7 Points
By Chaoseternus
Teal'c ( O'Neill Class Asgard Warship)
Thor was not in a good mood.
For a full year he had been kept away from his friends by the needs of the Asgard, the fleet rebuilding, and the preparations for the oncoming second replicator war and now when he finally arrives at his allies Ravenbright station, what does he find?
Not an ally in the mist of a major fleet build up, prepping for the oncoming war that would decide the fate of this galaxy for centuries, possibly eons to come, but an ally preparing to repel an expected Goa'uld attack from Maktenos, an ally standing by to assist a fleet of refugees, sending warships to aid others when they really needed those ships home.
That made Thor proud of his allies, they were proving themselves more and more all the time. Okay, they had their cancers, who didn't? But they were willing to deal with the problem, exorcise it like the demon it was.
But they had gained another enemy, and that he didn't like, they had enough already. But, like moths to a candle the worst scum of the universe gathered around the Tau'ri.
And the Tau'ri dealt with it.
On their own.
Well, not any more. They had an alliance, and Thor intended to see the Asgard honour it as the Tau'ri had done, to the best of their ability.
BSG-75 Galactica
Ross wearily ran her hands through her golden hair as she was led through the massive warships corridors, swiftly sharply coming down from the adrenaline high of the uneven dogfight against the Cylons.
The Tau'ri warships might have the advantage, but the Lancer's certainly didn't, they had been overwhelmed, not by the 5 to 1, 7 to 1 odds usually when fighting Udajeet, but 13 to 1 and 15 to 1 odds by craft which reacted at computer speeds.
It had been nasty.
Ross hoped the last of her squadron had managed to withdraw safely.
With a gesture from the one calling herself Cally, she arrived at what she assumed was the Command Deck for this ship, all bright lights, flat screen panels and stepped control consoles.
A dark haired man looked up at their approach, his grim, unbending eyes gazing at her through rounded spectacles, his manner commanding, defiant.
If he wasn't the CO, Liana thought to herself, then I really don't want to know how much of a command presence the boss has. She made a careful point of checking that her translator was on, hoping the matrix uploaded by Pierson was as good as advertised, it had got her this far though.
"Greetings, I am Commander Adama of the Colonial Fleet Battlestar Galactica "
"Wing Commander Ross, 633 Squadron Royal Space Service"
Adama nodded slightly to himself, she didn't identify herself as 13 th colony, interesting.
"What world do you hail from?" Adama asked, the words causing ears around the room to prick up furthur.
"Earth, also known as Terra"
"On behalf of the survivors of the twelve colonies of Kobol, I request Asylum for all the refugees, the surviving military officers and myself"
Wearily, Ross smiled, "Got a world picked out for you already, unspoilt and very green, reasonable resources.
It's not in the sol system itself but the trinary next door.
However I am obliged to tell you that we are at war, and that we maintain a large and expanding presence on Alpha Prime"
Adama grimly nodded, Earth was obviously not as much a paradise as many hoped, they would not be colonising Earth alongside the other humans, that would be hard for them to accept but they would have to, in many ways, this was better.
"What are the chances of us getting caught up in the war?" Tigh asked, his voice gruff beside her.
Sighing, Liana replied, "I'll be blunt, Earth has been repeatedly attacked, everything from stealth assaults to a fleet assault. Luckily, they have never thrown the whole whack at us or we would be a slave colony at best, a dead world most likely.
Alpha Centauri has been attacked once.
But if you do move to Secundus, then you will be obliged to help with system defence for both Alpha and Sol systems, though your ships will be upgraded and maintained off the our back
But first, I suggest we get you and your people to safety, then command will send someone qualified to discuss it with you"
"Agreed"
Del Shakka Mel
Enerina winched as another cylon warship tore apart, crippled by the EMP wave, barely able to defend themselves.
That was the last of them, now only the fighters remained and they were totally dead, just targets sitting on the end of the range.
This wasn't war, this was a massacre, akin to the old System Lords wiping out villages and towns, even planets they were displeased with.
And yet, Enerina was forced to admit to herself, this was nessecary.
She just hoped she hadn't stepped on the slippery slope the humans were so fond of.
"My Lady, we have a new… My lady! Asgard ship approaches" Enerist anxiously continued.
"Transmit Tau'ri ID codes to the Asgard vessel" Enerina ordered.
"Yes My Lady…" Enerist replied, and then sighed in relief, "They are breaking off"
"Good thing too, wouldn't want to have to face the Asgard in battle" Enerina muttered, making Enerist smile slightly, the master had been around the Tau'ri too much it seemed.
BSG-75 Galactica
"Frak me!" Tigh cursed, eyes wide as the massive shape appeared on the dradis monitors, "that thing could swallow us whole"
Ross turned swiftly to the heavily lined officer; her face lined with worry, if that was a Goa'uld mothership…
"Profile?"
Tigh glanced swiftly across, and then acknowledging he didn't have a clue, "Unknown, not cylon or colonial manufacture, doesn't look like anything of yours we've seen either"
Ross raised a swift eyebrow, "Anything like the Del or the Valour? Err… the two big pyramids"
"No, its very rounded if the sensor is reading it right, looks like it has side rudders and it is a big frakker"
The wing commanders eyes shot up even further, "sounds almost Asgard, but they haven't been seen in at least a year, probably longer.
Hmm…
If it is, then you will be getting home a lot sooner, Asgard ships are the fastest around and they are more than capable of towing anything, including ships of doubtful structural integrity"
"Friendly?" Adama asked.
"Allied, and a very old, very advanced race, our primary ship to ship weapons are based on designs given to us by the Asgard"
"Commander?" Dualla called, "No cylon contacts surviving on sensors, they've gone or been destroyed"
"Stand down from condition 1, set condition 2 throughout the fleet" Adama replied, his glasses tightly clenched in his fist.
"Sir, if I may?"
Adama nodded, correctly guessing Tyrol's question, "Go on"
"One of your smaller warships appeared to rescue one of our pilots a while ago, what happened to her?"
Ross winched, the one question she really didn't want to have to answer, "Ahh Boomer, she's alive"
Tyrol stiffened, "What's wrong?"
Ross stiffened, her mind flagging one word for her attention then running, trying to avoid having to deal with this situation, lover.
"I have some bad news sorry, you see Boomer…"
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