Finally some contact. Right now, the only spoilers are if you don't know what a resurrection ship is (and if you don't know all 7 models)

Oh, I don't own Star Wars or Galactica. I wish I did.

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Chapter 2- A Imperial Standoff

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Imerial Star Destroyer Gorgon

She was aware of movements, but just blurs, racing in front of her. As she started to regain consciousness, she could smell the metal scent of blood. She tried to move and but found that she couldn't. Someone was grabbing her head, shaking it. From far off, she could hear people. "Admiral!" someone yelled at her.

Who was that? she thought groggily. Suddenly someone slapped her on the face. "Private Natasi! Ten-hut!" Years of training from various Imperial academies had drilled this routine through her. She tried to spring to attention, but only managed to stagger into a crouch. After a few seconds she was able to open her eyes. What she was a battered Kretas knelling next to her. She glared daggers at him.

"If you ever do that again I'll kill you." she tried to say, but it came out in a much less coherent fashion. Nevertheless, her XO understood what she was trying to say. He shrugged. "It was the only way to get you up." He almost added that it was something he had been wanting to do for a long time, but figured she wouldn't really appreciate that.

Kretas helped her to her feet. After he let go of her she stumbled a bit, but then managed to keep her balance. She looked around the bridge. It was in bad shape, but it could have much worse. Most of the equipment was intact, and Daala only spotted four dead. As she looked at the dead, she recognized on of them. It was the woman she had been threatening with her blaster. It was very ironic.

Suddenly the blast door to the bridge opened. A team of medics arrived, finding the wounded and marking the dead for pickup. Even as the medics were working more crew spilled into the bridge to help repair the damage and to replace the dead men's positions. She had trained her crew well. At that thought a small smile graced her lips, but that was soon replaced by a wince of pain.

One of the medics noticed her and came over. "Admiral, let me see your head." Despite numerous protests and threats on her part, the doctor managed to examine her. She had a fractured rib that hurt like hell, along with some cuts, bruises, and scrapes. She also probably had a minor concussion, but everyone who knew Daala knew that would not keep her away from her work.

After less than ten minutes the bridge was back and ready for action. Daala took a deep breath, wincing as she aggravated her broken rib. She turned her XO. "Status report."

Leaning over the shoulder of the new damage control officer (she did not know his name, her last one currently was in a body bag with a piece of metal through his throat) her XO spoke to her. "We got hit hard sir. We lost the left engine of our three main engines, so we have to cut down power on the right to keep a steady course. Shield generator domes are completely gone, as is the long range comm unit. We don't have the parts to fix them. We lost parts of our nav computer, and we lost about nineteen of our guns. About the only good news is that we lost the rebels. We're in empty space."

No sooner had he said that than the computer buzzed a warning. The sensor officer was so busy looking at his screen that he didn't bother to address Daala while he was talking. "Two contacts, 300 klicks away, unknown ships. Putting them up on the main screen." In the center of the bridge a massive holo projector flickered to life, revealing a blurry image of a craft with two Y shaped hulls connected by a single pylon, forming a star pattern. Alongside it was a odd ship that was like a very long triangular prism. Immediately the star like ship moved in front of the other ship. Daala watched in confusion. "Hail them." she ordered. Kretas picked up a comlink and spoke.

"This is the Imperial Star Destroyer Gorgon to unidentified ships. State your names and intentions." There was no response. Her sensor officer turned to Daala. "Admiral, we're detecting radiation coming from the hull of that ship. They must have some kind of nuclear device."

Daala frowned. Nuclear devise were very outdated. A turbolaser blast was much more efficient…Daala snapped her head up, whirling to the sensor officer. "Do they have any energy readings for weapons?" she asked.

He shook his head. "They don't have anything. No lasers, ion cannons...and no shields."

Frustrated by the unknown ships unwillingness to comply, Daala snatched a comlink up and thumbed it on. "Unknown vessels, power down your weapons and engines and-"

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Resurrection Ship 001

"-prepare to boarded." In the resurrection ship a group of Cylon models stood around a data table, listing to the speech that came over their wireless in perfect old colonial English, discussing options. The Cylons aboard this ship were holding a meeting, led by the number Two. Each copy of Cylon that was on the ship had either played a part in infiltrating the fleet or manipulating humans. The first to speak was D'Anna Biers, a Number Three. "We do not know what that ship is. Courses of action?"

Aaron Doral, a Five, listed off the options. "Option One: we fight them. Option Two: we run. My model says fight."

A Two, Leoben Conoy, spoke up. "We second it."

This time it was an Eight, a copy that had been known as Sharon "Boomer" Valerii. After being shot by a crew member aboard the Galactica her mental state was very unstable. But she was still capable of talking for the rest of her sisters. ""Fight." she said.

Caprica Six looked a bit uneasy. "We don't even have any idea who they are."

Brother Cavil spoke up. "Of course we do. They're the Imperial fraking Navy! What else in God's name are we supposed to know?!" Caprica glared at him. "Don't use God's name lightly Cavil. He has a plan for us all. Jut because you are far from His grace does not mean you can shout blasphemy."

Before the fight could escalate any further Simon, a Four, stepped in between them. "Can we please stop arguing about God and get on with this?"

Both Cavil and Caprica stared at him. It was Cavil who spoke. "Typical. Well, you are a scientist. Do you have an idea?" Simon shook his head. "Nope." Caprica groaned inwardly. The Fours never had anything to say.

Seeing that the meeting was getting out of hand, Doral put his hand in the data stream, its glowing light engulfing his arm. "It is decided." he said. "By majority vote, we will blow that ship out of the sky." He now speaking directly to the hybrid. "Launch all of our Raiders."

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