7 Points
By Chaoseternus
Viper MKII
"Frak me!" Kara cursed as she flicked the controls of the Viper over, sending the craft spiralling out of the way as a stream of railgun rounds flashed past her.
Kara glanced around the battlefield as she contemplated the sight around her momentarily, despair etched into her face. They were losing, and losing fast.
The Cylons had arrived with four Scimitars per Viper and it showed, the Colonial Vipers had broken, Scimitars flashing past their weak defensive line to the fleet beyond whilst the Vipers desperately tried to slow them down, it wasn't working, the Scimitar's were too many, the Vipers too few.
Kara grimaced as a broken, blackened Viper drifted past her cockpit, and they were becoming fewer all the time. Her finger tapped the trigger automatically and a cylon fighter shattered, tumbling into broken fragments as her railguns stitched the craft from end to end.
A single tear ran down Kara's face as she realized she might not survive the day, Kara forced the thought to the back of her mind, if she was going to die, then she was going to take as many cylons with her as she could.
Grimly determined, Kara threw her all into the battle, railguns flashing as she sowed a crop of death.
BSG-75 Galactica
Adama grabbed onto the chart table, holding on for dear life as Tighs voice blared across the ship, "Brace for impact!"
In a flash of atomic heat, Galactica's four large cannons vanished, vaporised in a blaze of hellfire as a cylon Scimitar launched nuclear missile detonated directly above the rapidly firing weapons.
And with a sense of shock and desperation, Adama realized they no longer had any weapons capable of challenging the baseships left, they had lost.
"How long till the first ship is ready to jump?"
"Two minutes, commander" Tigh replied, slowly.
Adama grimaced, and then slowly nodded, "Where is Hells Runner?"
"Starting an attack run on the farthest baseship, they have loaded their nukes and…" Tighs voice trailed of as he watched the monitor above him, "What the frak?"
Viper MKII
Kara cursed, loudly as the Viper shuddered and shook around her, the impacts of cylon railgun rounds shredding her craft around her, her controls dying, her fuel leaking Starbuck smiled slightly as the Scimitar flashed past her damaged fighter, not stopping.
A cry of despair was wrung from Starbucks mouth as the Scimitar flipped over, its railguns quickly pointing towards her crippled, unmoving Viper and Kara began cursing as she waited for the end to come.
The Cylon fighter blew up, its fuel detonating, shredding the craft as a blue shape flashed past Kara's canopy, followed by another, a third, a fourth… a twelfth.
Kara grinned, another survivor squadron must have caught up with them, the Cylons would find this a harder thought then they expected.
A frown crossed her face, as the silhouette flashed through her mind, there was no way in Kobol those were Vipers.
BSG-75 Galactica
Adama felt a slight grin appear on his face as he glanced at Tighs monitor, which showed an expanding ball of debris and flame racing from the first Basestar, its hull torn in two, both halves spiralling away, uncontrolled and burning.
"Who killed it?" Adama asked, swiftly.
"I don't know" Tigh paused, his eyes widening further, "but I rather suspect it was that"
Above the broken basestar a lone warship appeared, studded with weapons and antennae, coming to a sharp edge at the front and with a mysterious downward rudder towards the rear, the craft was fast, charging forward towards the cylon fighters, the smaller weapons batteries spitting crimson fire with deadly accuracy, plucking cylon missiles and fighters from the sky, a strange globe of energy flashing around the craft as cylon railguns rounds impacted, being obliterated before they could reach the strange crafts hull.
"I think our friends are back, and they brought their big brother" Tigh forced out.
Adama nodded, "withdraw the Vipers and Hells Runner, and move us into screening position over the fleet, the cylons are moving to engage the new threat so we have time to regroup"
"Yes sir" Tigh nodded, barking orders about the room.
RSS06 Illustrious
"All ahead full! Helm, I want us in knife fight range of the closest cylon baseship, fast, tactical, make tubes 1 through 4 ready in all respects including opening the outer doors" Captain Edward Richardson barked as he paced the warships small, cosy bridge.
Today at last, he would get to make his late Grandfather proud, he might even be able to get out the broom the elder Richardson had attached to the periscopes of his submarine so many times during World War II, a clean sweep was something to be proud of.
" Torpedo Torpedo Torpedo, inbound thermonuclear tip, 3 o'clock high" the voice of his tactical officer, Ensign Cox roused Richardson rapidly from his momentary distraction.
"Retarget Pulse batteries, set torpedo to top priority" Richardson replied quickly, it wouldn't damage them that much but they had unshielded fighters in the area, best kill it before it detonated.
"New contacts! Two baseships just dropped right on top of Cerberus and Blastboat" Cox shouted as a warning flashed upon his screens.
"Poor baseships" Richardson privately agreed, but he glared around the room trying to find the culprit anyway.
MTB02 Cerberus
Reacting quickly, Cooper targeted the massive warship, the MTB's pulse weaponry firing before the energy corona caused by a ship leaving jump had had time to fully dissipate.
Bolt after bolt sprayed the cylon hull, vaporising weapons systems, sealing torpedo launchers and melting antennae. Cooper carefully avoided using the explosive power of the Gauss rounds or the enhanced Sparrow's. He remembered the briefing; he knew what he had to do.
A grim, victorious smile lit his face as his sensors reported back, now for the tricky part…
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