Chapter 38 Wolf Pack Part 2

Luitenant Kara Thrace moved toward the waiting raptor in the hanger of the decomished battlestar Moros. The Moros was actually built after the Galactica but she had been in mothball for almost 30 years and it showed. All around her crews most of whom were not even born yet when the ship was mothballed, where busy getting the old warship ready to get into the fight against the Tau'ri.

"I heard that the military is going to take over half of the civilian ship yards over Scorpia to build warships or at least do upgrades." reported a crew man as he was busy scrapping the rust of a pipe.

"You heard right, my brother works at the yards and some of the owners are frakened pissed they have contacts to make civilian ships that they will lose out on." said woman beside him who was preparing the fresh paint, which would go over the pipe.

"Won't they still get paid?" inquired the man

"Yes, but not as much since they took over the old Cylon war shipyards when the military moved to their new yards." explained the woman "Part of the deal was that the military can take over if war is declared and the military fixes the prices."

"Well at least they will still have the other half of the old yard." said the woman "And the military can't touch the newer civilian built shipyards without paying out of their fraken asses."

"This war will not last long. Once the Tau'ri get a good view of the size of our fleet they will beg us for peace." confirmed the man as Kara moved toward the Raptor. As she arrived at the location, she saw the pilot who had spoke to her earlier as well as a copilot.

"Lieutenant Thrace please get into the back." ordered the pilot

"I was going to fly the bird." Explained Kara

"I am afraid not, our orders are to take you there and we will do that." said the copilot as Thrace thought about fighting but then she saw there was a diamond shape mark on both of the pilots uniform. The mark showed where a patch had been removed and she did not put up a fight as she got into the back of the Raptor. She made sure her helmet was on tight and her suit was sealed, within moments the Raptor had left the battlestar and disappeared in a flash of light.

"Alright gentlemen why are two pilots from Hermes Wings taking me to a training base?" inquired Kara as the pilot turned and looked at her. "The patch on your suit, or should I say the patch you took off is where the patch for one of the Hermes Wing's units. So why are you taking me to a training base?"

There were in total twelve elite forces in the Colonial Military, split between the army, navy and marines. The navy being the largest of all the branches had six of the twelve groups, the groups themselves where made out of 12 unites each stationed on one of the major worlds of the colonies. One thing that made them stand out was that unlike the other unites their patches where diamond shaped not square or circled. So that each world had a one of each of the unites if only in small amounts. Hermes Wings was the special navy unit trained to transport the other units most of all the army and marine Special Forces into battle on specially designed and equipped Raptors.

"We are not heading to a training center." answered the copilot "We are heading to an Research and Development Center on Sagittaron. They want you there."

"Why me?" asked Kara

"We just the drivers we have no idea why they want you." explained the pilot "Only that this is likely the easiest job we will have for a while."

The woods on Virgon was thick and full of tall old oaks which branches covered the ground in shade, there was a lot of undergrowth which caused the entire wood to appear as if it had been untouched by the hand of man. The only sign that man had touched the woods was a dirt road, which weaved through the woods. Moving down that road was something which clearly didn't belong in the woods, there moving down the road was a colonial T-35 Pallas tank. The tank was painted olive green to help blend in with the woods, but nothing could hide the rumble of its twin engines.

"Damn that sucker is load," noted the French Special forces member hiding in the woods watching the colonial tank and the 20 colonial soldiers who were also dressed in olive green uniform move through the woods.

"Yes, and those colonials are fools." said the second officer as they hid in the woods waiting for the operation to begin. "Why send a tank into woods like this, it is asking for an enemy to kill it. The trees would get in the way of that turret. They don't even have their infantry soldiers spread out to search the woods for enemies."

"From my understanding sir their old enemies, the Cylons where not expects of hiding." explained the commander of the strike force. "Their commanders where painted bright gold and their normal soldiers where decked out in chrome. They kind of stand out in green woods like this. It as if they didn't care about modern warfare."

"Well they look like extras in a WW2 movie with those uniforms. Aside from their bullet proof vests and their rifles, they look like American soldiers in olive green uniforms from the 1940's." said the second officer

"The tank looks like a cross of an American Abrams and a Nazi Tiger tank." said an infantry solider as he studied the massive armored tank moving through the woods. "Only it looks heaver and wider, with a much larger gun."

"Looks like at least a 203mm cannon, normally you only see them in heavy towed artillery, the shells for that thing must be heavy as hell for any loader in there." noted the second officer "And that machine gun on top is closer to a small cannon then anything supposed to take on humans."

"From all reports that makes it is a lot heaver and slower, the top speed is only supposed to be 50 kilometers per hour on the road, cross country it goes down to below 40 kilometers an hour." said the commander as the men around him all looked at him as if he was crazy. At 50 kilometer per hour or just under 32 miles an hour that was just a mile or two faster than an American WW2 Sherman tank and was nothing compared to the 125 kilometer an hour or 77 mile an hour of a Tau'ri Leopard III tank on the open road.

"I see only a single tank, are we sure they don't have any other tanks in support?" asked the second in command

"No, they don't admass their armor; they spread them out and move them up in support of the foot soldiers." explained the commander. "If you look closer you can see that the infantry have six men armed with what appears to be RPGs or missile launchers of some kind. They are training to go up against Cylon Centurions not humans in the woods."

"Well that always seems to be the case, commanders fighting the last war not realize that everything has changed." Said the second officer

"Well they will learn soon enough," said the French Leader as the tank kept moving through the woods.

Standing in the copula of her Pallas tank stood a Colonial Army Lieutenant, she took a deep breath as she enjoyed the air around her. True behind her the air stank of her engine smoke but in front of her was clean air. She considered herself luckily compared to the men and women in the infantry who had to walk wherever they went. She had 13 inches of steel and other composites armor around her. She had to laugh a bit, they had chosen 13 because it was a lucky number, the total number of colonies of man was 13. One inch of armor per colony and now they were going to war against one of those colonies.

"We should be reaching the mock bunker in ten minutes or so." said the Lieutenant over the wireless to her crew located throughout the tank. Her driver could see out of the front of the tank but her gunner could not, she was stuck without a view. "Make sure we have a training round ready to go."

"Will do." said the gunner as she pushed a button and the autoloader began to move. Within moments there was a training round in the barrel of the massive gun.

The Lieutenant moved her head at a wet sound coming from behind and below her.

"You need to use less oil on that loader, I can hear the excess splashing out." stated the Lieutenant but before she could hear her gunner's answer she heard someone step on the small ladder on the back of the tank. She turned her head, expecting to see one of the soldiers stepping up to tell her something. Instead, she found herself looking at her own reflection in the glass of a Tau'ri full-face helmet. She could see a human face through the glass, it grinned at her.

"Bonjour." greeted the Tau'ri as the sound of a pin being pulled filled the air. The tank lieutenant's eyes widened as the Tau'ri pushed her forward and dropped the grenade down into the compartment of the tank. With that, he leaped off the tank the power suit allowing him to jump a distance that no man would be able to do naturally.

"Get out of the Tank!" yelled the tank commander as she tried to do the same and had just pulled her body out of the tank when it went off. Instantly the inside of the tank began a death trap as the compartment filled with thousands of small fast moving fragments. She jumped to the ground as fire shot out of the hatch of the tank. She looked up to see fire shooting out of the top of the tank, the gunner was screaming as she was burned alive inside. The driver was slumped over the front of the tank with blood running down the front of the tank.

She jumped to her feet only to see the soldiers, which were supposed to take part in the training attack open fire in the direction that the Tau'ri had run. That is when she saw that the small group of soldiers which had been following behind the tank as a rear guard was all lying in the ground dead.

As the Colonials fired into the woods, they never saw the two French soldiers in cover in the woods with light machine guns on them. When they opened up they the Colonials dropped like flies, only the tank commander didn't get hit and that was because the burning wreck of the tank protected her from the fire.

"Frak me." cursed the commander as she bolted into the woods in the hopes of getting away, she ran right past a group of French commandos. The Frenchman just watched her run, before moving up to the tank. The French commandos quickly spread out to carry out their different goals; four of them pulled four posts and placed them around the tank. Once in place, multiple lights began to shot out of all four pillars as the computers began to scan the massive colonial war machine. Others commandos where doing similar things with the equipment of the colonial soldiers and lastly the two of them where busy placing small objects in the brush around the tank. It took them only minutes to finish their work and disappear back into the woods.

After they disappeared into the woods before multiple Colonial Army vehicles plus two supporting Raptors arrived over the remains of the tank. Teams of soldiers with weapons raised jumped out of their vehicles and moved toward their fallen comrades.

"Damn those fraken, Tau'ri." cursed a soldier as he reached down and rolled over a fallen soldier. When he did a click could be heard as the colonial realized that they had walked into a trap. Seconds later the eight claymore mines, four of them on either side of the tank went off. The mines sent out death to the colonial soldiers who had come to answer the attack adding to the death total.

A Colonial Commander was dressed in his formal uniform as he stood in front of a news camera which had been set up for his interview. The story was going to be about the record number of people signing up for the military and what this meant. They had decided to do the interview in public right in front of a large military recruiting center on Caprica. The center took up the entire bottom floor of the building and had huge ground to ceiling windows, which allowed passer buys to see all the men and women in colonial military uniforms. Normally the center only got a few dozen people a day to come in and sign up but today there where lines outside the door.

"So how many people have signed up today?" inquired the news Woman as the story went out live across all the colonies.

"We will not know for sure until the end of the day, but we are running out of forms." answered the Colonial Commander with a slight smile, before the news woman could ask another question the commander's head exploded in a ball of bright blood, white skull and brain matter. The horrible mixture spread out everywhere including onto the former model turned news reporter. She let out a horrible scream, which caused the people in the recruitment center to turn and look at her through the massive windows.

The people inside had only begun to understand what had happened when another bullet ripped through the glass, slamming into the chest of a sitting recruitment officer. That told them what was going on as they rushed to take cover from the distance sniper.

Three quarters of a mile away from the recruitment center, inside a normal looking apartment building a man looked down the barrel of a Tau'ri sniper rifle. He had watched the head of the commander explode when his bullet had gone through his head, then he moved to take down one of the recruiter for a good measure. With that done the Irish Army Ranger sniper folded his rifle back into a briefcase before headed out the door. Making sure that he left no sign that he had even broken into the apartment.

With that done, he moved down to the Colonial version of the subway and thanks to rush hour traffic he blended into the mass of humanity which was heading down into the heart of the city. There were TVs built into the train cars which showed the news. Just as he expected the image of the colonial commander getting his head blown off was now playing none stop.

"Damn those Tau'ri." cursed a man not realizing that he was standing right beside a Tau'ri sniper. "They are nothing but terrorists who will not show themselves against us in a fair fight."

"Maybe this is the way they fight." stated the Irishmen

"Then they are cowards as well as terrorists." said the man "You should stand face to face with your enemies as equals."

"Did we do that when we nuked them?" asked the Irish Ranger as he remembered the flash from the Colonial nuke on Valhalla.

"I don't believe a word those people say and neither should you." answered the man

The Irishmen waited until he reached the proper stop before getting out. When he left he moved a few blocks and entered the Colonial version of a Starbucks Coffee. The Irish Ranger moved past the line of Colonial Civilians getting coffee toward a table where four men sat in a booth. Four of them where busy typing on their computers whiles the other was faking reading a book but really was guarding the three Tau'ri hackers.

"I see your work is done." greeted the guard, another Irish Army Ranger as he looked toward the TVs which were showing the effects of the other ranger work.

"Well that is what they pay me for? I wanted to take another shot but I had no clean targets," answered the ranger as he looked toward the three hackers, one was American, another was South Korean and the last one was Chinese's. If the Gua'uld who had taken the ancestors of the colonials had not taken humans from all across the world those three would have stood out, but the false god had not so they just looked like any normal colonial working on their computer. "What sort of damage are those three up too?"

"No offense, but we are doing a lot more damage than you can with your little toy." said the South Korean woman hacker. "I personally just diverted the waste water in the city's water perfection system."

"And what will that do?" asked the Ranger

"In about an hour all the taps and water pipes will be full of raw sewerage." answered the Chinese Hacker "That will cause a lot of issues, providing clean water for a city of this size will take a lot of resources. I have done something equally as damaging but in a more roundabout way."

"Oh what is that?" asked the American with a smirk as the two army rangers realized that these three hackers where trying to outdo themselves.

"I just hacked into the colonial military supply orders and changed the numbers on requests forms," said the Chinese "Soon whenever a colonial unite requests a shipment of machine gun bullets they will instead get a shipment of soap."

"Very nice." said the America "I however hacked into a nearby artillery factory and changed the automated computer control, machine tools. Now one in every 7 shell that come out of that factory will have walls just thin enough that when the colonials try to fire the shell it will explode in the barrel."

"I don't really know what to say to that," answered a Ranger as he checked his watch. "Come on let's get to the train yard, we want to get out of the city and to our next target area."

The high mountains of Sagittaron were the tallest in the colonies and as far as the colonials knew they were the tallest on any habitual world. While this was for the most part true, these mountains would not even break the top fifteen on Earth, however they did have their Earth counterpart beat badly when it came to the size of the ranges themselves. The mountain range which the Nepal and Indian Gurkhas found them working in was almost the size as the Indian subcontinent and had was almost as populous.

The people were stuck building cities in small cramp valleys, those cities were overflowing with people making some of them no better then slums by the standards of the Tau'ri. In-between the mountain ranges where small flat planes but if possible they were more crowed then the cities which sat in the narrow valleys.

"Damn and I thought the slums in New Delhi was crowed." reported a Gurkha as he looked down from the mountain top at the city below. From his view, it was as if everyone down there were nothing more than ants.

"Pay attention, the convoy should be heading up the mountain," answered Major Labh as he looked down at the mountain road, which snaked its way up the side of the mountain. It was just wide enough for two cars to move side by side, if someone moved a little too far one way they would rub against the side of the mountain, the other way meant a long fall down.

The Gurkhas moved into position, they had picked their location with care. It was a rare spot where the ground was not as steep but it was still covered with large rocks giving them hiding spots. The road infront of them also stood out it was one of the few spots with a small observing area where people could pull their cars in and check out the view.

"Convoy just passed checkpoint 2." Said a voice over the radio as one of the men near the road tossed out a spike strip, the leading vehicle which looked as if it was a clone of a Humvee rolled over the spikes and instantly the tires blew. The first of the twin buses behind the Humvee also ran over the spike stripe blowing out its tires. The second bus crashed into the back of the first. The trailing Humvee stopped itself in time but before the confused colonials could figure out what was happening a Gurkha ran up to the vehicle and tossed a live gardened through the open window. When it blew, it took all four men with it.

Hearing the explosion caused the Colonials in the first Humvee to turn their heads toward the source of the blast. That made it even easier as they were not looking toward the rocks where the main Gurkha force was hiding, with a quick burst from a light machine gun ended the four colonials in that Humvee.

With the majority of the protection, force destroyed the Gurkhas turned their attention toward the two large buses, they almost looked like school buses only they where painted black. The drive and the single guard inside each bus gave up without a fight allowing the Gurkhas in. What they found as a bunch of scared and frightened women and children on one bus and an almost equal amount of scared men on the other.

"It's alright." reassured Major Labh as they busted down the metal mesh door which separated the bulk of the bus from where the guard and driver where. "We are Tau'ri, we came to help you."

That seemed to get to the scared colonials, as they calmed down a little but still looked at the Tau'ri with some fear in their eyes.

"You're from Mr. Spiros church right?" asked Major Labh as one of the woman nodded.

"Yes, we are Mr. Spiros followers and the followers of the one true creator," confirmed the woman "They are taking us to a reeducation camp for our religious crimes."

"Not, anymore we have Owls waiting to take you all off world but we need to get to the extraction point," explained Major Labh as his radio suddenly came alive.

"Colonial Raptors are impound; they must have seen the smoke." reported one of his men

"We need to move now," ordered Labh as he moved down the line of his bus with his kukri knife cutting away the ropes, which hand held the religious prisons to their seats. They got out of the buss just as three Raptors came around the side of the mountain. Clearly, they did not realize that this was a Tau'ri raid and thought it was some kind of accident. It was only when they saw men and women running up the road away from the crash did they realize it was a raid of some kind.

"Halt, stop where you are!" came a voice from a load speaker on one of the Raptors, when the civilians did not stop the sound of a chain gun spinning up could be heard.

"All forces open fire!" yelled Major Labh as he and the Gurkhas opened up from their location before the chain guns on the Raptors could. The raptor pilots pulled back from the sudden fire coming from the mountain. Once they realized that they were under attack they turned their guns away from the escaping prisoners and toward the Gurkhas. The chain guns barked as they sent thousands of rounds into the firing positions of the Gurkhas, luckily the rocks provided extent cover.

"I got a lock!" yelled a Gurkha over the radio, the sight of smoke from a missile followed by an explosion as one of the Raptors went up in a fireball answered what had just happened. Still there were two Raptors and they would have called for reinforcements, the Gurkhas could not stay.

"Popping smoke!" yelled Major Labh as he and others Gurkhas tossed smoke charges between them and the Raptors. Within seconds, the hillside was covered with a thick smoke, which provided some cover for the Gurkhas as they began to guide the civilians up the rock face toward the landing area where Owls would be landing.

"We need to bring those others down!" yelled a Gurkha as the Colonial chain guns keep firing.

"They got!" yelled another only to be drowned out as two quick explosions filled the air. At first Major Labh was confused and then out of the smoke flew two Owls. They must have appeared behind the Raptors and destroyed them with their own missiles.

"Is anyone hit?" asked Major Labh

"I have two men down, one is KIA the other should be fine but needs to get off world." reported one of the squad leaders.

"Minor cuts and scrapes but that is all." reported another squad leader as the others checked in. They all reported the same, they had taken a few cuts but other than that they were combat ready.

"Alright get our dead and wounded to the Owls, they will take them back to Valhalla. Everyone else move out, we don't want to be here when the Colonials come in force." Ordered Major Labh as he watched the first Owl take off full of saved civilians.

Colonel Jack O'Neill Jr. led the Special Forces team that he had been training to work together for a while. The multinational team was assigned to this mission because the goal was so important that if something went wrong they didn't have one nation to take the blame. The mission was going so smoothly that it was causing Jack to worry. They had arrived over Sagaittron and had used ground penetrating radar to scan the old pre space flight military airbase in the mountains outside of the capital city of Tawa. Aside from a small protective detail based on the surface there was no life signs coming from within the bunker itself. It seemed that the main defense of the religious bunker was simply large blast doors.

"Alright let's find these ZPMs." ordered Jack as his team followed the tracer to a large wooden crate in the back corner of the room. With their power suits they quickly lifted up the top of the crate to show a line of boxes. Each box was different and made out a mix of hardwood, gold, silver and other rare metals.

Jack opened one of the boxes, instantly the darkness of the bunker lightened from the glow of the ZPM. Jack quickly opened the other boxes and there before the eyes of the Tau'ri forces where six ZPMs. They knew one of them was a fake but still the sight of six of the most powerful ancient power sources right before them was enough to take their breaths away. Quickly the Tau'ri began to switch the real ZPMs with fake ones they had brought.

"We need to find the other crate, look for similar markings on the side of the crate," ordered Jack as the team moved out to find the remaining six ZPMs.

"Sir, I found it." said a man as they moved to a matching crate.

Kara Thrace loved being out in space, the freedom of movement it gave and the ability to pull of moves in her viper which she couldn't do in atmosphere. Right now she hated it, because she was seeing nothing but the normal shipping lanes which was used constantly. The small asteroids which could be seen along the route were so well known that it no longer interested her.

"One last jump." reported the pilot as the Raptor prepared to jump. There was a normal winning sound which came from the FTL drive. There was a flash of light and she expected the next thing she saw to see Sagaittorn in the front window of the Raptor. Instead, she saw a black metal wall in front of her.

"What the frak!" yelled Kara as milliseconds later she realized what had happened. The Raptor had jumped into a side of ship. Things like this had happened in the past, which is why they had corridors over the worlds set aside for ships jumping in to avoid this.

"Athena, protect me." prayed Kara as the side of the ship they had jumped into exploded, shards of metal went flying at her. She raised her hands to protect herself and most of all her visor, her suit was armored and designed to survive a Viper exploding around her. When she opened her eyes again she was still alive, still strapped into the tail end of the raptor and was floating away from the ship. She expected to see a battlestar or another colonial ship. Instead she saw something impossible, a room floating in space. Before her brain could process what she was seeing a ship started to appear around the room. It was a strange cigar shaped ship with a tower rising from it. The backside of the ship was flattened out and was likely the engine.

"A Tau'ri. I jumped into the middle of a fraken Tau'ri ship." exclaimed Kara

Alarms where blaring onboard the Akula as Captain Ramius and the other officers and men onboard wondered what the hell had just happened. One moment everything was fine, then the ship rocked from an explosion.

"What happened?" asked Captain Ramius

"No idea, sir." yelled a man over the alarms blared. "Sir, we have a gap in the haul, in sections 21 and 22. Shields are holding the air in and emergency hatches are closed."

"Sections 21 and 22 are crew quarters, there isn't anything there which could cause an expolotion." Said the XO

"Not sure sir, but we have a bigger problem." answered the officer "We are visable, over a colonial world and with this gap in us we can't cloak, and our shield is tied to the cloak."

"So we are siting over a colonial world with a hole in us, no cloak and no shield. With no shield going into hyperspace radiation would kill us all. We have a team on the ground as well." grumbled the XO "How long until the Colonials are here?"

"Sensors are down on one side, attempting to reroute power around damaged area but either way it will not be long." reported the officer

"Send an SOS to the Brittiania and the other ships, we need them here now." ordered the XO

"Already done, sir. They are at least 10 minutes out." answered the radio operator.

"XO, I need you at your launch station," ordered Captain Ramius in a calm voice which seamed to be loader then the alarms. "We are going to arm the mark XIIIs"

"Yes, sir." confirmed the XO with a gulp, the XIII where the largest nukes that where onboard the ship. They were more destructive than the mark IXs which would be loading into missile tubes.

"All hands to combat stations, arm all weapons and prepare to defend ourselves." ordered Captain Ramius as the XO moved to his combat station beside the Captain. Both of them pulled keys from chains around their necks, they put them into key holes and turned.

"Did you know, that Akula means Shark." Inquired Ramius in a calm voice, before the XO could answer he went on. "Either way, the Colonials will soon learn what we can do."

Well I hope you liked this chapter, I would like to make something clear this chapter and the one before happened within 30 to 45 minutes in my mind. Yes, I actually had a raptor jump into the side of a cloaked ship, it is one of those twists of fate of war that just happens in any war. I will let you guys decide if that was a luckily break or not for the colonials. Now until next time please keep reading. Thanks, Wilkins75.