7 Points
By Chaoseternus
It was a subdued Cerberus that left Del Shakka Mel, and their stores Teltac Esso to return to the search. Enerina and Boomer were both out, Enerina having driven herself to the point of collapse trying to save Boomer, her host was currently in charge of the body, and to call her 'shy' was to call Holy War a mild border dispute.
They didn't know if Enerina had been successful either, the only person who could really tell if the Cylon had been disabled was Enerina. Boomer herself was no longer sedated, but she was comatose, the strain of the battle for her mind being too much for her psyche to handle.
That Boomer was out, and the cylon had shown no signs of taking over was an encouraging sign, but not by any means a definite one.
And they still had no clue where the refugee fleet was, still Blastboat had come into contact with the Cylon's and had destroyed a mothership before things got… interesting.
The Cylon's had attempted to hack into Blastboats computers, sending master alarms screeching across the Systems boards. The hack had been spectacularly unsuccessful, Harris grinning as he mentioned he had had a 'hacker' friend of his create the Firewalls for the MTB's in exchange for immunity from prosecution for past 'hacks'.
The Firewalls held, the raider didn't, having suddenly found itself unable to move as it was 'spiked' by the firewall. An unmoving target in the middle of a battle? Enough said really, the raider didn't survive.
So now they knew the Cylon's could hack, and that for the moment they were safe from hacking, at least until the cylon's adapted.
Drew's mouth quirked upwards as a thought hit him, an Independence Day style hack of the cylons, maybe a baseship? Nahh, too clichéd, it would never work. Would it? Besides, they didn't bring a hacker with them.
BSG-75, Galactica
Adama sighed gratefully as once again, the report from the Viper patrols came back clearly, no contact with cylons, and no indication of cylon activity.
That was good news, once again the vast majority of the Vipers were unavailable, Tyrol's crews frantically rebuilding the undercarriages after the last combat landing, though at least their numbers were being bolstered at last, five Mark II's had just been ferried across from the foundry ship and were undergoing checks and tests under the watchful eyes of Kara and Tyrol.
Hell's Runner was awaiting repair too, having gotten too close to an outgoing nuke and getting caught in the backwash of its detonation against a cylon baseship. Being thrown into a raider was, according to Captain Cassiopeia, not fun.
Though certainly intimidating to the AI's of the other raiders, they kept Hell's Runner at arms length after that. Adama chuckled; he rather suspected he would want to keep Hell's Runner at arms length after that, too.
On the down side, he sobered up, no sign of the Earth Humans. No bases, no transmissions, no signs of any civilisation, only those maddening kobolian circles which gave no hint as to their purpose, or origin. Every habitable world they passed had one, and not one, not one had the dialling device he had found a one-line reference too in the original Book's Of Kobol.
That suggested that the dialling devices had been deliberately removed, or destroyed but why? Or How?
It was maddening; all he kept on getting was more and more questions and fewer answers.
And the Earth warships had rumours flying across the fleet, they were shielded, which Baltar had stated categorically was impossible, of course that had been before they locked him up for treason and collusion. They had matter transport technology, well… there was some evidence of that, but not enough to state for definite that they did possess that ability. They had nuclear weapons the size of railgun rounds. That was ridiculous, they would have picked up some indications of radiological alarms from the minor warship and yet, and yet the baseship had been destroyed utterly by a railgun type weapon.
Which leaked nothing that registered on a radiological sensor.
That meant they were using something new, something unknown to the colonials. Which was both a good thing and a worrying thing, it suggested, combined with the images of the strangely primitive yet advanced warship they had seen, that the Earth Humans were very different.
There was also the suggestion of Lee that the tech on the ship didn't all appear to come from the same source, now that was extremely worrying.
That suggested either they didn't care where they got technology from, or that they had a desperate need for technology, for an 'edge', either way it meant enemies, powerful ones. They could be running into worse danger than what they were leaving behind, but they didn't really have much choice.
Or, Adama cursed as the thought hit him, they could be bringing trouble to an already beleaguered, war torn people. The fact that they appeared to be searching for the Refugees seemed to discredit that, but they could have been looking for the 'mighty' colonial fleet for assistance, not knowing of its destruction.
But, Adama concluded, in reality they didn't know what was going on, and they really didn't have a choice, they had to press forward, back meant certain destruction, and he wasn't ready to give up, not whilst he still had people who looked to him for guidance.