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 6
Forward US Army Command Post
State of Kentucky
United States of America
Earth, Sol System
Aprilis 4, YR98 (Colonial Calendar)
June 12, 2065 (Earth Calendar)
0830 Hours GMT
Starbuck put her service pistol to the head of the alien. "Hi there. I would suggest you stop moving and surrender. On the other hand, you frackers shot down my Viper, so by all means, give me a fracken reason!"
The alien knew he was beat. Truth was the Calimar had lost this battle when the human bombers destroyed his unit's armor. He slowly put his rifle on the ground and put his hands on his head. Starbuck smirked. "Good choice". She startled when one of her Earth brothers walked right up, snarled and put a bullet in the things head.
She looked up with just a bit of shock as she watched the Earther snarled and spit on the dead alien. Then he looked over at her, said something in his own language then walked off. She whispered, "frack."
"You can say that again." Came from behind her. Starbuck looked over and came to attention, saluting smartly. "Sir!"
Admiral Helena Cain walked up and looked down on the dead monstrosity. "As you were lieutenant…?"
"Lieutenant Kara Thrace, sir! Battlestar Galactica."
Cain looked back up and studied the pilot for a few minutes. "Shot down?"
Thrace had a moment of embarrassment. "Yes sir."
Cain snorted. "Don't worry about it Lieutenant. Hades knows I certainly have no room to talk."
"Sir."
"I had a Battlestar shot to hell right under my feet. Then had the joy of a raptor coming apart around me, before kissing the dirt. If I didn't know any better, I would say I annoyed the Lords this morning." She looked down and sneered. "Then again, we humans seem to attract fracked up enemies."
Starbuck snorted. "Yes sir, we do." A gun shot drew both of their attentions to see another Earther executing a Calimar. "Sir, should we be…"
Cain put a hand on Starbucks shoulder. "I wouldn't Lieutenant. Our Earth brothers are fracked off. Not that I blame them. From what I understand, enough prisoners have been captured by the fleet to satisfied those obsessive compulsives in Intelligence. Besides, after what I have seen, I am tempted to dispense some justice myself."
Starbuck could only nod to that. "Yes sir."
A marine made his way over to the two women. "Sir."
Cain looked over. "Report Alvins."
Sgt Alvins lowered his salute. "Galactica is sending a Raptor down for you. Admiral Adama is going to meet with Earth's commanding officer and requests your presence."
Cain nodded. "Very well. Lieutenant Trace, I would like you to accompany me."
"Sir?"
"You flew against the enemy, we are going to need your insights. Besides, with the mood our brothers are in…"She gave a nod of her head towards some Earth Soldiers that were beating the crap out of a Calimar… "I think we should remove any Colonials from the immediate area." She turned to the Sargent. "Alvin's. There are about a total of fourteen Colonials on this base. Radio Galactica and have them send down enough Raptors for a total extraction."
"Yes sir." The sergeant started to turn as Cain called to him. "Oh Alvins?" "Yes sir?" "How's the boy?" "Still Sleeping Admiral."
She nodded as the sergeant walked off. Starbuck turned and asked. "A boy sir?"
Cain turned to the Viper pilot. "A war orphan that has attached himself to me. A Story for another time." She looked back over to the Earthers and narrowed her eyes. "I've seen this before. Its going to get worse before it gets better. Gather our people Lieutenant. I want to be out of here before the Earther's run out of aliens to butcher and decide to turn to us for further sport."
Area 51
State of Nevada
United States of America
Earth, Sol System
Aprilis 4, YR98 (Colonial Calendar)
June 12, 2065 (Earth Calendar)
0915 Hours GMT
Fires were burning everywhere, from equipment, vehicles, buildings and aircraft. Both human and Calimar bodies littered the ground all over the top-secret base. The few survivors left were left, had taken shelter in the main hanger. A rather large man in a dark suit was checking over an older man in a suit. "Sir, I need you to stay awake."
The older man blinked and weakly replied. "I am still here. Any luck?"
"Miller thinks he has the radio almost fixed. He is going to try in a few minutes."
The older man turned to look at a much younger man across the hanger.
That younger man, finished fiddling with the wires and tried the mic. "This is Special Agent Timothy Miller of the United States Secret Service to anyone on this net. Please respond."
After a few minutes of stactic a voice responded. "This is the communications officer of the Colonial Marinestar Camden…"
Marinestar Camden
Earth Orbit
Sol System
A few minutes later
The Lieutenant frowned at the response he just received from the Earther. "Stand by Agent Miller." He looked across the CIC to the XO. "Colonel Tams, sir!"
The Colonel made his way over. "What do you have Otton?"
"Sir, we are receiving a transmission from an Agent Miller. He says is an officer is something called the Secrecy Service of the States Union."
"Secrecy Service?" What the frack was that, wondered the Colonel. The Lietenant shrugged. "My Kobolian is rusty, I might not be saying it right, sir."
The Colonel nodded. "Well what does he want?"
"He says that he has the President and is requesting medical…."
The Colonel's eyes went up. "The President? I wonder if it is that is the same as… Wait. How do we know if this is the truth?"
"He said if we could contact military authorities on Earth, he has authentication codes. Sir, Galactica is in contact with a senior military command center…"
"Hold that thought Lieutenant." The Colonel quickly went over to his commanding officer and briefed the General. Both men quickly made their way over to the coms station. The General spoke. "Otton, put me in contact with Crystal Palace Actual, now!"
"Yes sir. Crystal Palace, Crystal Palace. This is the Colonial Marinestar Camden."
"Colonial Marinestar this is Crystal Palace."
"Crystal Palace, we have Priority Red traffic for Crystal Palace Actual." The Lieutenant quickly realized his counterpart probally did not know what a Priority Red was. "Um…Priority Red is the most urgent actionable information in Colonial Fleet talk."
"Stand by…"
"This is the commanding officer of Crystal Palace to the Marinestar Camden. I under stand you have critic traffic for this station."
The General picked up the mic. "Crystal Palace Actual, this is Camden Actual. We are receiving a transmission from someone claiming to be an agent in your Secrecy Service. They say they have your President. We need to know if this person is who they say they are."
The General waited for the shock he was sure his Earth counterparts were experiencing. His lieutenant looked up to him. "Sir, if I may say, your ancient Kobolian is much better than mine."
The General nodded. "Once upon a time I wanted to be a lawyer." The Earther was back. "Marinestar Camden. Can you tie us on the same transmission as the Secret Service Agent."
The General gave the Lieutenant a nod. He listened to the rapid speech between the two Earthers and what was obviously challenge codes and responses. After a few minutes, the Earth commander addressed the General. "Marinestar Camden. Agent Miller is authenticated. He is with our President. We don't have any birds in the area…"
"Standby…" The General turned to the Colonel. "We have 4 assault shuttles with viper escorts about 10 minutes from the transmission…"
The General gave a sharp nod. "Do it!" He pressed the mic again. "Gentlemen. The Colonial Marines are on their way."
Area 51
State of Nevada
United States of America
Earth, Sol System
Aprilis 4, YR98 (Colonial Calendar)
June 12, 2065 (Earth Calendar)
0935 Hours GMT
Agent Miller made his way over to his boss and the President. "Sir. Our new allies are sending in an extraction."
The senior agent and head of the Presidential Detail nodded and leaned down to address his Principle. "Sir, help is on its way. You just need to hang in there."
The President opened his eyes. "Who?" Whispered the President."
Miller responded. "Our new allies, sir. They call themselves the Colonials. They are the ones that attacked the Calimar."
The senior agent turned his head to strange engine noises and noticed incoming aircraft. "I think they are here."
A few minutes latter foreign language could be heard. If the Americans could understood, they would have heard. "COLONIAL MARINES! COLONIAL MARINES!"
The other agents started to reach for their weapons as armed men stormed the hanger. The senior agent yelled. "Stand down! They are friendly's."
Seeing only fellow humans, the Colonial CO ordered his men to lower their rifles. He asked a question that the senior agent did not understand but assumed the meaning correctly and pointed to the President. "He is the President."
Medics rushed up to the man on the ground and started working on him. After a few minutes, the Colonial CO, a major, asked. "So, what's the word?"
"He has lost a lot of blood. I think there are internal injuries and both his legs are broken."
"Can we move him?"
"Yes sir. The sooner we get him to the hospital ship the better."
"Make it happen."
A sergeant asked. "Do we also take the others?"
The major replied. "From what I understand, they are the equivalent of the Presidential Guard. Could you see the Guard allowing Adar going anywhere without them?"
NORAD, Cheyenne Mountain
Colorado
United States of America
Earth, Sol System
Aprilis 4, YR98 (Colonial Calendar)
June 12, 2065 (Earth Calendar)
1130 Hours GMT
Adama stepped out of the Raptor. Vipers flew overhead as he made his way over to the waiting delegation. He made his way over and saluted the man he assumed was General Fritzgerald. "Vice Admiral William Adama, Colonial Navy."
Another officer spoke quietly to the General, who quickly replied with his own salute and in his own language. After a few seconds both men lowered their arms and the officer address Adama. "Admiral Adama, sir. I am Captain Wayne Jacobs, United States Air Force. With your permission, I will serve as translator between you and the General. Sir, this is General Patrick Fritzerald, United States Air Force and commanding office of the North American Aerospace Defense Command."
"Understood Captain. Please tell the General, that despite the circumstances, I am pleased to meet him."
"The General replies the same. Sir, we should head into the mountain. We should not risk you or the General out in the open like this."
Adama gave a quick survey of the area. "Do you believe there are Calimar nearby?"
"No sir, but why take the risk."
"I agree." With that the party walked down the long tunnel to a huge blast door. "Captain, if its not violating your security, could you tell me about this place?"
After getting permission from the General, the Captain replied. "Yes sir. Its not exactly a secret, as most of the world knows about NORAD. NORAD is short for North American Aerospace Defence Command. NORAD is a joint venture between the United States and Canada to defend North America from nuclear attack. It was initially set up during our Cold War with Russia. The mountain is only one aspect and was home to the Cheyenne Mountain Operations Center (CMOC). There are fifteen buildings in the mountain and was designed to survive a nuclear attack."
Adama interrupted. "If I may, what are these United States and Russia."
"They are nations of Earth sir. Earth has over two hundred nations."
"There is not a centralized government?"
"No sir. There are international organizations, such as the United Nations. However, the individual countries don't always get along." The Captain thought for a moment. "This invasion may change that."
Adama nodded, thinking that the Colonies didn't really come together until the Cylons nearly wiped them out. He started listening to the captain again.
"Cheyenne Mountain turned into a back up command center shortly after the turn of the century and NORAD was ran out of Peterson AFB. When the Calimar attacked, it was decided to relocate here as it is still American's most protected site."
They had just stepped off a second elevator when Adama asked. "How far down are we?"
"1500 feet sir." They walked into a conference room and sat down.
The General addressed Adama through the translator. "Before we get started, may I ask the condition of the President?"
"He is currently aboard our hospital ship and is still in surgery. I understand that he has multiple internal injuries and it will be sometime before we know more definitively. I am sorry I do not have better news General."
The man just gave a weary nod. "At least he is alive. Many can not claim the same." The General closed his eyes for a brief moment then reopened them and focused on Amada. "Admiral Adama. Once again, on behalf of a grateful world, thank you for all that you have done."
Knowing that the other man would continue, Adama accepted with a nod. "I would do the same for any human world. General, my officers believe that with the exception of a few stragglers here and there, the Calimar presence on Earth has been neutralized. Do you concur?"
"Yes Admiral, my people believe the same. I understand you have taken prisoners."
Adama gave a short nod. "Yes and with all due respect, we are not going to turn them over."
The General held up his hand. "I understand. I know what my people are doing. Personally, I don't give a damn if all the Calimar are wiped out. On the other hand, we need intelligence, so its better that they are in your custody. I'll issue orders for my people to keep away from your POW camps."
"Thank you General. I in turn will share any intelligence we may have." Adama considered his next words then proceeded. "Along those lines, you should know that Colonial Intelligence believes that Earth Children were taken with the Calimar when they fled the system."
The General gave a short nod. "We unfortunately agree." He took a deep breath. "Its going to be a problem as Earth does not have interstellar ships, let alone warships. Your people have already done so much for us and I really don't have the right to ask, but would you consider assisting us in building ships that can go after our kids."
Adama smiled. "I can do better. The Colonial government quickly realized that Earth would need help getting started with a defense fleet. We brought along ships that had been decommissioned but we give you a good start at learning how to handle modern warships. We lost a couple, and most are in need of time in a dock but they work and will be an excellent way to accelerate your learning. In addition, we brought a mobile shipyard called a construction yard that you can use as the basis of an orbital yard. General Fritzerald, I now turn command of Battlestar Group 75 over to you."