Raid on the Twelve Colonies Chapter 3, a battlestar galactica: 2003 fanfic

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Friday, October 15, 2643 (Military Calendar)

D.S.S. Challenger Sovereign-class

Orbit of Caprica, Cyrannus Star System (Caprica)

Twelve enormous Battlestar's and a single pathetic Gunstar orbited the pride of the Colonial Twelve Colonies. Caprica was shrouded in both legend and truth, in hate and love. It was a world that all the Colonies looked up to, and the world that the Colonies spat at. It was a world that was as famous as it was infamous, home of so much tragedy and loss, of both life and its illusion.

Caprica: Rumored landing place of the first humans.

Caprica: First Colony to re-discover FTL-Travel

Caprica: Home of the Colonial's most prestigious Military Academies

Caprica: Where the first Cylons had been created.

Caprica: Pride of the Colonies.

Caprica: The Capital of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol

Caprica: Most populous and wealthy Colony

Caprica: Perfect and lush.

Caprica: Site of the First Cylon War.

Caprica: Creator of the First Battlestar.

Caprica…

Caprica….

Caprica…. Was on flames.

Two Battlestars exploded as the Challenger led three Battlecruisers into the orbit of the world, blasting them with plasma bolts and Railgun shells and missiles. Explosions rippled on their hulls as they quivered.

A single flash erupted from the muzzle protruding from the 'head' of the ship, and pierced a third Battlestar from prow to engine, exploding as it made contact with the Battlestar's power source. "Ten minutes before we can fire another round from the RC, Major General," a Major reported.

The man nodded.

Pieces of the thick hull burned and blew apart, shattered parts and jagged edges cutting into or grazing the thick armor of the Kobolian Battlestars. Swarms and waves of red-striped fighters glided above the oversized shells burst from the Battlestar's enormous Chain gun batteries, and straight into the faster and smaller salvo's erupting from the Railgun's on the warships.

"Jump!"

The Challenger vanished in a burst of light followed by her three escorts, and re-appeared on the other side of the planet. "Fire HAVOK's," he barked. "We have at least five minutes before they arrive. I want to be done with this world before-"

"Sir, two Kobolian ships have jumped in-Gunstar, Titan-class!"

He wracked his mind to remember the weapons and crafts a Titan-class used. There were at least thirty different types of Gunstar's, not including their Destroyers and different types of Battlestars. At least the main ones they were fighting were the Mercury series and the Prometheus class.

Ah-now he remembered.

They had an extremely large crew for a ship only a little over a kilometer long: 600 crewmembers and a single Kobolian Marine Battalion. Also… he frowned… they carried Twelve Fighters and an equal number of bomber-strikers. They were mostly used for anti-fighter defense and escorts, as patrol and warning ships. They weren't designs for full combat like Battlestars.

He laughed.

Pathetic.

Still, he mused, the Kobolian's had more ships than he or Intel has expected. That meant a few things that he could think of at any rate. One was that the fleet that had attacked the Dominion had already arrived and was supplying reinforcements which meant they would have to pull out soon. Another was that they had seriously misjudged the Kobolian's industrial capability.

The Dominion held 25 major colony worlds and sixteen moon-colonies, and half of those major worlds were fully industrialized. The Kobolian's had mere Twelve Capital worlds and a possible few lunar-colonies, but then again… they had known about FTL travel and Space Travel for a longer period of time.

Great.

"Have Titanic and Sentinel engage those ships," he said, acting as if they were (and they were,) nothing more than an annoyance. "Status of the load?"

"We have two HAVOK's and a single nuclear warhead in place."

He nodded: "Fire."

Massive explosions rippled below on the planet, mushroom clouds erupted on land and seas, in the middle of no where and on cities. Fires ranged uncontrolled as napalm bombs struck in a wide area.

A bright flash erupted in the middle of the ring of fire, a mushroom cloud Rising as the nuclear bomb erupted. From the corner of the metallic-glass window, he saw a Gunstar crumble under a sustained bombardment from two of his escorts, and the other die in the middle of space from a direct hit.

Two minutes left.

"Sir, the Kobolian forces have jumped in – eight Battlestars."

"Destroy that Gunstar and prepare for immediate engagement," he ordered as alarms blared on the bridge of the Fast Battleship, and the ship swiftly turned 90 degree's to face the eight titanic ships before him. He paused for the briefest of moments and went on. "Arm Barrette weapon system," he said, "Password: Lucifer, initiate warm-up sequence. Prepare to fire on my mark."

"Yes, sir."

The Challenger charged at the Battlestar's, the Terra following him. "Make contact with the Terra, have them fire their Beam Weapons on the lead Battlestar, that Prometheus-class," he declared.

"Yes sir."

The ship shook as a missile struck it.

"They've launched fighters, counting more than a hundred."

'Nothing more than a distraction,' he thought. "Fire, fire now!"

On the spine of the ship, two large semi-circle turrets rose out of from the armor and split apart in half, like a beetle unraveling its wings. A long barrel rose from the depths and turned 90 degree's, encased in a block. The barrel stuck out several meters and both of the barbettes aimed themselves at the nearest Battlestar.

A bright glow emanated from the muzzle as the Challenger gracefully swung below a Battlestar, far from its effective range. A dozen fighters crashed into the hull while others swerved to avoid it.

Explosions surrounded the Terra as it destroyed flocks of the red-striped fighters with missiles, warheads, and explosive shells shot out in salvos. Two needle-thin beams erupted from barbettes and smashed into the underside of the Battlestar, drilling into the thick and flimsy armor.

When the Beam Barrette had been installed unto all Intrepid-class ships and the Challenger, he had been told that the beam would drill into the armor of Kobolian warships. It would take time for the beam to pierce the armor, they had said. At least, that was when they tested it against Ablative Armor.

In reality…

The beam's burned through the armor of the Kobolian Battlestar as a knife would cut through butter. It was a magnificent sight to behold. The ruby-red beams bored into their armor and cut a swath of destruction as the ship moved, the beam racing ahead. The ships swerved as their beams cut apart the Battlestar, and dived and lower and lower as the ship tore itself apart.

'Excellent.'

BOOM!

"Status!" He roared suddenly as the ship shook like a thing possessed. The beam broke connection and a burst of sparks erupted from a console behind him. The man at the station screamed and fell out of his seat, covering his face. "Status, now," he shouted as the ship shook again.

"Missiles sir!"

He was about to ask why when he saw four Battlestar's lumbering downward below the Battlestar he was attacking. The Terra made the unfortunate mistake of diving ahead of the Challenger and was assaulted by a hundred Chain gun batteries and missile batteries, of both conventional and nuclear types.

'No, no, no, no!' He thought, watching anguish as the neck of the ship as torn apart by the hail of bullets. Ablative armor was good for spreading the burning damage of plasma to minimize damage. After the Kobolian attack, the armor had been adapted to harden when impacted with kinetic energy. But even so, the armor was unable to stop so many bullets, so many missiles and warheads. No amount of technology, no amount of armor, could stand up to that many hits.

Explosions rippled from the broken neck spread outward. The superstructure burst and tendrils of fire lashed out. In a short moment, the Terra was torn apart and became a floating pile of debris. "Where are the Titanic and Sentinel?"

"They're inbound, two minutes!"

'How can they be so far?'' He thought angrily.

No matter.

Not now.

"Status of Direct Drive," he demanded as the Challenger swung below even further, the armor taking hit after hit from the various shells and lucky missile. He gripped the edges of his seat, feeling his heart pound faster and faster as the ship fired off its side salvo of Railgun shells and missiles and plasma bolts. Explosions rippled in the space between the ships, and explosives flared.

Bolts of plasma smashed and boiled away at the hull of the Battlestars, and missiles roared to life as balls of nuclear fire erupted on the hulls, tearing sheets and flinging them into open space.

But those were few, and rare.

"We need a quarter hour before we can jump," his officer announced.

"Direct power to the Drive!"

"We can't."

"Why not," he demanded.

"Sir, the power conduits to the Direct Drive were damaged-we just can't."

Damn.

"Fire beam weapon!"

Beams sliced into the side of a Battlestar, drilling through the armor. The beam fired again, and fired again as the powerful Battleship fought against the four Battlestars, alone. One of the Battlestars collided with another, destroying two in one glorious blaze, and leaving two to deal with.

'Even so, my ship is damaged as it is.'

But where would he flee to? His ship was suffering damage, and even at full impulse, his ship would still be within their weapon's range. He had the Battleship dive further down, scores of fighters and bombers chasing after him. These were better than the last wave, he thought as they weaved and fired their weapons, destroying his shells and missiles before they reached them.

"RC?"

"One minute. Inbound Battlecruisers, one minute as well, sir."

"Turn about," he shouted, "launch probes, and distract those accursed fighters for just a bit longer. Reduce Sublight speed to minimum and keep us below the Battlestars. Prepare firing solution for the cannon."

"Yes sir!"

Rapid bursts erupted from the various Railguns, spitting death as explosions surrounded the slowing warship. He counted down the seconds, a habit of his, as he saw a Battlestar turn to face him.

BOOM!

The ship shuddered as a bright light erupted at the bow of the ship, and scores of fighters that were in the path of warhead, crude and unguided, rocketed ahead. The Relativistic Cannon unleashed hell as the warhead smashed into the center of the Battlestar. Travelling at a significant speed, it tore through the many levels and continued onwards before it smashed into one of the Hanger Bay's of the other Battlestar. "Surge forward, all weapons at the hole in that ship," he barked. He didn't have to, however. His crew was already bombarding the ship as they pushed forward.

The ship went down like a dying whale.

The battle went on.

New Aegis, Caprica

Industrial Capital of Caprica

This was not supposed to happen.

The man, a wizened man with graying hair stumbled through the torn streets, eyes wide as he looked around, seeing the carnage. He heard people scream and shout, babies crying, mixing together with explosions and the collapsing buildings. He blinked, and leaned against a wall that was once a museum. How… how everything could have gone so wrong, he thought with pain.

Carefully laid plans, all go to waste in a single day.

'We should have known,' he thought bitterly as a glorious ball of light erupted above them, cleansing the sky of clouds in the nearby vicinity. They should have struck when the Colonials made contact with Earth. Earth was different, more advanced, crueler, but more open than the Twelve Colonies.

"Why," he whispered.

He heard the boom before the flash.

A strange gray-hued ship, almost like an Aerocraft carrier in shape, dropped from the sky out of FTL, tendrils of fire licking around the hull. Flames erupted, and he saw several lights burst from its sides before he was flattened against the wall, cringing as his skull hit the concrete, a lance of pain lashing out.

"This was not supposed to happen…"

He saw the plumes of nuclear weapons ripple on the horizon, and knew that his time here was up.

"It was supposed to happen as it did before…"

Cavil closed his eyes.

"It was not supposed to happen like this."

Friday, October 15, 2643 (Military Calendar)

D.S.S. Challenger Sovereign-class

Orbit of Caprica, Cyrannus Star System (Caprica)

Three narrow beams lashed out.

People screamed.

Fires erupted.

Lights vanished.

The last Battlestar floated, dead, as the combined fire power of the Battlecruisers and the Battleship tore the impressive ship apart. "Status of the Force," he ordered, coughing as one of his ships jumped back from the skies of Caprica. He grimaced as he heard his officer give the report.

"Eight ships have been lost, sir," the reported, pain evident in his voice, "Five gunboats and three Battlecruisers, including the Terra. The Avenger has seen it fit that we've caused enough damage, and that a fall back is now required…"

He paused and added:

"Sir, three additional Battlestars have jumped in, accompanied by fifty support ships and eight Destroyers."

"So?"

"Our force is tasked to the limit," the Major said, talking as if speaking to someone of his own rank. But the General let that slide this one moment. "The Major General on the Avenger believes that we can't stay any longer, or the force will be destroyed. We've lost an ungodly amount of ships in this raid against the heathens, and we can't allow them to gain access to our technology. If that happens…"

"Then this war will become harder…"

He saw his point.

"Get us as far from Caprica as possible on Sublight Drives."

"Already on the move."

The ship curved, shuddering as several pieces of jagged and melted sheets of metal from the destroyed Battlestars smashed on their armor. Damage was minimal, and his crew was already going around the ship, trying to fix and repair what they could. "The Titanic is moving at ½ power," the Major said, "it's Drop-Jump into the planet's atmosphere caused some damage to its systems."

He nodded, and frowned.

"Status of the Direct Drive?"

"Eight minutes, sir."

"Four Gunstars, inbound!"

"A Battlestar has jumped in-they're launching fighters!"

"What?"

The General growled and ordered the ship to turn. "Fire warheads!"

"There are none left!"

"Plasma Cannons?"

"We have three online, two more are still cooling down," his weapons officer shouted.

He frowned. "Ignore them," he said. They had no more purpose here-the Colonies were crippled, and the Dominion avenged. He could have, he wanted to, completely wipe them out, but the Dominion wasn't ready for a full-scale Interstellar war, the likes of which the Dominion had never fought before.

He relaxed slightly on his seat, but felt worried.

He trusted the Dominion; he trusted his absolute Emperor and his lineage who had led Earth and her colonies through the dark times. But the amount of devastation caused, and the use of nuclear weapons, the Twelve Colonies hadn't used nuclear weapons. But they had destroyed the Challenger, and bombed worlds. They had struck, without warning against the Dominion and her people.

Dishonorable.

The ship accelerated.

"Two minutes until we're ready to jum-"

There were three flashes of light, and he covered his eyes as the light vanished. He lowered his arms and shouted: "Evasive maneuvers!"

Three Battlestars hovered in front of them, their turrets and batteries turning to face them, missile launchers swerving around. In the center of the group was a Battlestar larger than anything they had ever seen before, except in rumors and Intelligence Files. The ship was at least three kilometers in length, and shared characteristics of the Prometheus and Mercury-class Battlestars.

Four letters stood out on its hanger bay.

Nova.

The Sentinel attempted to turn away, but crashed into the side hanger bay of the Kobolian warship. "Get out of their weapon range!" He shouted quickly, eyes wide as the vast array of weapons turned on them.

Too late.

A savage salvo of bullets and missiles struck the side of the Battleship. His operational Pulse Cannons returned fire, and his beam weapon struck as many missiles as they could, cutting lines in the spitting wave of bullets. The Titanic surged forward as fast as possible, firing their beams and Railguns. The Challenger was torn to shreds, the armor floating in space as fires erupted.

The Sublight engines moved sluggishly as they dived below, and then died, explosions bursting. The powerful Battlestar floated, dead, in space. The Battlestars then focused their fire on the Titanic, which tried to retreat. However, they ignored his warship, and that was a big mistake.

Beams sliced and knifed space, burning armor on the Battlestars. Plasma bolts smashed and boiled their armor, only to sputter out when the cannons blew. He saw the tell-tale glow begin to emanate from the engine-section of the Dominion Battlecruiser, when it exploded in a terrifying explosions.

No, no, no, no, no!

No!

The Battlestars turned, painfully slow, towards him. The beam weapon continued to last out, but only two Battlestars had been destroyed, and the rest had gone against him. "Sir," one of his officers said hoarsely, "I'm detecting fighters…." He paused, and frowned, "and a new jump contact…"

A new ship swooped just at the top of the view screen.

Avenger.

"Long Live the Dominion!" He heard the Major General roar on the comm. network.

"Love Live the Dominion," he said.

The Avenger spat bolts and shells and missiles and beams at the Battlestars. The Fighters and Battlestars turned, ignoring the damaged prize and going against the annoying bug that stung them. "Contact Engineering and have them work on the Direct Drive," he said, coughing, "see if we can get a move on quickly."

"Yes sir."

Friday, October 15, 2643 (Military Calendar)

D.S.S. Avenger Intrepid-class

Orbiting Caprica's Moon, Cyrannus Star System (Caprica)

Pournel had gone to see why the Challenger had not regrouped with the rest of the force, after repairing his ship somewhat. He hadn't expected to see a massive Battlestar and a force of smaller ones gathering around the Battleship, ready to devour their kill like a pack of enraged hyenas.

"Sir, we've used the last of our missiles and warheads."

"Railgun capacity?"

"At 12% and decreasing 2% every minute at current firing rate. We're suffering damage on all sides, and I have reports that our core is beginning to overheat, and is in danger of detonation," his First Officer said.

Damn.

"Status on the SBS-02?"

"They're repairing their Direct Drive, sir."

He nodded. "How long?"

"Eight minutes, and they lack Sublight drives."

He frowned.

Then someone would have to carry the warship back. It was doable, but hell to do so. If they wanted to keep formation, they would have to cut their speed by a quarter, and latch the ship to another.

"What about this… Nova-class?"

"Sir?"

The ship shuddered even more, and he thanked seatbelts as the ship was violently thrown forward, and then swerved dramatically to the left. "What the hell was that?"

"We've lost a Sublight engine!"

Gah….

"The Battlestar, the damage report on it!"

"Ah…. It's supposed to have a complement of 2,300 officers and crewmen, with three squadrons of Mark VII Fighters. It was also supposed to serve-" he grimaced as the ship blasted a Battlestar, only to hear that they had lost three PPC's. "As a troop carrier, carrying 300 Marines, and 20 Ground Assault Vehicles-Tanks. They have food to last several years, and carried the most advanced technology they have-EMP Fields, and a sort of AI-Program, but they call it VI."

He frowned.

"Correction sir: These V.I.'s are more like highly intelligence computers, which doesn't seem to violate their laws on Artificial Intelligence. It's highly adaptive, but our programs are comparable if not better. They're also very self-sufficient; they have replace parts for Fighters and Bombers, and can grow their own food. They have more than a hundred batteries and hundreds of missiles."

"I know that," Pournel muttered. He was surprised about the AI, since the Colonial's were supposed to have a strange hatred of AI's. The Dominion had AI's, invented them fairly recently and had been distributed amongst the ships. His Task Force had been sent before they could get the upgrades.

"Any damage on it's superstructure?"

"The largest sign is in the center of the ship, where their CIC is."

"Focus all fire on that area and reduce power, focus all into our beam weapon."

"Sir?"

"Just do it!"

The ship spat out death, tiny explosions exploding all around the small warship as it burned away at the Battlestar. He saw the armor over the CIC become thinner as pulses smashed on it and shells explode.

'Die wretched bastards,' he thought.

Die.

Die…

"Sir, our core is on the verge of detonating!"

"We've lost beam weapon!"

"Hull breaches in all levels!"

Die…

"Accelerate speed!"

"Sir?"

He heard something before…. From a 21st Century movie, or was it 20th? It was an old movie, but a classic. What had that alien (he laughed mentally-the Kobolian's weren't the bumpy/ridged forehead old alien movies showed them to be-) said? The ship picked up speed as fires, narrow withering fires, lashed around them. Tiny cracks appeared in the view screen, and he felt light-headed for a brief moment.

"RAMMING SPEED!"

DOMINION NETWORK!

HEROES RETURN!

The heroes on the raid on the homes of the Twelve Colonies, on the traitorous and unforgiving Kobolian's, have returned. The casualties were heavy, and countless dead, proud men and woman, who fell in the service of their star-nation. To die defending the Dominion, a Dominion that has lasted and survived for centuries, to die in her service and for the Emperor, there can be no greater honor!

The devastation to our force has been terrible. Our Assault Force has slashed in half, and many ships have suffered damage unheard of in the past, including the Challenger. But our loss, this war, has made us stronger! Even as we speak, our vast industrial force is returning. Billions of people, people who had lost jobs and homes, are returning in service. The rations have lessened, and our economy has risen back in a short period of time. Our time, our time is now!

Proud humans from across the Earth Dominion, from Home System Sol to the frontier system are joining up to do their part and to help preserve the Dominion and all proud and united humankind! Facilities in Sol, in asteroid belts and on the surfaces of moons have begun to manufacture warships of all designs, have begun to use the vast unused industry we have long ago abandoned, to prepare for war.

We also come to praise the heroic death and the loss of the Avenger and her crew, and their leader, Major General Pournel. Major General Pournel served in the Dominion Fleet for two decades and had risen through the ranks through natural leadership. It is a loss to our great society of his death. But through his death, he will be avenged! His most Royal Majesty, the Emperor, Absolute Monarch of the Dominion, spoke greatly of the fallen Major General with respect:

"The death of Major General Pournel was a great loss. To his late father, to who was a friend of mine as a child when my father ruled over the Dominion, I was his only friend, and his greatest supporter. His death will be avenged, but we must always remember that his death resulted in the complete destruction of the Kobolian Battlestar Nova-class, a warship that dared stand against us, the pride of the Kobolian Navy, their greatest ship, their heart and soul and sword. The Battlestar is gone, that ship has been eliminated and is nothing more than a shadow.

"Through his death, through his actions of which I permitted which includes the use of nuclear devices for planetary bombardment, we have hurt the Kobolian's. Let it never be forgotten the losses we have suffered, and the deaths that existed. The Twelve Colonies have been crippled, but not defeated. Even as we speak, as we prepare, they prepare and rebuild for blood for blood. This war will cost much, but we will prevail for it is the Manifest Destiny of the Dominion! Through Blood and Toil, through evolution and change, we have survived all that dared stand against us. The Kobolian's follow an archaic and backwards religion and society, and cannot stand against the One Lord, our unified and peaceful society. They have failed to understand us!

"Even as I speak, our warships have been refitted and rearmed.

"Even as I speak, our production efforts have tripled.

"Even as I speak, all of our Sovereign-Battleships have been launched and now joined their towering sister. A hundred ships shall be built within years, and a thousand within a decade, of this, I promise! We will sweep aside the Kobolian's, and we shall unite them under our union, banish their corrupt ways and, for the final time, unite ALL of humanity under a single union!

"To symbolize our return to power, to symbolize our return from the darkness and into the bright light, a new beacon swims through space. I declare the beginning of a New Era, of a New Age.

"The Ark Royal will lead us to glory!"