"Atlantia actual wishes to speak to you Commander" Dualla said.
"Patch him though comm one" Adama ordered and picked up a headset.
"This is Galactica actual" Adama said.
"This is Atlantia actual, Bill, we are taking heavy fire, I don't think the ship will last more of this, I'm setting her on a ramming course to the nearest basestar, it appears to be bigger than the others, we assume this is their command ship" the voice of Adm. Nagala said over the wireless "I'm giving you fleet command and promoting you to the rank of Fleet Admiral, get as many people out of Virgon as you can let humanity survive, rebuild and avenge us" Nagala said.
Adama, at the loss of words could only respond a 'Yes sir'.
"And Husker?" Nagala said over the static.
"Yes sir?" Adama asked.
"Give em' hell" the Admiral said and the line went dead.
Onboard the CIC of the Battlestar Atlantia, Admiral Cristen Nagala, a man who had served the Colonial Fleet for over forty years, knew that it was over, that they had lost, as another explosion rocked the CIC of the dying Battlestar, he was nearly trown off his feet.
"Thompson!, ramming speed" the seventy-year old Admiral barked.
"Yes sir, ramming speed" Thompson replied.
Nagala looked at each of the CIC crewmembers that were still alive, with a look of determination that even an entire Cylon Battle Group could not take away from him, if humanity was going down, it was going down with honor.
"It has been a pleasure serving with you all" Nagala said softly as the ship shook again from another hit.
"Twenty seconds" the engineering officer reported solemly.
"Get ready to detonate all nukes, we're going down big time" Nagala barked.
"All nukes ready" one of the officers reported.
"Detonate in ten seconds" Nagala said through clenched teeth.
"It is an honor...to die by your side" Nagala whispered and his world suddenly went dark.
The Battlestar Atlantia, flag-ship of the entire colonial fleet, closed on the lead Basestar, the eight engines of the Mercury-class monster flared to life as the ship neared its' cylon counterpart, mere seconds later, the Atlantia passed through the Baseship like a sword,
A deadly silence spread though the CIC as on the DRADIS, the icon named Battlestar Atlantia, BSG-1 merged with that of a Cylon Basestar, suddenly the DRADIS screen went blank as the Atlantia detonated her full complement of nukes, numbering a hundred in total, taking out six Basestars and thousands of Raiders.
"Gods" Tigh said in awe.
"Sir, Basestars are redeploying, they are coming straight in, although their bearing seems inconstant and uncoordinated" the DRADIS officer informed.
"Damn right they are uncoordinated; we just took out their command ship, toasters don't have a frakking chain of command" Tigh said, the ship then suddenly jerked violently, people all around the CIC were thrown off their stations, the engineering officer, Lt. Lenit, was dead, his head cut wide open as he crashed against his console during the impact.
"Someone give me a frakking SITREP" Colonel Tigh barked as the Battlestar's lights dimmed.
"Sir, radiological levels went haywire, nuclear detonation" reported a bloody and bruised Lt. Gaeta.
"No shit" Adama said after standing up, he had lost his balance after the nuke hit and was almost thrown off the command table.
"Decks, one, two and three were hit, that nuke hit us on the central spine, turrets one, two and four are not responding" Gaeta informed.
"They must have melted when the nukes hit" Tigh said as the realization hit him, they had lost three of the 800mm rail-guns to the nukes, thus losing a fourth of their point-defense capability.
"Sir, Radiological signature!, nuclear detonations reported on the ground!" Gaeta exclaimed.
"Holy gods" Adama said in awe.
"We need to get out of here, Virgon's lost" Tigh said.
Suddenly the Basestars aimed their nuclear complement to the formation of Battlestars, in less than ten seconds, over a hundred one-megaton ship killers headed for the formation of colonial ships.
"Radiological just went nuts, cylons flushed their tubes at us sir!" Gaeta exclaimed as it was showed that hundreds of red dots named 'ENEMY MISSILE" approached the Battlestars on the DRADIS.
"We need to get out of here, combat landings, tell all ships to do the same, sync jump coordinates with other ships" Adama ordered.
"Sir, we haven't calculated the jump" the Lieutenant exclaimed in protest.
"I couldn't care less, just get us out of here" Tigh barked at the Lieutenant.
"Impact in thirty seconds!" the DRADIS officer exclaimed.
"Air wing back on board" Dee ordered.
"Retract the pods" Adama shouted.
"Impact in fifteen seconds!" Gaeta exclaimed.
"Get us out of here!" Tigh exclaimed.
"Fleet jumping away" Dee reported.
"Impact in five seconds!" the lieutenant screamed in fear.
"Jump!" Adama ordered and space twisted as the Battlestar jumped, the nukes were mere meters from the hull of the ship as it jumped away, to parts unknown, out of the dozens of ships defending Virgon, only the Battlestars Night Flight, Cerberus, Valhala and the Orion had made the rendezvous along with a couple of strike stars and a Gunstar.