Buck Rogers: Somewhere Beyond the Heavens
Part 2
"They're called Cylons and what they want is the extermination of all mankind!"
The voice was still reverberating around the Searcher's bridge as startled crewmembers stopped what they were doing to glimpse the figure now on their main viewer. Asimov composed himself as quickly as he could. He had to show strength and courage to his mostly young crew. As he cursed himself for stumbling when the voice had boomed over the loudspeakers, Lieutenant Devlin helped Asimov back to his feet, but the Admiral pushed him away. He gave Devlin a soft push back towards his station, never taking his eyes off of the silver haired human male dominating his view screen. As Devlin resumed his station, he coyly flipped the Starfighter Unicom to activate. He knew his buddy Buck would want to hear this exchange.
The stranger appeared to be a human male approximately 65 years old, Asimov would guess. He wore a midnight blue uniform of some kind with a large, silver, medallion just below the neckline. A decorated admiral of the Earth Federation himself, Asimov also noted several smaller pins around the collar, which he assumed were symbols of rank. This man was a leader, but for whom?
"To whom am I speaking? How did you get this frequency?" demanded the Admiral.
"I am Adama. I am the Commander of the Battlestar Galactica, flagship of the planet Caprica", the man said with authority.
The bridge crew of Searcher reacted as one, whispering with their fellow officers in a clear state of both elation and confusion.
"Caprica?" came Asimov's belated response. "I will ask you again. How did you get this frequency and what do you know of this alien force approaching?"
"There's no time for that", Adama replied gruffly. "If you want to live, you must trust me. The Cylons that are now advancing on your position are members of a race of beings that have but one goal---the extermination of all human life!"
A hush fell over the Searcher Bridge. Asimov sat in his command chair, trying to assimilate all of this incredible information.
"Sir", said Devlin. "Contact with alien forces in 2 minutes."
"Commander Adama", said Asimov, first clearing his throat. "Why would these Cylons bother with us? We have not provoked them."
"That is irrelevant. You are human, so they will attack you. This particular attack force has been shadowing us for several days now", said Adama.
"Admiral, this is Colonel Deering", came a voice over the Unicom system. "We are 60 seconds from intercept."
"Yes, Colonel. Report", said Asimov, still locked in a staring contest with the stranger, Adama.
"Admiral, this is Rogers", came Buck's familiar voice of bravado. "I suggest you get the Searcher out of here. These beings, whoever they are, have just pulled out four more squadrons!"
"We're outnumbered 10 to 1!" exclaimed Lieutenant Devlin.
"My god", said Asimov in barely a whisper.
"Turn your ship around 60 degrees and I will rendezvous with you", Adama now pleaded.
The Admiral paused a moment.
"Trust me my friend", said Adama. "We have been at war with the Cylons for over a thousand yahrens. You need us. We need each other."
"Yahrens?" quipped Devlin.
"It seems as if we are caught between a rock and a hard place", said Asimov to his crew.
Doctor Goodfellow entered the bridge in such haste, that it took him several moments to focus on the large image of Adama shimmering on the main viewer.
"My word. What's going on?" gasped the elder.
"It seems as if we are caught in a cross fire between two ancient enemy's in some intergalactic war", Devlin replied.
"Oh, dear."
"Devlin!" interrupted Asimov. "Make a course for that convoy of ships---for the Galactica!"
"Yes, sir!" replied the Searchers' helmsman.
"You've done the right thing---"
"Asimov. Admiral Asimov."
"Admirl Asimov, the Galactica's squadrons' will be there to support your pilots in a matter of microns", said Adama before his image left the view screen.
"Micron?" Wilma whispered.
"What's a micron?" asked Hawk as he peered out of his War Hawk fighter towards Buck's ship.
"I hope it's less than a second or we may never find out the answer" deadpanned Buck.
"Here they come!" cried Wilma.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Part 2
"They're called Cylons and what they want is the extermination of all mankind!"
The voice was still reverberating around the Searcher's bridge as startled crewmembers stopped what they were doing to glimpse the figure now on their main viewer. Asimov composed himself as quickly as he could. He had to show strength and courage to his mostly young crew. As he cursed himself for stumbling when the voice had boomed over the loudspeakers, Lieutenant Devlin helped Asimov back to his feet, but the Admiral pushed him away. He gave Devlin a soft push back towards his station, never taking his eyes off of the silver haired human male dominating his view screen. As Devlin resumed his station, he coyly flipped the Starfighter Unicom to activate. He knew his buddy Buck would want to hear this exchange.
The stranger appeared to be a human male approximately 65 years old, Asimov would guess. He wore a midnight blue uniform of some kind with a large, silver, medallion just below the neckline. A decorated admiral of the Earth Federation himself, Asimov also noted several smaller pins around the collar, which he assumed were symbols of rank. This man was a leader, but for whom?
"To whom am I speaking? How did you get this frequency?" demanded the Admiral.
"I am Adama. I am the Commander of the Battlestar Galactica, flagship of the planet Caprica", the man said with authority.
The bridge crew of Searcher reacted as one, whispering with their fellow officers in a clear state of both elation and confusion.
"Caprica?" came Asimov's belated response. "I will ask you again. How did you get this frequency and what do you know of this alien force approaching?"
"There's no time for that", Adama replied gruffly. "If you want to live, you must trust me. The Cylons that are now advancing on your position are members of a race of beings that have but one goal---the extermination of all human life!"
A hush fell over the Searcher Bridge. Asimov sat in his command chair, trying to assimilate all of this incredible information.
"Sir", said Devlin. "Contact with alien forces in 2 minutes."
"Commander Adama", said Asimov, first clearing his throat. "Why would these Cylons bother with us? We have not provoked them."
"That is irrelevant. You are human, so they will attack you. This particular attack force has been shadowing us for several days now", said Adama.
"Admiral, this is Colonel Deering", came a voice over the Unicom system. "We are 60 seconds from intercept."
"Yes, Colonel. Report", said Asimov, still locked in a staring contest with the stranger, Adama.
"Admiral, this is Rogers", came Buck's familiar voice of bravado. "I suggest you get the Searcher out of here. These beings, whoever they are, have just pulled out four more squadrons!"
"We're outnumbered 10 to 1!" exclaimed Lieutenant Devlin.
"My god", said Asimov in barely a whisper.
"Turn your ship around 60 degrees and I will rendezvous with you", Adama now pleaded.
The Admiral paused a moment.
"Trust me my friend", said Adama. "We have been at war with the Cylons for over a thousand yahrens. You need us. We need each other."
"Yahrens?" quipped Devlin.
"It seems as if we are caught between a rock and a hard place", said Asimov to his crew.
Doctor Goodfellow entered the bridge in such haste, that it took him several moments to focus on the large image of Adama shimmering on the main viewer.
"My word. What's going on?" gasped the elder.
"It seems as if we are caught in a cross fire between two ancient enemy's in some intergalactic war", Devlin replied.
"Oh, dear."
"Devlin!" interrupted Asimov. "Make a course for that convoy of ships---for the Galactica!"
"Yes, sir!" replied the Searchers' helmsman.
"You've done the right thing---"
"Asimov. Admiral Asimov."
"Admirl Asimov, the Galactica's squadrons' will be there to support your pilots in a matter of microns", said Adama before his image left the view screen.
"Micron?" Wilma whispered.
"What's a micron?" asked Hawk as he peered out of his War Hawk fighter towards Buck's ship.
"I hope it's less than a second or we may never find out the answer" deadpanned Buck.
"Here they come!" cried Wilma.
TO BE CONTINUED!
