1530 hours 1 December 2552 (Military Calendar)
Kobol Orbit
UNSC Able
Brian Jackson, Captain of the Destroyer UNSC Able, stood on the Bridge overlooking the ancient world of Kobol; it had been a week since the fleet had arrived, ensuring the average Colonials were kept in the dark about the human cylon hybrids serving alongside them. Disposing of the hostile hybrids and the search not only for the ancient human ships Genesis had said were suburged here. And the tomb of Athena was proving to be more difficult than anticipated, Genesis had planetary maps but forty thousand years and the continued warfare after they fled had made those all but useless.
Brian looked over the sensor station at the fleet of the twelve UNSC designed ships surrounding the massive Battlestar Galactica. Elsewhere around the fleet, squadrons of fighters continued their CAP even as Pelicans and Raptors constantly mapped the surface of the massive ruins from the air even as Marines searched on foot.
Hundreds of artifacts had been recovered ranging from high tech like unknown metals and what appeared to be digital storage devices. And while nonfunctional and horribly damaged from environmental factors, weapons of multiple kinds. To downright primitive stone tablets with unknown writing on them and stone and even bone tools.
Aaron wilson sitting at his station looked up "Captain our Colonial guest is awake."
Brian looked at him and nodded "you have the Conn Aaron, let me know if anything happens i'll go check on him."
Aaron nodded "Yes sir."
POV SHIFT
Commander William Adama's mind was racing with memories of him during the first war due to his ego flying better then all of his comrades. His commander gave him a raptor to fly milk runs to bring him back down to Caprica instead of on cloud nine…
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A new duty station opened aboard the Acheron a brand new Battlestar upon his arrival however to his horror dead ships floated everywhere and his hopes of getting in a viper were dashed when he saw the scorched and pitted nameplate spelling out ACHERON "It must of been a ambush…"
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Arrival at the ghost fleet seeing dozens of ships reported destroyed over the course of the war.
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A seemingly never ending series of sorties cylons being blasted apart under the hammer of his guns
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Seeing friends and comrades too numerous to count be blasted out of space and skies.
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Drifting over the winter resort word after he had been shot down trying to shoot down the two raiders who destroyed the battlestar Columba, seeing the have machine half human hybrids
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"Bulldog" he called out, his eyes opening.
Looking around he wasn't sure where he was. A pang in his chest brought it back to him congratulating Boomer for destroying the cylon basestar over Kobol…
She shot him….twice. He looked around again and saw what was unmistakably a sickbay. But it wasn't Galactica's sickbay, across the room he saw several people wearing strange white uniforms with a blood red cross on their shoulder "Excuse me" Adama said surprised by how scratchy his voice was. "Where am i? Where is my ship?"
The woman closest to him turned with what looked like surprise on her face and rushed over "ibfrbvrirvbivnbirnbierfr" she said "hnriuhiurhiuhuirhurfhreuhrwuhfew"
Adama looked at her in confusion and said slowly "can you understand me?"
The nurse blinked and touched a button on her belt and then tried again "can you understand me now?
Adama blinked at the voice coming from the box but nodded "y..yes i can."
"Good, we haven't had many Colonials down here since the counter attack on Scorpia" she said grabbing a tool and holding it over William's chest while looking at a screen in her arm "i'll reintroduce myself "i am Lieutenant Rebecca Stantion, head physician of the destroyer UNSC Able."
William just stared Colonials…counter attack at Scorpia... .Destroyer Able… "wait whats going on here i dont understand…" he took a breath. "Who are you people? Where is my crew? Where is Galactica? Where am i?"
William watched this Lieutenant blink in quick succession "ok Commander to answer your questions we are humans just like you just not from around here. Your crew is safe aboard the Galactica." she hit a few buttons on her screen and turned it for him to see.
Williams' eyes widened at the unmistakable bulk of his ship. But then he took a closer look and noticed the old girl's armor looked more…intact and then saw several new missile and gun emplacements that hadn't been there before. Places where cylon nukes had blown the ship open and vented entire compartments to space were whole again. "What happened to my ship?!" he asked incredulously.
The nurse tapped the screen a few times and pulled up a short report of the Rear admiral Robin Huey "you were shot by one of your pilots Sir. I don't have all the information but rumor is she is a cylon who had control taken from her several times without her knowledge forcing her to commit espionage as well as attempting to kill you." Lieutenant rebecca said " when colonial reinforcements Battlegroup Revenge arrived they assisted the galactica in destroying several cylon ships once the battlespace was clear, salvage and repair work began."
William went to ask only to stop, his head was spinning and he fell back in his bed. The nurse held a cup with a straw "here sir, drink."
William drank greedily feeling the cool water rush down his parched throat. After draining the cup he sat back and sighed before trying again "boomer shot me i remember that….she is a cylon?." so many thoughts flashed in his head none of them making their way out then his mind seized on something "Battlegroup Revenge? And whose ship does this UNSC Able belong to?"
"Ok. I'll start with the easier answer." Rebecca said "Battlegroup Revenge consists of forty five captured Cylon warships tasked with ambushing the cylons without announcing themselves as human; they are commanded by Rear Admiral Robin Huey before the cylon attack. Her engineers and medical teams swarmed the Galactica and got to work. Her marines also helped repel the boarding attempt that claimed three of your marines and seven other naval personnel.
Williams' heart panged and he closed his eyes; he had served with the majority of the Galacticas crew for over five years. He took a deep breath and moved past the pain of ten more names of the fallen. "Tell me about the colonies. If they can capture and repair over three dozen ships we must have turned it around."
"Well yes and no." a voice said from behind nurse Stanton causing her to jump and Williams' head to snap to the unexpected voice.
William watched as Rebecca snapped to attention once she saw who stood there "Captain Jackson sir!" she said, bringing her hand to her forehead in a salute.
"Your Colonial navy put up a valiant fight over your worlds but the majority of your ships and defenses were compromised." the Captain said, nodding at a monitor next to William. When he looked, the biometric data shifted to Scorpia Orbital Yards. WIlliam watched as a station camera footage started as dozens if not hundreds of cylons jumped in and started strafing and nuking clusters of Battlestars in docks exploded under multiple nuclear blasts. As raiders flashed over them occasionally shooting the odd active colonial ship or viper. Dozens of Bezerks were targeted leaving radioactive and burnt debris behind, and then a half dozen ships Adama couldn't make out.
The cylons dispatched raider's and three of the twelve baseships the Cylon capital ships barely moved in the direction of the newcomers before shattering what followed afterward in an hour of unseen destruction against the cylons. Raiders blasted apart by wide white and grey fighters that reminded him of a slimmer first war raider. The new ships are getting into orbit and launching ... .things from their bellies towards the planet.
The view shifted from space to the surface. William instantly recognized the Scorpia defense force crest on the bottom corner of the video. On the screen was the entrance to a first war bunker guarded by a company of militia and defense force. And then the cylons appeared, a raider strafed them from the air and then centurans came running up the street both of their arms flashing fire. As the last few surviving defense force members ran down the entrance the camera zoomed in on a wounded woman, her red hair billowing in the wind scream "FRRRRAAAAAKKKKKKK YYYOOOOOUUUUU!" and detonate the three bags of C4 and directional mines the humans had emplaced. Cylon survivors continued to march towards the open tunnel only to look up and start firing into the air, a second later multiple impacts destroyed the survivors. Deploying troops like the one standing in the Able's Sickbay, William tore his eyes away from the monitor to look at the trooper standing stock still his helmet visor clear.
Looking back to the Captain "who are you people?" Adama asked.
The captain smiled "we are the United Nations Space Command and we come from earth"
Over what feels like hours but in reality is only thirty minutes Captain Jackson filled him in of a quick review of the last three months. how they arrived, saw humans in danger and offered help in exchange for information and help to return to their own war. The fights over the twelve colonies. Assisting nearly four billion surviving humans gather on Scorpia and Picon. The remnants of the Virgon royal Navies assault and liberation of their world.
The UNSC shared their more advanced technology allowing ships like the Minotaur and Centaur to be created and crewed by his comrades. Shipyards repurposed to build these new ships that would be used by his people to strike back at the cylons.
It would have gone on for multiple hours but then William saw someone that was a blast from the past enter the sickbay. "Madam senator Horner?"
Brian turned to look and saw who it was and chuckled before turning back to William "Commander she is the president of the colonies not a senator."
William looked between them and saw her nod before he corrected himself "President Horner good to see you survived."
Brian looked distracted for a moment before turning to them and excused himself "I have to go Commander, President please catch up."
POV change
Captain Jackson waited until the door shut between him and sickbay "Say again?" he said using the radio in his implant.
"We found them. Buried in the arctic ice of the planet's southern pole." Aaron said "the ancient human ships Genesis spoke of."
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Reviews
Guest no the repairs and refit were already done with task force Revenge having forty five ships full of colonial naval personnel and the resources of t basestar and four escorts by this time the colonial navy are expert salvagers and repair guys and gals the Galactica by this point hadn't had too much damage that couldn't be repaired by a few thousand engineers over several days most of it is wear and tear maintenance look at maintenance time for our carriers for every 6 month deployment there are at least 6 months of drydock work to check everything from reactor safety to environmental systems same with aircraft tanks etc
-Baltar and six will be making an appearance soon. I'm not exactly sure at this point i've got a idea but eh..
Chronus yeah they did but honestly UNSC tech is far in advance of Colonial and Cylon so what is undetectable to Colonial could probably be detected by UNSC like imagine taking a modern Destroyer like the Arleigh Burke USS Frank E. Peterson and throwing her and her crew back to say '42 WWll even if they had no idea how to decode the German Enigma code the sophisticated computer would most likely break the code. At least I think so anyway.