The Battlestar made a solemn promise as it lay on the ocean floor.
I shall return.
When you need me most.
A Battlestar is immortal.
And it shall.
Forever.
To-day, it slowly rose from the ocean floor, to fulfill its solemn promise, to fulfill its destiny.
To preserve, protect, and defend humanity.
No matter the cost.
Galactica log: Day 0
Performing self check...
Main batteries: online
AA Batteries: online
Viper launch tubes: online
DRADIS sensors: online
Landing bays: online
Engine 1: online
Engine 2: online
Engine 3: online
Engine 4: online
FTL drive: online
Vipers 500/500
Raptors 250/250
Self check complete
Broadcasting status...
Broadcasting status...
Broadcasting status...
WARNING: UNKNOWN CONTACTS DETECTED
The figure rose onto the surface, its engines gleaming brightly as its nameplate caught the moonlight in a spectacular dazzle, the name that had been displayed so proudly, now gleamed as never before.
GALACTICA.
The figure's arrival was not unnoticed.
It picked itself up, and using the water as a mirror, looked on itself.
The reflection revealed a young woman of seventeen at the very most.
She wore an purple uniform.
An admiral's hat was on her head, the name displayed proudly for all to see:
GALACTICA
In gold.
It was thinking about what direction to go when a set of solid beam cannons and tracers raced past her.
"What the hell—"
She had not time to dodge, for a next volley barely missed her.
"Hey!"
Again another volley.
"I'll take you as hostile."
Galactica immediately set her guns into attack positions, time being too short to deploy her flight pods.
Dozens of railgun slugs slammed into the enemy fleet, rapidly blasting through their shields.
Two enemy cruisers were lost to the mayhem.
Her DRADIS screen told her that three unidentifiable contacts were closing in.
She had no time for a second thought about it, for a fresh volley of solid beams grazed her shoulder. And god, they really hurt. And now whatever foes they were, now they started launching missiles for God's sake. But her AA battery was ready. Gunning hundreds of flak, they all but mowed down the missiles. None made it past the impenetrable flak screen.
But then, a solid beam hit her in the right leg, causing her to lose her balance and fall.
Kongo, Fubuki, and Akagi were on a routine night patrol.
"Ah, for God's sake!" Said Kongo.
"Why?" Asked Akagi.
"'Cause it's so boring! I hate it!"
"Well, I like it."
"Why?"
"Because its so relaxing!
Just a way to unload after a tough day, you know..."
Kongo groaned.
When she was cut off.
"Hey...You see it?"
"What, Fubuki?"
"That."
Akagi looked after Fubuki.
And she saw it.
"Hey...Lights."
"What?"
"Lights. Blinking."
Kongo then suddenly heard a sound that sent chills down her spine.
The sound of flak rounds exploding.
"Maybe you should launch a scout plane."
"Good idea, Fubuki."
Akagi removed from her quiver an arrow and latching it onto her longbow. The arrow turned into the familiar sight of the scout, as it sped off.
"See anything, Akagi?"
"Umm... scout's returning info... somebody fighting singlehanded... What?"
The scout plane, flying over the scene, was struck by AA. And shot down.
"What do you mean by "singlehanded"?"
Asked Kongo.
"Someone's outta there. Gotta go."
As they approached, they saw the sky filled with flak. And a lone ship, fighting by herself.
"Umm... who is she?"
"No idea, Fubuki."
"She's the one who shot down your scout, huh?"
"I dunno."
The figure fighting was letting loose rounds of flak and who-knows-what. Akagi could see that she was pretty battered up.
A gash can be seen over her left eye. Blood trickled down from her left shoulder.
And she took a hit to her right leg, which caused her to collapse.
"Quick, Kongo! Guns on target, now!"
Kongo instantly knew what to do, raising her four double-barrel 360mm turrets, aiming them, and opening fire. The shots slammed the last Fog cruiser in the bow, pretty much blasted its front out.
Fubuki raced to the injured ship-girl, and froze.
She wore a purple uniform, black tights, an admiral's hat, and a pair of dark-rimmed glasses that made her look mesmerizing.
Her long chestnut hair spread along the water's surface, and her rig had two sets of pods, which had a runway on the inside.
Which was obviously made for launching fighters.
Two double-barreled turrets were on her rig which looked like they could do serious damage.
Four engines were located on her rear, which looked like rocket engines more than the propellers she was used to.
"Uhhh... Ga...Lak...Ti...Ka..."
Fubuki tried to read the strangely worded name written on the ship girl's nameplate.
"Hey, she's alive!"
Akagi and Kongo had arrived at her spot. "Umm... Kongo, pick her up."
Kongo moved over to pick up the girl. And that was when she noticed what Fubuki had.
And that she was extremely heavy.
She got herself into a comfortable position, and set a course for home along with her two escorts.
"And now, what to do with this girl?"
"Get her home, I don't know how she's gonna last."
Harvest was strolling up and down the pier, absolutely lost in her string of thought when something broke her out of her stupor.
"Medics, now!"
Harvest spun around, to look at Akagi, with her two escorts. Kongo was cradling someone who looked a lot like her.
And she got into reality, and made a mad dash towards the med bay.
Two minutes later, she returned with a team of paramedics, and a stretcher.
As she watched the paramedics take the new one away, Akagi, with a stunned voice, spoke up.
"I've never been through all of this so suddenly."
"Never have I."
"I've never seen her."
"Galactica. But I don't know her."
"Ok, then."
Without another word, Harvest ran of towards Nagato's office.
A/N:
The number of Fog ships are gonna be in the millions, so a third ship, a Battlestar would help things a little.
Galactica is gonna be out for a while, though.
Review if you liked it.
Thanks for reading.