Battlestars for Earth Chapter 4, a battlestar galactica: 2003 fanfic

Usual disclosures: Much to my dismay, I do not own in whole or part the Battlestar Galactica Universe nor any of its characters. It is and remains the sole property of the Sci-fi Channel. Next, this story is an alternate universe and does not follow cannon. The first thing I have changed is that I never liked the concept that the 13th tribe was Cylon. I also decided that I did not like the story to take place in the year 150,000 BC, thus I have changed Earths time line (you will see).

I have read a few stories where the Colonial's (pre-fall) send a fleet to bring Earth into the Colonies by force. However, I thought what if instead, the Colonial Fleet was sent to aid us in our darkest hour...

Battlestars for Earth

Chapter 3

Viper Launch Bay

Battlestar Galactica

Outside the Wormhole

2 AU from Sol System

Aprilis 3, YR98 (Colonial Calendar)

June 11, 2065 (Earth Calendar)

0317 Hours GMT

Captain Kara Thrace better known as Starbuck and if you asked her, the hottest pilot of the fleet, tightened her seat restraints as her Viper moved into position for launch. She listened to Gaeta's voice, "Jump in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 JUMP!" There was the familiar uncomfortable nausea associated with a jump and then it pasted. "Extending flight pods, all vipers launch in 30 seconds."

Starbuck grabbed the stick and impatiently waited. Normally she would be cracking jokes to her quasi brother and friend Major Lee Adama or Apollo as he was known to the fleet, but she was more pissed than she had been in a while. Nagala's speech had managed to stir in her feelings of righteous indignation and a desire to avenge her brothers on Earth.

"Starbuck, Galactica Control. LAUNCH!" She hit her turbos and the Viper VI rocketed out of the aging Battlestar like a bat out of hell. She quickly joined up with her wing. "Starbuck to Vigilantes, form up on my wing and target enemy fighters at 319 karam 12. And for fraks sake watch your sixes."

Her fellow viper and raptor pilots confirmed. Raptors formed up above the vipers and fired their canons at the enemies. Each viper picked an enemy fighter and opened up on them. The Calimar for their part responded with equal violence.

Starbuck was in her element. She had already killed 9 enemy fighters and was lining up and a tenth when an alien voice sounded over her coms.

"Foolish creatures. You will seize these senseless attacks and surrender to your Masters. For each moment you delay, 1 part of your whole will be designated as food animals."

"This is Strike Fleet Earth Actual to all the Calimar. On behalf of all the Colonies of Kobol I have the following message. You will release any captives you have unharmed and leave this system forever, never to return. If you refuse, then in the words of our Earth brothers, you will face total war. As for your demands for surrender, go frak yourself!"

The Calimar snarled and three enemy vessels turned towards the Atlantia. Starbuck hissed. "Starbuck to Atlantia. Three enemy capital ships now targeting you…"

"Galactica to all wings. Radiological alarm, I say again Radiological Alarm. Enemy vessels at 367 karam 15 have armed nukes. All wings attack!"

Apollo came on the line. "Frak. Atlanita's wings are out of position. All Galactica squadrons. Time to razzle dazzle. Vigilantes target starboard ship. Wolfs, you have the port vessel. Angels the middle. And the rest of you follow me in and take out their fighter screen. All Vipers one pass and take out as many launchers as possible. Raptors line up on your targets and launch two nukes each. Vipers will then intercept anything trying to take out our missiles. And for the Lords sake, watch your asses!"

"Atlantia Actual to Galactica squadrons. Thank you for the assistance. Be advised I am opening up with my KEW's, so stay out of my line of fire."

Starbuck radioed the members of her wing. "You heard then man. Know lets go give these frakers a warm Colonial welcome." Screaming her defiance, the vipers flew into the enemy, killing many.

The Calimar were not just letting the Colonials have their way. Just as many Vipers and Raptors started dying as Calimar. However, the Vipers were able to punch through and took out about a forth of the enemy launchers and quickly swung back around just as the Raptors launched nukes at the three enemy ships with each ship targeted by no less than 8 nuclear tipped missiles each. By this time Atlantia's squadrons had returned and helped the others escort the nukes in, paying a very heavy price. Despite all efforts, only 5 missiles made it, three on the port ship and two on the middle ship.

The port ship was consumed by nuclear fire and immediately destroyed. The middle ship was damaged but still in the fight. Now it was the Calimar's starboard ships turn. She ripple fired 30 nukes right at Atlantia. The speed of the missiles where triple that of the Colonials. Some where intercepted but over half reached the Atlantia. At first her heavy armor protected her, but as more and more nukes impacted, she died, fires consuming her decks. One nuke hit her main arms bunker and that flagship, pride of the Colonial fleet exploded in all directions taking all hands with her.

CIC

Battlestar Galactica

"Lord of Kobol have mercy." Whispered the coms officer Lt. Anastasia "Dee" Dualla as she watched the death of the Atlantia.

"Radiological Alarm. Multiple enemy ships now launching nuclear ordinance at the fleet." Yelled Gaeta.

Adama swiftly looked up at dradis as he yelled. "Dee give me fleet wide." Dee gave a nod to the Admiral. "This is Galactica Actual. I am assuming command of the fleet. All vipers, screen the ships of the fleet. Gunstars and Strikestars, attack targets of opportunity. Missilestars, stand by for multiple fire missions on designated targets. Use of nuclear weapons is authorized and ordered. Battlestars, fire main KEW's at enemy capital ships and stand to with nuclear ordinance. Stand by for targeting orders from Pegasus Command." He turned. "Dee get me Pegasus." Another nod. "Pegasus this is Galactica Actual."

"This is Pegasus Actual. What do you have in mind."

"Helena, I want you to use Pegasus's fire command systems to match Colonial units to enemy targets for maximum effect, then broadcast targeting solutions to fleet units."

"Understood. Adama, I never thought I would see the day that you were willing to use networked computers. Pegasus Actual out."

Adama snorted and waited. Lt. Gaeta spoke. "Receiving targeting telemetry from Pegasus Command & Control. Request activation of targeting computers."

Adama did not like it but rationalized that the Cylons were not present and they had bigger problems. Besides which, Galactica's computers where by definition ancient and had dead man switches to turn them off in the event of an enemy virus. "Do it."

"Targeting systems on line, relaying targeting solutions to KEW's and nuclear ordinance. Nuclear missiles are now loaded in missile launch tubes awaiting arming."

Adama turned to his new XO and both of them pulled out key chains from under their uniforms. The inserted the keys into different slots and turned to one another. "One my mark. Three, Two, One, Mark!" Both turned their keys at the same time, and a warning started to chirp.

Gaeta looked down at his board and announced. "Warning, all hands warning. Nuclear ordinance is now armed. The use of Nuclear weapons has been authorized. Stand by time on target launch!"

Clocks around the CIC synced up to a countdown and all members watched them count down to zero. "NUCLEAR MISSLE LAUNCH!" Each Colonial vessel that carried them launched their nukes at the enemy and space soon had over one thousand warheads flying against the Calimar.

The Calimar had not been idle. Before and during the Colonial counter strike, they had continued to launch their own weapons of mass destruction. Colonial warships died in increasing numbers. Already two Battlestars were destroyed four more critically damaged, twelve Gunstars were destroyed or damaged, the Strikestars took the heaviest hits with over fifteen destroyed. The Colonial force was now down to seventy one fully operational and undamaged warships out of the original one hundred and one that came to Earth. Also thousands of vipers and raptors where eliminated before the Colonial strike hit their targets.

That is not to say that the Calimar had not taken damage before the Colonial counter strike. Out of the original two hundred and thirty eight warships they had in orbit, fifty seven where either destroyed or out of commission. The came that nuclear counter strike. Despite heavy KEW rounds keeping the Calimar busy they were still able to destroy about forty percent of the incoming missiles. That still left six hundred missiles, which roughly translated to at least three missiles per enemy ship.

The more heavily armored capital ships where best suited to survive the multiple nuclear hits, yet all took damage of one sort or another. That said, a third of these warships were outright destroyed. As for the escort vessels, well, they suffered sixty percent casualties. They were now down to one hundred and eight to the Colonials seventy one. The remaining Calimar continued to attack.

North American Aerospace Defense Command (NORAD)

Cheyenne Mountain, Colorado

0315 hours GMT (two minutes before the arrival of the Colonial Fleet)

General Fitzgerald listened to the briefing in dismay. On the hole, the Air Forces of the World were down to ten percent strength. There was no denying it. The Calimar had air superiority. Ground forces were in better shape as they were able to dig in but were of little use with the continuous bombardment from space. Also they enemy had not been shy on using weapons of mass destruction. Already nukes had hit the cities of New York, Seattle, London, Dresden, Kiev, Vladivostok, New Deli, Shanghai and for some strange reason Petra in Jordon.

Most of the world's civilian leadership was missing or dead. Given the deadly situation and an outside enemy, most of the senior leadership of what was left of the Worlds military were engaging in unprecedented levels of cooperation.

Communications were maintained by landline, which was being completely ignored by the enemy. The Calimar had long ago destroyed all of Earth's satellite's, indicated they considered them a greater threat. Fitzgerald could only conclude that since the Calimar was a more technology advanced race, they could not comprehend that a technology that was over two hundred years old and as simple as twisted pair wire, could coordinate the forces of Earth.

This enabled Fitzgerald to come up with a plan with the help of General Wu Fang of the Peoples Liberation Army. Granted, it was despite, but is was their only hope. It fact, he was getting an update on the status of that plan.

"…the British RAF has 27 fighters 15 bombers and 42 helicopter gunships, hidden and at the ready. The pilots are on five minute alert." Concluded General Walter Norman of Britain.

"Thank you ladies and gentlemen. General Wu, has your staff decided on an optimal time for the attack?" Asked Fitzgerald.

"We have. Based on intelligence, the Calimar operate on a eighteen on and six off in their offensives. During the six hour period, only thirty percent of their force is active. This usually takes place between the hours of 0300 and 0900 GMT."

A German officer asked. "Is this consistent worldwide?"

General Wu confirmed. "Indeed. We do not fully understand, however we will take advantage of this weakness. Therefore, it is our position that we should attack a few hours into this cycle at 0500 GMT, Comrade General."

Fitzgerald received a nod from most of his staff. "We agree. As for the date for our offensive, I believe…."

Voices started interrupting in the various command centers. Fitzgerald frowned as a Colonel rushed into the conference room he had been holding his call in. "Sir! We are intercepting new signals in Earth orbit. Also ground based systems are detecting more ships in orbit, and sir? They are attacking the Calimar!"

Fitzgerald blinked. He spoke into the conference phone. "Can anyone else confirm…"

Wu spoke before anyone else can. "Comrade General, it is confirmed. Our ground based observatories are watching them now. I can relay video…"

Soon on the screens, showed the battle between the two obviously different fleets hitting one another. Another voice came on the line. "This is Colonel Aison of the Army of Greece. We have been monitoring communications and the new comers are speaking a form of ancient Greek that we are able to understand. Relaying translation now."

Fitzgerald listened to what was obviously attack signals between fighter pilots before he heard, "Foolish creatures. You will seize these senseless attacks and surrender to your Masters. For each moment you delay, 1 part of your whole will be designated as food animals."

Fitzgerald had both hope and fear at the same time. On the one hand the enemy of my enemy is my friend. On the other, "Strike Fleet Earth", was ominous. He hoped that it did not indicate sinister intentions by the new comers.

Colonel Aison came back on the line. "Gentlepersons. Please note that they new comers refer to themselves as the Colonies of Kobol. My staff believes that…."

Fitzgerald made the connected. Athena's Gift…Dear God were these their cousins for another planet. Were those that discovered that ancient ship correct and they were related to the colonists from that ship and in turn… "Colonel Aison, please try to reach someone from that new fleet."

CIC

Battlestar Pegasus

0345 GMT

Pegasus rocked with another nuclear hit. Helena Cain managed to keep her balance as she gave orders to fight these frakers. "Mr. Frisk, reload all missile tubes and ready a second launch. Mr. Marvin, have the battle computers calculate a new strike and relay to the fleet."

Her coms officer interrupted. "Sir, we are receiving a signal from the surface."

Helena picked up a headset. "This is Pegasus Actual. Whom am I speaking with?"

It was a bit hard to understand the dialect but she spoke enough ancient Kobolian to understand. "This is Colonel Barak Aison of the Army of Greece. I am speaking on behalf of the leadership of the military forces of Earth. We first would like to thank you for attacking our enemies. Without being ungrateful, may we know who you are and why are you here?"

Helena understood the Colonel's concern. If she was in his shoes and after all they have endured, she would also be suspicious of the Colonial Fleet. "Colonel Aison. I am Rear Admiral Helena Cain, Colonial Navy. I am one of the commanding officers of what is known as Strike Fleet Earth. We have been sent by the Twelve Colonies of Kobol to rescue you, our brothers and sisters, from this horrid enemy."

She anticipated the Colonels next question. "We call ourselves Strike Fleet Earth in honor of you. This is because this fleet fights in the name of Earth and it is for the people of Earth that we are here. The reason we do so, is because you are also of Kobol. I understand that your people have forgotten their history and only recently began to relearn the truth. We will help you with that. For now, we intend to kill every last one of these Calimar frakers that refuse to leave your system."

Colonel Aison. "We that you and your compatriots for everything you are doing for my people. As you say, we will have much to discuss but for now, the enemy awaits." There was some rapid conversation in the back ground, then the Colonel was back. "Please forgive me Admiral. I have just been informed that we are going to launch our own counter offensive against the enemy on Earth. This was not supposed to happen yet, but you have given us a golden opportunity."

"I agree Colonel. I will see what support we can send your way…"

Another nuke hit Pegasus and a monitor fell onto of Cain knocking her out. Her XO yelled, "ADMIRAL!"