Three hours after the initial attacks.
"Joe, Sitrep" Santos asked anxiously as more reports filled the wireless, thanks to a Caprican Air Force E-21B Stealth AWACS which was on a training mission when the attack started broke though the Cylon ECM jamming, the Colonial Ground Forces regained communications, reports started coming in from all the planet; the Cylons were landing ground forces on a scale unseen since the First Cylon War, the Marine and Army forces which hadn't been nuked in the initial attack were holding them off, barely.
"Forward elements of the 1st Marine Division near Delphi reported a Battalion-Sized group of Centurions, the 2nd Division near Caprica City was nuked and ordered their forces to start guerilla tactics against the enemy, the 3rd Division is unaccounted for, the 4rd Division is holding Aegae and digging in while sealing what is left of the civilians onto the deep bunkers, the other twelve Marine Divisions are unaccounted for" the major said as he read the communiqué from the CDF Headquarters, which fortunately hadn't been hit in the initial attack.
"Okay, what about the Regular Army?" Santos asked.
"Out of the ninety six Army Divisions, only ten are still operational, the rest of them were lost during the initial attack" the officer reported grimly.
"Air force?" Santos asked.
"About five percent operational, Cylons nuked most airbases, only Garey H. Fletcher Airbase, and a couple of Air Guard Stations are still reporting, their F-64's of the 64th Air Force Squadron are flying sorties against the cylon forces massing near Delphi although their base is bound to get hit sooner or later" the aide reported.
Suddenly a tremendous boom was heard as four Cylon Heavy Raiders jumped into the low atmosphere of Caprica, ending up merely two kilometers over the Colonial Battalion HQ.
"Set maximum alert, I want all units ready for combat, contact the Air Defense Section and tell them to shoot em' down" Santos barked and her orders were quickly passed though by her subordinates.
Three klicks northwards of the Battalion HQ sat a 'SkySweeper' anti-air battery, accompanied with a 25mm 'Calydon' anti-air CIWS, the 'SkySweeper', loaded up with eight HD-70 Lighting missiles, sat in a clearing within the thick mountain forest, the Marine vehicle was practically invisible, suddenly the weapons officer locked on the Heavy Raiders and four HD-70's left their tubes, as they travelled though air at a speed of over a mile per second, they took little over a second to reach their intended target, however two of the ships launched flares and made a number of inhuman high-g evasive maneuvers in order to evade the missiles and succeeded in doing so, the centurions then landed the craft and decided to determine the origin of the missiles which had killed their brothers.
Lt. Keith 'Spurt' Todd and Cpt. John 'Chop Shop' Barrett were running like hell, as two Cylon Centurions chased them across the thick Caprican forest, their Raptor had been shot down when flying a regular CAP near the mountains near the Derides Mountain Range, when four cylon raiders had jumped out of nowhere and launched missiles at them, they managed to eject mere seconds before the missiles destroyed their Raptor, they had been running for their lives during the last two hours as Centurions chased them around the forest.
Lt. Todd suddenly took out his sidearm, hid beside a tree and loaded a 40-round clip into his MP7 Crew Survival Weapon and unlocked the safety, he waited for the Centurion to close and he ducked out of cover and fired the entire magazine at the metal monster, one of the 4.6mm AP Rounds hit the eight-foot monster in its' eye causing it to fall to the ground before it could start shooting, Cpt. Barrett took out his Picon 5-7 sidearm loaded with an explosive round and fired it at the other pursuing Centurion, making its head explode in a million tiny pieces.
"Good shot Chop Shop" the young Lieutenant grinned.
"Splash two turkeys!" the voice of Lt. Sheridan, C.O of the Air Defense Section said though the wireless, "Two of them got away sir, I request permission to relocate" the garbled voice of the young officer said though the wireless, "INCOMING BEARING TWO ONE…CIWS, GET EM'!" Suddenly the wireless went blank after an explosion was heard; everyone on the improvised command centre looked northwards to find a rising plume of smoke and ash.
"Frakking Cylons used orbital bombardment" Santos said, her voice a mere whisper full of hatred.
"That missile wiped out everything a hundred meters from that battery" the XO said.
"And we are about to be wiped out too if we don't get out of here" Santos responded.
"Sir, I heavily recommend we get the hell out of here" the major urged.
"Totally agree, get all of the men readied up, they are to take as much food, water and ammunition as possible with them, all vehicles are to be fueled up, we are getting out of this mountain and into the fight" Santos ordered coolly.