Battle of the Ort Cloud
Sol
New York moved slowly as it took direct hits at it's engines however the ship itself was holding off a single baseship. But not for long.
New York was slowly bowing to the inevitable. But her crew and pilots did not. Her Fighters dueling with the Raiders while New York moves dodging rocks and missiles and firing back at the same time. The only nearest ship nearby was the UNSC Cruiser Columbia also on patrol, it too was under attack. And it now races to save the New York.
New York
"Damage control on engine 2!" Shouted Jacobs
Another shudder shook the bridge like an earthquake.
"Send Viper Squadrons to protect our engines as our repair teams go EVA on the engine.!" Said Ramius
But she was drowned out by other reports. she noticed as Vipers we're doing a hell lot better than there Longsword counter parts. And she was losing them FAST.
"Gaeta whats the nearest allied ship?"
"Captain, it's the... Columbia a UNSC Cruiser class!"
"Jacobs get down into the engine room and help coordinate the repairs on our FTL Drives!" Jacobs nodded and went down into the emergency ladder.
The lights we're flickering on and off followed by the occasional Klaxon's and soon shaking.
"Sir, Distress signals away, but Columbia has problems of there own!" Gaeta yelled.
Damn it! New York can't handle this much longer!
Another hit shook the bridge. This time metal supports and wires began to fall from the Ceiling. And fires began to breakout.
"Sir, Columbia just sent squadrons to help us plus... The Battlestar Galactica is on her way Captain!" Gaeta yelled once again.
"Good notify Admiral Adama of our position and tell them to launch fighters to assist us now!"
"Aye-" a large deafening roar erupted and it threw almost everyone on to the floor.
Gaeta was able to get back into his chair as he read aloud what just hit them.
"Sir, Nuclear detonation on our back the last of our defense guns are down! Cylon Raiders closing in!"
Ramius stood motionless as she watched as contacts closed in all around them.
Battlestar Galactica
10 Miles from Battle zone
Admiral Adama was trying to find out what the hell just happened. All he did was send a Battlestar out on a small recon patrol and it gets ambushed less than 5 minutes after reaching her destination. Now his old yet powerful Battlestar was on it's way to save Erika Ramius and her crew from certain destruction. He lost some crew members since there arrival on Earth and that Laura has just accepted a commission, as Vice-President on the UNSC Council. BUT back to the battle. He was now pushing every bit of Tylium into the engines so they can reach the New York. Or let it suffer the same fate as the Colonial Battlestar Columbia did in Operation Raptor Talon all those 42 Years ago.
"D, Launch all Vipers"
Dualla swiftly said
"All Vipers clear for launch."
"Col. Tigh?"
"Yes sir, on it. All weapons to full power standby enemy suppression barrage."
Adama smiled, his old friend finally got together since he found out he was a Cylon, a secret not even Laura Roslin knew. A secret that if it got out would put the military, the government, and the civilian population in an uproar. He just hoped the secret was going to stay hidden.
"We have to reach the New York, last report indicated that the last of her point defenses are down. Can we move faster?"
Col. Tigh jogged to the helm control and replied.
"Yes sir for 5 minutes but it would mean taking power away from our guns, we will be able to fire but not as efferently."
Very Well, Adama thought lets go.
"Transfer power to the engines and spin up the FTL drives for a quick escape."
Adama could feel the deck plates of the Galactica rumble as the ship shook at the sudden extra boost of power.
With Adama doing the math they should reach New York in 5 minutes, but they better hurry, The New York was not going to last much longer.
Battlestar New York
Defenses down
Ramius stood among what was left of the bridge crew which was in total disrepair and chaos. Monitors hanging by strings and suspend from the ceiling, wires and pillars dangling and litter the floor. But it was odd, the Cylons stopped firing. But what for? She couldn't't know, her ship was already going to fall apart and all of her Fighters we're either destroyed or still fighting for there lives. She hoped Jacobs go there FTL online, if they never got that up, they we're dead.
Gaeta stood up with a cut on his cheek and as gash across his temple, he panted furiously.
"Sir... I mean ma'am... Cylon boarding parties detected in service duct Nebula-N-7242C"
"Dispatch fire teams to the duct and see if they could hold it off or seal it-"
She was cut off by a disembodied voice.
"New York this Galactica Sqaudron 'Vigilantes' we are here to assist you! Columbia's is already engaging the baseship but she won't stand for long. Do you read me New York?"
Ramius took there only radio receiver left and adjusted the headset.
"'Vigilantes', this is New York we read you. We got barely any power left and we are being boarded by Cylon boarding parties, Repeat, we have minimal power and we are being boarded by Cylons."
"zzzz-copy."
"All we can do now is wait-"
"Sir"! An ensign called "We got a contact!"
"What is it?" asked Ramius
"It's... a Cryo pod but it's not from Columbia or any other signal we- Wait."
"What is it?"
"It's from the Ship it was assigned on. The UNSC Frigate Forward Un'til Dawn."
Ramius looked curiously, wasn't that the ship that carried a strike team to the Ark less than 1 year ago?
"And" The ensign continued "It is transmitting, there is one life sign and it's a- Oh my God."
"What? What is inside it?"
"There is a Spartan in it."
