Sequel to 7 Points
By Chaoseternus Chapter 22: New Dawn
Boomer glanced around, only the glint in her eyes telling of her excitement and happiness as she contemplated the scene around her.
Caprica, CMTB-1, Blastboat class Patrol MTB.
And it was all hers.
Tapping swiftly at her console, she shifted the screens from the Tau'ri settings the construction crews had used, over to the preloaded Colonial settings. She smiled as the menus all seamlessly shifted to Colonial Standard languages and the arrangement all Colonial Warriors were trained to recognise and use.
This ship may be Tau'ri design, but they had made sure the Colonials would have few problems using her.
She tapped again at the controls, smiling as a communications channel opened in response to her commands. Now that was a major advantage, the ability to access any function from any of the bridge consoles. Sure, each console was optimised for a certain function, but that didn't stop them taking over if another console was out.
They couldn't do that on any of the Colonial ships, but soon they might be able too, for now however…
" Caprica, CMTB01 requests permission to launch" Boomer said, her tone formal and precise, hiding her inner excitement and joy at her command.
"Copy that CMTB01," the response was instantaneous, indicating to Boomer that the controllers had been awaiting her call; she shrugged that off as the controller continued, "you are cleared to launch, be advised your escort is in position as are the designated support vessels"
"Understood control" Boomer tapped once at the console, and then turned breathlessly to her crew, "okay people, let's take her out"
Boomer smiled, relaxing back in her seat as Caprica settled into orbit over Mars. Their chase craft, placed at their tale, as it were, had peeled off an hour ago, confident that everything was working perfectly fine with the new craft.
They had other launches to follow today; already they were escorting Picon as she took her first hesitant steps around the system, ably commanded by the newly promoted Chief Petty Officer Dualla.
Tomorrow, Virgon and Libra, then Gemon and Aries in six days time, assuming all went well. Then the Colonial Military could consider itself a fighting force again.
And as Commander of the Squadron Flagship, it was her fighting force.
Up till now, she had never truly believed she was trusted, after all she had been a Cylon and their were still cylon copies of her around but so long as she submitted herself to a reasonably regular test, just to make sure she hadn't been replaced by a copy, she was fine.
It was the other cylons who weren't. Boomer sighed, they were still in containment and even where it was known there was another personality under the cylon, it was a problem they couldn't do anything about it. Enerina had almost given her life so she could be free and she couldn't do it again.
There was no known way to help the others.
Boomer sighed; this was no time for deep broody thoughts.
"Okay people, spin up the hyper drive and set course for the Alpha Centauri system, planet Freedom" Boomer didn't have to force a smile on her face as she glanced over her crew, "we're going home"
Boomer was not surprised as she opened the hatch of the Caprica for the first time on a planets surface that Adama and Roslin were there to greet her.
For the Colonial Remnant, this was a historic occasion by any reckoning. Their first new warship since judgement, and their only Combat Effective unit had just arrived home for the first time.
A part of her still couldn't believe it was true, she had just been a rookie when judgement happened and now she had her own command? She knew war changed things, especially one as apocalyptic as this, but still it hardly seemed real.
But it was.
A thought came to her, and she turned back into the hatch, barking a command where Adama and Roslin were unlikely to hear it.
Her crew tumbled out the hatch behind her, forming up behind her as she walked to the two leaders of the colonial people, where she snapped a parade quality salute,
"Commander Adama, President Roslin, CMTB01 Caprica reporting for duty"
The looks on their faces told her she had done exactly the right thing, and she smiled her crew behind her holding their salutes.