Battlestar Galactica
Battle Star Group 75
Orbit of Tauron Satellite of Minos
Helios Alpha System
"Exiting FTL!" Lieutenant Gaeta called out as the old Battlestar tore itself from FTL fold into an orbit close to the extremely thin mesosphere of Tauron's single large moon.
"Action Stations! Action Stations! DRADIS sweep and I want our Vipers in the tubes ready to launch at a moment's notice!" Adama barked as the crew all raced about completing their tasks as the klaxons with their older style of wail rang throughout the ship as Adama calmly watched the Threat display.
"We are in a low orbit of Minos sir, nearly on the dark side of the moon. Reports from DRADIS coming in now. And sir we are getting a ton of chatter." Dee and Geata announced as the 1423 meter long warship's five main ion drive flashed and accelerated the ship closer into the gravity of the moon in an attempt to both hide behind it and mask its DRADIS profile.
"What have you got?" Adama sternly asked as the Admiral kept his eyes locked on the DRADIS scans.
"Gods, im reading reports of heavy fighting in the main cities and reports and signitures of multiple orbit to surface bombardments of urban centers and nuclear detonations in and in low atmospheric orbit. From what I can tell the 3rd Army under command of General Levent is heavily engaged in the outskirts of Hypathia where they are encountering fierce resistance. Everything else is garbled sir and there is hardly any civilian traffic, I am assuming the worst. But we are about to loose all communications as we are nearing the dark side of the moon."
As Geata finished Adama was already planning his next moves.
"Launch Boomer in a Raptor and have her act as a relay between us and the planet, full blackout and with her FTL's spooled up, and I want the same for us."
"Affirmative sir." Gaeta replied.
UNSC Wink of an Eye
"Sir Our sensors just picked up a brief and muffled burst of Cherenkov radiation from the dark side of the colony's moon, believed to be a Colonial FTL jump." Fallon called out as Branson nodded in silent thought as he brooded in his commander's seat, reading yet more readouts from the Covenant fleet as they laid siege to Tauron.
Their surprise attack on the CCS Battlecruiser had only delayed them from destroying the primary defensive battlestation and anchorage , and while dealing heavy damage to the alien warship and catching the Covenant with their pant's down, had only briefly taken the alien warship out of the fight and failed to wholly destroy it.
Their position compromised Branson had to make the call not to finish the massive thing off, as any attempt would have been swatted away with the alien's sending out even larger search parties of Seraphs and scans from their warships that were trying to find him.
And if they did they would last about ten seconds in a stand up fight.
"Haverson take us closer so our sensors can have a look, I am tired of being in this damned graveyard anyway." He ordered as he took another look out of the bridge windows and the port and starboard viewscreens.
The shattered shell of a Colonial Heavy Battlestar drifted past not a mile off of the prowler's starboard side, the blackened and holed bulk all but dwarfing the tiny Prowler in its shadow and radar profile, one that Branson had ordered to hide behind and next to after his attack on the Covenant Battlecruiser.
"Aye sir." Haverson called out as he fired a brief burst from the ship's maneuvering thrusters to stop the tumble that matched the ballistic course of the ruined wreck and debris around them.
"Baffles operating at 90 percent, getting us out of this mess."
The Prowler slowly pushed itself away from the tumbling mass of metal and steel that would soon cover the sector, as the huge number of dead, bisected, melted or outright obliterated vessels, nearly all of them Human Colonials, drifted away.
"Eighty Two ships for twelve of theirs….." he whispered aloud as Fallon's avatar dipped his head.
"I've worked out that the Colonials may be able to improve their odds if they use their FTL drives superior ability to make short ranged jumps to jump into close range when engaging the Covenant, and In my spare time I have managed to make approximations on the equations that they may need to do so and keep a relative formation, though it will have to be adapted to their systems."
Branson turned to face the AI in surprise.
"How have you managed to do that? UNSC inter system jumps are hard enough to do and have to be pre plotted at least five minutes in advance and that's pushing it for the stress factors."
"From what I can decipher on how these Colonial FTL drives work they only need to imput an approximation of coordinates into their navigation systems in order to jump without having to account for the, lets say "surprises" of traveling in a different dimension." The AI replied with a grin.
"Those sure as hell would be nice for us to have."
"No doubt, but they have the drawbacks of VERY high consumption of their fuel source and are very energy intensive and need significant time to recharge and cool down, not to mention plot a jump. Most large military vessels have two of them so they could jump in and jump out, but as the Covenant have proven, Slipspace can be much, much faster and more efficient."
Branson nodded as he pulled up the most recent scans and reports.
"What of the situation groundside and the Colonial's response in the system?"
"Groundisde the situation is as bad as you can guess. Multiple orbital bombardments on population centers and military bases. And the Covenant seem to be focusing their ground assault on two of the larger population centers on two of the major continents. From what little I can gather the Colonial response has managed to halt their advance but now they are at a standstill as the Covenant are using air superiority of their ships to simply blast anything that comes close. Its starting to get nasty down there. The only bright spot is that the Covenant have far fewer forces than the Colonials, despite the bombardments and the Colonials seem to be prepared somewhat for such an event with underground motor pools and barracks, allowing them to still operate. However as their lines cant move forward and the Covenant with the clear technological advantage the lines are beginning to look like something out of the first World War. Both sides seem to be digging in and waiting for reinforcements. Civilian populations losses are estimated as extreme."
"Well all civilian traffic towards the colony is cut off and the Colonials are building up a very large reactionary force in between the orbit of Caprica/ Gemanon and Tauron in deep space here." The AI highlighted the region of deep space on the tactical viewer as it pulled up the latest from the ship's sensor suite, though at that range they were five minutes old.
"Eighty eight ships and counting in the reaction fleet not including reinforcements above the other three worlds; and the forces above the capitol planet in particular are swelling in size even more so. They will no doubt be launching a counter assault soon."
"If they can attack fast and use my calculations they would have a roughly 68 percent chance of success if their force adds ten more ships. However the Covenant will no doubt soon have reinforcements flowing in within a day or so."
Branson inwardly winced at that.
There was no telling how soon Covenant reinforcements would arrive. It could either trickle in as a couple of ships at a time or in one gigantic fleet. There was no telling how long the Colonials would have. They could retake the Colony only to have a much larger fleet just appear and wipe out another. And there were also three more home systems for them to defend.
"Sir I have a positive ID on the ship!" Lieutenant Haverson called out as the Prowler eclipsed the curve of the large moon after roughly ten minutes of travel.
"What have we got?"
"Colonial sir. Battlestar class, one of the older ones I assume, roughly 1300 meters in length, not their largest sir."
"And a ship that's larger than a Marathon by 80 meters is now small? Despite the obvious firepower disparity" he thought.
Fallon took control of the optical scopes and zoomed in on the Battlestar roughly 60,000 kilometers away and hugging the thin atmosphere of the moon as it tried to hide its large profile.
Branson looked over the array of armor and weapon ports and its hangar pods as he noticed the large writing on the bow of the Colonial human warship.
"Fallon could you perhaps…."
The AI was already there, "The name is the Galactica sir." The AI answered with a slight grin on its avatar.
"Thank you Fallon." Branson smugly replied.
"They sure know how to name 'em I'll give them that. Galactica, pretty badass name." Haverson said aloud to the silent glances of the other officers at work at their stations.
"Sir the ship is launching one of their Gunboat's probably loaded down with ECM and ECCM to act as a communication to the planet and relay what it hears back to the Battlestar so it doesn't have to reveal its position."
"Covenant fleet status?" he asked as he kept his eyes glued to the forward viewport as the Prowler fired another short burn from its main thrusters to correct its course.
"Holding their position sir high orbit around the planet. They are simply holding their complete orbital supremacy and are busy mopping up any stations, ships or satellites that they can target. However one Corvette must have also picked up their signal and they are closing in." Fallon replied as the Colonial gunship with a final burn from its engines positioned itself in a geostationary orbit just above the terminus line of the moon as it went dark and began to use itself as a dish to pick up transmissions from the planet.
Haverson was about to open his mouth to say something when the sensor beeped again with the pinging of a new contact.
The man leaned over his station as his hands danced across his keyboard and its controls as he looked in closer.
"Sir I have something else. Its coming from the surface of the moon. Looks to be from one of the military bases on the surface, and I am getting a faint distress signal."
"Why haven't the Covenant bothered with them then? There are two good sized bases down there and dozens of mining colonies." Branson asked as he brought up the information on his personal screen.
"Probably because they didn't have much to hurt them with and they were so focused on the planet and its defensive fleet that they didn't have to take them out. There are dozens of heavy nuclear missile silos on that moon but none appear to have been launched, I can only guess that they were unable to attain an accurate target lock at the time of the battle and now its too late to use them on the enemy in orbit of Tauron, if they even made the trip." Fallon replied as the AI worked through the communications systems to decipher the message.
"Four point three seconds, not my best time sir but here you go."
The speakers in the headrest of his captain seat sizzled with static for a second before forming into crisp words.
"…..This is Admiral Corman to any and all available Colonial Forces. I and my staff evacuated the Defense Station HQ and have set up temporary command on Minos at Ft. Branderhorn near the pole. All civilians have begun pouring into available emergency centers on the moon from the mining colonies and outposts. We have begun entrenching ourselves with any Vacuum Combat suits we have going to Marines who are setting up defensive positions around the perimeter. Our anti orbital battery of Nuclear Missiles are all still in the silos and our air defenses are online. However we only have a few Vipers and Raptors at our disposal, so as of now we are keeping quit and monitoring the situation. If we plan on retaking Tauron we must hold this moon. We will keep monitoring the situation and….."
Branson cut the link as he stole a glance at the CIC.
"Status on the Covenant Corvette, they had to have heard that."
Battlestar Galactica
"This is Boomer, I can relay you that message again sir and try and clean it up a bit, they are sending out minimal DRADIS scans to try and avoid detection, and as they are on the opposite side they probably don't know we are here." Boomer's voice echoed throughout the CIC as Adama took a glance at the tactical displays.
Adama began weighing his options.
"Geata what is the position of the enemy fleet?"
"All are in a high orbit, they are just holding their positions for now on orbital overwatch, and they are providing limited support for the invasion, but otherwise nothing."
Adama nodded. "Alright bounce a signal off of Boomer and direct it at the base. We need to let them know we are here and if possible get any updates that we can on the enemy's progress planet side…"
The Rear Admiral didn't get to finish his sentence as Dee cut him off with a worried shout.
"Boomer has a contact! Incoming Covenant warship, it's a smaller contact that just jumped in about 20,000 kilometers from Minos. It looks like they are going to finish off the Base and the colonies down there."
"Frak, we need to get Corman at the very least off of that rock." Tigh growled as the Klaxons began to wail.
"Set condition one and launch our Vipers now, they can rendezvous with us on the far side and give the base some cover. We need to cover their retreat the best we can and pull them off of that rock." Adama ordered as he turned to Tigh.
"Have both pods prepped to receive shuttles and craft in the starboard hangar bay, we will squeeze as many of them in there as we can without compromising our ability to recall our Vipers. "
Tigh nodded as he ran to the other side of the cramped CIC and began coordinating the flight ops as Adama took one last look at the DRADIS.
"I want all our weapons hot with all of our nukes in the tube. Ready the gunnery crews and have them ready to go the moment we get a lock. And plot us a jump via Boomer's Raptor to get us as close as we can to that thing. We can mitigate some of our losses that way the best we can if we jump in right down their throats."
"Aye sir Vipers launching. Second flight is out and entering a low orbit burn. All craft away!"
Adama gripped his hands in anticipation.
"Jump."
Covenant Light Corvette
Hand Of the Follower
"Shipmaster we have identified the location of a defiler's base near the pole of the moon, our weapons are targeting, range at 20,000 units. No sign of any Lesser Human activity." The Demos Elite at the controls of the Corvette's scanners called out as Shipmaster Huranee nodded in understanding.
"Prepare a barrage from our laser banks and secondary Plasma canons. Sweep them over the base and burrow them into the surface to destroy any who may be cowering under the surface." He ordered as he stepped away from the huge globe like holographic projection of the corvette's location relative to the large moon with the human settlements and bases highlighted in red.
The Fleetmaster had ordered his ship to wipe out the human presence on their moon in preparation for the unenviable Colonial counter attacking fleet which was growing by the hour and waiting out of range in deep space to strike back and make their feeble attempt to take back their world.
Huranee didn't even know why they were leaving half of a planet for them to take back in the first place, a simple glassing of the human pestilence off of the world would have been much easier but instead the Fleetmaster had ordered a ground invasion and to wait for reinforcements, reinforcements that would only begin to trickle in in the next couple of days as the Hierarchs were convinced that the greater prize was here, rather than to make another attack on the UNSC greater humans at their now abandoned world of Harvest and their forces they had there.
But he wasn't in the position to question his orders, he was simply glad that we could get a break from offering orbital support for the ground invasion and take out this outpost.
"Lock on nearly achieved for our main weapons. We have a firing solution. Wait…. Human missiles are rising from the surface to strike us. Shall I intercept ?" the weapons officer asked from his station on the far side of the circular bridge.
Huranee looked at the growing rocky moon that now filled the viewscreen and the fore of the bridge to see the small twinkle of half a dozen lights lifting from the surface of the moon and angle to hit them, rising as fast as their primitive boosters would push them.
"He chuckled, yes."
Two seconds later a brief barrage of pulses from six directed energy beams simply erased missiles.
"Fools, why don't they lay down and die already as befits them?" one of the other major demos asked before the sensor officer began shouting in alarm.
"We have a contact coming in…."
The Sangheilli didn't get to finish its sentence before a brief and bright filed the viewscreen before out of nowhere a Colonial warship three times his Corvette's size appeared not three hundred miles away.
For a full second he stared with his mandables open before the enemy warship fired, breaking him from his revile.
"Return fire! Blast those heathens from the heavens!" he roared just as the first heavy rounds from the Galactica's 24 heavy cannons struck the shields.
CIC Battlestar Galactica
"Fire at will, full salvo. Fire everything we got. Position ourselves in between them and the moon as best as we can and get us in closer. Full military thrust!" Adama ordered as Tight scrambled to the gunnery station perched towards the front of the CIC as he angrily pointed at one of the displays.
"You got a red light! Come on don't waste our time! Clear that jam!"
The CIC was an erie mixture of calm and chaos as lieutenants cried out status updates and reports as the ship buckled under them.
"Multiple hits on target. Target is undamaged Repeat undamaged! Visuals confirm energy shielding!" Geata called out just as the Galactica shook dramatically beneath them as the Covenant Corvette angrily fired in return as it recovered from its momentary surprise.
Six blue beams of directed energy tore from the main laser banks of the Corvette and instantaneously cored into the thick hide of the 40 year old warship.
Battleplate designed to withstand the direct hit of a capitol grade nuke superheated and expanded as several sections gave in, allowing bursts of energy to core into the thinner secondary hull just beneath , opening up two breaches in the hull as buffs of atmosphere escaped into space as emergency hatches sealed shut.
"Hull breaches in decks 12 and 8 on the bow and the lateral superstructure! Sealing off decks!"
With Klaxons blaring a warning Adama glanced up from the DRADIS display at the angry red enemy icon to the damage readouts before returning his gaze to the tactical readouts.
"Seal them shut and keep at it." He grunted as another trio of lasers played over the hull of the Battlestar.
The Battlestar by this time maneuvered to directly face the enemy some 8,000 miles away as another and then another salvo of shells and slugs from its primary batteries opened up on the much smaller Covenant ship. Shields flared in an electrical storm as yet more high velocity rounds expended themselves against the barriers with little effect, although the Covenant ship was visually knocked off its course by a half a mile from the sheer brute force as it came around to bring its flanks to face the Galactica.
"Enemy is circling to our starboard side, its trying to go over us." Tigh growled as he caught himself as another half a dozen Pulse lasers scorched the hull, taking out one of the point defense batteries on the starboard flight pod.
William Adama gripped his hands on the tactical table as he turned to the crew.
"Keep up the substained fire Saul. Where the frak are our birds!?"
"Coming up from the poles of the moon now. ETA two minutes. Ft. Branderhorn has received our broadcast and is going to try and render some nuclear aid." Dee answered as the Admiral nodded.
"Spin us so our main batteries are always on target. Get ready for a nuclear launch mission!"
At this point the Corvette and Battlestar, both of them going at their full burns, were a mere 7,000 kilometers from each other and at near visual range just as the much more nimble Covenant Corvette spun on its axis and brought its three plasma cannons on its flanks to bare on the Galactica, all the while taking hit after hit from the Battlestar's main guns and seemingly ignoring them.
A trio of bright blue pulses of high energy plasma and magnetically guided gas tore away from the Corvette and struck the Battlestar on her starboard side of her bow near her flight bod.
The bolts slammed into the armor which burned white hot and crumpled inwards, absorbing the physical impacts like they were designed to, yet by the time it was over it was clear that the severe temperature had significantly reduced their effectiveness as another and another barrage of bolts impacted the Galactica as orange streaking slugs from the Battlestar returned the favor against the alien's shields.
"We have damage on the starboard flight pod and one of our launch tubes is gone. Still no visible damage to the enemy ship." Geata called out as a console overloaded in a shower of sparks.
"This old girl can take it. Keep it up!" Adama cried as he watched the DRADIS contact rapidly approach.
"Where are those Vipers?" Tigh shouted as Dee answered his question for him.
"Starbuck and squadron three are coming in hot!"
Adama scowled in response, "Tell her to pull out once they fire off their missiles and hang back to provide any fighter cover for the base. I don't want them to get caught in the crossfire and anything short of their nukes wont do a thing."
"Aye sir."
Another line of pulse lasers and strobes of plasma bolts slammed into the Galactica, this time causing another large hull breach and a fire near her forward water tanks as a lucky laser scored a direct hit on one of her aft main turrets, simply coring through it with a large explosion as fires quickly died in the cold vacuum.
The crew were thrown to the floor nearly as the ship shuddered with the impact.
"Seal those decks and get the damage control on it now!" Tigh ordered as he and Adama pulled themselves up.
"Fire off our anti-ship missiles and follow it up with a full time to target barrage Mr. Geata." Adama ordered.
"All of them sir? Our lock is fuzzy but I managed to attain one." He replied as the ship rocked again with yet another impact.
"Launch them now! Full barrage!"
One of the improvements the Galactica had managed to get from her refit was a full blown tripling of her anti ship missile racks, from 12 tubes to 36 along her lateral prow.
As one they opened up and launched at the rapidly closing blue twinkling light of the enemy as the ghostly contrails tore away from the Battlestar and accelerated towards the enemy ship, followed closely with a single full salvo from the Galactica's main guns.
Only half of the missiles made it as the Covenant's pulse lasers switched to their fast tracking modes and burned them from the sky in a display of accuracy that would make any Colonial commander jealous given the short time they had to react to the missiles.
The missiles covered the shields of the Corvette in electrical fury as they tried to overload the burning bright electric energy blister , which still shifted and remained translucent as the full on salvo hit.
This time the shields finally relented as the tremendous amount of energy it had already taken proved too much and the last three slugs tore through them to slam into the hull beneath.
One managed a direct hit on the bulbous head of the craft while the other two hit amid ships, tearing into the hull and finally managing to draw blood as the brief explosion of escaping atmosphere from several decks tore several Covenant into the void and the effected area of the head of the ship crumpled from the impact of the large round.
"Visible damage!" Geata cried out as Adama inwardly cringed.
It had taken them seven full salvos of weapons fire from their main guns and a full spread of their heavy missiles to just damage them, an amount of firepower that would have devastated any Colonial warship, and it was still active.
A case driven home as another pulse laser barrage tore into the Galactica, this time coring into a previously damaged battle plate and boring right through the bow of the ship and striking one of the Old Girl's water tanks.
Alarm bells wailed as the crew struggled to hold themselves up as water jetted out into vacuum to freeze instantaneously as another trio of plasma pulses slammed into the engine block, knocking out a group of thrusters as a deck near the stern gave in and opened up to vacuum along the outer hull, sucking out three engineers into vacuum before the airlocks sealed a second too late.
"Sir we cant take much more of this!" Geata called out as Tigh again directed the damage control teams from his station.
All the while Adama watched the DRADIS contact get within visual range.
He made up his mind as another salvo of heavy rounds hit the reconstituted energy shields of the Corvette, most of them being deflected as another three punched through to cause more damage as a strange blue gas escaped from the lateral surface of the enemy ship.
He was confident they could finish it off but with the Galactica sustaining more damage than was necessary. He could gun down this ship but be left with too much damage to cover the retreat, as no doubt the Covenant would send reinforcements. And all the while he had to remind himself that this was a lighter enemy escort ship, not armed with the reported energy torpedoes that the others clearly carried and with weaker energy shields, as the first disastrous battle of Tauron had taught the Colonial Defense Forces that their defensive barriers only scaled up with the size of the ship.
"Tigh Nuclear launch mission! Retract the flight pods now and dry launch our heaviest nuke we have, I want it to remotely detonate just as that bastard comes up along side us!" the Admiral ordered as the crew turned to look at him like he had gone mad.
"But sir we would be caught in the blast at that range!" Geata replied as Tigh with a nod rushed to insert his key into his slot to authorize a launch.
The old man's gaze bore into the lieutenant as if he were threatening a mutiny.
"Do it."
"Aye sir, retracting pods and launching nuke."
As another barrage of rounds slammed into the Covenant ship, this time causing much more noticeable wounds as the alien ship returned the favor, the iconic flight pods retracted into their safe position used to transit into FTL or under heavy fire; all the while a large anti shipping nuclear missile tumbled away from the accelerating warship propelled only by the short burst from its launch rail.
The two foes still trading fire Adama watched as he counted on the Aliens to act just as over-aggressive as they had in the past recorded engagements, something he could turn against them as the two ships tore across the distance seemingly head on at breakneck speed.
"Sir they are going to come head on! Adjust pitch to…"
"Keep her steady and keep firing!" Adama cut the helmsman off as the ship shook again from yet another series of wounds dealt from the Covenant energy weapons as the lights in the CIC flickered.
"Impact in fifteen seconds!" Tigh called out as the forward viewer switched to show the small sea creature like form of the Covenant corvette seemingly speed directly at the camera, the damage it had taken clearly visible, the bluish haze of gas and atmosphere from a torn conduit making it all the more menacing looking.
"Batteries don't have an angle!" Geata called as the seconds ticked off.
"Roll us thirty degrees to port! Emergency thrusters! Rotate batteries to fire as they pass by and detonate that nuke Mr. Geata!" William Adama ordered with a strange sense of calm, merely nodding as he did so.
"Detonating!" , Geata breathed as the Galactica's emergency thrusters pushed her onto a new course while her main batteries swiveled to hit the Covenant ship.
A brief new star appeared directly in front of the Battlestar in between it and the Corvette, blinding all sensors and causing the enemy ship to disappear as the energies and radiation of the blast wave of heat and particles hit the Galactica , buffeting her slightly as the ship rocked with the impact and the lights throughout the warship flickered on and off as energy systems were pushed to the limit.
Adama, Tigh and the others in the CIC all gazed up at the DRADIS display, which was still blinded from the blast.
"Frak it go visual and tell the Gunners to go manual and fire at will." Tigh grunted as the DRADIS gave a shrill beep of a contact.
As one Adama, Tigh, Dee and Geata all looked up to see the unique sight of the red icon of the enemy warship completely covering up the origin point of the DRADIS scans and the Galactica's own icon.
"Holy…." Tigh began to mutter as the speakers throughout the CIC came to life.
It was the gunnery crews, which for the rare occasion were manually operating their weapons, something that was a rarity.
"Its right on top of us! Visible thermal damage! Frak unload on it!" one of the men in the forward most heavy turret cried as the Battlestar suddenly trembled.
The lateral viewers witched to show the Covenant ship sailing by not two kilometers away, with debris and damage visible as its systems appeared to flicker back to life.
The eerie glow from its weapons ports and engines again flickered on again just as the first shells of the Columbia class Battlestar's full broadside tore into its unprotected hull as it drifted past.
Magnetically accelerated slugs and high explosive shells tore into the ship. Decks exploded outwards in decompression and sections of the ship suddenly were sliced open as the outer hull dented and caved in to the immense kinetic force.
Even the Galactica's auto cannons sent a stream of cannon fire into the dying shell for good measure as a second volley ripped deep into the guts of the alien warship, and hit something vital.
The cheers throughout the ship could be heard even in the darkest recesses of the warships storage bays as the Covenant ship broke apart in a violent blue hued explosion.
UNSC Wink of an Eye
"They got them sir!" Haverson cried as the crew breathed a collective sigh of relief as the Covenant Corvette shattered under the broadside from the Battlestar's main guns.
Somehow Branson felt the sense of victory himself, as if he were watching a UNSC Warship take out the enemy ship.
I guess UNSC or not we are still human
Snapping out of his train of thought he turned to Fallon as the AI's avatar faced him with a similar look of satisfaction.
"Sometimes its relieving to see a good old fashioned smackdown at point blank range. However I have detected multiple squadrons of Seraph single ships enter slipspace for a shot ranged jump. Those Colonials are about to have a shit storm hit them."
He had already made up his mind, regulations be damned Parangosky could relieve him of duty herself.
"Haverson take us in and take the safeties off of what weapons we have, we are going to give them what support we can." He ordered as the Colonial dart like fighters raced to intercept the emerging wings of rapidly closing Seraphs intent on blasting the Battlestar from the skies as everal shuttles broke from the surface to the awaiting Colonial warship.
