Ch 3
"Pegasus actual, this is Galactica." Adama said.
"Galactica actual, our missing pilots are dead, and Garner is dead as well." Lee said.
"Cylons?" Adama asked.
"Yes. And… we encountered another ship. It saved our asses, and destroyed three baseships by itself. Faster than anything we can do." Lee said.
"Well, where is this super-ship?" Tigh musingly asked.
"Dradis contact!" Geata said, as the Graff Spee suddenly appeared out of warp 1. The Graff Spee easily dwarfed the Pegasus and Galactica, hovering above the fleet.
"This is Admiral Nechayev of the Graff Spee to the unknown fleet. I need to speak to the admiral."
"Graff Spee, this is Admiral Adama."
"Related to the Adama on the Pegasus?" Nechayev asked.
"He's my son. Thanks for bringing him back." Adama said.
"I need to meet with you, Admiral." Nechayev said.
"One step at a time. I'll let you know when we can meet. Got some things I need to take care of." Adama said.
"Take your time." Nechayev said, shrugging her shoulders.
Adama quickly phoned Colonial one.
"Admiral, I'm seeing a large ship hovering above the fleet." Roslin said.
"The commander of that ships is admiral Nechayev. Don't know that person. Word's going to spread real quickly, so we need to schedule a meeting with their admiral to get things straight. My son said Nechayev rescued them from a Cylon ambush." Adama said.
"Okay. Colonial one." Roslin said.
…
"Back up. You and the Pegasus were dealing with 3 baseships, when the Graff Spee appeared. Correct?" Roslin asked.
"Correct. The Cylons shifted their attention to attacking that ship. They didn't stand a chance. They fired a nuke, didn't even scratch the paint. It has shielding technology that's only seen in bad sci-fi shows. That ship fired some sort of plasma or laser beam weaponry that cut the Cylon's to shreds." Kara said.
Roslin looked at Kara with a bit of skepticism.
"Only way we can confirm the story is if we talk to the commander itself. I want to put a lid on a situation before it goes to hell." Adama said.
"I'll have to bring the quorum here to hear about it. They'll know sooner or later. Might as well have it sooner." Roslin said.
"After we talk with their admiral." Adama said.
On the Graff Spee, Nechayev was looking over the damage reports when the comm went active.
"Admiral, here."
"Admiral, they've agreed to meet with you. Here are the coordinates. On a ship they call Colonial one."
"I'll beam over as soon as they're ready." Nechayev said.
"They're ready right now."
On Colonial one, they were waiting for Nechayev to appear, and appear she did via transporter tech.
"What the frak!?" Roslin shouted, as they saw the transporter for the first time.
Nechayev looked at their bewildered faces.
"Federation ships are equipped with a transporter. You can transport anything, from a single piece of paper to awarhead, to any point you wish. No side effects." Nechayev said.
"Is that a normal way to travel from ship to ship?" Adama asked.
"Yes. It's something we'd do every day, like breathing." Nechayev said.
"I guess introductions are in order. I'm Admiral Adama. Last high ranking officer in the colonial fleet. This is my son, Major Adama. Captain Kara Thrace, Starbuck. She's the best fighter pilot in the fleet." Adama said, with a smile.
"Laura Roslin, President of the 12 colonies." Laura said.
"It's great to meet you." Neyachev said, as they sat down.
"Admiral, how did you come across such a powerful ship? You guys fired plasma and laser weaponry. You fired one missile that destroyed an entire baseship. Was it a nuke?" Kara asked, having seen the Graff Spee in action up close.
"First things first, I'm the top Admiral in Starfleet. It's an armada for exploration and defense, the Federation's military arm, per say." Nechayev said.
"And this Federation?" Roslin asked.
"A large organization. Hundreds of planets have come together under one banner. And Earth is its HQ." Nechayev said.
The colonials simply looked in shock, not believing what they heard.
"Your home world, is earth?" Adama asked.
"Yes. Why do you look so stunned?" Nechayev asked.
"We're searching for earth." Lee said.
"Why is earth so important?" Nechayev
"It's the home of the 13 tribe." Roslin said.
"The what?" Nechayev asked.
"Our scriptures say that 4,000 years ago, humanity sprang from the planet called Kobol. 13 tribes of humans left Kobol. 12 settled on what became the 12 colonies. The 13 tribe headed to earth. I always thought It was a myth, but recent events have changed my mind. You and your ship is the final nail in the coffin." Bill said.
"That's a hell of a story, but we have archeological evidence on earth that goes past 10,000 years. But the universe is a big place. So I can see this stuff happening, humans evolving on different planets." Nechayev said.
"Admiral, there's a reason we're searching for earth. 53 years ago, we created the Cylons. Machines to make life on the 12 colonies easier. They rebelled and a long war lasted. An armistice was created, and for the next 40 years no-one has seen or heard from the Cylons. Then, they launched a surprise attack. Wiped out our fleet, killed billions of our people. There's only 50,000 of us left." Lee said.
"And you're heading to earth, hoping to find some save haven from the Cylons." Nechayev said.
"Correct." Adama said.
Nechayev pinched the bridge of her nose, and had to give bad news.
"I got bad news. The Federation and her allies have just finished fighting our own war against a hegemon empire called the Dominion. We beat them back and sent them packing. But our fleet has taken a massive beating. For example, my ship the Graff Spee. Originally, there was supposed to be a fleet of 100 in service. Right now, we only produced the Graff Spee. We're in no condition to fight another war. We're trying to rebuild the fleet and maintain what little strength we have left. We're very vulnerable right now." Nechayev said.
"So you can't help us?" Roslin asked.
"The Federation won't be fighting your war. But I doubt the Cylons will want to venture into Federation territory. Even in our weakened state, we're still more powerful than they are. And the universe is crawling with hostile alien species. So I doubt the Cylons will be much of a threat for long." Nechayev said.
That was a relief for the colonials.
"We'd appreciate any help you can give us." Bill said.
"I'll give you some supplies, but no weapons or critical technology. My ship has a skeleton crew, limited supplies, and our warp drive has been severely damaged." Nechayev said.
"Warp drive?" Kara asked.
"It's our way of faster than light travel. Needless to say, it's heavily damaged. We're only able to maintain warp 2. We're originally supposed to go up to warp 9.9." Nechayev said.
"This warp system of yours. Is it possible to convert our jump drives to warp drives?" Bill asked.
"Tell me about your jump drives." Nechayev said.
"It's a mechanical drive, that folds space for a fraction of a second, and we appear from one spot to another." Lee said.
"Our warp drive uses a matter/anti-matter containment field to power the ship and propel us to warp. We're hundreds of years more ahead of you and the Cylons." Nechayev said.
"That's a no, then." Adama said.
"Afraid so. I'll give you some food and medical supplies, but no critical tech." Nechayev said.
"What about shields?" Kara asked.
"Excuse me?" Nechayev asked.
"The Cylons fired dozens of missiles at you, then even fired a nuclear warhead at your ship. I saw the missiles stopped dead in their tracks. The outside of your ship glowed yellow." Kara said.
"We do have shields, captain. But the emitters are built inside the ship itself. And we don't have any spares to give, since the shields are self-charging." Nechayev said.
"Starbuck, I want you to be her liaison officer. Admiral, one final thing we should tell you." Bill said.
"What is it?" Nechayev asked.
"Our Cylon enemies, look human." Bill said.
Nechayev looked unfazed.
"In the Dominion war, our enemies were lead by a race called the founders. They were changelings, able to take any shape they desired. Including human. We quickly figured out a way to snuff them out, and we even infected their homeworld, which helped ended the war. They withdraw back to their space and never attack again, or all the founders die. It worked." Nechayev said.
"Sounds like you encountered a similar situation to us." Roslin said.
"Exactly. But, I will need these files on the human Cylons." Nechayev said.
"We'll get them to you." Adama said.
"If you have any Cylon prisoners, I need a blood sample. My doctors and scientists can figure out a way to find them." Nechayev said.
"That makes our life easier. The skin-jobs infiltrated our core planets, crippled our defenses, and let the Cylons have a turkey shoot." Kara said.
"Doctor Cottle will give you the blood sample." Adama said.
"I'd like to get it myself. We're in an unkown part of space, facing an enemy of unknown power and size. I want me, my ship, and my crew to have some knowledge of our new enemy. Oh, and I'll need your logs." Nechayev said.
"What for?" Roslin asked.
"I need to make a map of your journey, so I can help plan what will happen next." Nechayev said.
"I'll get them to you." Adama said.
"Admiral, I'll need you speak with the quorum." Roslin said.
"Your government. Not mine." Nechayev said.
"Yes, but parking a unknown warship of immense size and power right above the fleet is going to raise questions. Hell, I'm surprised the questions aren't coming in right now." Roslin said.
"Knock on wood." Nechayev said.
"Plus, as the leader of the 13th tribe's military, your words will hold considerable sway here." Adama said.
"Fine. I'll talk. But I speak the truth. Madam president, admiral, be present at the meeting, and be prepared. I speak the cold truth." Nechayev said.
As Nechayev left Adama's quarters, everyone else talked.
"She reminds me of Admiral Cain." Roslin said.
"I think she's different." Adama said.
"What makes you say that?" Lee asked.
"It's just a gut feeling. But I think she's different. Starbuck, get as much intel on our new Admiral, and her ship." Adama said.