Onboard the Galactica:
"Cylon basestars just appeared over the planet sir!" a technician yelled as the alarms on the bridge began to go off, their red lights illuminating the faces of the crewmen. "The fleet is warming up their FTL drives, but their not going to make it before those missiles hit!".
"Bring us around, order the Pegasus to do the same, maybe we can take some hits for the civilians." said admiral Adama.
"Alert fighters are away, preparing to engage the raiders…Oh gods!" the tech exclaimed.
"What happened!" Adama yelled over the noise of the bridge.
"Sir, a alien ship just jumped in front of the fleet, she is about to be hit by cylon fire." the man answered.
Onboard the Victory:
"Brace for impact!" yelled Cameron Mitchell from the captains chair of his ship, while realizing that this was possibly the dumbest decision that he had ever made. The enemy missiles bore down towards his ship, some were blotted out of space by the defensive rail guns, but many more were coming. The missiles impacted on the ships hybrid Asgard Ancient shielding, shaking the ship.
"Shields down to 60 percent!" the technician yelled.
"Launch fighters and return fire." Mitchell ordered, more calmly than he felt. The F-302+ fighters rocketed out of the landing bays on either side of the Victory just as the first wave of return fire erupted from the ships forward batteries. The Falcons joined the vipers from both the Galactica and the Pegasus in a wild melee with hundreds of cylon raiders, luckily, their limited shielding held up well under the enemy fire, and helped to turn the battle in their favor. The Victory was exchanging fire with one basestar while the Galactica was teaming up with the Pegasus on the other one. The Victory launched her third wave of missiles and Mitchell watched as the enemy ship disintegrated. Looking out the window to his left he saw the two friendly ships finish of the other enemy one.
"Sir, the Falcons report that all enemy fighters have been destroyed." a technician said.
"How many did we lose Lt." asked Mitchell.
"Two fighters destroyed, one of the pilots got out and is being retrieved, the other fighter took one of those missiles, there was no chance at all." the man answered solemnly. Mitchell was about to respond when the face of Admiral Adama appeared on his screen.
"I am Admiral Adama of the colonial fleet, you have our thanks for assisting us in this victory against the cylons, if I may ask, who are you?" said Adama.
"This is Capt. Cameron Mitchell of the United Earth Alliance ship Victory, believe me, the pleasure is all mine." he replied with a grin. Adama's face became significantly paler and he said,
"So the legends are true, if you would be so kind Capt. To allow myself and our president aboard so we could talk." he asked.
"Of course, let me know when you are ready." Cameron replied.
Atlantis:
General Jack O'Neill walked through the doorway of the office of Dr. Elizabeth Weir, both had been going over the reports of the space battle and its possible repercussions before Daniel asked them to immediately join him and the two colonial pilots in the conference room. The sliding doors closed behind the pair as they entered and took their seats by the head of the table. "Daniel?" Jack said impatiently.
"Yes Jack?" Daniel answered with a small smile. The two colonial pilots watched with some amusement as two of the most influential men in UEA space behaved like children, each trying to get the upper hand in their personal war of words.
"General!" Carter finally said in frustration, "Maybe you should hear what these people have to say.".
"Oh, I don't know Carter, it can't be anything we haven't heard before." Jack replied, as Starbucks face got progressively redder, no one badmouthed her and her fellow pilots.
"Maybe SIR" she replied with just a hint of sarcasm "we have something to say that could change your perception of the universe, or is something that to crazy a concept for you?". Daniel sat in the corner smiling at the two next to Teal'c, who was becoming concerned with this woman's anger problem.
"Listen lady", Jack replied "I don't know why you are so important but you are talking to a man who helped to blow up a sun, so no, crazy is not a foreign concept to anyone here in this room, so what have you done that's so special?".
"I flew light-years behind enemy lines to save a historical artifact that could lead my people to the home world of the thirteenth tribe.", she replied.
"That sounds like something Daniel would do, but it isn't enough, I have personally died countless times, saved our world countless others, lived the same day over and over again, gone back in time, been prematurely aged and toppled a way of life that had existed for millennia." Jack answered, effectively stopping all arguments and leaving the two pilots with disbelieving looks on their faces.
"No way did you do all of that." Apollo interjected before Starbuck could argue more. Jack was about to make a smart remark in return but Daniel cut him off.
"Anyway, the reason we asked you here is because of the thirteenth colony legend. The planet that they are looking for was rumored to be lost," with a nod from Apollo he continued, "the name of the thirteenth colony is Earth, and when you said who you were to the Wraith, they made the connection. Now they want the opportunity to contact their fleet, in order to save what remains of the other twelve colonies from the Cylons." at Jacks curious look Daniel explained, "Think of replicators with bullets and nukes.".
"Well that's bad" Jack replied as he digested the information that he had just been given. "I'll contact George, then we'll see about finding you fleet.". With that, he walked out of the room.
Onboard the Victory:
The force of marines on the Victory were standing in formation, at attention waiting for the delegates from the Galactica to step off from the newly landed raptor. Admiral Adama and President Roslin were the first two off, followed by Commander Tigh. The three were escorted to the briefing room, which had been converted to a conference room. "So, who were those guys we just shot the crap out of?" Mitchell asked.
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