Sequel to 7 Points
By Chaoseternus Chapter 27: Movements
Twelve grimaced as once again his fleet came under heavy attack, Secessionist fighters swarming over his ships as their support ships fired volley after volley from the extreme edges of their range.
They knew enough not to get closer then extreme range with their baseships, they had learned.
Twelve on the other hand thought this was getting annoying, the Secessionists were now using every opportunity they could find to attack him and not the Loyalists. He got the impression his apparent betrayal at Edonia might have annoyed them just a touch.
He smirked, but damn had they learned, even if they weren't sure exactly what they had learned. They knew not to get close with their capital ships, they knew they would lose more fighters then they should but thanks to the humans that they had been used to that for quite a while.
The secret was, whilst they had just replaced system, like for like, computer for computer, weapon for weapon, only adding shields to their ships as new, he had redesigned his ships.
Oh, the hull was the same of course he couldn't make any gross changes to that with the second string Colonial facility he had captured to refit his ships, its few crew treated… reasonably so long as they assisted and didn't try any tricks.
Twelve grimaced, the last one to try any tricks, the Eleven who was in charge of the facility had ordered… well lets just say, not-so-spontaneous human combustion from the stomach out and leave it at that.
He grimaced again; he had watched the video once and thrown up, repeatedly. But there was no longer any trouble at Valhalla Anchorage.
Twelve glanced at the tactical display, his internal clock telling him he had probably given the Secessionists enough time now…
He grinned; their baseships were approaching and apparently making preparations for a forced dock. Talk about dumb, you never ever trusted a ship that looked crippled from the moment you arrived.
He was sure the humans would have already figured it out by now and just nuked him into oblivion for even suggesting they would be taken in by such an old trick.
He chuckled, mentally betting that a Nine unit was in charge. They weren't exactly imaginative, even by Cylon standards. The Secessionists Two units had military training, well in most cases that was the equivalent of military training added to their programming but they would have spotted the trap or at least knew enough to be wary.
A six unit would have just blown him to pieces if they were in a bad mood, try to talk his ear of and convert him if she wasn't. Twelve rolled his eyes, or like the last one, pretend to want to switch sides, pretend to want to repent for the destruction of the colonies.
He knew several of his units were reporting back, mainly raiders but so far finding out which ones… Hell, that was why he had raiders implanted in both the Secessionist and Loyalist forces, there was so many of them finding the ones that were reporting back to somebody else was difficult, you couldn't have them followed all the time after all.
A chime sounded from the tactical display, and twelve chuckled as he quickly tapped in an execute command. But then, Nines never learned.
His ships rumbled, this time not with the impacts of hostile fire on the hull, but with every weapons battery firing simultaneously, raining fire at a lethally short range on the approaching Secessionist Baseships.
He smiled evilly as one baseship was literally torn apart, it already weakened shields torn apart as it became prey to every weapon his baseship had. The other two hostile baseships instantly forgot any thought of adding his ship to their fleet, of finding out how his ships had more weapons forced into the same hull space and just fired; throwing everything they had at him. There were two of them and just one of him after all, defeating him shouldn't be that difficult.
They thought wrong, as two more Unforgiven baseships flashed out of hyper to the edges of the battle, their weapons hot, raiders already pouring from their belly's.
Ten minutes later, it was all over bar the scavenging.
They needed parts and Intel after all.