Daala and the Fleet Chapter 8: A Turn of Events, a battlestar galactica: 2003 fanfic

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Chapter 8- A Turn of Events

Imperial Star Destroyer Gorgon

The group of Imperials managed to make it to the shuttle and most of the way to the Gorgon before the Cylon Raiders hit them. The pilot of the shuttle opened up with his blaster cannons, shredding a wing of Raiders. He failed to see the group of twelve Heavy Raiders that blasted through the Gorgon's defenses and landed in the secondary hanger bay. The shuttle quickly docked in the main hanger bay, and Kretas helped offload Daala and Kirana, while two Stormtroopers helped keep them upright so they could walk to the medbay. They were on their way when the lights flickered and then went off. After a few seconds power kicked back in, but it was only emergency power. Kretas frowned. Why would the power go off? It would take a very serious hit to effect the power.

Suddenly he heard a clanking noise, and five Centurions sprinted down the corridor towards them. Even as the Stormtroopers let go of Daala and Kirana, the metal hulks barreled towards them. It appeared that the Centurions had learned that their machine guns had little effect on trooper armor, so it was not much of a surprise that one of them was carrying a ridiculously large sized gun. The Centurion with the gun stopped, raised it and fired. The gun fired a projectile almost the size of a Raider's KEW, and it went right through the armor, killing the unlucky trooper. The other Stormtrooper managed to shoot the Cylon carrying the gun, the blaster bolt burning through the unlucky machine's chest, but another one was right next to him, its long, and wickedly sharp fingers extended. It grabbed him by the throat with one hand, and shoved the other under his helmet, past the safety of the stab-proof body glove and into the troopers throat.

It dropped the dead Stormtrooper, its hands coated in blood. It turned to Daala and Kretas, and extended its machine guns. Its red eye pulsing furiously, it raised its guns and lined them up. But it didn't fire. It seemed rock back and forth and turn its head to look to either side, obviously confused. After a moment it retracted its guns and shakily walked away.

Kretas wasn't strong enough to carry either of them all the way to the medbay while avoiding Cylons, so he decided to head for the auxiliary bridge. When he finally made it, half dragging them along, he was exhausted. Luckily, a attentive young crewman helped him one they reached the bridge.

The damage-control officer directed Kretas to a chair. "We've taken multiple missile hits in both the engine area and the most forward part of the bow, and one on our superstructure. We've managed to take out one Basestar and disable another, and the Pegasus got one, but the Raiders are breaking through. We don't have enough fighters, and the Pegasus only has one bird up. As I can see you noticed, we had Cylon boarders on the ship."

"Can we repel the boarders? Don't we have almost 10,000 soldiers on board?" Kretas asked.

The officer shrugged. "We could, but they already left. All they did was take the Cylon prisoner that we had captured."

Kretas half closed his eyes. "Can we make a jump out of here? As much as I don't like leaving what may be our only chance to get home to be blown up, we're dead if we stay here."

"We can't leave. Our nav computer took another hit, and unless we want to do a blind jump we're not getting out of here."

Kretas reluctantly nodded. There was no way they were ever going to make a blind jump into hyperspace in the middle of a battle ever again."Let's try to take as many of them with us as we can."

Basestar 201

On one of the Basestars a Two and a Six were in the control room. The Two tapped directly into the data stream and started communicating with the Hybrid. "The hybrid is confused. She's speaking."

This particular Six was one of the only Cylons who believed the Twos when they said that the Hybrid did not speak in madness, rather it speaks the truth. "And what does she say?" she asked.

The Two shook his head. "The hybrid is too confused. I can't understand her. I doubt's she is understanding herself. Something about time."

"Well, we do have good news. Our brother, Leoben," she said, using his human name, "has been rescued. He's heading back to his Basestar."

The Two looked at the Six. "We should have destroyed that Star Destroyer long ago. Why is it still firing?"

The Six was at a loss for words. "The Centurions that boarded decided to leave the ship. We didn't authorize that, and it looks like our Raiders are breaking off too."

Blue 3, Viper Mk.VII

Sophie was having the time of her life. There were so many Cylon Raiders she barely had to aim. She had just lined up on her twenty-third kill when it broke off and headed back toward the Basestars. Cursing, she yanked the stick around and followed the Raider. For some reason it was going in a straight line, with no evasive maneuvers. Her brow furrowed in confusion, but that didn't stop her from spraying a three second burst across the length of the fighter. She flew through the explosion, bits of blood splattering on her canopy.

While most of the Raiders were heading back to the Basestar, the few surviving Raiders from the destroyed Basestars continued to fight. She was so intent on catching the fleeing Cylons that she didn't notice the Raider that fell in right behind her. It opened up with its cannons, sending bullets ripping trough her fighter. Her right wing was blown off, and a couple rounds went through her viewport, shattering it. All the air in the cockpit was sucked out, leaving her in the vacuum of space. She knew that she would not last too long in space before the cold got to her. But that was the least of her problems. She managed to turn her Viper around just enough that she could see the perusing Raider. It carefully trained its guns on her ship and opened fire.

Omega 7, TIE Fighter

Talon saw a red dot that represented a Cylon Raider converge with the blue dot that represented the Pegasus's only surviving Viper. He shoved the throttle to full power and zoomed towards the fight at a speed no Cylon could match. He was just a few meters away from firing distance when the Raider opened fire, chewing of the right wing of the Viper. The damaged Viper some how managed to turn around a little bit, but not enough to shoot it. There was no way he'd be able to shoot the raider before it fired. He closed his eyes. Sometimes, when facing a seemingly impossible situation, he would just close his eyes and feel what was going ion. He didn't know how to explain it, he just did it. His fingers flew across the control board at amazing speed, dumping all discretionary power into his engines. He rolled right into the firing path of the Cylon Raider, taking the bullets that were meant for the Viper pilot. Usually his shields would stop the bullets, but they had collapsed earlier in the battle. The bullets stitched across his fighter, blowing out the engines. One bullet passed through the back of his fighter, his right shoulder bone, shattering it, and exited through the bottom of the fighter, taking out its lasers. Now he had no engines, no weapons, a hole in his fighter that was sucking all the heat out of is fighter, and an arm that was almost blown off.

Blue 3, Viper Mk.VII

Sophie watched in amazement as the Imperial fighter took the bullets meant for her. As the bullets decimated the craft, it was painfully obvious to her that the TIE pilot was going to get killed by that fighter. But she'd be damned if anyone was going to die for her, especially if she owed her life to that person. She was missing an engine, and had had to turn her center and left engine off the keep the craft from going into a uncontrollable and deadly spin. She used the last of her oxygen reserves to push her craft out of the way of the TIE and into the path of the Raider. Then she used her right hand to shove the thrust on her left engine to full and used her left to pull on the yellow eject handle.

Explosive bolts blew off her canopy only half a second before the rocket in her seat blew her out of the Viper, the G forces from the acceleration pulling her arms down. A sensor in the seat quickly determined that she was not in or near a planetary body, and decided not to eject the parachute. It started sending out coded bursts that would show up on any friendly DRADIS screen, alerting a rescue craft that there was an EV pilot.

Her plane, now unoccupied, suffered terribly from its injuries. The sudden spin she had put it in from using her left engine shook it apart, sending pieces of scrap metal flying out into empty space…which just happened to be in the Cylon Raiders flight path. It dashed through the debris cloud, punching hundreds of small holes into the cockpit. While it looked intact, it went into a ballistic spin, leaving no doubt that it had been destroyed. As Sophie drifted in space, she could only pray that a rescue craft would be on station the to rescue both her and the brave TIE pilot.

Battlezone

The Gorgon and the Pegasus had each destroyed a Basestar, and the Gorgon had disabled another one. The disabled ship had a self destruct that operated mechanically, so it would destroy itself even if power was knocked out.

But the missiles from the Basestars had a devastating effect on the two warships. Missiles pounded into the star destroyer, ripping off hull plates and pulverizing some weapon and sensor turrets.

The attack on the Pegasus was not as brutal. Perhaps the Cylons considered them less of a threat than they did the Star Destroyer. But whatever the reasons, the Pegasus was only moderately damaged. Hoping to buy themselves some more time, both the Battlestar and the Destroyer fired in unison at one of the remaining Basestars. The Pegasus managed to get a few rounds off from their main guns before a disaster happened.

A Cylon Raider, the same one that Sophie had unconventionally shot down, came spiraling toward the Pegasus. What happened was a coincidence of astronomical proportions. Just as a round from one of the gigantic main guns roared out of the tube, the Raider converged on that exact space. When the shell impacted the Raider instead of just passing through it, the shell detonated only a few feet from the bow of the mighty warship. The explosion damaged most of the main battery and crumpled some of the heat-resistant armor.

Another disaster happened, but this time for the Cylons. One of the shells that the Pegasus had managed to get off at the fourth Basestar penetrated the center pylon and crashed right through the self-destruct, at the same time a wave of energy from the Gorgon's ion cannons hit the exact same spot. The result was a disabled Basestar that could not destroy itself.

Basestar 201

The Six was thrown against the wall of the control room, and the Two helped her up. They did not need to talk as they immersed themselves in the data stream. They saw the damage reports, that almost everything was disabled. In fact, DRADIS was one of the only operative systems. They also saw that the self-destruct was completely gone. The Centurions standing in the hallways refused to budge, and just stood there, red eyes pulsing back and forth. They looked into the DRADIS and saw the other Cylons deserting them, suddenly giving up the attack on the heavily damaged enemies, and they saw the boarding shuttles coming towards them. Watching the bleak situation, the Six grasped the Two's hand, closed her eyes and prepared for the worst.

Lieutenant (Junior Grade) Sophie "Deadbolt" Narcasa , EV

Sophie watched as the three remaining Basestars jumped away, leaving behind the two disabled ones, which quickly turned into one as the self destruct activated, turning it into a brilliant fireball. She could see the Pegasus, which was venting atmosphere off the starboard side.

Her arms began to grow numb from the cold, and she was about to resign herself to death before she saw a silver triangle. It was one of those strange Imperial shuttles, equipped with a tractor beam. She noticed the disabled TIE Fighter get dragged in so they could extract the pilot. Just then, she felt a shudder as she started to be pulled in towards the craft. As she started to exit the coldness of space she felt a emotion she hadn't felt since before the attacks, before that one cadet at the academy messed her life up.

Hope.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. A major plot point is coming up soon, and with any luck a new chapter will be up soon.

To deathsheadx: Thanks for pointing the number 8-Boomer thing to me. I tried to go back and explain a bit more about it.

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