Fleet captain Jeremy Sumpter relaxed in his command chair aboard the Vengeance. It had been three weeks since the First Fleet had left the Terran System and they were now approaching the 12 colonies, now he was deciding what to do next. With only 5 ships, powerful as they may be, there was a certain risk to taking the entire fleet in at once.
"lieutenant Colver, tell the other captains I want to speak to them at once and send the calls to my office." "Yes captain" Captain Sumpter watched as he left the bridge, Sarah Colver was one of the youngest of his crew members. 20, tall with blond hair and a reasonable body she had had half the deck crew after her as soon as she stepped off the shuttle. Quite how someone could become so adept at encryption friendly and deciphering enemy codes that young was beyond him, but then most said the same when he became fleet captain at 28. the comms chirped and the screen split into 4 to reveal his fellow captains.
Captain Sophie Thomas of the Defiance was 25, of average height but with an athletic body, (she'd actually managed to include a gym on the Defiance), shoulder length dark brown hair and small rectangular glasses.
Captain Rosie Adams of the Liberator was also 25 and had attended the academy with Sophie. She was tall and stornger than most of her command staff but the most striking thing about her was her flaming ginger hair, (call it red and they'd never find your body.)
Captain Richard Hurst of the Independence was 29, tall but well built and had grown his chocolate brown hair to shoulder length. (the last person to call him a girl was still in intensive care.)
Completing the tableau was Captain Dexter Smith of the Freedom at 54 he was the oldest of the 5 but that didn't bother him. Looking like an older version of Alfred Bester he did not have the initiative or tactical ability of the others but his ship Agrippa was one of the 3 to survive the Battle for Earth.
"Well Jeremy, why have you called us all here" he cringed at the icy voice from captain Thomas, from the looks of things he had interrupted her in the gym, never a good thing. "I wanted to discuss the next jump…" "why, the calculations are already completed" that was from captain Hurst, as the navigators of the Independence had just finished the calculations he had taken it as a personal insult. "I meant how we are going to approach it" "simple we all go through and blast everything in the area to space dust in revenge". Captain Smith's hated of the cyons was legendary although as one of the only three military captains to survive the Battle for Earth that was understandable. "We cant just go in there with all guns blazing. Our Warlocks are more than a mach for any of the old Cylon Baseships but if they upgraded them with wreckage from the graveyard then we could have a much tougher fight." "If that's true we just have to tell captain aAdams that the Cylons said her hair was red" "I heard that Sophie" "I'm dead" "look I am the Fleet Captain" "great he's pulling rank" "the Vengeance and the Freedom will jump in, do a quick scan, take out any opposition and jump out again. If we need assistance Dexter or I will call you in or jump back to your position." "Alright Jeremy. Sophie, Rosie and I will work out a good guard formation while you check out the old colonies" "we are almost to the jump point, I suggest we get ready for the Jump". A red light travelled the length of the Vengeance and the Freedom and they were gone.
The six Cylon Baseships on patrol no. 23464677 were in a U formation and had not discovered anything unusual. If the Cylons were capable of feeling boredom they would have since the last ship they got to destroy was a Minbari Sharlin on patrol 29673. Suddenly 2 heavily modified Warlock class destroyers appeared right in the middle of the formation. Human and Cylon had only one thought. FRACK
