7 Points
By Chaoseternus
Okay, i know i said i only had four more chapter to upload, but i got to writing, hope you dont mind but its 6 instead
Chapter 5: Reports and Battles.Classified Tau'ri facility, RSS St Athan.
Commander Sarah Williams dove without knocking into Admiral Thompson's office, her ever-present PDA in her hand.
"Sir, Intel just finished analysing the sensor data from the Lancer passive sensor pods" she paused, gasping for breath.
"Yes?" Thompson said, passing a glass of water over from the sink in the corner of his room, he knew Sarah wouldn't rush in like this unless it was extremely important, and wasn't saying anything about her breaches of protocol.
"Twelve world were systematically carpet bombed with nukes into oblivion, these worlds were inhabited"
"Wait" Thompson barked, his hand raised in a hold motion, "how do you know they were inhabited"
"Well, at first we only had circumstantial evidence, the number of secondary explosions that were detected, most of which read as detonating power stations, refineries, the only secondary's that would be large enough to have any hope of detecting, several of the detonations were muffled in a way that the computer said with a 78% certainty meant they were detonated in a major metropolitan city, but the clincher came with two points.
One, a second device signature was detected. Somebody was firing back. Not very often, and combined with the number of orbital detonations where stations and warships might be expected to be, we suspect the hostiles gained the element of surprise across the whole theatre of war, otherwise more return fire would be expected.
Two, we picked up fragmented transmissions in Latin from the surface of several of the planets. Only single words, and heavily distorted, but whoever just got hit, was speaking an old Earth language"
"A Goa'uld slave world?" Thompson asked, eyebrows raised.
"Unlikely, as far as we can tell, Earth is about as far as the Goa'uld ever set up a base down the spiral arm of the galaxy, and if it was they were abandoned pretty quickly, otherwise they would be unlikely to have spaceflight to the extent they appear to" Sarah paused, raising her PDA up as it bleeped its receipt of another update.
"Interesting… the second group of Lancers IS just reported back, they detected several nuclear detonations from both groups. The survivor's course makes them a Highly Probable for the refugee fleet we have been hearing about"
"How long till intercept?"
Sarah shook her head, "No way to know for certain, but they will arrive in the refuges general area within a week"
"Lets hope there is someone left who is willing to answer some very pointed questions when they get there, Dismissed Commander"
BSG75, Galactica
" Bring her about! Put the empty landing bay in the way of their fire!"
"Fire in the starboard launch bay! DC parties 2, 9 to the starboard launch bay!"
"They got Glorious Caprica! "
"The Vipers are taking heavy losses, they're screaming for support"
Adama cursed as the Battlestar shook and rumbled under the constant barrage of fire from the Cylons, at least he shouted order had got through, but they had to hold, they had to! Too many of the civilian ships had been lost already.
"That's it, the civilian ships have all jumped" Tighs voice blared over the din, and Adama nodded, they may just have a chance yet.
"Order all the fighters to begin an immediate combat landing, Tyrol will just have to rebuild the undercarriage again, and spin up the FTL drives, we're leaving"
"Yes Sir… what in the name of kobol??"
Adama spun around sharply, "Report!"
"New contact! Unidentified contact engaging the cylons, trying for an ID…" Lieutenant Gaeta trailed off, frantically trawling through his displays before giving up, shaking his head, "Contact matches no known technology base"
The command centre went dead still, the words shooting past the needs of the Galactica in combat straight to the holy shit! First Contact!
It was Tigh who kept his head, maybe jaded by too many years of alcoholism, it didn't really matter.
"Tend to your duties!" He barked, glaring around the command centre, the ship rocking heavily as another Cylon baseship entered range and fired, its volleys of cannon fire cratering the armoured hull of Galactica, "Adama, all fighters are aboard, the launch bays are retracting, and we have a baseship way too close for comfort"
Adama nodded, "As soon as the bays are retracted, make the jump" he turned, and raised his voice "Gaeta, record everything!"
"Yes sir!"
" Jump in five seconds!" Tighs voice blared over the intercom
" Frak Me!" Gaeta shouted.
Adama started to ask for a report, but his vision distorted, and they jumped.
RSS Minor Warship Cerberus
"Fuck!" Flight Lieutenant Drew Miller shouted, as the icon representing the unknown human warship vanished from his tactical display, he rubbed his hand along the fire ravaged contours of his face, the result of an 'accident' in an RAF Tempest fighter, then made a snap decision, "Break off! Rig for hyper jump" he smiled, but lets send that baseship a little present before we leave, load Naquadah tips into the gauss rifles, and send them a volley"
"Aye sir" Flying Officer Shane Cooper smiled predatorily as he readied the cut down Asgard Gauss weapons to fire, tracking in the nearest baseship.
With a soft shudder that was felt throughout the hull of the very small ship, the gauss rifle fired briefly, sending ten Naquadah tips at cylons as the MTB turned and prepared to make the jump into hyper. The rounds impacted, each one chewing a three hundred foot hole in the baseships armour, the cylon vessel reeled off, then shook as a massive secondary explosion radiated outwards from the first impact, a flash of brilliant light blazing outwards as a munitions locker detonated, the shockwave visibly moving through the hull, rippling the hull plating, collapsing bulkheads and triggering further secondary detonation in its wake. It hit another munitions locker, and a massive hull segment blew out, a further shockwave radiating through the hull, then another and another…
In blaze of brilliant white light, the fuel stores detonated, and the dying ship was shredded, fragments flung into space, damaging the other two baseships and wiping several cylon fighters from the sky.
Without fuss, without fanfare, the victorious Cerberus vanished into hyper, its first war patrol already a success.