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Author's Note: This story takes place at the end of Battlestar Galactica's season three, at Crossroads Part II, and Voyager season 6, after "Pathfinder" but before "Virtuoso". This story is AU, and everything is left to the author's discretion.
To The Journey
Prologue
97,000 Years Ago
A race that would one day be called the Preservers, had begun transplanting humanity throughout the galaxy in an effort to preserve humanity. They had known that an even older race had seeded many planets throughout the galaxy billions of years ago in an effort to preserve their race. The Preservers had known of the seed code that the elder race had left behind in the hope that one day, the children would come together and piece together the puzzle that the elder race had left for them. The elder race had long since transcended to another plane of existence, and the Preservers themselves had evolved on one of the seeded worlds. For millions of years, they observed evolution throughout the galaxy. They watched many civilizations rise and fall. Several promising civilizations nearly made it to their technological level before falling. One was the Iconian civilization, another was the T'Kon Empire. While a few others had advanced technologically, but nearly destroyed themselves in planetary wars; with the survivors fleeing underground to escape the ravaged surface of their planets.
It was feared that the elder race's plan would not come to fruition, so it was decided that they would continue the work of their predecessors. They scouted the galaxy, particularly the worlds seeded by their predecessors in order to find one of the more promising humanoid species. A seeded planet containing a promising humanoid race was found near the edge of what would one day be called the Alpha Quadrant. The Preservers observed the evolution of humanity on Earth for several thousand years before deciding to implement a planet duplication project.
Their technology was advanced to the point that they were able to create planets and environments suitable for humanoid life. Humans would one day dub this technology Genesis. Using their technology, they duplicated several duplicate Earths in the Alpha Quadrant and one on the other side of the galaxy in the delta quadrant. At several points in Earth's history, the Preservers transplanted humanity on one of the duplicates. The Preservers watched with particular interest as one race of the elder's children made it to Earth and began living amongst one Earth's cultures while posing as gods. The Preservers decided that a more advanced humanoid race would not be allowed to continue to influence Earth's cultures so the humanoid "gods" were told that they must leave Earth alone, but they would be allowed to continue living among the humans that they would transplant in the delta quadrant. The humanoid "gods" agreed, as it was not wise to go against the edict of the elders. They followed the directions the Preservers had given them to the planet the transplanted humans would one day call Kobol.
The Preservers continued their project, and transplanted humanity several more times before completing it. Content that they had given humanity a good chance to survive, they waited and observed. On the other side of the galaxy, the humans on Kobol continued to evolve until eventually, one tribe made the trek back to earth. Two thousand more years passed, and the humanoid gods continued to live on Kobol until strife and a dying world forced humanity on the planet to leave for nearby worlds and form 12 colonies. On earth, civilization continued to evolve, sometimes haltingly, but evolve it did.
Chapter 1
USS Voyager, Delta Quadrant
"Captains log, stardate 53478.2. It's been two weeks since we made contact with Starfleet Command through the micro wormhole created by Lt Reginald Barclay. We've completed modifications to the main deflector with the data transmitted to us on the hypersubspace technology. This is experimental technology, but we're hoping that it will enable us to have regular contact with the alpha quadrant. We've begun to run low on deuterium, but Seven has begun scanning nearby space from astrometrics, for potential sources of deuterium. A Kalandra-class nebula 10 light years away holds some promise. We'll know for sure as we get closer."
As Captain Kathryn Janeway ended her log, she took a long sip of her coffee. It had been a long day, and she was tired. She walked across her ready room and sat on her couch, ready to read the latest fuel consumption reports. Harry should have an uneventful night shift, she thought.
She had just finished reading the fuel consumption reports when the door chimed.
"Come" said Janeway.
Her first officer, Commander Chakotay walked into her ready room looking disgustingly cheerful. How does he do it? "Harry's reported for the night shift duty" he said.
"Got any dinner plans?" she asked.
"Just a date with a replicator" he replied.
"Dinner in my quarters then" she said. "I also want to discuss crew morale and the deuterium shortage before tomorrow morning's staff meeting."
"I think I have another bottle of Antarian cider handy, IF you promise not to burn the roast again" he said with a smile.
She chuckled. He's never going to let me forget that she thought. Oh well. "No promises" she smiled. And with that, they walked out of the ready room.
She walked into the conference room the next morning holding her favorite coffee mug. Seeing that all the department heads were present, she had Chakotay begin the staff meeting.
"Captain, nothing unusual happened during the night shift, and we've moved into scanning range of the nebula" Harry Kim reported.
"That's why you love the night shift Harry, because nothing ever happens" quipped Paris. He loved kidding his buddy.
"Actually, I love sitting in the big chair" smiled Harry.
This elicited a chuckle from Commander Chakotay. Over the years, he'd grown used to the playful banter between the two men, unlike the doctor, who found it a constant source of irritation. "What's the status our deuterium situation, B'lanna?" asked Chakotay.
"At our present speed, we have enough deuterium to last approximately 5 weeks, 2 days. With conservation, we can stretch it out to 8 weeks max." answered B'lanna.
"We moved within detailed scanning range of the nebula two hours ago" said Seven. "Scans indicated that it is indeed rich in deuterium. The Bussard collectors should be able to collect more deuterium than we require."
"Captain" Tuvok said. "I suggest we take this opportunity to stockpile extra deuterium."
"An excellent idea Mr. Vulcan. We can use cargo bay 3", Neelix said.
"How about the possible effects of radiation on the ship and crew doctor" Janeway asked.
"Kalandra class nebulas are well known astrological phenomena. They don't normally contain unknown types of radiation, but I'll be monitoring the crew's health just to be on the safe side" said the doctor. He was relieved to be finally asked a question. During most staff meetings, medical questions were rarely asked of him, unless something was affecting the whole crew.
"Then it's settled" said Janeway. "Mr. Paris, what's our ETA at the nebula?"
"About two hours at warp 6 Captain" answered Tom.
"Then if there's no other business" she paused for someone to bring something else up, "meeting's adjourned." The meeting broke up as everyone headed for their respective departments. Janeway, Chakotay, and Paris headed toward the bridge.
Two hours later, they arrived at the nebula. As she gazed at the view screen, she noticed the nebula looked very similar to the dozens of other nebulas she'd seen over the years. Kalandra class nebulas were not as dense as some other types of nebulas. Certainly not as dense as other types, such as a Mutara class nebula. Shields should be functional and so would the sensors, albeit with a shorter range than normal.
"Report" she ordered.
"Sensors indicate there are no other vessels present in the area. However, our sensor are limited to approximately 300,000 kilometers" reported Tuvok.
"I'm detecting large quantities of deuterium approximately 20 degrees to our left" reported Seven from astrometrics.
"Acknowledged" Janeway said. And she nodded toward Chakotay.
"Take us in Tom, one half impulse. Heading 330 mark 10" ordered Chakotay.
"Aye sir. Taking us in" said Paris.
Voyager surged forward heading toward the nebula with the vast amounts of badly needed deuterium. As the ship entered the nebula, only a very slight tremor registered throughout the ship. It only took a few minutes for the ship to reach the closest pocket of deuterium.
"Status" asked Janeway.
"Shields are functional" answered Tuvok.
"Thank you Tuvok. At least if we run into any trouble, we'll be able to raise them" said Janeway.
"Short range sensors are limited to 300,000 kilometers. But that's more than enough to give us warning of any danger. Ready to engage Bussard collectors at full power" said Kim.
"Do it" ordered Janeway.
Voyager's Bussard collectors changed from a dull red to a bright red as she flew through the nebula. Designed to collect stray molecules of deuterium as ship flew at warp speed through interstellar space, the collectors easily collected the large quantities of deuterium present in the nebula.
Two days later, all of Voyager's deuterium tanks in the dorsal part of the engineering hull were at full capacity, and cargo bay 3 was full of storage containers filled with deuterium. The crew was preparing to leave the nebula and continue their journey. It's about time we had a bit of luck out here thought Janeway.
Lt Commander Tuvok was going through his normal systems checks on his tactical console when his sensor display beeped. "Captain, six unknown ships just appeared off our starboard bow approximately 276,000 kilometers away."
"On screen" Ordered Janeway
On the screen, the crew saw 5 triangular ships and one ship that looked like a floating cathedral.
"How did they get there?" asked Janeway.
"Unknown Captain. Sensors didn't detect any ships approaching. I'm not detecting any warp signatures. It's like they just suddenly appeared" answered a frustrated looking Harry Kim.
"Are they aware of us?" Chakotay asked.
"I don't know. I'm not detecting any subspace scans from them. Sensors show 5 star shaped ships and one unusual ship. I'm detecting 300 hundred human life signs on each of the star shaped ships and 2,000 human life signs on the cathedral ship. However, the humans on the cathedral ship appear to be in suspended animation" said Kim.
Humans! And in suspended animation no less. Could this be a long range exploratory mission? What were humans doing in this part of the delta quadrant? She thought.
"Captain. I've determined that the star shaped ships are warships of some type. I'm detecting numerous missile launchers and kinetic weapons turrets. Each ship is carrying over 100 fighters. I am not detecting shields, warp power or fusion power. Each ship is carrying approximately 20 thermonuclear warheads." said Tuvok.
"The alien ships have lost power Captain" said Seven.
On screen, most of the lights aboard the alien ships went dark and they started to drift.
"Open a channel" said Janeway.
"Hailing on all subspace frequencies Captain" answered Tuvok.
"This is Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation starship Voyager. Can we be of assistance?"
"No response Captain" said Tuvok.
"Captain! 28 ships just appear off our port bow, approximately 50,000 kilometers away" said Kim. He switched the view screen to show the new arrivals.
The new arrivals looked very different from previous ships. These ships appeared scorched and damaged, unlike the pristine looking ships of the first group. One large ship definitely looked like a warship, with nacelles or pods projecting from the main body. The rest of the ships followed no particular configuration, and were in all different shapes and sizes. As with the previous arrivals, the new arrivals lost power.
Janeway was confused now. What caused these alien ships to lose power? Both groups of ships don't seem to belong to the same race. She thought.
"Captain, I am detecting similar weapons on the large warship, as well as 5 nuclear weapons." Reported Tuvok.
"There's approximately 39,000 human life signs spread out among those ships" He paused, "the first group just regained power" said Kim.
"Try hailing them again"
"Still no response. The star shaped ships are now launching numerous small craft. Sensors detect kinetic weapons. Each ship has one indeterminate life sign. They are headed toward the second group" said Tuvok.
"Fighters then" observed Chakotay.
"And we're caught in the middle and the bullets are about to fly" said Paris.
"That is correct" answered Tuvok.
"Captain, the second group of ships has regained power" said an excited Kim.
"Send the same message to that group, on all subspace frequencies and languages" said Janeway.
"No response Captain. I do not believe they use subspace communications, as I cannot detect any subspace emissions at all from either group of ships. At their present speed, the fighters of the first group will reach the second group in approximately 5 minutes and 21 seconds" replied Tuvok.
So they're attacking the second group? Have we stumbled into someone else's war? But the second group doesn't look like a battle fleet, they look more like refugees thought Janeway.
A minute later, the screen showed the warship of the second group launching triangular shaped fighters.
"I am now detecting communications between the warship and its fighters. They are in the radio frequency band, not subspace. I have tied in the universal translator. One of the fighters from the second group is headed toward our position" reported Tuvok.
"Red Alert. Shields up" ordered Chakotay.
"Orders Captain?" asked Paris.
"Maintain our position. It looks like we've stumbled into someone's war. Make no move toward either side." said Janeway. Although she was acutely aware that Voyager was actually much closer to the second group of ships.
"Transmit on the same radio frequency both groups are using Mr. Tuvok. This is Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation starship Voyager. Please cease hostilities. We come in peace" said Janeway.
A few moments later, the fighters of the second group slowed to a stop, while the fighters of the second group started heading towards Voyager. The five Cylon base ships also started moving toward Voyager. The base ships started launching missiles and shells toward Voyager.
"Not very friendly, are they?" said Paris.
"Tactical analysis Mr. Tuvok" asked Chakotay.
"The missiles are powered by chemical propellants. The explosive yield of the warheads are very low, they will have no effect on our deflector shields. The shells are simple kinetic rounds. The alien ships are quite primitive. They do not pose a significant threat to Voyager" said Tuvok.
"Even so, I don't want to fight if I can avoid it" said Janeway between gritted teeth.
"But there may be no way we can avoid one" answered Chakotay.
Battlestar Galactica Combat Information Center (CIC)
As the Battlestar regained power after jumping into the Ionian nebula, the crew of the Battlestar scrambled to launch fighters. The CIC was in disarray as the bridge crew scrambled to restart various systems. Admiral Adama and President Roslin looked up at the various DRADIS displays with dread. Five Cylon base ships and a resurrection ship were more than enough to destroy the fleet. However, there was also an unknown contact that maintained its position.
"What do you make of that? Is that another Cylon base ship?" asked Tigh.
"Negative sir. The contact is much smaller than a Cylon base ship" answered Gaeta.
"Whatever it is, we have to assume it's hostile" growled Adama.
On the screen, one of Galactica's vipers headed toward the unknown contact.
"Who's in that viper?" asked Carl "Helo" Agathon.
Lee "Apollo" Adama's Viper
He felt guilty piloting his viper considering he resigned his commission. But when everyone was headed toward action stations, he felt he had a job to do. He punched the thruster pedal to full thrust and headed toward the unknown ship.
"Galactica, Apollo. I'm headed toward the unknown contact, will be in visual range in 30 seconds" said Apollo.
Galactica CIC
Adama felt a momentary sense of anger upon hearing Lee's voice, but he brushed that aside. He'd deal with that later. Right now, five cylon base ships and one unknown ship was commanding his attention. It would take another 23 minutes for the fleet to spin up their FTL drives. He currently didn't have the luxury to be mad at Lee.
"Sir! We're receiving a transmission from the unknown" reported Lt Dualla.
"On speakers" ordered Adama.
The bridge went silent as Dualla engaged the main speakers. An irritated sounding female voice started speaking "This is Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation starship Voyager. Please cease hostilities. We come in peace" the voice said.
Around the plotting table, Adama, Tigh, Roslin, and Tory stared at each other. Starship? Voyager? Federation? Was this some kind of cylon trick? He remembered a Battlestar Voyager belonging to the 7th fleet. But this couldn't be it. The ship was too alien looking.
"Federation? Could this be some kind of cylon trick?" said Roslin, voicing his thoughts.
"I've never heard of no gods damn Federation" growled Tigh. "It's gotta be some kind of trick".
"They've got five base ships against us Saul. They don't need to try and trick us. They've got us outgunned 5 to 1" replied Adama.
An excited Felix Gaeta from his console broke in "Sir! The cylon base ships and the fighters are now headed for the unknown ship! They're launching missiles and firing now!"
They looked up at the DRADIS display. Sure enough, the display showed the cylons heading towards and attacking the unknown ship. A little guilty, Adama hoped that the cylons would waste their time on the unknown ship while the fleet spun up their FTL drives. Adama didn't know anyone on that ship or what this Voyager was, but his first responsibility was to his people and he couldn't afford to help this Voyager.
"Recall our fighters! Have them form a protective umbrella around the fleet" Adama said in his usual gravelly voice.
USS Voyager
On screen, the crew watched as the delta fighters retreated and formed what appeared to be a defensive formation around their ships, with the warship in front. While the star shaped ships and its crescent shaped fighters continued to head toward Voyager.
One of the cylon raiders transmitted its logic bomb towards Voyager.
"Captain, one of the incoming fighters just transmitted a primitive computer virus which tried to access our systems. It was automatically eradicated by our computer defense systems" said Tuvok.
The lead Cylon raider signaled to its wing mates to begin launching missiles, adding to the barrage from the base ships.
"First missile impact in 10 seconds captain. Simple chemical explosive warheads." said Tuvok.
"Don't return fire just yet Mr. Tuvok" ordered Janeway.
"Acknowledged"
The first missiles hit Voyager's shields seconds later, followed by the kinetic rounds. Voyager's shields absorbed dozens of hits which multiplied as the fighters arrived and added their firepower.
"Report" ordered Janeway.
"Shields holding Captain. No appreciable drain. The shields will protect us indefinitely at this rate" said Tuvok.
"The fighters are now moving back. Sensors detect a missile with a nuclear warhead has been launched at us Captain" said Kim.
"The nuclear warhead has a 25 kiloton yield. They are classified as tactical nuclear weapons. Our shields will be able to hold with no difficulty. Nevertheless, shall I intercept that relatively slow moving missile with our phasers?" asked Tuvok.
"No, we'll absorb the hit. We'll show the first group that they're unable to harm us. Maybe they'll listen to reason then" said Janeway.
Janeway was determined to display Voyager's strength without appearing too aggressive. It wasn't their war after all that they stumbled into. She was hoping to be able to mediate some sort of settlement between the two groups. It was obvious which group was the more aggressive though. Maybe this show of strength will bring both parties to the negotiating table.
Minutes later, the nuclear warhead impacted Voyager's shields. Designed to withstand torpedo yields in the isotons, the shields effortlessly shrugged off the blast from the cylon nuke. This time, a slight tremor did register aboard Voyager.
"Shields holding" reported Tuvok.
"No damage Captain" reported Kim from Ops.
Apparently determined to destroy Voyager, each of the base ships launched a salvo of five nukes at Voyager.
"I am detecting a second wave of twenty five nuclear warheads headed toward Voyager. Our shields should be able to withstand the detonations. The combined explosive yields of those warheads are equal to approximately less than a tenth of an isoton" said Tuvok.
As the bridge crew stared at the screen, the near simultaneous detonations of twenty five nukes lit up the screen. The bridge rocked, but no one was thrown out of their seats. And more importantly, no EPS conduits blew.
"Damage report" said Janeway.
"As expected, shields are holding. The ship has sustained no damage Captain" reported Tuvok after scanning his tactical console.
Paris swiveled his chair around. "I'd love to see the faces of those people who launched those missiles at us" he said.
"Now maybe someone will feel like talking to us" said Janeway.
Galactica CIC
"I'm not sure, but some kind of electronic screen just appeared over Voyager" said Gaeta. His image of Voyager seemed to fade in and out on his display. A few seconds later, cylon missiles and kinetic rounds started hitting Voyager. "Voyager seems to be holding up under cylon missile and battery fire"
For 10 minutes the screen showed numerous missile impacts on Voyager. But Voyager's DRADIS icon didn't disappear.
A few tense seconds later.
"Radiological alert! Cylons just launched a nuke!" yelled Dualla
"Are they launching at us?" demanded Adama.
"No sir. The cylons launched a single nuke at Voyager"
Adama, Tigh, Tory, and Roslin looked at the DRADIS display as a symbol representing the Cylon nuke headed toward the contact now labeled Voyager. Voyager didn't move, but maintained its position. As the nuke reached Voyager, the DRADIS display went snowy with static as the effects of the nuclear detonation interfered with the DRADIS display. Slowly, the display cleared and Voyager was still there.
"Tough little ship" said an impressed Adama.
"Do you think we'll be able to talk to them?" asked Roslin.
"I hope so, we need all the friends we can get" answered Adama.
"Radiological alarm! This time it's massive!" said a worried Dualla.
"The DRADIS then showed that the Cylons had launched twenty five nukes at Voyager. No way a tiny ship like Voyager can survive twenty five nukes thought Adama.
"So much for talking to them. They're done for. No one can take 25 nukes and live to tell about it" said Tigh.
All Adama and the rest of the personnel in CIC could do was look on in frustration as the DRADIS showed 25 nukes headed toward Voyager. What a pity, we're way out of weapons range and can't help them he thought. And we're unable to jump for another 5 minutes. Roslin and some of the bridge crew said a prayer for the souls on Voyager. They didn't know anyone aboard that ship, but they knew that no one deserved to die by cylon nukes as their families had.
"15 seconds to impact. 10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1..impact!" reported Gaeta.
The DRADIS display and many other displays in CIC went snowy for a few minutes as the after effects of so many cylon nuclear warheads cleared. The whole CIC was quiet as they felt sorrow at the deaths of the strangers aboard the tiny ship Voyager.
Gaeta's console monitor was the first one to clear. "Voyager's still there!" he yelped in surprise.
"What? You're kidding me Mr. Gaeta!" shouted Tigh.
And sure enough, the rest of the DRADIS displays cleared in CIC. They all looked up at the DRADIS display to see that Voyager was in fact, still there. It was nothing less than astonishing to the colonials.
"How is that possible Bill?" asked Roslin. Relief shown in her eyes.
Adama himself was flabbergasted. "Not even a Mercury can take that many nukes. I don't see how a ship as small as Voyager could have survived". The wheels in his mind were already turning. He began to suspect that the electronic screen Gaeta had detected earlier had something to do with it.
Then that same female voice they had all heard earlier came over the speakers.
"Now that you're done firing at us, would you like to talk, or would you like us to return fire? Believe me, you wouldn't like it if we returned fire"
As they looked at the DRADIS, they watched as the cylon fighters returned to their ships and the cylon ships jump out one by one.
"I believe it's time we had a chat with this Captain Janeway" a very relieved Adama said.
Command Center, Base Ship 76
Five humanoid cylons clustered around the main control consoles of the massive cylon base ship, their hands submerged in the bioelectric gel that allowed them to directly interface with the base ship's hybrid and scanners. Each cylon could literally see in their minds eye the space surrounding the ship, along with tactical information overlaid from the ship's scanners. Power had just been restored after having mysteriously failed a few minutes ago.
"We're detecting the colonial fleet, along with an unknown ship" a six said.
"I see it too, the cylon formerly known as Sharon "Boomer" Valerii agreed, looking at the six. She still harbored some resentment towards that model ever since "Caprica Six" broke her neck a few months ago, allowing the traitor to escape with the Hera, the half cylon, half human child. She had considered Caprica Six to be a friend, until she betrayed the cylons.
A "Cavil" model broke in. "It's a small ship, and it looks unarmed"
"I'm launching the raiders now" said a "Doral" model.
"Remember, we don't want to destroy the Colonial fleet, just push them along the path toward Earth" said a "Simon" model.
"That's right" said a "Leoben" model. "We need to assume that with Baltar and Caprica Six on the Galactica, they know the way to Earth"
"That's only if they haven't executed the both of them" said Boomer, remembering how Cally had shot her.
"Caprica Six hasn't resurrected, so we can assume that they're alive" countered the six. Boomer shot her an acid look.
"Galactica is launching her vipers now" said Doral.
"I'm not detecting any emissions from their jump drives" said Simon, "they're probably still spinning them up"
"What about the unknown ship?" asked Boomer
"It's just sitting there" said Cavil. "It's probably an experimental scout that Adama had designed"
"Really? Now where would they get the resources to build such a ship?" said a doubtful Leoben.
"Who knows? But look at its position, it's much closer to the colonials" replied Cavil.
"That doesn't mean it's colonial" countered Boomer. "I've never seen such a design. It looks far too alien to be colonial."
"Nevertheless, they must be allied with the colonials" argued Cavil.
As they continued to watch events unfold, they received the transmission from the alien ship.
"Voyager?" asked Boomer aloud. "I remember there being a Battlestar Voyager in the Colonial 7th fleet"
"That settles it. It's a colonial ship. We need to attack it" said Cavil.
"I only said that there was a Battlestar Voyager, that's obviously not a Colonial Battlestar" said an exasperated Boomer. "Besides, the captain of that ship said it was a starship of some "Federation"".
"Should we reply to their message?" asked the Six.
"It might be some kind of colonial trick. There's one way we can determine its intentions" said Doral.
"Yes, have the raiders engage Voyager. And have all base ships launch standard missiles and fire their rail guns. Then we'll see what side they're on" said Cavil. "Are we agreed?"
Both the six, Boomer, and the Leoben looked reluctant, but in the end, they agreed. Although Boomer felt a sense of foreboding. This is stupid. We're making a mistake she thought. They just might be aliens, and they'll end up thinking that we're the war mongers. There were times when she couldn't believe how idiotic some Cylons were
As Boomer was thinking, her base ship's scanners detected some sort of electronic field appearing around Voyager, partially obscuring it from their scanners. This puzzled the five cylons.
"Is it some type of stealth screen?" asked Leoben.
"Have one of the raiders transmit the logic bomb" said Doral. "We'll see how it reacts"
As they watched, the electronic screen stayed up.
"It doesn't look like the virus is having any effect" reported the six.
"Order the raiders to continue their conventional attack" said Cavil.
"By your command" replied Simon.
"What are the colonial Vipers doing?" asked Boomer. She imagined Apollo and Starbuck were flying in some of the Vipers, and she felt a sudden tinge of regret and homesickness. The Galactica was her home for a long time, and the pilots were once her friends. She felt rage and jealousy towards the other Sharon. It was as if the other Sharon had stolen her life and the happiness that should have been hers.
"It looks like they're pulling back into a defensive position around the civilian ships" said the six.
They watched as their raiders fired their canons and missiles. Moments later, fire from their base ships added to the maelstrom. They watched awestruck as they determined that the electronic field was some sort of shield, stopping the missiles and artillery rounds from reaching Voyager.
"Let's see how Voyager handles a nuke" said Cavil.
"Are you sure that's wise?" said a now concerned Simon.
"Look, we need to find out the capabilities of this new colonial ship. If it survives the nuke, then it's definitely a threat to us. The colonials could use it to launch a counter attack against us" said a worried Doral even as he launched the nuke.
Again, they watched as the nuclear missile headed towards Voyager. They watched as Voyager was engulfed in the explosion of the detonation. Moments later, they were horrified as Voyager appeared none the worse for wear.
Before the six and Boomer could say or do anything, a panicked Cavil said "All ships launch a five nuke salvo at Voyager!"
"I have a bad feeling about this" said Simon, echoing Boomer's earlier thoughts.
"No colonial ship can take 25 nukes and still survive" said a confident Cavil.
"I hope you're right" Boomer said darkly. "Because if you're wrong, we've just pissed off an alien race that could become a deadlier enemy than the humans could ever be" The Cavil said nothing to that.
She watched with trepidation as their missiles sped towards Voyager. As the whole area of space was lit up with the 25 nuke detonation, she silently prayed that Voyager would be destroyed. Because if it wasn't, that would mean it wasn't colonial at all and they just pushed this alien race into the arms of the colonials. Her worst fears were realized as Voyager slowly reappeared on visual and their DRADIS looking completely intact.
All five cylons looked at each other, fear growing on their faces. Then they received the angry transmission from Capt Janeway of Voyager. They all turned to Cavil.
"We need to retrieve our raiders and jump out of here" said a suddenly worried Cavil.
The others glared at him.
"You think?" Boomer said sarcastically.
"I'm ordering our raiders to return immediately. The resurrection ship is jumping to the emergency coordinates now. All other ships will jump as soon as they've recovered their raiders" said Doral.
"We've just committed a grave strategic error. These unknowns are obviously extremely powerful. We need to contact the homeworld and have a general meeting. We need ALL models to agree to our next course of action. And I mean ALL models, including you know who" said Simon.
They all agreed, even the suddenly reserved Cavil line. And with that, the cylon ships jumped out one by one, leaving the colonial fleet facing Voyager.
This is one colossal frack up thought Boomer.