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"Talking"
"Thinking"
"Wireless/communication"
"Speaking in a different language"
"Reading a text"
Chapter twelve: The Living legend, Part two
Day 83 since the Colonial exodus, Earth date 17th of April, year 2378, Federation / Colonial rescue fleet
Their taskforce had regrouped, fixed the damage that was taken and found the rebel Cylon fleet that too had jumped away to a different system, to avoid the nuclear blast engulfing them.
A disarmed heavy raider landed on the Bismarck, its passengers, after disembarking, being escorted to the command center.
"So, an Earth ship?" The Three of the group said. "Have to say, smaller than I expected."
"Still, they lost nothing and did considerable damage to Cavil's side." A Two remarked. "They are technological impressive."
"Yes. And now they are working together with the Colonials. This can turn into a shit show for us, so please, D'Anna, control yourself." A Three told their leader.
Once they arrived, the four of them were motioned to take a seat. They were now seated around the planning table in the command center. Adama, Hauaman and Sek'Ris were across them with the military security personnel also remaining in the room."Talk."
That was the only word Bill had to say. He was humoring them. This was charity from his side. But he had a limit to how far he'd be willing to go.
"First off, Admiral, thank you for your assistance..."
"Cut the formalities. You know what we want. We want to evacuate our people as fast as possible. And we want the arrow of Apollo and the coordinates for the Tomb of Athena. Those are not negotiable. You help us with that, we can talk about your needs."
He was direct. He didn't show signs of hatred, but if you could read the atmosphere, he didn't have much sympathy for them.
"Right. As you wish." She, without saying, gave the Six in the group the go ahead to explain the situation.
The Six pointed at the memory chip they brought with them. "If you could... link it with your ship's computers, the data there will show you everything."
Bill didn't respond, but the technicians hooked it up to an independent terminal to inspect it first.
"We're not so stupid to try to infect you, if we need you..." The Eight remarked once they realized what they were doing.
"Pardon me if I don't take your word for it." Was Bill's response.
Once it was cleared, they copied the information. It contained the tactical information on what the rebel Cylons knew on Cavils locations, forces and detailed data on the Cylon home world and Colony ship.
The Cylon home world was a fortress planet. In space, there wasn't much in the way of defenses, except the fleet of basestars that were there permanently. There the Cylons had their own version of a Scorpia shipyard, only much more expansive. The real issue was the planet. Since it was chosen during the first war, when only centurions were in charge of the Cylon civilization, they choose a barren planet as their HQ. It was off the Colonial grid, had much in the way of natural resources and since the centurions didn't care about air or food, it was ideal. It was here that the Cylons managed to construct their entire industry. But when the plan was enacted to 'deal' with the Colonials, they knew they'd need a mobile HQ for any potential stragglers. So the Colony ship was build. But that ship could not come close to the importance of this planet. The surface was filled with missile launch sites, fighter bays for thousands of raiders, nuclear silos were so plentiful that they could swarm detonate their orbit. In simple terms, the rebels could take the orbit, but would then be turned to dust from the planet's surface. Most of the infrastructure was under the surface in old lava tubes or mined out caverns. And it was also here where most of the Cylon fleet, HUB and Colony ship included, were made.
So the rebels had the power to take the orbit and if they found a way to keep their fleet alive after that and somehow land sufficient troops on the surface to begin taking over the important facilities, they could introduce a feedback loop on the centurions and raiders of the home world to free them as the others were freed. Most of the raiders and centurions were slaves to the master control facility here, but getting there was almost impossible without losing an arm and a leg.
The rebels made several simulations. In the best case scenario, they lose 55% of everything they have, get the planet, but then with the crippled world and fleet, Cavil stomps on them with the other forces. That is also the only reason Cavil doesn't just use the defense fleet for offensive purposes. He doesn't dare leave the home world so open to attack. And since all humanoids left that planet once the second war began and the world was left in an automated state to continue to produce war materials for the Cylon fleet, there is no insider to help them. The rebels tried to remotely hack the home world master control unit, but Cavil was once again one step ahead of them. He locked them out.
They knew that f the home world is destroyed, Cavil wins. If they don't take it, Cavil wins. So their only option would be to somehow take it and hold it. Or if they could find the Colony ship, destroy that and then destroy the home world. With even that worst case scenario, some of the infrastructure on the planet would survive, as it was underground. And in that scenario, both they and Cavil would be reduced to what they had in their fleets. And then the war for the Cyrannus system would begin, as both sides would then want what was left of the Colonial infrastructure.
The Colonial and Starfleet personnel saw all of this in the information package. There Bill also saw the extensive knowledge the rebels were willing to give. The battle they helped win, was one of many. In the past week, both sides lost in around one third of the entire Cylon military strength. Cavil more, but he could afford to. The rebels had four main forces. The outer force, which they just saved, the Cyrannus force, the HUB force and the support force, which would help and of the other three, if needed. Only this time, that force was already called to reinforce the Cyrannus force, so it could not help this one.
"Explain to me, what you want from us exactly. As you saw, technological advantage or not, only three ships can't guarantee a victory here, not with hundreds of basestars on both sides."
The Six spoke. "These... matter transmission devices..."
"We call them transporters." Hauaman clarified.
"How... fitting. If we could use them to move centurion forces on to the home world, without having to fight, we could take the planet over fast. We..."
"Where is this facility?" Commander Sek'Ris asked.
"Here..." The Six showed them in the data they gave. "Deep underground, under a layer of lead and other heavy metals..."
"Then it's impossible. Neither our nor Starfleet more modern transporters can beam this deep with so many interferences. We could beam you... perhaps seven kilometers deep, assuming there is no jamming or deposits of heavy materials. This facility is emitting much in EM jamming, has heavy materials interrupting and is 10 kilometers deep."
"And even if we could, with so many raiders and basestars in orbit, even our silent running mode would not keep us undetected for long." Hauaman added.
They had to explain that mode to clarify the situation. They also added that they had cloaking capabilities, but then they could not use transporters as long as the cloak is active. Hauaman did however have an idea. The Ares could land on the planet. The only of the three ships that could. They could remained cloaked during this and just 'unload' a sizable number of centurions the old fashioned way. But then they'd be on their own.
The Cylons realized that that would not do, unless they have a way to open one of the entrances without getting spotted. But it was a start at least.
Commander Sek'Ris on the other hand had a more practical idea that could be implemented on the spot. The one huge tactical advantage all of their ships had were long range sensors. They could provide that telemetry to the rebel Cylons. This way they would know where Cavil's forces are moving, intercept them or just avoid them. It was a good idea. But it would be Starfleet that would provide them with a receiver so that they could control the data transmission, not the rebels. If they have any smart ideas of hacking them, the link get's terminated. They understood this security measure, but it did limit them in how much data they could access at any given time. But they had only themselves to blame.
After about an hour of this, Bill wanted to get something in return. He wanted to evacuate the colonies as fast as possible. He wanted to know where the resistance cells were and if the rebels knew of the locations of the hiding fleets.
They had only limited knowledge on the resistance cells, but they gave him what they had. As for the remaining fleets, they really had no clue. When they were still unified, they did find several smaller cells and wiped them out, but they knew that there had to be larger concentrations of surviving ships. The Victory and her attempt at running was one of the clues. While Commander Hasapis gave Bill all he knew about the fleet he left behind, there was no reason to believe that they didn't relocate.
So for now, three things would happen. Once the data link for the FTL sensor information would be established, the Vo'kor would be parked in the barycenter of the Cyrannus system and keep transmitting the data to the rebels. The Ares would use a new approach to combat, when dealing with Cavil's forces, when they are defending.
Day 84 since the Colonial exodus, Earth date 18th of April, year 2378, Federation / Colonial rescue fleet, Tauron orbit
The fleet of basestars that was around the occupied Colonial world, all belonged to Cavil. 11 in total. Tauron was still under his control. Mostly due to the fact that this world had many Colonial military installations that were heavily fortified. The Cylons dealt with the Colonial people a month ago, when their infiltrators sabotaged the filters in the environmental systems, suffocating the defenders. Now these bases were serving Cavil's needs. And they were a reason why he wasn't dislodged from this world yet. It was his last real foothold in Helios Alpha. Unknown to the defenders, the Ares was flying close to each one of the basestars while under cloak. She was nimble and small enough to pull this off. While cloaked, she could not use her weapons, true. But they could drop warheads like mines out of their aft tubes. Adama wasn't willing to use any of their own ammunition anymore, so the Cylon rebels had to provide the warheads themselves. Once delivered, the Starfleet people, after inspecting them to make sure they were not rigged, installed a magnetic system on them to attach themselves to a target after deployment and a remote triggering unit that would also activate the warhead. If turned on before that, the Cylons in orbit would detect the radiation signature. That left one issue, beside making sure they don't bump into a raider patrol. Most of the outer hull of a basestar was organic, so the magnetic system would not lock on and if it was made stronger it could jam the warhead. They would have to fly past a basestar in such a way, that they were close to the middle superstructure, where the upper and lower parts connected. The riskiest place, but it was the only way. And they had to make sure no raider would spot a warhead before they triggered it.
They were at it for two hours, making sure they would get it right. They needed to stop their attempts several times and pull back as a raider patrol either jumped in too close, was on an intercept course or changed the course dangerously close to them.
Sisko was at the tactical, overseeing the last deployment. "All mines are green. All got a good lock."
"Then helm, get some distance between us and the targets, one half impulse. Then..." The ship shook slightly. "What was that?"
Sisko frantically worked on his station to get an answer. "A raider grazed us." He turned the view screen on where a raider with a ripped off wing was spinning out of control and more raiders were launched to investigate what had happened. "Captain, we'd better get out of here fast. With what is coming, something will hit us again."
"Damn. Full impulse then. Have shields ready and prepare to drop the cloak. Contact the other Cylons, they're up."
A few seconds later, as the Ares was still vacating the orbit under cloak, the rebel fleet appeared. Because of this, the raiders that were searching for the cause of one of their own getting damaged, stopped said search and redeployed to fend off the attackers. That was what Hauaman wanted. Once all detected raiders were outside of what Starfleet knew was their DRADIS range, they de-cloaked and triggered the mines. The next second, they did a short warp jump, to avoid the explosion. Not that they were in danger at this distance, with shields now up, but cloaked and no shields, they would be crippled by the blast. And they could now de-cloak without any enemy raiders seeing this and learning of their enemies capabilities.
As the rebels began cleaning up the surviving raiders, all sides still kept some distance to the blast zone, to avoid the larger basestar pieces ramming into them.
It took around 30 minutes for the area to clear sufficiently for the rebel fleet to establish complete control. Two times a Cavil force jumped in to reinforce their own, only to see that there was nothing to reinforce. So they left as fast as they came.
The rebels now began strategic bombardment of Cavil strongholds on the planet, but left the Ares to deal with the main bunker. The Starfleet ship positioned itself above the target area and opened fire with two focused blue beams of phaser energy. Starfleet weapons, like most of the alien civilizations they met, had far greater piercing power and so could overwhelm shields or armor faster than the Cylons or Colonials ever could. But they also lacked any massive WMD weapons to clean up space of larger fighter formations, since there weren't many civilizations out there that used fighters to such extent.
15 seconds of phaser fire burrowed a shaft halfway to the bunker in the mountain side. After the short recharge cycle was done, they fired again, this time it was less effective as it had a layer of iron ore to pass through. It took another burst to complete the attack. The rebels could have taken the bunker by force, but they knew Cavil all too good. n the case of repurposed human equipment, he would employ scorched earth policy. So they let the Ares not just overwhelm the place, but remove it completely. The last thing the Ares did before letting the rebels nuke the newly made entrance to the bunker, was to enlarge the entrance with a single torpedo strike. Then the basestars launched several single warhead nukes to finish off the job.
So now Cavil lost all footholds in Helios Alpha and his control center of Tauron was gone. And the rebels suffered no losses aside a few raiders.
The operation went so well that they would try the same with Leonis and Virgon soon. In Helios Beta, Cavil was in charge. So if any Colonials wanted to be evacuated, they would need the orbits clear of his influence first.
Day 84 since the Colonial exodus, Earth date 18th of April, year 2378, Federation / Colonial rescue fleet, Caprica orbit
So with Alpha clear, the Bismarck jumped into Caprica orbit. The rebels had the most knowledge about human resistance cells on this world. So Bill would talk to them himself.
They beamed down in a clearing close to the resistance base where the rebels informed Adama that a Final Five was as well as Helo apparently. Bill was in his uniform and had a four man armed escort.
The perimeter guards noticed them and alerted everyone. As Helo and several others took a look at what was going on, Helo got them to stand down. "Frak me, how... it's the Commander."
They let them in, but still kept a close eye on them as they didn't know what to make out of this. Helo and Sam told the others what had happened and that apparently there was a second Earth out there.
As Helo saluted Bill and he returned the gesture, Bill also let him hug him. "Sir, how... I mean, not that we're not glad to see you..."
"A long story, Lt. Agathon. We need to talk." He spotted Sam. "All of us." The tone with which he said that indicated to the two of them that he knew.
"Is there any place we could talk. I will also need the contact information you use to get a hold of any fleet resistance members."
One of the people in the back responded to this. "Sir, we have been evacuating people but some planets are still blockaded..."
"Yes, and the people that did make it are now stuck at the hiding spots..." Someone else added.
"We are aware of the situation. We are beginning to clear the orbits of all besieged worlds. We also have an end goal as well as a temporary place to be safe and rest. Now, where can we talk?"
They took them to their planning room, which was just a repurposed manager's office, now filled with old fashioned paper maps.
It took an hour but Bill got a picture of the situation. This cell had only one evacuation left to do and Caprica is human free, except for some stragglers here or there that went so far off the grid that finding them is pointless. It would be better or worse on the other planets. And now Cavil's forces were destroying or sabotaging the remaining landing areas with the civilian ships.
They'd have to do one planet at a time, get as much fuel and food with them to sustain them until they can gather the entire fleet, escort it to Settlement and then, and only then, help the rebels with their issue. Their main issue. Bill made this clear to them, when he spoke with Spartacus and the other Primes on the HUB hours ago.
They would also take whatever useful hardware with them, military one included. But they'd need to do it without Cavil wising up to them. In the end, he got them to give him the coordinates they contacted a raptor from time to time. So he had a way to contact the military remnant. He hoped.
"Now, time for all of you to evacuate as well. You did all you can."
"Sir... there is one more issue to address..."
They led him down the corridor in the repurposed building. There they had the makeshift living rooms, such as they were. But one was locked and with a guard to boot.
As they stepped inside, Bill saw Sharon, sitting on the carpet on the floor, meditating, as it seemed. "Care to explain this to me? Why hasn't this model Eight been returned to the Cylons? "
Helo was getting ready to, in an awkward way, to explain this to him, but one of the guards just said it out loud. "The bitch's knocked up. And she and her guy want her to stay here."
Helo glared at that person, but she didn't care. Half of them didn't care how Helo felt.
"What? How did this happen? And yes, I know how it should happen, between humans. But... how?"
Helo sighed. "Sir... it, just happened. We were on the run from the main Cylon force. She abandoned their plan for me and well, things happened."
Adama now narrowed his eyes as he looked at Karl. "You? Are you fraking kidding me?" He looked back and forth between them. "You're not. So what was your plan here, Lieutenant? Hope she gets a ride on a ship where the people don't know her face?"
"Sir..."
"Quiet! I'm not done yet. I have my personal reasons, and scarring tissue to not trust this model. What was your plan here?! Well?"
Helo gulped. "I had no real plan, sir. Just to survive."
"A shitty plan. You of all people, Lt. Agathon..." He nodded to his guards who went to restrain Sharon. "She'll come with us then. But her going with us to the fleet is not yet decided. I'm only doing this for two reasons, Lieutenant. One, you are a man of integrity. And I hope you remained that way. Two, believe it or not, scientific needs. If her kid is a human - Cylon mix, perhaps this can be used for the rebels somehow. And I can only imagine how Cavil would want it, since the HUB is off line. Now..." He nodded again and his escorts put a marker on Sharon and Karl. "Everyone else get your gear ready. We're getting you off this rock. The two of you will go ahead. Samuel Anders, we have to talk in private as well."
His guards contacted the Bismarck and Karl and Sharon disappeared in blue particles. He told the resistance members of their movement method, but until now, they all thought he was off his chair. Bill then waited for him and Sam to be left alone as his guards closed the door. "Now, Final Five named Samuel Anders, I heard much about your exploits in the past few minutes. I also heard how you shot the rebels down to join them. All of this is pointing to the fact that your loyalties lie with us. That said, I'm still conflicted, as my best friend turned out to be one of you. So right now I don't know if I want to shake your hand or to punch your teeth in. So, for now, I'll go along as if you're on our side. Including not telling anyone here what you really are. If you give me any reason to doubt you..."
Sam nodded nervously. "Understood, sir."
While the remaining resistance members were now being beamed onto the Bismarck with the few resources of value they had, Sharon and Karl were in the ship's sickbay, getting checked up by Manor. And one man and only one man was there to keep an eye on Sharon while the medical staff was working.
As she stood up from the table that had her in the imaging chamber a few seconds ago and she returned to Karl's side, Manor inspected the scan. "Interesting. Young lady, would you mind if I can take a sample of your embryonic fluid?"
"What for?" Karl would defend her, if needed.
"It could give me a clue as to why this... miracle worked with the two of you. Of course a direct tissue sample would be even better. It could even help me further develop the medicine we used in Starfleet."
Sharon didn't want to be a Guinea pig. "Why would Earth need such medicine?"
Manor, while still inspecting the data and making sense of it, responded. "You are the first case of a human making a baby with an artificially grown organism. Yes, I call you artificially, cause you are, I'm not going to sugar coat this. That said, you two aren't the only ones that managed to make a hybrid baby."
They all learned about aliens from the rebels, but... "Wait, you mean that Earth humans had procreated with aliens?"
"In a few instances. I heard this Baltar person is particularly interested in the mating part. Of course he only got slapped for his trouble. But we did have to develop medicine to make the DNA compatible. Oh..."
"What?" Sharon didn't like that.
"Your fetus is OK, it's the womb that is the issue. The placenta... how..." He turned to her. Then eyed Hill. "Do we have a Cylon on the ship, I mean besides my patient here."
"I think so."
"Get someone who knows about biology down here."
"What is it!?" Sharon wanted to know.
"It can wait for a minute." Hill contacted the command center and they had several rebels there that were discussing the situation with Kara and Bill. They did send one person down. A brown haired Six entered the room with her MACO escort. "I'm Natalie, what seems to be... Oh, Sharon."
"Natalie." She acknowledged her presence. "Now, Doctor, what is wrong!?"
Manor motioned Natalie to see the data from the scans herself. "The placenta... It's not good."
"No duh. How could you people copy human DNA and anatomy so perfectly, even improve upon it, but fuck up this badly with the reproductive system. The placenta is the life support system for the baby and... just look at it!" He returned to Sharon's bed. "Lie down."
"What..."
"Just do it!" She looked at Natalie for guidance and she nodded in confirmation.
He pulled her shirt up and palpated her abdomen. Then he took his hand held scanner. "This is bad. The placenta is losing the grip on the womb wall. If that happens, the baby is dead."
"What!?"
"Relax. According to the scans, it won't happen for a few months. But now I need the tissue from the baby, the placenta and the fluid. As well as a DNA sample from you and the daddy."
Natalie was now across the table. "Can you help her?"
"I sure as hell will try. I never had to do it on a Cylon before. As said, you people made the sex organs perfect, except for their main purpose, procreation. Like a mule. Can't have babies. OK, DNA samples first, then samples of the tissue. And this won't hurt, I'll give you a sedative. Natalie, is it? You can assist me and the nurse. And to also tell your people that I'm not sabotaging anything here. And once we take the blood from baby daddy, he goes out, too many people here already."
A few minutes later, Sharon was sedated and Karl was kicked out so to speak. He noticed Shaw and a guard there. "Em, excuse me..."
"Lt. Agathon, I presume?"
"Em, yes?"
"Captain Shaw. Security. Formerly of the battlestar Pegasus. You're coming with me."
"But..."
"Did I stutter? The Cylon is in no danger in there, unfortunately." She didn't hide her distain for them. "And you can come on your own two feet or be dragged. Your choice."
Which meant he had no choice. So he reluctantly went with them. "One question, if I may."
"Only one."
"If you got two guards for me, why only one for... well, two Cylons in their medical facility?"
"Captain Hill can handle them."
"What? How?"
"He already did it in combat. He is an Augment. Genetically enhanced human. Stronger and faster than a toaster. So as stated, he can handle them."
Karl was at a loss for words. What was happening here?
While Karl was getting interrogated and the rest of the resistance members were moved to the mess hall for evaluation and a meal before they get a medical check, Bill was discussing the next step with the rebel leader for Helios Alpha. And what would follow after this. They got the data analyzed on what the resistance cell on Cparica knew and got a set of coordinates. Two jumps from the Cyrannus system. A red dwarf system of no real value. But it did have three ice giants orbiting it. Perfect hiding spots.
Day 84 since the Colonial exodus, Earth date 18th of April, year 2378, Federation / Colonial rescue fleet, red dwarf system
After jumping to the location, they cloaked and began scanning the planets. They wanted a sign of any raptor movement. Or anything else that was artificial.
It took a few hours, but they did spot several raptors ascending from two different ice giants. They de-cloaked close to one to be spotted and contacted them. After the initial shock wore off, they landed and inspected that Bill was who he claimed he was and that this was not an elaborate trap. Then they took off, with Bill on the raptor, to descent back into the clouds of the planet. Bill decided to play it safe and to not approach a refugee fleet with a combat ship, but to let them make up their own minds on what was and wasn't right.
As the raptor pierced the upper clouds and went deeper into the atmosphere, a fleet began forming in the view range. Some were even the civilian ships he got a list off from the resistance members. As well as several Valkyries around the perimeter. And they had nothing bigger than that, military wise.
Once landed on the lead ship, the Storm, Bill and the Commander of that ship had a long talk. After they inspected him and took the paper files he brought with him for them to inspect.
It took some convincing, but having Hawks with him really helped a lot. For this instance, Hawks was moved to the Bismarck as the officers here knew him so they'd have less issues trusting him.
All in all, within 24 hours, all remnant fleets were contacted and now Bill had a better picture. Of what was out here, what could be salvaged and what had to be done to make it so. The three remaining Helios systems would be cleaned of Cavil's filth in the orbits, all it would take is time and the Ares doing her thing. As long as it worked.
So Bill had a plan, of sorts. Use the resistance cells plans and implement them as fast as possible. Grab as many landed civilian ships on a planet after orbital control is made. Take as much food and fuel with them as they can and move the survivors to one of the safe locations. During this, when they go from system to system, the Ares and Vo'kor would keep doing what they do to help the rebels. Then begin grabbing any military hardware that they could. That was still in one piece. Including anything of value in space that the Cylons left behind as bait to lure any survivors to those locations. Then once 99% of people are finally evacuated, all the fleets group up to one spot and the Bismarck guides them past Kobol to their hiding spot.
But during all of this, they'd need to find a way to grab the home world. And the rebels also informed Adama of one more issue. When they returned to the Cyrannus system, they bypassed Kobol. So they never spotted the fleet around Kobol. Cavil claimed it as his outer base of operations.
They only confirmed that info when a few raider scouts went to inspect that system. The one Cavil they captured, gave them that info. For a Cavil, he was more cooperative, than the rebels ever thought he would be. He and the Four in their ranks were a real anomaly and they kept them under surveillance as no one really trusted them.
Kara entered the mess hall after half the day not getting any rest. Karl and Sharon were there, under observation by Hill in the table next to them. She grabbed a plate, as she was saving her replicator rations, went past Hill and fist bumped him. "So, how are they?"
"In denial. Have a seat."
"How about you come with me and we join them?"
He shrugged and took his coffee with him.
"Karl. Eight." Kara greeted them as she sat down.
"My name is Sharon."
"I knew a Sharon once. She shot the old man."
"That wasn't me."
"Really? Seen a mirror latley?"
"Kara..."
"And you, Helo. For frak's sake!"
"Kara..."
"I don't know and to be honest, don't care what the two of you went through, but... gods!"
Hill was quietly sipping his coffee while watching this drama.
"Would you say something, Hill!"
"Nothing for me to say. I don't know either of them."
Kara rolled her eyes. "Enhanced my ass."
"You could try it out. Say that then."
"Oh, you flirt! You flirt with me and Shaw with you."
"A perfect triangle."
"Oh frak off. Can we get back to the topic of these two!"
"Yes, we can. Kara, lighten up. Manor made the DNA analysis. And you know what, I will tell this to all of you. You two and that baby in her are a one in a million fluke. Manor found so many flaws in the Cylon DNA mostly associated with your enhancements. The Final Five, since they lack them and were actually born, they can have kids. But since someone wanted all of you to not have to sleep, need less food, be stronger... so on. that had some serious consequences."
"Your enhanced as well." Karl shot back at him.
"I was born from an artificial womb, true, but I had real parents. Biologically speaking. And the people who enhanced me had not only better equipment and far more knowledge at what they were doing. Not that there weren't any flaws, but the flaws of Augments were mostly mental, not physiological. Manor found that most of the defect in chromosome seven, eleven and twenty two are responsible for a flaw in your immunity and reproduction. A massive flaw in chromosome three is apparently responsible for personality flaws. Tell me, Sharon, was Cavil prone to outbursts?"
"Em, yes?"
"Shifting the blame?"
"Yes?"
"Control freak? Paranoid?"
"Yes, yes... OK what does that have to do with this?"
"Those are characteristics found in humans that are products of incest. Or at least have the chance to develop them. So do you guys. Now Manor did say he can fix most of the issues. But not all. And he found the solution to the baby issue within your baby."
Karl began acting a bit protectively of Sharon at this. They still had food left, but were listening intensely at this. "What did he find?"
"He can develop a cure for female Cylons that would enable them to have babies. In a similar way that he cured your president of her cancer. But the males... sorry. They're sterile."
"Why is that even important." Karl wondered. "If they have resurrection..."
Hill and Kara eyed Sharon. "He doesn't know?" She shook her head.
"Know what?"
"News flash, Karl. The rebels have the HUB and they shut it off to deny Cavil that power. The Cylons will need to have kids or die out. Seems your kid might be the answer." Kara retorted.
"Which is the main reason why the admiral is tolerating her here. Cavil will want that kid."
Kara did realize one thing. "Wait... the rebels are still screwed. They don't have a viable male DNA base to get pregnant from..."
Hill grinned. "Oh, I'm sure we can figure something out..."
"Oh frak. Of course. All the guys' wet dreams coming true."
Hill was partially joking, but if asked for help from the rebels on this matter, hell, he may be augmented, but he's still a man in the core. But being an Augment was also the issue. He had superior DNA. Could they allow a hybrid to be made out of that. Or an alien and Cylon. That really complicated matters.
"Anyway, back to your baby. Manor has not found a solution for your placenta issue. But he has a way to keep your baby alive if the worst case scenario comes to pass."
Now this Sharon wanted to know. "What? Tell me!"
"We have... for emergency purposes only if a crew member would have gotten pregnant, an artificial womb on every ship. A more sophisticated one that birthed me. So if your placenta detached itself, he'll operate and move the kid to the artificial womb to gestate like I did."
Now Kara had an evil smirk. "And since you were born that way, I nominate you to be the midwife."
"Oh shut up, Starbuck."
A few minutes later, Karl and Sharon were in their quarters on the lowest deck in the main hull. It was pretty good, for a combat ship. The guards remained outside and even removed Sharon's monitoring shackle.
They both sat down on the bed. "I really hope this works out." She whispered.
"So do I. I guess we'll just have to be useful to the old man and prove you aren't a threat, if you are to come with us."
"Yeah. cause truth be told. I don't want to stay with the other Cylons. The other Eights have no real mind of their own, all just do the 'follow the leader' routine."
Day 89 since the Colonial exodus, Earth date 23rd of April, year 2378, Federation / Colonial salvage fleet, deep space, warp highway
It took them some time, but they were approaching their destination. Jim got along quite well with most people on the ships. He even liked the Colonials. They had a more punch first and don't ask questions, if you don't feel like it approach. Like him. Their religious tendencies were a different matter. He didn't like those.
He even decided to take Lee under his wing, in a way. He probably felt like he was compensating for not being in David's life when his son was growing up. He was by the book, when it suited him, but if going off the book got the job done, he was fine with that as well.
They were now one jump from their destination. Sitting in his chair, he once again asked all stations to report status. After the green light was given, he went more into detail. "Once we arrive, tell the Broadsword to launch all raptors and find and mark all ships. Even if the original crews left them neatly in a formation, we can't assume that nothing went wrong. Then we deploy our people on one test ship and use the anti-virus. Only when Commander Scott and the colony staff are satisfied that the virus is completely gone and the ship can be safely restored, do we deploy the rest on to the other ships."
Lee made mental notes of all of this. "As we discussed, sir. But I have to know, which ship will be first? One of the big ones?"
"No. The light cruisers. Should something go wrong, I'd rather lose one of them than a big ticket item. Now, Mr. Var'anis, has the new jump location been determined?"
"Yes, Captain. All three ships are standing ready." The Science officer reported.
Then by all means. Major Adama, you have the honors."
As they jumped into the area of space where the fleet was supposed to be, the crews of all three ships went to work. "We overshot by 15.000 kilometers. I am detecting the ships at that distance, 17 degreed to our port, 34 degrees down the Z axis."
"Broadsword is deploying raptors as per order. Shall we approach the fleet, sir?" The helmsman asked.
"By all means, Mr. Xanathos. Take us in."
They approached them calmly, the ships were more or less in the same formation as they were left, 100 years ago. "Get us alongside the Seleya. Commander Scott, Major Adama. You're up."
The Crusader was now aligned with the Seleya as the engineers and security staff put their space suits on. After they went over the entire plan, they began beaming over to the disabled Miranda class ship.
As the first group materialized on the bridge, they turned their lights on. "This is Major Adama. We're on the bridge. Everyone report in."
"Lt. Pellis. We're in tactical control."
"Lt. Veros. Waiting in life support control."
"Commander Scott. We're in main engineering. I've linked up my PADD to the main engineering computer control interface. Stand by. Uploading the countermeasures."
A minute later and the lights began flickering. Lee's people were already at their stations, seeing what did work, what didn't and what the ship's status was. Lee was leaning over the engineering station in the back. "Major Adama to Captain Kirk."
"Go ahead, Major."
"Power is coming back up. So far the virus seems to have been purged. All systems are slowly getting back up to idle... But there are some red lights here and there."
"Don't worry, boys. I see them. Mostly power lines that got a spike, a control unit or regulator here or there. Remember, this ship was in the dark for almost 100 years. Like ours. life support is getting back up, but it will take 20 minutes to get the air cycling properly. Then I think we can take our helmets off and begin moving the regular staff over."
"Good job everyone. Major, you can leave one or two people on the bridge. Begin searching all the storage areas and lockers on the ship for any possible equipment. The settlers admitted that they forgot much as they had to leave in a hurry, so..."
"Understood, sir. We're on it."
Hours went by and more of the ships got their lights back on. Now all ships were virus free, but getting them jump capable and to get most important things running properly would still take two days. The Broadsword deployed two thirds of the personnel she had carried to this location. The technical staff was mostly from the colony. The security personnel was from the Colonials.
Jim was sitting in the Admiral's office on the Babylon, taking a look over the logs, ship statuses and still incoming reports. Someone was at the door.
"Come." This office was much larger than what the 22nd century Starfleet ships had. "Major. What is it?"
Lee handed him his newest report, but he held something behind his back as well.
As Kirk read what was written, he noticed Lee was still there. "Anything else?"
"Just... a formality, sir." He put the Starfleet uniform he was hiding, on the guest chair in front of the desk Jim was sitting behind right now.
"Wow. Nice find." He stood up and inspected it. It was the all red uniform he was used to. "Except the rank insignia is of a rear-admiral. I'm not that anymore, son."
"Still, I think it suits you, sir. Anyway. All is going as planned. We should be capable of departure within 11 hours."
"Good. Have the supplies been moved from the Broadsword?" The Starfleet ships here had no organic matter for food production on them, so they were dependant on what they brought with them. The fuel was not an issue as the survivors could not take the fuel on the affected ships with them, or risk spreading the virus while docked.
"Still underway. All ships have 80% of the needed food on them."
Jim noticed it. "There is something else on your mind. Speak, son."
"Sir... we'll need to do exercise drills. Every ship will need a competent officer in charge and we're stretched thin right now."
"I know. And I agree. The Crusader will be left in charge of Lt. Xanathos. I'll take command of the Babylon... even if I hate the large dreadnaught class ships...this one even less now..."
"Sir?"
Kirk handed him the 23rd century PADD with the ship's tactical information. "OK, an Ulysses class, as expected..."
"Read under the weapons description."
Lee did just that It took him a while, but he spotted it. "Plasma torpedo launcher?"
"The weapons pod above the saucer, that's where it is. Starfleet did experiment with this weapons technology." Lee sat down, This could take a while. "The Romulans were the masters of plasma weapons. The Gorn bought the basic design from them, almost like the Klingons bought the basic cloaking technology from them. How the ISC got plasma weaponry, I have no idea, but the Romulans were the best at it. So Starfleet wanted to test out the usefulness of them and made several copies. Four of the Ulysses class got a larger weapons pod, to accommodate the additional launcher. Anyway, plasma weapons are dangerous, if you don't respect them."
"I understand that all of these weapons are dangerous, like the antimatter warheads you use."
"True. But the plasma weapons the Romulans deployed, they forced one to alter tactics. Photon torpedoes have long range, are quite accurate, have a varying yield, are fast and can be used at warp. Plasma weapons are a different animal altogether. The firing chamber is large but the weapon itself is only one third of the photon torpedo size. The firing chamber is also a huge energy hog. Once the so called torpedo is loaded, the chamber charges it's outer shell up. The material absorbs all of that energy within the torpedo until the outer shell ignites into a plasma ball. That happens at launch. The large plasma orb then flies off at the target. But the torpedo has a limited range. The longer the travel distance is, the more the torpedo looses power and will do less damage."
"So its... a short range weapon?"
"Well, I don't know if the Romulans developed it any further, but yes. The tactic is to either keep them at arm's length or be in their blind spot. At arm's length, if it hits, it will burn you, but nothing worse. A jump away and your safe. Point blank, your face falls off. One direct hit at minimum distance has the power of six or more photons."
"Good to know, sir. I wanted to talk with you also about the officer's stations."
Jim knew the boy wanted to test himself. "Colonel Copper will get the Pegasus. You Colonials have the carrier knowledge far better down than we and an Ark Royal class fleet carrier is right up his alley. Commander Scott will get the Excelsior class St. Michael, you... does the Solaria sound good for you, son?"
"One of the two Constitutions?"
"Yes, Commander Var'anis get's the other one, the Inferno. The Constellation, the Fury and the four Mirandas we'll have to assign lower ranking officers."
"Understood, sir."
"And since you suggested it, I'll have Commander Scott do the engineering exercises for the fleet, you do it for the tactical and security teams. Since all of this leads me to believe you are pushing for a promotion, Major."
"Wouldn't dream of it, sir." He saluted and left.
"Yes you would, son. You remind me all too much of myself, when duty was all that was in my head." He returned to reading the reports for a while. Then he stood up and actually put the uniform on. "I guess, for a short time, I can have this rank again, until the fleet reaches the port. And shut up, Bones, I know I said I'd never do this again. Oh... great. I'm talking to myself."
Day 92 since the Colonial exodus, Earth date 25th of April, year 2378, Federation / Colonial salvage fleet, deep space, warp highway
They were well underway to return to the colony. All the ships were now not only virus clear but also jump capable. And Scott was having a field day at how lovely their reactors purred.
For Jim this was almost routine. He had to admit that an Admiral's quarters was rather nice. And only the two big ships had one. He really liked the greetings in the corridor when he met someone. The uniform insanity didn't really bother him. He now wore his repurposed one from his counterpart who was long dead.
They all had an update every day and even the crews did some rotations to get used to different ships.
As he was taking in his morning coffee on the bridge, which too was larger than his old Enterprise bridge, comm informed him that the Columbus, the only Miranda class with a sensor dome for double the range and triple accuracy for the long range sensors, picked up an anomaly that they would get within seven light years of. Once it was discussed over the screens of the ship officers, he made a point that they can always leave if it turns out to be nothing or dangerous. So they made a detour. There was nothing that the naked eye could spot. But all but the Colonial ship, spotted something wrong with space-time.
He had the main officers of the fleet on the main view screen. "Any ideas?"
Var'anis apparently had one. "The neutrino density is off the charts. Gravitational anomalies are unpredictable. Sir, this could be a wormhole of some kind."
"What? I've had dealings with wormholes before, but they always opened up if you approached them. Then again, none were usable as they were unstable."
"I believe this applies to this one as well. This end is not stable in its location. I believe it wants to move the opening on this end to a different location, but something is holding it back. Something inside..."
"It's not just that. I detect chronotrons on top of neutrinos." Scott added. "And those usually appear only if some sort of temporal phenomena is involved."
The Colonials were clueless what they were talking about. "Temporal?"
"She means time travel, son. So something is trying to get through not only from a different place, but time?"
"Yes, sir. And I don't think they'll last much longer. The wormhole will relocate at this end and if they don't exit soon, they'll be torn apart."
"I believe they can't leave at the exit point on our end as it has almost collapsed." The Vulcan elaborated. "I detect the exit aperture. It is only a few centimeters large."
Lee finally spoke up. "While you've all been debating, I had the wireless frequencies scanned. Someone is transmitting in that... hole. It's a Colonial military frequency."
"No matter who it is, we have to try to help them. Any suggestions?"
Scott had one. "We bombard the area with gravitons from our main deflectors. I can set it up and everyone else just copies my setting."
"I will also adapt the frequency to resonate with the wormhole's own energy matrix. It should stabilize this end of the phenomena and expand the aperture to allow passage." Var'anis added.
"We'll still have to hurry. We won't be able to hold it for long."
"Do what you can, Commander. Once every ship is ready, begin with the bombardment." He sat back into his chair. He knew that it will get bumpy.
And it did. Every ship, except for the Broadsword of course, had a glowing deflector now. A few seconds passed, but them the green wormhole appeared and began vomiting out ships. And ship parts. They were mostly battlestars. And the Starlfeet ships could not help to guide them as they were busy keeping the opening stable. Two of the battlestars, that were tumbling out, crashed into each other, blowing up.
"Raise shields. Everyone, prepare for impact!"
The ship rocked even worse than before, but the shields held on all ships, even if the smaller ones had to take evasive actions. Doing this also forced them to shut their deflectors down. "Sir, we're losing to wormhole!" The science officer on the Babylon reported.
The aperture did indeed collapse. But not before it tore off the engine block of another Colonia ship as it was passing through the threshold.
"Deflectors are off, sir."
"Get me fleet status. And the status of the ships we just pulled out."
"Sir... according to mass, there were 13 ships. Two apparently got destroyed even before we got them out. Then the two who crashed into each other. Then the one with the engines torn off... They are down to eight ships. If the Colonial database is correct, they have three Jupiter class battlestars. One Janus cruiser, one Atlas carrier and three supply ships. Sir..."
"What is it?"
"The lead ship has the name Pegasus written on its hull."
"Hm, get me Major Adama. Lee. Do you read this? Could this be the missing fleet you told me about?"
"Looks like it, sir."
"Could this Cain be on it?"
"If so, this can be good for us or bad for us."
"Why?"
"If he doesn't believe us... he'll not take crap from anyone."
Jim pondered. He had a crazy idea. And crazy ideas were his specialty. "All ships begin search and rescue operations for survivors. Stabilize the trajectories of the Colonial ships. Colonel Copper, Major Adama and I are beaming over to the CIC of this Pegasus. Unarmed. Time to meet this Cain, if he survived.
On the Pegasus CIC, there was all out chaos. The officers were like chickens with their heads cut off. All but two. The XO and the CO.
Augustus slammed his hand on the planning table. "Silence! Panicking won't solve anything, gentlemen! Whatever sucked us in, we're out now. We need our systems back, so focus on that! Thank the Lords later. Now..." He got interrupted as three people appeared in his CIC after different colored particles stopped swirling around them.
Normally the CIC crew would have their weapons drawn at the intruders, but after everything that has happened, everyone was too shocked. Cain approached them slowly. He then used his swagger stick on Copper to see if he was really here. "So, not my imagination." He inspected the all. "Two of you have some weird version of Colonial uniforms. But the ranks are clear. Colonel and Major. Names, now!"
"Colonel Copper, battlestar Broadsword."
"Major Adama, formerly battlestar Galactica."
"Adama?" He now inspected Lee closer. "Any relation with Lt William 'Husker' Adama?"
"In a way, sir. He's... my father."
Cain didn't flinch. "Crap. He's a squirt. You're older than him."
Jim held back his amusement. "Good thing I brought you two with me."
Now Cain turned his attention to Kirk. "And who might you be, boy?"
"Kirk, James t. Rank Rear Admiral. Earth Starfleet. Anything else?" He just went along with the rank alterations. Might as well try this with a man like Cain.
"Earth? The 13th tribe?"
"Sir... even I don't get it all. Best let the Major explain all of this. Just to reassure you, the rest of your ships are being taken care off as we pulled you out of that anomaly."
"Hm..." He eyed Lee again. Even more intensely. "Well then, boy. Tell me."
Lee inhaled and told him the strip down story of the strip down story. Every time he said something new, he saw how the CIC crew got more unimpressed with this. They didn't believe him.
"And so we found this anomaly that you were stuck in."
"Is that so? 40 years you say... And the colonies are gone?"
"My father went back with a small fleet to see who can be saved."
The power returned and the CIC DRADIS began working again. "Sir, we have... 10, No, 13 ships around us. And I can confirm that only eight of our ships made it."
"Like they said. Colonel, Major. Stay here. Everyone else, get to work. Admiral, if you wouldn't mind accompanying me."
Jim did just that. He knew what was coming. Two experienced officers would size each other up. In Cain's office, the first thing he did was to pour them both a drink. They were left alone. "Is it true?"
"Unfortunately, all of it."
He slammed his stick on the table. "Frak it, I knew the toasters would return."
Jim was slightly shocked by this. "You believe us?"
"A story this crazy has to be true. And then there is you." He went so close to him that their noses could almost touch. "Your eyes. I see pain. I see decades of experience. I see fire. I see... a fearless and competent officer."
"And there is only one place where you saw eyes such as these before. The mirror, right?"
Now it was Augustus turn to be shocked. "Yes. Yes, that is it! I can also see that we are both risk takers. Winners."
"That there is no such thing as a no win scenario."
"Indeed. But not without a cost."
"Not without a cost." Jim somberly agreed with that last statement as he tasted the drink he was given.
Augustus noticed it. "Whom did you lose?"
"My son."
"Did you avenge him?"
"What do you think?"
They both sat down. "You did. Did you get over it?"
"You never get over it. But you learn to live with it."
"Yes. That exactly. Tell me, is it also true that Helena is at that place?"
"I never met her, so I wouldn't know. But if the Major said so, she is."
"Gods. I can only hope she isn't doing anything rash. She got that from me, you know."
"But not your judgment, right?"
"No. She got that from her mother. Bad combination." They had a second round. "Talking with you is like talking with a kindred spirit. Almost like a lost family member."
"So, now what will you do?"
"I will see some of this evidence and then... what can I do. We come with you. If you'll want us."
They smiled genuinely. "The more, the better."
"Gods, I lost 40 years. Are such anomalies often?"
"Not really. But then again, I lost 100 years and was trapped in a Nexus where all dreams become real. So can be better or worse."
A few minutes later and they returned to the CIC. "Colonel, prepare to greet the engineers and any other help they will offer. I'm going with them to see this evidence for myself. You have the CIC."
No one argued. If Augustus made up his mind, that was it. Only a superior officer could make him do otherwise. And for someone who was not Colonial to convince him was an accomplishment that was noteworthy in itself.
Day 92 since the Colonial exodus, Earth date 25th of April, year 2378, Federation / Colonial rescue fleet
A jump away from the Cyrannus system, the entire refugee fleet was assembled. It took them some time, but all the colonial worlds were now evacuated. They estimated that less than 100 people per planet remained. Those were the ones that went so deep off the grid that finding them would be a waste of time and resources.
So the help the rebels got all this time was good enough that they held the system and many other Cylon outposts that they were giving Cavil grey hair. But they would need more. And so far no one had any ideas how to capture the Cylon home world. But the Bismarck would now escort the refugee fleet out of the warzone. There would be several Cylons on the ship to see what could be done when they would brainstorm with the Starfleet and Colonial personnel. All hoped that something would be possible, whatever that would be. They even gave up the Arrow of Apollo and told them where to find the tomb, but with Cavil's fleet there, that was yet another issue.
So right now, Bill had two problems ahead of himself. As well as herding this fleet to safety. The highway was the fastest solution, but also the least safe one. But they had to risk it.
427 defenseless civilian ships and slightly over half a million survivors. That was it. That was all that is left of their civilization. And had they not come to get them out of this area, they would have starved to death sooner or later or just be picked off. And Bill had a small military fleet to protect them. Not sufficient. And he left his two other ships behind to keep Cavil on his toes.
The Bismarck began dropping these subspace amplifiers to keep in communication range with the Ares and the Vulcan cruiser. But these amplifiers had a warhead attached to them. The none-nuclear type. If anyone tries to capture the amplifier, it blows. They can't take any risks here of Cavil gaining some IQ points.
Once they would get into range of the hidden settlement, they would exchange the new info and hope someone comes up with something.
Day 93 since the Colonial exodus, Earth date 26th of April, year 2378, Federation / Colonial salvage fleet, deep space, warp highway, en route back
A day was needed to both patch up all the Cain fleet ships and to recover all the survivors from the destroyed or crippled ones. Ironically, the Broadsword was once again filled up to capacity with the survivors.
After a day of seeing the Starfleet ship's capabilities, Cain's people lost their skepticism and realized that Lee and the others weren't lying. And that their homes were gone.
So right now, Augustus was on the Babylon in Kirk's quarters after a long day of coordinating this mess. Now that the fleet was underway again, the two old veterans could relax.
"What was this stuff called again?" Cain asked as he inspected the blue liquid in his glass.
"Romulan ale. Very illegal in the Federation."
"Why? It's fantastic!"
"Sure, but this would be like you ordering motor oil from the Cylons."
"Ah, makes sense." They both relaxed and had small talk for some time now. "Does the Major know what kind of waters he's swimming in with the Commander?"
"So you noticed it too?"
"Hard to miss. That's you and me, 30 to 40 years ago. And she's a real spitfire, that one."
Jim chuckled. "A Scott usually is. Sorry for not having any smoke, but that almost died out on Earth some time ago."
"No problem. Gods, I wish I had met someone like you years ago. The adventures we'd have."
"Hm." Kirk finished his drink. "You know, men like you and me either die young or become what Lee said you are, a Living legend."
"Hm, your people looked at you the same way. You do know the one problem with that, don't you?"
"They always expect you to win?"
"Yep." He finished his as well. "How long till we get to that planet?"
"A week at least. Depends on how much your ships slow us down."
"Frak, where has the time gone. I mean I only know you for a day, but isn't is pathetic, the two of us talking about old times, like two old men?"
"We are old men. But we're not dead either."
"Hm, good one. And I cheated death so often that I owe Hades, I guess."
"I don't know about Hades, but so do I. You know, you would have given the Klingons grey hair too, just like I did."
"And you would have given the Cylons rust, like I did..."
They both laughed at that.
Day 93 since the Colonial exodus, Earth date 26th of April, year 2378, Federation colony New Settlement
Fiona was having talks with the governor and Laura on the planet about the fuel situation. The refinery on the planet was helping to produce liquid tylium with the mined material from the moon, but it was falling behind. They would need to store up enough to have for this trip.
The governor's communication panel on his table beeped. "Yes, what is it?"
"Sir, there is an issue at the mine."
He was not taking this seriously as he still had guests. "Whatever it is, get it fixed..."
"Nothing is broken. It's blocked."
"Blocked? By whom?"
"Representative Porter and her lackeys."
One could see Laura get the 'not again' expression. "What is their issue with the mine?"
"Sir, they saw one of the dilithium cargo transports move the mined crystals. And they went berserk. Apparently no one told us that the Colonials call dilithium crystals the Tears of the Lords. For them it's a crime against their beliefs."
He eyed his guests. "We'll handle it. Out. Now, what is this nonsense I just heard?"
Laura could not give an answer straight away. "Can you show me one of these crystals?" He did an a picture appeared on his terminal. "That does look like the Tears. The many temples we have on our colonies, were built on locations where caves with these crystals were found. I mean, no one told me what these crystals you use look like. Had I known, I'd have asked you to not let any of the radicals see them."
Now Fiona had to know where Laura stood with this. "Every warp reactor uses them. Tell me, are you with them on this matter?"
"Of course not. I mean it annoys me, as I do believe to a degree but I'm not so blind to not see the benefits of them. The issue is that Porter now has an agenda she can rally people behind. We have a problem."
Commander Kelly Rose Scott - Jennifer Lawrence (Chief Engineer) (Scotty's distant relative)
Captain Sakari Hauaman - Catherine Bell (Challanger Captain)
Lt. Adrian Garcia - Michael Peña (Computer scientist)
Major Michael David Sisko - John Boyega (MACO Commander) (Benjamin's distant relative)
Lt. Commander Sachiko Hayashi - Kim Tae-hee (Challenger comm officer)
Dr. George Manor - Hugh Laurie (Rank Lt. Commander, Chief Medical Officer of Challenger)
Commander K'Lir - Melinda Clarke (Vulcan and Challenger's XO)
Commander Naomie Evans - Emmanuelle Vaugier (Crusader XO, now acting CO)
Lt. Noah Hill - Timothy Olyphant (Crusader tactical)
Major Jacques Friloux - Casper Van Dien (Champion MACO Commander)
Lt. Commander Alex Nelson - Dean Cain (Crusader Chief Engineer)
Dr. Krisha Kumar - Aarti Mann (Rank Lt., Chief Medical Officer of Crusader)
Commodore Fiona O'Donnell - Lauren Holly (Bismarck CO)
Colonel Alan Walker - Michael Biehn (Bismarck MACO CO)
Lt. Jacob Rivers - Seth MacFarlane (Paladin Chief Engineer) (Ship's acting CO, all higher officers are dead)
Captain Carlos Ramirez - Josh Cruze (Champion Captain, transferred from Intrepid, as Starfleet needed all experienced officers in more capable ships)
Captain Khari Oladoyinbo - Cuba Gooding Jr. (Knight CO)
Commander Sek'Ris - Tom Selleck (Officer of Vulcan Command)
Commander Jerome Hasapis - Bob Gunton (BSG Victory)
Colonel Colin Hawks - Nathan Jones (marinestar commander)
Governor Elliot Fabron - Forest Whitaker
V'ok Miller (Short for V'okoris)- Clancy Brown
Lt. Commander Var'anis - Lou Diamond Phillips (Vulcan Commander from the colony)
James T. Kirk - OG Kirk, accept no substitutes
Augustus Cain - OG Cain from 1980 Galactica, accept no substitutes
Colonials: 112 Civilian ships
One Marinestar, the Broadsword. A Sobek, (Victory), three Adamant, one Valkyre (Morningstar), Pegasus (Mercury class) and Galactica (Jupiter class).
Starfleet: Challenger, Crusader, Paladin, Nightingale (hospital ship), Bismarck, Yamato, Volga, Denarius, Pathfinder, Mississippi, Boston, Oracle, John Brown, Merchant, Concordia, Settler's Dream, Danube, Champion, Knight, Ares, Colonial Hope and Vo'kor.
Destroyed: Marco Polo, Frontier.
10 disabled ships: Ulysses class dreadnaught (Babylon), one Ark Royal class fleet carrier (Pegasus), two Constitution class heavy cruisers (Inferno and Solaria), one Constellation heavy cruiser (Fury), one Excelsior mark One heavy cruiser (St. Michael), four Miranda class light cruisers (standard module ones: Surak, Seleya, Feneris, one sensor variant, the Columbus.)
Augustus Cain's remaining force: Three Jupiter class ships (Original Pegasus), one Janus heavy cruiser, one Atlas carrier and three support ships.
Adama refugee fleet: 427 civilian ships, including dozens of tankers, refinery ships, cargo transports and mostly civilian transports. These transports were also of the larger variety, so they could in some cases handle more people. Military ships: One additional Mercury class, the Adonis, seven Sobek class, fifteen Valkyrie class, seven Minotaur gunships and 27 Adamant support ships. All other military ships were too badly damaged or destroyed by either Cavil or the initial attack. Total survivors: 515.000 civilians and military personnel.
To Ghostly: It's not a violation, if it has to happen. As for the Galactica, she'll never be a ship of the line again. All she's getting is a so called industrial sector in the unused flight pod. Nothing else, as they don't have the time, resources and a dock to get her up to speed. No point either. They have other, better combat capable ships. She's reduced to more of a pure defensive ship, nothing else.
To Guest: Yeah, that would be only possible, if there was one or two crossings from universe to universe. So far there were so many it would make no sense that the Federation doesn't exist. And the 150.000 years ago is also out as of the previous chapter, with the time line confirmation.