Helios Delta
Ragnar

In a flash of light the fleet emerged from their jump above the gas giant known as Ragnar.

"Report." Adama commanded.

"Taking a bearing now." Gaeta looked at his console and turned around with a smile. "We appear to be in synchronous orbit, directly above the Ragnar Anchorage."

"Mr. Gaeta, secure the FTL drive and bring the sub light engines to full power. Colonel Tigh?" Adama turned to Tigh.

"Sir?"

"Let's update the charts for a course, right down into the eye of the storm."

"Yes sir."

"Dee, confirm all ships are present."

Dee nodded and a second later confirmed all ships had jumped with them. The phase was too slowly enter the gas giant until they found the station and dock with it, get on and get all the weapons and ammunitions they could get their hands on. "We're passing into the ionosphere."

Adama picked up the phone. "All decks, be ready for some chop."

Ragnar may be a safe place to hide from the Cylons but at the same time it was a nightmare to navigate because of the storms and gases. DRADIS was useless in this environment so instead they were forced to rely on precise calculation of the location of the Anchorage inside the gas giant and pray that they were spot on. Galactica moved slowly through the dark and stormy clouds until the shape of a giant space station, much larger than Galactica came into view. The next part was the most difficult and tricky part, docking with the station.

With slow and careful preparation the Galactica approached the station until it was close enough and the magnetic locks managed to pull the ship's hull and docking collar together. Large mechanical latches firmly secured the ship and station together. In the CIC Gaeta quickly pressurized the two air locks allowing the boarding parties to exit the air lock and enter the station. When the seal was secured Chief Tyrol picked up a nearby phone to contact the CIC.

"Hard seal confirmed sir."

"Go get and get me some fire power, Chief." Adama replied.

"Understood." Tyrol replied and hung up the phone. "All right, let's move out!"

The hatch swung open and the team poured through the airlock and onto the station.

"All right, people. Let's be quick about this. Cally, find the switches and generators and get some lights on in here." Tyrol called out.

He started leading the search for anything that could help defend Galactica and arm her Vipers, such as fusion batteries, ammunition for the ships point defence cannons, missiles, warheads, and maybe even a Super Warhead that would give the Cylons second thoughts. He just turned a corner and found what appeared to be a large automatic weapon pointed at his face.

"Chief!" He heard Cally call out behind him.

"Everyone hold back!" He said, not wanting to agitate the man.

He looked like hell, red rimmed and glassy eyes, clothes worn and ragged, sweat pouring down his face and he looked to be near hysterical.

"I don't want any trouble." His voice sounded strained and seconds away from snapping.

"Okay, let's talk." Tyrol said slowly.

"But I'm not going to jail!" He barked, pushing the rifle a little closer to Tyrol's face.

"What?"

"You understand?! I am not going to jail!" The man shouted.

"Nobody's taking you to jail! Just calm down." Tyrol raised both hands. "We're not the police. We're not here to arrest you."

"Then who the hell are you?"

"We're with the Colonial Fleet. We just came to get some equipment from the station." Tyrol explained, still wary of the gun in his face. "To get back into the fight."

"What the frak are you talking about? What fight?"

"You don't know?" Tyrol asked a little concerned that he wouldn't know about the attack on the Colonies.

"Know what? You think I'm stupid or something? I'm not falling for this! I want passage out of here! I want a ship with an untraceable Jump System. NOW!"

"Look, I can't help you. There are a lot of people that need our help right now. If you think you have enough bullets for all of us that's fine. If not get out of our way!" Tyrol barked.

The man looked startled and but actually seemed to calm down. Backing away he looked around at all the people surrounding him and reluctantly lowered his weapon.

"Get his weapon." Tyrol said and three of his men quickly subdued the man and picked up the gun. "If he moves, shoot him."


Ragnar Anchorage
Storage Area

"Hey! Take it easy! Slow down!" Tyrol shouted.

As the crew continued searching for anything they could use while forklifts lifted up crates of anything they found that was useful. As this happened Adama was talking to the man who called himself Leoben, telling him about the attack on the Colonies to loosen him up enough for him to explain why he was on the station.

"Where's your spaceship?" Adama asked.

"Docked on the other side of the station." Leoben gestured before looking at the moving crates. "Those warheads, they would have nice to sell on the market."

"So you're an arm's dealer?" Adama raised an eyebrow.

"People have a right to protect themselves, I just supply the means." Leoben innocently shrugged.

Adama noticed how Leoben was breathing. "You don't look too good."

Leoben was about to answer but was cut off by Tyrol's shouting. "Be careful with that, all right? Hey! Be careful! Look out!"

A large caged rack of explosives and bombs toppled over and crashed onto the floor, scattering across the cargo bay and scattering the crew for cover. One of the cages was smashed open and out rolled a single bomb that started beeping.

"Take cover!" Tyrol shouted.

Adama grabbed Leoben and dove through a nearby hatch as the bomb exploded, throwing them both down into the compartment below.


Battlestar Galactica
Briefing Room

"Colonel Tigh, as far as we know we are the last surviving fleet of Colonial ships. We need your help with food and medical supplies." Laura started.

"You can't be serious." Tigh looked her like she was crazy.

"I'm not big on jokes today, Colonel." Laura gave him a hard look. "May I ask where Admiral Adama is?"

"He's unavailable." Tigh said with a tone that meant he wasn't going to answer. "We expect to hear from him soon. In the meantime I'm in command."

"Then we should be looking at you to answer our requests." Laura acknowledged.

"We're in the middle of repairing and rearming this ship! We don't have time to start caring for refugees!" Tigh said indignantly.

"We have more than fifty thousand people out there! Some of them are sick and hurt so our priority is..."

"My priority is preparing this ship for combat!" Tigh growled. "In case you haven't heard we have a war going on."

"Colonel, the war is over. We lost." Laura said, trying to stay calm.

"We'll see about that.

"Yes we will in the meantime however as Vice- President of the Colonies I am giving you a direct order..."

"You don't give orders on this ship!"

"To provide men and equipment..."

"Hold on!" Lee stepped in and tried to diffuse the situation. "At least give us a couple disaster pods!"

"Us?" Tigh turned and looked at Lee.

"Sir, we have fifty thousand people out there, fifty thousand. Some are sick, some are wounded, just two disaster pods, Colonel. That's all we're asking."

Tigh was silent for a moment before he replied. "Because you're the old man's son, fine. Two disaster pods but no personnel. You get them yourselves and you operate them yourselves and you got until we Jump back into the fight." He turned to Lee. "You report to flight duty, you're a senior pilot now Captain."

Lee saluted him. "Yes sir."


Ragnar Anchorage
Storage Area

"Stay back! Stay back! It's hot and unstable!" Tyrol shouted as he pulled Cally back away from the door to the compartment Adama went in. He shined a flash light onto the hatch and saw that the metal had been fused by the heat from the explosion. "We need hand lifts, fire equipment, and a plasma torch!"

Down below Adama groaned as he stood back up, looking at Leoben who was laughing manically.

"Admiral Adama!"

Tuning out Leoben Adama turned back to the door. "Yeah! Anybody hurt out there?"

"No sir!" It was Chief Tyrol. "We got some equipment coming sir! We'll get you out!"

"No! Get the weapons and the equipment onto the ship first. We have a fleet to arm!" Adama shouted. "Don't waste time on us!" He turned around, looking at the compartment and then back at Leoben. "Is there another way out of here?"

"Yeah…sure." Leoben chuckled.

Adama didn't like the smirk on Leoben's face but ignored it. "Listen Chief, we're going out the other way!"

"Sir, I don't think that's a good idea." Tyrol stated.

"You have your orders." Adama turned away from the door and walked over to Leoben. "Let's go."

Leoben stood up, still smiling as he slowly led Adama through the compartment with Adama behind him, keeping the light as they walked deeper into the station.


Colonial One

"Commanders, all of you represent the last of the Colonial Fleet and we stand here in a gas giant, waiting for our enemy to find us." Zarek addressed the gathered Colonial Officers. "Now Vice-President Laura Roslin has suggested an exodus from the Colonies to save what's left of our people and I agree. However we all know that the Cylons will not allow us to escape. They will not stop until every one of us is put to death. Therefore I ask you all here to help plan alternate plans for making sure our race survives. I suggest splitting the fleet up, moving in different directions so that even if the Cylons track down one fleet they don't find another."

"Mr. President, there's no guarantee that the Cylons won't find all of us." Commander Gavin spoke up. "There's a rumor that the Cylons have new Terminator models that have infiltrated us."

"Yes, I have heard. And I know who to speak to about it." Zarek stated.


Ragnar Anchorage
Maintenance Level

Adama was beginning to get sick of this place, not literally sick but he was running out of patience. He was now sure that Leoben was leading him around in circles, far from the armory. They had just made it down the stairs into what was supposed to be the hangar where Leoben had supposedly docked his ship but Adama couldn't see any kind of spaceship here. Leoben staggered as he reached the bottom of the stairs and crouched down, unable to walk anymore.

His skin was a mix of grey and green and he was coughing as if the air itself was a poisonous cloud.

"What is it about this place? What's it doing to me?" Leoben groaned.

"Must be your allergies." Adama commented with a cold look.

Leoben looked at him with a surprised look before it slowly turned into a grin. "I don't have allergies."

"I thought so. What you've got is silicon pathways to the brain or whatever you call it. It's decomposing as we speak." Adama leaned down.

Silica Pathways, the very technology that created the artificial neural networks that mimicked the functions of the human brain processing the 'software' of human thought which Daniel Graystone had used to make the prototype of the Cylons, the U-87 Combat Unit. It was the basis of Cylon technology, even after they evolved and advanced themselves.

"It's the storm, isn't it?" Leoben asked, not bothering to deny it. "It puts out something, something that causes a disruption in Cylon technology. That's why you brought the fleet here, a last ditch effort to hide. Well, it's not enough Adama, I've been here for hours. When the Cylons get here they'll be in out before they have a headache. It won't take them long to destroy you."

"Maybe..." Adama grabbed Leoben by the collar and slammed into the pillar. "But you won't find out because you'll be dead. How does that feel, if you can even feel."

"Oh, I can feel, more than you can imagine. But I won't die; I'll just transfer my conscious into another body." Leoben chuckled. "And when that happens they'll know where you are and they'll come and finish you off. I think I'll watch."

"Really because you know what I think?" Adama leaned down, close to Leoben's face. "I think if you could have transferred out of here you would have. The storm has messed up that connection hasn't it? You're stuck in that body."

He remembered the Cylon bases on Djerba and the ice planet during Operation Raptor Talon. The Cylons had kept body parts frozen in freezers and it looked whoever they had captured had been subject to very brutal experiments. He remembered those snake things that were a mix of organic and machine that attacked him when he found a cave. The Admiralty had suspected the Cylons were trying to create humanoid models to try and infiltrate them and destroy them from the inside.

Those fears where confirmed when Cylon Terminator models made their first appearance, acting as an invisible plague as important targets where assassinated, crippling the effort to push the Cylons back and spreading fear and paranoia across the Colonies. It had reached a point that Cylons had almost won when a way had been found to identify the Terminators and stop them.

It was still a damn close call though.

"It doesn't matter." Leoben spoke up. "Sometime, sooner or later you can no longer run from the things you've done."

Adama was shocked as the very words he used in his speech left Leoben's mouth as the Cylon/Human closed his eyes and seemingly died. Adama watched for a second, wondering if Leoben really was dead...

And the answer came when Leoben's hand reached out and grabbed his throat. Adama gasped for air as Leoben opened his eyes and grinned as he stood back up, lifting Adama off his feet with one hand as he watched the commander gasp for air. Out of reflex and desperation Adama slammed his flashlight into Leoben's face but it didn't seem to hurt him. With a punch to the torso Leoben sent Adama flying into the hangar and Adama could feel his back colliding with the floor hard enough that his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head.

"Here's a little something you never thought would exist."

The sound of energy shimmering behind him made Adama look over his shoulder and gasp as a ship appeared behind him with his back pressed against it! The ship was frigate sized, resembling an old style Cylon Raider.

"Cloaking devices." Leoben answered Adama's unasked question. "Able to bend light and other forms of energy making a ship completely invisible to the human eye and any kind of sensor. The Cylons tried building this technology during the war but the power requirements and the sensor deadening affects made it impossible at the time...until now."

The Cylons had developed stealth technology to render ships invisible? Adama knew they were advanced but not this advanced! This kind of technology was considered theoretical by the science committee with most believing it was impossible to create. He snapped his eyes when he heard the sound of metal groaning and he saw Leoben reach towards a pipe, wrenching it from its upper mounting and then breaking it from the lower base. Steam hissed out of the broken base as Leoben swung down and it would have been a fatal hit if Adama hadn't ducked out of the way.

His flash light was still in his hand and he swung it up, slamming it into Leoben who staggered back from the blow and from two more punches to his face Adama sent. Leoben stepped back into the steam released when he broke the pipe free and he screamed as the hot steamed air engulfed him. He dropped the pipe as he managed to step out of the steam and Adama took advantage off his distraction and fell upon him with savage punches.

Leoben staggered and fell over as Adama continued to slam his fist and flash light down on the dying Cylon, venting all of his rage and fury on Leoben for everything he and the Cylons did. Leoben stopped moving and Adama glared hatefully down at the corpse as he held up his bloody hands. The Cylons had done more than just making models that looked human, they bled, red blood just humans did.

"Is my race that much of a threat to you now?"

Leoben's eyes shot open and backhanded a shocked Adama, knocking the veteran Colonial Officer away and stood up. As he stood up his skin seemingly healed and he was no longer sickly pale. "This is the first time I have ever journeyed to a place that is dangerous for organic Cylon models. I wanted to see the healing abilities of my nanites."

Adama slowly stood up, grunting and glaring Leoben with hate as Leoben's eyes flashed red.

"Now that I have had my fun it's time to get down to business." Leoben smirked as he looked up at the ceiling. "Activation Code: Omega-Thirteen."


Deep within the station of Ragnar groaning sounds were heard as bodies made of silver metal stood up, singular red eyes sweeping back and forth on black visors where the eyes were.

Activation Code: Omega-Thirteen

All System Functioning At Optimum Efficiency

Mission Directives:

Objective One: Terminate All Humans Aboard

Objective Two: Board Colonial Battlestar And Terminate All Humans

Objective Three: Use Battlestar Weapons On Colonial Fleet And Destroy Ragnarok Station

Weapon Systems: Armed

Probability of Mission Success: Ninety Eight Percent

They all spoke in a single electronically cold sounding voice. "By your command."


"Let's move! Let's move! We want the ship fully stocked when the old man gets back!" Tyrol shouted, directing his workers. "We don't have all day! Move!"

A petty officer was shining his light on the large piles of crates and as he turned a corner he had to cover his eyes as his was reflected back at him by something shiny. Squinting his eyes he spotted something wearing metallic armor as his light shined up his heart stopped when he saw the red roving eye.

"Chief-AHH!"

Everyone turned only to gap in horror as the petty officer was sent flying into the wall so hard his skull cracked. They watched in horror as the attackers stepped outside revealing themselves to be two Cylon Centurions. They resembled the original Cylon Centurion but they were taller, slimmer, and carrying giant phased plasma rifles.

"Run!" Someone shouted and then it was chaos.

The Centurions fired on the panicking officers, bright blue shots flying all over the place. Bodies fell over as anyone who was shot was either dead or injured.

"Get the marines here!" Tyrol shouted over the sound of plasma fire, keeping a terrified Cally down as plasma bolts shot over their heads.

He spotted a nearby forklift and got an idea that was no doubt incredibly stupid. More Centurions appeared, marching towards the airlock connecting to the Galactica while killing anyone in their way. A pair of marines ran out of the airlock, firing on the Cylons but their bullets had no effect on the armor the machines used. The Centurions stomped towards the marines who didn't stop shooting or try to move, holding his ground.

Raising their weapons they were about to attack when a forklift ran into one of them and slammed it into the wall. Tyrol was at the control and he kept the forklift moving, squishing the Centurion until he struggled to kill it. However the Cylon slowly pushed the forklift back until it was fully free and ripped through the machinery as it tried to grab the human at the controls. Tyrol quickly jumped off the forklift as the Cylon swatted aside and continued its mission.

The Cylons shot the marines, killing them instantly and walked through the airlock and onto the Galactica.

"Someone…tell the Colonel…" Tyrol weakly said, trying not to let his anguish at seeing all of his dead co-workers known.