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 5
CIC
Marinestar Oden's Chariot
Outside the Wormhole
2 AU from Sol System
Aprilis 3, YR98 (Colonial Calendar)
June 11, 2065 (Earth Calendar)
0415 Hours GMT
General Frederick Neil watched the video relay from Earth grimly. Both the enemy and the Colonials were being decimated, though it did appear that the Colonial ships were starting to push the enemy out of orbit. A small opening was occurring over the Northern hemisphere. "There! Right there! Major Long, plot a combat jump to that exact orbit and relay to the other Marinestars. Colonel Alexander, I want enemy positions painted and fire missions on the way the second we jump!"
A series of "Yes Sirs!" answered his orders. He picked up a phone. "Give me Division wide. Now here this! We will be jumping into Earth Orbit in a few minutes. Archangel Bombers with Viper Escorts will precede raptors and assault shuttles. Be advised, planetary bombardment will begin the second we jump, so stay clear of the Marinestars fields of fire.
Remember Earth is a Colony. This means conventional arms only! Nuclear Ordinance is forbidden in the atmosphere or on the ground." He hung up the phone. "Lieutenant, start the clock!"
"Sir yes Sir!" The Lieutenant in question inserted a jump key into the console. "Jump in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. JUMP!"
Earth Orbit
"Jump Complete!"
General Neil turned to his Air Controller and nodded. The Major picked up a handset. "Archangels launch! Vipers launch!"
Vipers flew out of the tubes and Archangel bombers dropped from belly ports on the Marinestar and angled for the planet.
"Enemy targets located!" Yelled a gunnery control officer. Neil turned to her. "FIRE MISSION!" KEW's and planetary bombardment canons opened up. It was about 45 seconds for the explosive rounds to hit their targets.
"Vipers and Archangels cleared. Raptors launch! Assault shuttles launch!" Marines started heading for the surface.
Landram 305
2 Platoon, 5th Regiment, Colonial Marine Corps
Currently docked under assault shuttle 15, Marinestar Chariot of Ares
Sgt. David Fritz adjusted the radio frequency till he was on the platoon frequency. "Alright listen up! Our target is the far edge of what appears to be a space port on the largest continental mass. Once we hit dirt, move your landrams away from the shuttles as quickly as possible. We will move in delta formation. I will assume point, beta on the left, charlie on the right and delta bring up the rear." The pilot then relayed information from the Vipers. "Ok, the flyboys say that the local's Armor will have a red five pointed star outlined in yellow painted on their turrets. Enemy armor is a dark purple, with a triple barrow gun coming out the front, no turrets. Watch your targets."
The pilot came over his speakers. "30 seconds and the LZ is hot!"
The sergeant went back on platoon net. "LZ is hot! Lock and load ladies!"
First six raptors came in firing missiles and eighty millimeter rounds into enemy units. As soon as they touched down, the side doors swung up and Marines hopped out securing a parameter. Four assault shuttles flared down and demagnetized the arms holding the Landrams in place. True to the sergeants orders, the four landram drivers literally floored the accelerators and the colonial landrams picked up speed and distance towards what were terminal buildings in the distance.
The Sargent yelled. "TARGET LANDRAM! THREE OCLOCK! LOAD HE!" As the Colonial landram reached its top speed, the turret swung to bring the main twin guns to bare on the enemy target. The enemy came to a halt and started to rotate its entire body to bring its guns to bear. Problem was that Colonial armor is specifically designed to engage Cylons and when you are dealing with the toasters, staying still is a death sentence. Thus Colonial units trained to fire on the move. The Calimar didn't stand a chance.
"HIT! That's a kill. TARGET LANDRAM, NINE OCLOCK! LOAD HE!"
Enemy casualties started to mount up very quickly. Bombers, vipers and raptors screamed overhead, adding their own ordinance to the slaughter of the enemy. Boyed by the Colonials actions, Earth units soon put in an appearance and added their own deadly fire. Soon the area was devoid of any live enemies. The sergeant looked out his viewer and saw an Earther waving in the distance. "Gavens, make towards that soldier at two o'clock, right in front of that Earth landram."
"Right on Sargent." Soon the landram came to a halt and the Sargent popped the top turret and pulled himself out. With practiced ease he slid down the front and landed on his feet.
The soldier came to attention and snapped him a salute. "Thank you comrade for your aid."
The Sargent returned the salute. "You speak Caprician!"
The soldier lowered his hand. "We call it Ancient Greek but yes. I am Captain Le Wu of the Peoples Liberation Army. Welcome to the Peoples Republic of China!"
"Sgt. David Fritz, Colonial Marine Corps." He could hear fighting in the distance. "Are the aliens in the city?"
Captain Wu nodded. "Yes, they are in Beijing. They have dug in and are difficult to get them out. The chap jong's have even turned our Tiananmen Square into a place of abomination."
"Abomination?"
The Captain nodded. "It is where they are collecting the children for enslavement."
"Frak That!" The Sgt. looked behind him. Half the regiment was now on the ground. "Sir, lets go talk to the Colonel. We Colonials have a problem with frakers who abuse children."
Captian Wu gave a single nod. "As do we. We would welcome your help in liberating the children and then our city."
Archangel Bomber 439, Marinestar Oden's Chariot
Launch plus three minutes
Major Gregory Steal pulled the stick quickly to the left to avoid the enemy triple A. He then jerked the bomber back to the right, bringing him back on target. "How we doing Shells?"
His ECO adjusted the Dradis view to show the target relative to the incoming bomber. "Two minutes to target!"
The Major tightened his grip on the stick and kept maneuvering his craft. Enemy surface to air missiles joined the already heavy AA fire. This was not to mention enemy fighters that were being engaged by Marine Vipers. It was turning into a real fur ball in the sky's of Earth.
Speaking of which, his co pilot exclaimed, "Shit! There goes our Viper escort!" The
Major had also witnessed the death of the two Vipers. "Gunny, look sharp, we are about to have unwanted guests!"
The Gunny in the back grunted. He did a quick survey. The Archangel bomber had four CEW batteries, aft, top, bottom and one in the nose controlled by the co-pilot. These guns fired 80 millimeter depleted uranium shells at a reciprocal rate of 5000 rounds a minute, that were specifically designed to push through hardened Cylon ground bunkers. Against aircraft…well overkill is a massive understatement. Each battery sported twin cannons, were motor controlled and equipped with dradis targeting systems.
On the flip side, fighters tend to move a speeds not easily matched by bombers. Thus making target acquisition very difficult. Still, be stupid enough to get in their sites and you will be spending quality time with your deity's the very next minute. As was proved by three arrogant Calimar pilots that mistook the bomber for a soft target.
The Gunny looked at his own dradis and grinned. "Now that is more like it!"
"Lets not get cocky!" Yelled the major. "Another flight of those bitches are about to jump us!"
Another voice came across the radio in ancient Kobolian. "Colonial craft, this is Blue Leader. We are thirty seconds from your position coming in on your three o'clock."
"Blue Leader, this is Archangel 439 of the Marinestar Oden's Chariot, call sign Knockers, please clarify your last transmission."
"Knockers, this is Blue Leader, call sign Mustang. We are a flight of seven F-30 Eagle II air superiority fighters out of Edwards AFB. We will get the bandits off your back."
"Ten seconds to weapons release!" Yelled the navigator. The major concentrated on flying his plane as Earth fighters screamed by, engaging the incoming enemy. "Guided bombs away! Three CB-105 bunker busters fell out of the open weapons bay of the Archangel. Boosters ignited in the back of the bombs pushing them into ten times the speed of sound. While they were non nuclear, the effect of them connecting on the concentration of enemy ground units was almost as devastating with three miniature mushroom clouds blooming.
Shouting erupted between the Earther pilots for a few minutes until the Major could once again hear ancient Kobolian. "Blue leader to Knockers. I told my fight that there is no radiation. Please tell me I am not a lair and you did not just nuke my homeland."
"Relax Mustang. The bombs are non nuclear. It is their speed combined with their warheads that create the appearance of a nuke. That said, you don't want to be within a quarter kilometer of one when it goes off ."
"Shit. Remind me not to piss you Colonials off." More Earth language came across the line and then Mustang was back on the line. "Knockers, I have just received a tasking request, however my flight is down to air to air only."
One target was just as good as the next and besides, he had orders to help his Earth brothers if the opportunity arouse. "What is the target?"
"An enemy command and control bunker set up in the Hollywood hills. If you are willing…"
The major responded. "Lead the way."
Battlestar Pacifica CIC
Earth Orbit
Half the lights were out and the rest were flickering. It was hell fighting the old girl with her electronics on the fritz.
"We just lost dradis again!"
Commander Tigh yelled. "GET IT THE FRAK BACK UP, NOW!" The old Battlestar shook with another hit. He turned to his XO. "Damage report!"
"We have fires in the starboard flight pod, fire crews are still battling the flames. We also have haul breaches on decks three, five, nine and ten. We are down to seven KEW batteries and the port missile tubes are gone. Electronics are out and the starboard flight pod has gone dark. We can't land craft not to mention launch."
Tigh grunted. "Redirect our wings to Galactica."
"Already done sir. We also have radiation on decks seven through eleven, forward of frame 156 to 23. Those areas have been evacuated."
"Dradis is back." Another warhead hit the Battlestar, causing more damage. The XO turned to Tigh. "Sir, she can't take much more of this."
"Then we need to end it." He looked up at the Dradis. "It looks like only two Calimar ships are in our area." He picked up a grower phone. "Any viper pilot at 219 Karam zero eight, this is Pacifica Actual."
"Pacifica Actual, this is Apollo."
"Major, can you see the condition of the enemy vessels at 218 Karam zero nine?"
"Yes Pacifica Actual. The port one is listing to starboard and has fires on half its decks. The starboard one is banged up but is still operational. It is from this ship that you are taking hits from."
"Thank you Apollo. Pacifica Actual out." Tigh turned to his XO. "How many nukes do we have left?"
"Four sir."
"Are the starboard tubes still operational?"
"More or less."
"Excellent, then load the last of our nukes and target those frakers." Tigh pointed at the two enemy vessels on the dradis.
"YES SIR!" The XO picked up his own phone headset. "Load tubes three trough six with nuclear ordinance. All hands stand by for nuclear missile launch!"
Tigh watched and waited till he could launch his last shot. Suddenly the enemy ships disappeared from dradis.
"SIR! The Calimar…"
"I see it! Frak!"
Battlestar Galactica CIC
Admiral Adama watched as the enemy fleet jumped out. "Dee get me Oden's Chariot."
"Yes sir."
"Oden's Chariot this is Galactica Actual."
"Galactica Actual, this is Oden Actual, go ahead."
"General, what is the situation on the ground?"
"Sir, our forces are linking up with local Earth Units and are pushing enemy forces out of the major cities. We have also been successful in breaking up most major enemy units of strength and have liberated over seventy camps where they were enslaving our brothers. Current estimates put enemy strength at about two divisions but scattered across the planet."
Adama frowned at the thought of the slave centers. "Do we know if the enemy was able to take any of their hostages off planet?"
"We don't have a count, but indicates are affirmative. I have given divisional intelligence orders to secure any an all enemy records of opportunity. We have taken approximately seven thousand enemy POWs."
"And the Earthers?"
"Not so much. My information is that our Earth brothers are not inclined to provide the enemy any quarter."
Adama frowned but really could not hold the Earthers to blame. If the Calimar had visited Caprica he would wipe them out to the man. "Very well. Continue your efforts and provide the locals all possible support. We need the planet secure as soon as possible. I don't know when the rest of our fleet will be here and we can't count on the enemy not coming back.
"Yes sir!"
"Galactica Actual out." He turned to his communications officer. "Dee, can you get me in touch with anyone on the surface."
"Yes sir. We currently have a connection to a facility that is called "Noraid". Dee frowned convinced she got the pronunciation wrong. "A General Patrick Fitzgerald commands the facility and he is also in command of something called the NATO alliance. He has a translator that speaks ancient Kobolian. The facilities call sign is Crystal Palace."
Adama nodded. "Put me through Dee."
"Yes sir." Dee pushed a few buttons. "Crystal Palace, Crystal Palace, this is the Battlestar Galactica."
"Battlestar Galactica, this is Crystal Palace."
"Crystal Palace, my CO requests communications with Crystal Palace Actual."
"Galactica, do you mean our CO?" The speaker sounded confused with the Colonial Naval designations for commanding officers.
"That is affirmative."
"Stand by Galactica." A few seconds later a foreign voice came on the line spoke, after which the Earth officers words were translated into ancient Kobolian. "This is General Patrick Fitzgerald of the North American Aerospace Defense Command. "
Adama picked up the line. "General Fitzerald, this is Vice Admiral William Adama of the Colonial Navy. I have assumed command of what's left of the Colonial Fleet."
"Admiral Adama. On behalf of the people of Earth I thank….That is….Admiral, words can not possibly express my gratitude for what you and yours have down for me and mine. The Earth is in your debt."
"General there is no debt between brothers. I am positive that if the roles were reversed, Earth would equally come to the side of her sister Colonies."
There was silence at the other end. Adama was about to turn to Dee to see if they had lost the General, when he spoke once again. "None the less, if the Kobolians are ever in need and it is within our power, then you shall have it."
"General, things are stable up here for the moment. I suggest we met to discuss what we should do next."
"Agreed."