enemy's abilities. What I can tell you is, we are about to face an enemy that is according to reports far more advanced than we are. They have better ships, weapons, and fighters than we do. But make no mistake, they will REGRET the day that they chose to attack us. As of now we are at war. All crew are to man their posts and prepare the ship for immediate combat. We are jumping to gather with Admiral Kaviss's reaction force in between Caprica and Tauron .Out."
The CIC erupted into action with officers giving reports and preparing the old girl for battle as Adama turned to Tigh.
"This is just a fraking mess. Geata what do you got on the board?" he asked as Tigh forrowed his brow after looking at the latest report from Tyrol.
"The FTL is reporting green sir and we have set our course to rendezvous with Kaviss. We are all set to jump." The Lieutenant replied as Adama paced the CIC .
"Start the clock on the jump. Ready all squadrons for launch."
In the ready room Lee, Starbuck and the other pilots all simply traded glances before Kara jumped up and turned to the rest of the chattering pilots.
"What are you frakking deaf? Get the frak up and move!"
Pilots raced to their awaiting Vipers, all of them the new Mk. VII's as deckhands led by Chief Tyrol hurried to push the fighters into their launch tubes and make as many last minute maintenance checks on them as they could.
The Galactica, the oldest warship in the fleet, broke off from the escorting flight of Vipers from Virgon's defense fleet and broke for deep space. The ship readying itself to go back to war.
With a flash and a brief trip through folded space, it did.
Tauron
3rd Mechanized Armored Brigade –Colonial Army
Olympia, suburbs of the city of Hypathia
Private 1st class Joseph Nadell gripped his rifle, a 8mm Raisen Assault Rifle as another series of energy bolts tore through the air to impact the brick wall he had taken cover behind, melting layers of it and blowing a steaming hole not three inches above his helmeted head.
"Frak! Frak! Frak!" he nearly screamed as he rolled his bruised body to a new position as the wine of the alien's energy weapons and the clatter of Colonial weapons reached a fever pitch.
"Some one take out that leader!" his squad radio attached to his shoulder harness crackled as his Sergeant bellowed over the squad shortwave radio.
The battle had started as soon as the defensive fleet had been swept aside by these aliens and began to land forces all over the world some four hours ago now. The starbase of Tauron Defense HQ was presumably now debris and the few weapons satellites were all but mincemeat to these Covenant, allowing them to land their forces with near impunity as two of their larger capitol ships had come planetside, one over two of the largest cities on the colony, Tauron City, and the second situated above the capitol Hypathia.
Nearly half of the military bases were simply erased by a quick orbital bombardment of energy torpedoes and laser beams, and the Vipers and Raptors that rose up to try and meet them simply couldn't do enough damage to get past their energy barriers to do any good, and the anti orbital Nuclear missiles and Rail Guns were unable to get off more than one or two shots before the installations were targeted and vaporized.
Luckily the Cylon War had taught the Colonial Defense Forces what to do if orbital supremacy was lost, and during the 40 years since most bases held large underground motor pools and barracks as to keep the fight going.
That was four hours ago.
Nadell and his company, part of the larger 3 rd Mechanized Brigade had immediately began moving towards the city of Hypathia from Ft. Gellion thirty miles outside the city through the mountains in an effort to fight off the invaders as soon as they began landing to help with evacuation efforts.
An hour ago they had met their first resistance in the suburb of Olympia, previously a very exclusive and rich part of the city before the current battle had left the affluent neighborhoods a fiery ruin.
A nearby set of skyscrapers of Olympia's once thriving business district were either aflame or missing chunks of their outer structure, with one 30 story building leaning lazily to its side with its roof having crashed into another 45 story tall tower across the street from it, adding to a surreal sight as endless streams of anti air cannon fire shot into the air trying to hold off attacking Covenant fighters.
Already the fires and their smoke were clouding up the sky.
Again forced to switch for new cover, the 23 year old Caprican native slipped on a loose brick that was once part of the side of a now collapsed ruin, tripping and falling flat on his face.
And right on top of the smoldering body of a fellow soldier.
"Shit!" he screamed aloud as he rolled himself off of the corpse and took in a deep breath.
He nearly gagged immediately after as the overwhelming smell of burnt human flesh that was still smoldering overcame him as his eyes locked onto what was left of the fellow soldier.
The man had died with his eyes wide open in terror as the alien's plasma ripped the man in half and melted his torso, all that was left were blackened bones and organs where the soldier's chest cavity had once been, his body armor simply melted to him.
For several seconds Nadell forgot about the battle going on around him as bullets and energy bolts flew around him with the distant thunder of a dogfight raging high over head and the roar of the main gun of a Urban Combat Infantry Vehicle half a block away rattled the earth as it engaged some unseen enemy.
His eyes locked onto the man before the more logical part of his brain knocked him back into the reality around him.
Cursing he slammed his back against a more prominent pile of rubble and popped his head up for a second to look for targets.
They were everywhere.
He nearly kept his head up too long as a super hot bolt of plasma ripped through the air not three feet from his face as he ducked back into cover.
"Frak this." He breathed as he pulled the pin on one of his three grenades, held the explosive fragmentation grenade for two seconds, stepped back and threw it over the cover towards the general assortment of the smaller dog like aliens that seemed to be nothing more than cannon fodder.
They still had worn them down
A second later a surprised alien and unintelligible screech of alarm rose from behind his cover as the dull thump and teeth rattling explosion ripped through the enemy.
Not wasting his chance he popped out of cover with his rifle searching for targets.
On the other side of the debris on a burning lawn of the what was left of the house next door two aliens were laying still as green blood oozed from wounds that the supersonic bits of metal had torn open.
And another two were frantically looking for cover as they shot at every bit of cover in nearly every direction in an attempt to find the human responsible.
But they didn't find him.
Pulling the trigger he sent one burst of 8mm FMJ rounds into the creature twenty yards away, catching it in the chest as it went down in a shrieking cry of pain.
The other alien tried to turn its small green and odd looking energy pistol like weapon towards Nadell.
The human was faster.
Another burst hit the alien square in its large head, splitting it open as whatever gas it breathed through its respirator escaped into the air as its lifeless body hit the earth limp.
Nadell began to move to a new position as two other men from his squad, Fryea and Rosentha , joined him as they tore across a cratered lawn to one of the more intact houses.
As the trio neared the side of the house, one of the windows on the second floor shattered outwards as one of the large and terrifying 8 foot tall reptilian aliens in blue armor punched through it and in a flash raised its large pronged weapon and sent a stream of blue energy bolts towards them.
Nadell's eyes shot wide open in terror as he looked into the face of the alien as its mandibles opened revealing rows of sharp teeth, his heart thumping in his throat as adrenaline pumped and he dove to the side with not a moment to spare as a plasma bolt caught the edge of his left leg's BDU, burning it off and scorching his thigh as he hit the earth and rolled up against the brick façade of the house , wincing in pain at the 2nd degree burn on his leg.
The other two were not so lucky, their screams were cut short as their burnt and smoldering bodies hit the ground with a lifeless thud as Nadell's horrified face watched their skin cook from the intense heat of whatever those things shot.
Gripping his rifle he got into a crouch as he ignored the protests from his burning nerves, and moved towards the back of the house wishing that his squad had not been cut apart in the initial attack.
Keying his mike attached to his helmet and combat goggles he found the wider frequency of the local commanders.
"This is Breaker One Nine, I am fifty meters up the street coming up the back of the white two story house that's intact. I have hostiles holed up and I need suppression, over."
He anxiously waited the agonizing seconds for a reply as he made his way into the backyard of the house, nearly tripping over an overturned childrens bicycle as his weapons searched the overgrown hedges for targets.
"This is Aeira Four Oh to Breaker One Nine. Copy, we have a 130 mm HEAT round on the way, hunker down. Squad Eight is moving up to meet you…." The radio fizzed out as a Viper screamed overhead with its twin cannons making a machine like ripping noise as it strafted an enemy position several blocks away as it flashed by, quickly chased by an alien teardrop fighter.
Nadell cursed as he hit the ground and just as the Main gun from a Type 800 Main Battle Tank just down the street fired in a tremendous crack.
Nearly instantly a huge wave of overpressure and a sonic boom hit him as the high explosive round ripped into the occupied house, nearly bursting Nadell's eardrums as the round exploded inside the house, tearing it apart with a burst of flames and shrapnel.
Rolling back up blinking as the shell shock passed over him, Nadell turned to see the burning remains of the house, now half collapsed.
"Danger Close my ass." He thought aloud as he took up a position amongst the new cover that the debris provided, awaiting for Squad Eight's arrival, taking a brief breather as he kept his head down, watching the tumultuous roar and hell of battle as the Colonial Forces, spearheaded by a dozen tanks and Infantry Assault Vehicles with their supporting foot soldiers pushed their way through the bloody fighting.
His radio crackled to life.
"Friendlies on your six."
The Eighth Squad.
Getting up and waving his hand from what remained of the collapsed roof he signaled to the six troopers in their usual forest green BDU's came up and took their positions beside him.
He couldn't help but notice that they were short a man.
He turned to face the squad leader, a Gunnery Sergeant with the last name Mendan above his stripes and a dark face that looked as if he had been through hades itself.
"Glad to see you sir, Private 1st Class Nadell."
The man nodded with a grunt.
"Its good to see something that doesn't look like its out of a horror movie for once, where is your squad private?" he asked a Colonial Gunship swooped overhead, its cannons barking as Artillery thundered in the distance.
"Gone. Lost them to two of those 8 ft armored reptilian split lipped aliens, Took five men to take them out."
"Shit. There smaller ones are cannon fodder but those bastards have personal energy shields and boy can they fight. It took a full clip of AP from my Rifle and Jordan's over there to overload them and put it down, crazy fuckers. I still cant believe it."
Nadell nodded.
"Whats the situation with our forces?"
"Shit we just started pushing them out of Olympia and towards city core, however any units that advanced closer to the city center and that went out of the cover of any tall buildings or the terrain simply got lazed by the damn alien ship, the only thing we can do is secure the suburbs of the city for now before command thinks of something, so only infantry units could even get close to the city center, and air support is not an option. I hear they killed any civilians left in the streets on sight."
Nadell was about to ask another question before one of the other men in the squad shouted in alarm.
"Contacts! More of them and I see vehicles!"
The Colonials all slammed into their cover and readied their weapons as a wave of the dog like aliens raced across the open field of a nearby park that separated the neighborhood from a set of burning apartments, their howls and shrieks making Nadell cringe inside as he lined up his sights as the aliens neared within 50 meters and began firing bolts of plasma towards them.
"Let 'em have it!" Mendan roared as the men obliged.
A hail of much more accurate bullets from the Colonial Troopers cut into their ranks as Nadell fired his rifle on semi auto, taking down another Alien Grunt as nearly a dozen of their limp bodies covered the ground before they began to pull back , their return fire having yielded little in the way of accuracy.
One man in his late twenties enthusiastically shouted, "Shit that was easy.."
Suddenly a blue simmering prong of energy shot through the air right behind the man and the squad's cover, neatly bisecting the man's head as a shimmer in the air appeared from out of nowhere from behind their cover.
"Shit!" He screamed as he and the other men reacted, hastily trying to find a target as the shimmer in the air shifted and raced towards a new victim.
"What the frak?!" Mendan yelled in alarm as the Colonials all began spraying frantic shots at the unknown object, which to shimmered into existence as a bullet hit it, causing a huge 8 foot tall aliens to appear, holding a blue flaming energy blade in one hand and an odd looking two pronged weapon in the other.
Letting out a screeching and haunting roar the white armored alien surged forward at an alarming speed, its shields an electric wall of fire as it all but ignored the rounds slamming into it and with a viscous slash neatly hacked off one of the trooper's head, which tumbled to the ground like a ball.
At the same time it expertly aimed its pronged weapon that discharged a bolt of energy, slamming into another soldier straight in the chest , all but ignoring body armor and cutting off the woman's brief cry of pain before twisting its body around in a blur or shocking speed, avoiding several other burst of gunfire and sending another two energy bolts, violently ending the existence of another man with an electronic sounding wine as the weapon discharged and the stench of burning ozone and flesh filled Nadell's nostrils.
Mendan, Nadell and the remaining two soldiers unleashed a wall of bullets along with screams of insults that finally cut through its personal energy shields and filled its torso full of ragged blue blooded bullet holes as the creature let out one last gurgling battle cry before collapsing to the dirt and rubble.
Nadel could only stare at the alien's beady black eyes, unable to break his focus on them as they stared back at him.
He couldn't shake the feeling that its mandible's were in the form of a creepy semblance of a smile.
Seargant Mendan slapped him on his back to welcome him back to reality, grabbing him by the shoulder and spinning him around to face him.
"We need to get moving soldier! They are coming back again!"
Nadell numbly nodded as he took one last look of the alien corpse, surrounded by the bodies of three Colonials and strewn upon the wreckage like ragdolls, before he turned back to the fight.
4TH Armored Company
3rd Mechanized Brigade- Colonial Army Defense Forces
Type 800 Main Battle Tank
"Load! Sabot! Target at 500 meters, dead on our twelve!" Tank commander Samanthia Fellion all but shouted to the crew of her 40 ton Type 800 Main Battle Tank as on her video screen she aimed the reticule of the 130mm main gun at one of the blue beetle like hovering tanks that the Covenant had rounded out from behind the cover of a collapsed building in the ruined financial district of Olympia and lobbed one of those blue arching lances of energy at her tank and another Type 800 that was alongside her.
The other tank's crew had been too slow, its armor and size doing nearly nothing to protect it as the plasma had cored through it to set off the main magazine deep within.
The fires from the downed tank still lit up her thermals like a flare, making them nearly useless.
After an hour of fighting these Covenant she and the other surviving tanks in her Company, which was now down to 65 percent of its strength, had learned to shoot and move to a new position as fast as possible or end up a burning melted ruin.
"Loaded!" her gunner shouted as she took over command of the targeting herself, the man having long stopped caring about who was able to take the shots, merely happy that they were alive to take them.
On her screen's she watched as the enemy vehicle turned to face her, its strange main weapon charging with energy and electricity as it prepared to lob another bold of energy at her.
"Frak you." She whispered, remembering that her two kids had been missing since the invasion began before she pressed down on the firing stubs.
The tank lurched suddenly as the tremendous force of the 130 mm main gun spat out a ball of flame and sent a dart of tungsten into the Covenant vehicle.
Even inside the tank with its foot of composite armor the muffled thundering crack could be heard as much as it was felt.
The Covenant tank lurched as the supersonic round slammed into it, tearing deep into its extremely dense armor as it wildly fired its weapon ,discharging its energy gun into the side of a nearby building as the impact caused it or its gunner to misfire, melting the side of the office building clean off.
The enemy machine righted itself however, despite a huge ugly gash having been torn in its front sloping plate of armor as it angrily sent a stream of energy from its secondary weapons at Samanthia's tank, stitching its armor and burning through the outer layer of armor before she ordered the tank to move to a new position.
The tank barreled through and over several abandoned cars and debris as her gunner fired her coaxial 12.7 mm machine gun in return at the enemy as it turned to track her tank as the rounds all but sparked and bounced off of the armor to no effect.
"Give me another shot! Sabot. Load!"
"Loading!" the gunner shouted as the driver up front threw the tank around a corner at 30 miles an hour down a side street away from the enemy, the rubber padded treads briefly squealing before they found their grip, nearly causing Samanthia to fallout of her seat before catching herself.
The Colonial tank disappeared down the small side street just as another lance of plasma discharged from the alien vehicle, vaporizing a large portion of the street where Samanthia's tank had just been before it disappeared behind the cover of a building.
The autoloader spun as quickly as its servos could as another 130 mm shell was loaded into the chamber of the main gun before the breach slammed shut.
"Rotate the turret 180 degrees! Cover our ass!" she shouted, they are going to follow us and finish us off.
"Yes sir!" her gunner, Averi replied as the 28 year old Caprican rotated the turret to face the rear of the tank and aimed it down the narrow side street as Samantia looked through her video screen back down the street they came, waiting for her opportunity as the realization dawned on her that her shot would more than likely not disable or destroy her opponent before it hit them.
The armor on those alien machines were tough to punch thorugh
She had to act fast.
"All stop, idle the engine and pop smoke, we are gonna try and get them as close as we can." She announced as Averi looked at him, partly checking to make sure is headphones were operating correctly.
"Are you crazy!"
"Yep! Do you wanna see what I do if you don't comply?" she replied half jokingly as the crew paused a second before nodding.
"All stop, idling Turbines, popping smoke."
"Switch to thermals." She ordered as the huge jet turbine engine that powered her tank powered down and began to only emit a low purring noise as it idled, hopefully making her tank look as if it were damaged or malfunctioning on thermals.
The dull colors of thermal imagine came online as the smoke choked the small two way street and the Colonial Main Battle Tank disappeared in its own fog bank.
"Come on." She breathed as Samanthia swallowed her fear and waited an agonizing amount of time for her opportunity.
The colors and outlines or the buildings in her view suddenly shifted as the unmistakable form of the Covenant hover tank came into view, the thing actually strafed into a position facing straight down the street, the hellish energies of its main weapon built up and searching for a target.
"Come on you bastard." Averi breathed as his finger hovered over the firing studs.
"Not yet! Let it get as close as you can and aim for the damaged part of the armor where we last hit it." She unnecessarily whispered as the man nodded nervously.
The alien tank's commander or whatever the hell was in charge of that thing slowly made its way up the street with its secondary weapons on either side of its hull searching for targets.
"80 yards." Averi called off as Samanthia wiped a bead of sweat from her brow.
It came close and closer.
She had no way of knowing what sort of technology they had to see through the smoke if any, for all she knew it could have X-ray vision or something that was up until thirteen hours ago considered laughable.
"60 Yards."
"Steady."
Now it began to make its way into the cloud bank, its weapons burning white hot on her thermal screen.
"Frak its right on top of us! 30 yards! Its about to come through our smoke screen!" Averi shouted as Samanthia sternly replied back.
"Fire on my mark!" she ordered as the two glued themselves to their screens as Averi ever so slowly shifted the turret by inches to fire where they wanted to hit.
Then like a demon from some horror story the enemy tank appeared through the fog, not twenty yards away as its main weapon glowed white hot ready to burn them through.
"Fire!" She all but screamed as Averi slammed his thumbs down on the firing studs.
The video screen simply went white as she forgot to turn them off of the thermals as the flames from the barrel unleashed their deadly energies as the tank rocked with the supersonic crack.
The Tungsten penetrator barely had time to shed its Sabot as it left the Tank's barrel only to hit instantly right on target.
Averi's aim could not have been more dead on.
The dart sliced right through the damaged section of the enemy tank and into the delicate parts within.
The alien tank, which the Colonials would soon learn to call a Wraith, and a standard one at that; slewed sideways as the incredible shift in momentum tore into it.
Its repulsar lifts gave out as it slammed into the pavement before its main reactor blew.
The fleeing Colonial tank, now accelerating as fast as its turbines would carry it and 30 yards away rocked suddenly as its driver veered into and through a maintenance van before correcting himself as the Covenant tank turned into a white ball of fire and plasma, burning the buildings and abandoned shops nearby and creating yet another new crater in the surface of the planet while Samanthia and her crew cheered like madmen.
"Get us back to friendly forces! Command is needing us to reinforce a platoon nearby and more enemies are on the way. Our artillery is about to level this area and we have plenty of more bastards to kill."