Sequel to 7 Points
By Chaoseternus
Chapter 19: The Battle Of Edonia Nebula II
Eleven smirked, as once again Anubis was caught flat-footed once more, his fleet diving down through Anubis's formation, destroying several ships as they passed through, typical, just like most species the Goa'uld were fixated with two-dimensional battles, it was of no concern when your enemy also tended to operate on those planes but find someone willing to use all three dimensions and it was a massacre.
Three more Ha'taks killed and he had yet to take any losses, this was perfect. All he needed to do was to keep encouraging losses amonsgt the Seecesionists, Loyalists and Goa'uld whilst protecting his forces and those of the Tau'ri…
It was a tall order, eleven had to admit, but he would find a way.
He looked up startled as a Ha'tak dived out of the nebula, disintegrating as it flew through space, followed rapidly by the Tau'ri support craft diving into the nebula. So, the Tau'ri now considered Edonia theirs. Anubis would not be happy with that, not at all.
He was right; Anubis instantly and rashly charged his forces forward, obviously planning to crush the secessionist forces in a hurry, link up with the Loyalists and retake Edonia.
A delighted eleven watched as the Loyalists moved the best ships, the captured motherships to the front of the line where their exceptional shields and armour would take the brunt of the attack, whilst their baseships flanked the attacking Goa'uld forces, their weapons concentrating on one ship at a time, rapidly destroying vessel after vessel.
His attack blunted by a move which was basic strategy, Anubis tried to retreat and regroup and Eleven grinned evilly as he watched the move, then he gave his orders, placing his fleet behind Anubis, blocking his line of retreat for a few short minutes until his own vessels became threatened, then eleven broke his fleet off.
In a battle, A few short minutes were often critical and Eleven proved that once more as their retreat delayed by his move, the bulk of Anubis's ships were shredded before escaping.
Eleven's smile grew even wider as Anubis retreated, escaping into hyper, leaving the Nebula to the Tau'ri, followed rapidly by the escape of the few surviving loyalists back to their own territory.
Eleven ordered his fleet to stand-off range of the nebula, and ordered repairs. The secessionists were still around; they would have to be dealt with, but not yet.
The Secessionists were also repairing their ships, rigging for another assault but they had no intention of attacking the Tau'ri fleet, no, they knew the Tau'ri fleet was here and that meant Earth and her colonies were relatively undefended.
They planned to attack.
They didn't know the Number Six unit planted in Baltar's mind had turned traitor, spilling all she knew in exchange for safety. They didn't know that the information she had provided had given the Tau'ri the ability to break the bulk of the Cylon codes, indeed, to figure out the base principle behind many of the cylon codes.
They didn't know that the Tau'ri knew exactly what they were planning, and were not impressed.
Four hours after Anubis had fled, the Tau'ri fleet charged out of the Nebula, brutally and vengefully attacking the secessionist forces, their minds filled with visions of the fate of the colonies and what the secessionists had planned for their homes.
Shaken, the secessionists tried to escape to hyper but once again, number eleven made his presence known, placing his forces directly in the secessionist line of retreat.
To the secessionists, this was a double blow. Elevens moves in the battle so far had helped them greatly, analysis had suggested he wanted to be allied and so such a move was totally unexpected, bringing chaos into the secessionist cylon ranks.
The fact that the secessionists were now the ones stuck between the rock and the hard place was almost incidental.
Their numbers greatly reduced, the secessionists were eventually able to retreat to cylon space, their forces too battered to continue their planned move on Earth, behind them the Unforgiven, knowing the Tau'ri had no reason to trust them and billions of reasons not to, retreated, keeping the nebula at the very edge of their sensors range.
Several hours later, his ships as fully repaired as they could manage, so far away from a repair base, Eleven ordered his fleet home. The Goa'uld had come again, but they had left for Anubis's space without attack.
For now, it seemed they conceded the Nebula to the Tau'ri.
His work here was done.
On Ravenbright station, the Tau'ri facility within the Alpha Centauri system, Commander Adama walked slowly away from the massive bulk of Galactica, where it lay in one of the stations massive drydocks, its side carved open as in surprisingly rapid speed, all the damage of their escape from the colonies was repaired and made good, all their old weapons were torn out, making way for Tau'ri Gauss Rifles, Tau'ri Pulse Lasers, Tau'ri Medical equipment…
Adama grimaced, Tau'ri this, Tau'ri that. Frak, he hated seeing the valiant lady butchered so, but he knew it was necessary. They needed the Tau'ri to be safe, needed their support, their technology, their supplies and unfortunately, the Tau'ri needed their ships, needed them ready to face the much stronger threats of the Goa'uld, Aschen and the upgraded Cylons.
Adama made no special note when a group of individuals in the white frocks that seemed predominant amongst the Tau'ri scientists charged past him.
His eyebrows rose however when a third group charged past him, followed rapidly by a group Adama knew were RSS Intelligence.
Something was up.
The next time a group went past, this time communications staff, Adama reached out, stopping the youngest in his tracks, "Is there are reason everyone is running about when running is strictly forbidden on this station?"
"Codes… deployments… the works!"
The young man was able to gasp out, but he words made no sense to Adama, and he said so. The answer shocked him.
"The courier just arrived from Edonia, Maktenos was there but the broke off, heading into Anubis's territory without attacking before he left there was a transmission from his Command ship, we got his codes, his deployments, his bloody territory map, the works!"
At those words, a flashback filled his mind, a report on how the Colonies had been destroyed…
"…from what six told us, the Cylons used Baltars access to get everything they needed, fleet deployments, codes and comm. protocols, hell even your territory map…"
Adama shock the image off, a shiver running through his body.
He needed to check this out, personally.