Daala and the Fleet Chapter 4: Aftermath, a battlestar galactica: 2003 fanfic

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Really not much in the way of spoilers right now, altogh that will change in the next chapter.

Chapter 4- Aftermath

During the attack on the Resurrection ship

Resurrection Ship 001

One minute they were monitoring the battle. Then all hell broke loose. The seven Cylons were still grouped around the data table when surges of lighting seemed to flood over every surface. Although it was diluted enough that all it did to Caprica Six was give her a little shock; Doral, with his arm still in the data stream, did not share her fate. The lightning from the ion bolt coursed through him, completely electrocuting him. He fell backwards, hitting Cavil and knocking him to the floor, breaking both his legs.

The Number Eight called Boomer was the first to react. She started to pull Doral's charred body off of Cavil, but he stopped her. "Leave me! Get out of here before the ship self destructs!"

Boomer hesitated, and D'Anna griped her arm. "Lets go." she said. The remaining Cylons took off at a run, dashing through hallways, trying to get to the hanger bay where there was always a Heavy Raider waiting for the humanoid Cylons. As they ran they encountered a group of ten Centurions.

The Leoben copy stopped. "They may try to board this ship before it self destructs. I'll stay with the Centurions. Get to the Heavy Raider."

Leaving yet another model behind, the four copies finally made it to the Heavy Raider. D'Anna quickly slipped into the pilot compartment, powering up the engines and exiting the hanger bay. As she was leaving she saw a shuttle she didn't recognize heading for the Resurrection Ship. She activated the wireless system that went to the Resurrection ship. "Two, you have a small craft preparing to board. They're going to land before the self destruct hits. Hold them off." Without waiting for a reply, D'Anna spun up the FTL drive and sped far away from the battle.

Immediately after the battle

Battlezone

While all the intact TIEs were heading back to the hanger, Bravo flight, which consisted of eight Lambda-class shuttles departed. They were armed shuttles, with four laser canons, two ion cannons on a turret, and they carried a tractor beam that was capable of hauling anything the size of a fighter. Seven of them were being launched to recover the wreckage of the TIEs that had been killed, as some of them had no more damage then a couple of holes in the front view ports. One of them carried a complement of twenty Stormtroopers for boarding purposes.

As they Lambdas searched the wreckage for TIEs, one happened upon something interesting. "Gorgon, Bravo Three. Request personal line with the admiral."

Aboard the bridge Daala picked up a comlink and tuned into the private channel for the shuttle. "Bravo Three, this is Admiral Daala."

She heard a slight crackling in the comm unit. "Admiral, we discovered a-wait a second." Daala was able to hear some shouting noises and then the unmistakable sound of the discharge sound of a ion cannon. The pilot came back on the line. "Sorry sir. We found an intact enemy fighter that had been hit by a ion cannon. We detected it because it had some nuclear missiles exposed. It started to move again but we shocked it. Permission to bring it aboard."

"Granted." Daala said. "Bring it aboard, but make sure that thing doesn't start moving again." She turned off her comm link and turned to Kretas. "What's the status of the boarding shuttle?" He picked up a comm link. "Bravo One, report status."

"This is Bravo One." the shuttle pilot replied. "We are about to dock with the enemy ship. Docking in twenty seconds. Wait, ah, we just detected a craft leaving the hanger of the ship. It appears to be a beefed up version of the fighters we encountered. It just jumped away. Preparing to land."

Resurrection Ship 001

The Lambda shuttle folded its wings and landed on the hanger deck of the resurrection ship. As soon as it touched down its Stormtroopers poured out onto the deck, E-11 blaster rifles at the ready. When they detected no hostiles in the hanger deck, they moved out. The hallways all looked the same to the troopers, so they had to rely on the sensors in their helmets. The infrared sensor detected what looked like thousands of rapidly cooling bodies. As they jogged over to the source of the heat, helmet recorders rolling, they saw thousands of bodies on racks. The interesting thing was that many of them were copies of the same person.

They did not have time to analyze what they were seeing, because the motions sensors in their helmets detected multiple moving objects. They slowly walked down a hall until they reached a corner where the hall turned to the right. As they waited, they heard mechanical clanking sounds. Suddenly the ten Centurions rounded the hallway, with Leoben behind them. Their eyes pulse once, and then their long fingers folded back up into their arms and machineguns slid out. They started firing at the same time as the Imperials did.

Stormtrooper armor was designed to dissipate blaster bolts and to completely stop any projectile weapons. The black body glove that they wore beneath the armor that was visible where the armor did not meet, namely at the joints and the neck, was also designed to stop projectiles, but it did not do much to lessen the impact. Most of the bullets the Centurions fired bounced harmlessly off the Stormtrooper armor, but in a few cases they hit the arm or leg joints, causing a few troopers to fall to one knee or to loose aim of their rifle. The only fatality on the Imperial side was when five bullets crashed directly onto the body glove that protected the throat. The bullets did not penetrate, but hit hard enough the crush the unlucky trooper's windpipe. He fell to the ground, holding his throat. The other troopers ignored him, and fired their E-11s. The blaster rifles powerful bolts burned right through the Centurions armor, dropping them to the ground with multiple holes in their chests and heads. One Stormtrooper saw Leoben try to escape. Quickly switching his rifle from kill to stun, he shot Leoben twice, knocking him out and leaving him twitching on the floor.

Once all of the threats were neutralized, one trooper went over to get Leoben, while another went over to check on his fallen comrade. Seeing that he was dead, he joined another trooper who had found a wall terminal. He stuck a little black chip to the terminal. Suddenly the terminal buzzed to life, the chip restoring its power. The chip then entered the system, bypassed all the firewalls using technology far superior to the Cylon's, and downloaded every piece of information that the ship had. In the process, the trooper stumbled upon a countdown for the self destruct. It was set at 1:32. Motioning to the rest of the troopers, he took the black chip off the terminal, with all the data downloaded. Two Stormtroopers grabbed Leoben, and ran back towards the hanger, leaving the body of the slain trooper. One of them opened a comm channel to the shuttle. "Bravo One, this is Gamma Lead. The ship is going to self destruct in-" the trooper looked at the stopwatch he had set in his helmet. "about a minute. Power up your engines and get ready to go. We have a prisoner." With that he closed the link.

Bravo 1, Lambda Shuttle

The troopers finally made it to the shuttle. The lead trooper checked the timer. 0:25. As the shuttle lifted off and flew into space the timer continued to count down. The shuttle flew as fast as it could, but it was only a few hundred meters away when the timer reached 0:00. Multiple explosive charges ripped the Resurrection ship apart, completely annihilating it. The explosion engulfed Bravo One, and all the pilots could see out of the cockpit was flames. After the explosion faded the shuttle was still intact, but just barely. One of the pilots got out of his seat and staggered over to the leader of the Stormtroopers. "Our engines are critical. This whole ship is going to blow in less than a minute." The leader thought about that for a second. The Lambda shuttle had a means of escaping, but that was accomplished by jettisoning the cockpit and igniting engines attached to the cockpit. The cockpit only had three seats, the pilots and one observer. T

he Stormtrooper took the unconscious Cylon, strapped him into the observer's chair, and removed his helmet.Giving it and the black chip to the pilot, he said "Take these and give them to the Admiral. Get out of here."

The pilot looked at him in disbelief. "But you'll all die!" he said.

The lead trooper shrugged. "We're expendable. The prisoner and the data are not. Go." And with that the trooper left the cockpit. The pilots both double-checked their seatbelts, and pulled a yellow handle that dangled from the ceiling. With a roar, the cockpit left the body of the ship, its engines propelling it away from the body, the fire from the engines killing all the troopers who were in the cabin. Only a few seconds after the cockpit section escaped the main engines of the shuttle reached critical state, exploding and vaporizing all traces of the body. The cockpit section flew on in space. After a couple of minutes, the pilots felt a shudder as the one of the Gorgon's tractor beams latched on to it, bringing it in.

Imperial Star Destroyer Gorgon

Later that night Daala found herself in her quarters, her desk covered with papers, and she had several datapads in front of her. She heard a knock on her door. "Come in."

It was Kretas. He had a platter balanced on his right hand. "Am I intruding?" he asked.

She shook her head. "No." He sat down across from her, placing the platter on the desk in front of her. She sniffed the air. It smelled good. "What is that?" she asked.

He smirked. "Dinner. Did you notice the time?"

She looked at the chrono and cursed."I must have really got caught up in work." She looked at the food. It was spiceloaf, a traditional Corellian dish. It was also her favorite. "Where did you get this? They don't make this on this ship."

Kretas smiled. "I made it. Thought you might like it."

They ate dinner together, and talked about many things, mostly regarding how the battle had played out. They eventually got on the subject of the data that had been recovered. "What was on that chip?" Kretas asked.

Daala brought up some information on her datapad and handed it to him. "Apparently we fought 'Cylons', a race of machines that were made by a species of humans and rebelled. It seems that these humans and the Cylons have very primitive technology. They can make jumps into hyperspace, but only for short lengths. It seems like the Cylons caught the humans by surprise and used nuclear devices to kill most of the population. A fleet of ships survived, and they are guarded by what they call a Battlestar. The Battlestars, apparently the one that survived is called the Galactica, are armed with projectile weapons and primitive fighters."

"If we can get our shields working, they can't hurt us." Kretas mused.

Daala nodded in agreement. "They say that they have reports of another Battlestar attacking their fleets." Kretas had a very confused expression on his face, and Daala laughed at that. "It is pretty confusing. Anyway, what we encountered was their warships, called Basestars, fighters called Raiders, which we captured one intact, and a Resurrection ship. From the video we took from the helmet of one of the Stormtroopers, we were able to identify both some of their warrior machines and one Cylon, who is the prisoner we captured. They evolved to the point were they took human like bodies, with only small features to set them apart from humans, much like replica droids. They say that there are twelve models of Cylons, but we can only find seven in their databases. It says that the identity of the other five is secret. I think that that is very important to them, mostly because the best encryption and firewalls were guarding this material."

Kretas snorted. "What's the point in having leader if you have no idea who they are?" Daala nodded in agreement. Kretas watched her long copper hair as it flowed over her shoulders. "Has anyone ever told you have beautiful hair?" he asked.

Daala gave him a small nod. "Tarkin said it all the time."

Kretas leaned towards her. "Did you love him?" he asked.

If it had been anyone else she would have slugged him. But Kretas was her only friend. After a moment of thought she said, "I don't know. I was mostly attracted to him because of his power. But I don't know if I loved him."

Kretas leaned even closer until their lips were touching. He kissed her, although he was not sure if she kissed him back. "Why Admiral." he said. "I think you've just broken every officer fraternization rule in the book."

Daala looked at him incredulously. "I broke every rule in the book? More like you did." He shook his head. "It was you." Daala looked at him. "Do you really want to get into this argument?" she asked. Before he could answer she kissed him passionately, her lips melting into his. Eventually they had to break the kiss for air. "It would be a shame to have to bring you up on charges." she explained. "Now we both broke the rule. Can't report you now."

He gave her a look that left no doubt that he didn't believe a word she had said, and walked out the door, leaving Daala alone. She took a minute to reflect on what had just happened. Then she arranged all of her papers neatly on her desk, turned off her datapads, went over to her bed and fell asleep.

Well, I thought the colonial ships would arrive this chapter but they didn't. But they defiantly will appear next chapter, along with the spoilers. Please review.