Disclaimers: This is TOS BSG fan fiction it is AU. Using original characters developed by myself and my dear friends Arlene President of The Battle Star Galactica Club and Katie our current Vice President as well as TOS characters. Thanks ladies for our brilliance in developing them. As you all know I do not own TOS BSG it was created by Glen Larson and is now owned by him and various corporations. There is no profit to be made on this work unless it is to encourage a continuation of this series. That would be a great payment for this poor author. Smile. The Cubits however go elsewhere. Please read and review and I hope this work makes you smile as well.

Summary: What happened to the Pegasus after she took on the two Cylon base ships at Gamoray? This fan fiction attempts to give one possible answer.

A/N: Thoughts are in Italics

Ratings : As always I will attempt to rate each part. I do sometimes however forget. Be warned that the ratings will go from G to NC-17. This will be for violence or language as well as Adult situations.

Originally started in 2002

Sunday, December 16, 2007

By : Fire Star

Return of a Legend

Part 26 One little Cylon, Two little Cylons, Three little Cylons….Frak how many?

The Klaxons went off. Starbuck cursed as he jumped out of bedDamn cylonsHe had just drifted off to sleep. He had left Cassie a centar ago sleeping peacefully. Well I guess I don't really need sleep he thought. It was worth it. He grinned. He grabbed his cloths dressed on the run hopping as he put on his boots. Well at least if I die to day it will be a happy death.

Apollo strapped in and began his check. "Sheba we got orders to cover the Agro ship with what is left of Bo Jays flight."

"Will do. The rest of Silver Spar will help cover the civilians and Blue engage the raiders. Red and Yellow will cover the Galactica. Bronze will be covering us. Lets hope this new way works."

Well we are launching a lot more vipers then they expect. Purple's two flights are already launching to engage. It should be a little better now. Once they are up then Silver Spar can join us and we can begin to look for that base ship we know is out there." He hit his turbo button when the clearance order was given. A dozens ships launched not only from the Galactica but from various ships in the fleet. The cylons were in for a nasty shock they would be facing 6 squadrons of vipers and 2 flights of combat shuttles which were moving to cover the slower civilian ships. These retooled ships were acting like anti raider batteries landing on and locking onto the tops of various ships. They would lay cover fire then shift to a new ship. Hopefully keeping the cylons of guard. This idea had been Tigh's and Omega had helped design the mini warships. Today was the first time they would be tested.

"Apollo how do you think Purple will hold up?" Sheba was worried as the newly designated Purple squadron was flying a new ship. One that was a lot smaller and quicker. It however did not have the heavy armor of a viper. It did however have more maneuverability. The ship was half the size of a standard star-hound. It was meant to fly only short combat missions but the size meant a full squadron took up half the room. It was at best a second line of defense.

"The pilots are good Sheba and I know they will do their best. It is all we can do. Better to have them then not. I just winder about the shuttles. That was a crazy idea of Tigh's but it could be a shock to the tin heads."

"Yes, I almost wish I could see their faces."

"Ah Sheba Cylons don't have expressions." Starbuck quipped as he now joined his friends. "Frak looks like six full phalanxes worth? Where are those things coming from?"

"Don't know but I wish they get lost." Giles called back. "Apollo I am reading one no two base ships moving in on us."

"Damn it. Green Bean?"

"Apollo there are four more in front of us." Green bean said. "Ok Yellow form on me. We can not let them get through to the fleet."

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Adama pulled on his pants and shirt. His hair was still wet from the shower. He noted that Arian was already dressed waiting for him.

"Stay here." He ordered.

She raised a brow and then her left hand. "I don't think so Sir! Now don't you need to be on the bridge."

He frantically looked for the key. Then sighed. "Alright but you will obey me."

She smiled and followed him out. The key to the cuffs hanging safely around her neck. She was not letting him lock her up in cotton wool. She was never leaving him again. He just got into to much trouble wthout her there to keep him in line. She smiled thinking it was his own fault.

Adama and Arian ran to the bridge. He came in as he heard the news about six base ships.

"Tigh we need to get between the fleet and those ships behind us. There are only two. We have to take them out first. We would never stand a chance against four. Arian take a Athena's station. Athena I need you to keep communication with the fleet open. And send out an emergency signal."

Athena nodded and handed her station to Arian. She then ran to send our a cry for help on Alpha channel. Please let someone hear it.

TBC...