40 days second cylon assault
Picon
BSG Perseus
Admiral Thomas Walton leaned over the tactical display as the fleet finished its last jump. Before he could ask for a update the DRADIS officer Lieutenant Robert Williamson announced "DRADIS contacts Karim 000 range twenty thousand meters and karom 180 range one hundred meters its the UNSC." he paused as more detailed information was provided through the constant sweeps of the DRADIS dish "looks like the UNSC caused significant damage to available Cylon forces sir. I'm reading approximately two hundred ships; only thirty of them are capital less than a thousand fighters as well."
Walton made a fist and pounded it on the table startling his new XO Colonel Tiffany Tigh "launch all Vipers and prepare for long range bombardment once the cylons enter our range." Tigh jumps too, issuing orders to the fleet as well as Perseus's own craft.
As the last of the UNSC ships jumped away the launch pods and hangers of the fleet began to spit forth hundreds of Vipers and Raptors with heavy missile racks. Within a few minutes they actually outnumbered the cylons fighters by almost four to one odds. The fleets Raptors loaded with Marines and Army stayed in the hangar awaiting their part to play in the fight.
The two swarms of fighters raced to turn the no man's space between the two fleets into a free for all as both sides launched missiles the moment they had lock on the cylons didn't have many left but the fresh colonial fighters actually blotted out the fleets DRADIS with hundreds of missiles. As they neared the cylon lines the cylon operated Raptors engaged their electronic counter measures to break the target lock of the Colonial missiles.
To no avail.
The Colonial misiles tracking software had been upgraded by the excellent programmers and coders of the UNSC and had to offer less than a dozen of them lock on to the active or passive countermeasures. And the odds further shift in the Colonial favor as the two groups now too close switch to guns at the same time as the colonial warships open up with their upgraded anti ship missiles aiming for the projectile armed colonial ships in moments dozens of Manticores, Firestars, Adament's, Nemesis, and other escort class ships are blown apart under the barrage of missiles.
Aboard the Perseus a tone sounds causing the Gunnery officer Lieutenant Jessica Green to look towards the Admiral "sir we are now within kinetic range of the enemy." she turned to her console again "Opening fire on Cylon shipping."
The upgraded firepower of the Persus locked onto the nearest cylon ship a first war basestar and opened fire with its forward facing heavy cannons. For a moment the two ships were linked with the propellent exhaust of the shells before the twenty heavy shells smashed into the bottom saucer causing multiple fires fed by severed tylium lines the second and third salvos finished it off as the new Perseus claimed its first capital kill but far from the last as both sides opened fire.
The cylons constantly losing their gun armed colonial ships returned fire with sporadic missiles but they were easy to take down as the fourteen firestar's opened fire in the ordinances path the wide bushels of flakk flowers would of been beautiful if it wasn't for the fact that missiles and cylon small craft were detonating under their flowers.
Every colonial officer watched in glee as the cylon numbers continued to drop as the last group of raiders were destroyed by the Virgonese royal navy cruiser Princess Rebecca the Colonial strike craft turned their collective rage and anger on the rapidly decreasing cylon ships.
As Admiral Thomas Waltons eyes swept the shrinking battle finding the last Colonial Berserk the cylons had disappeared under the strafing run of nearly a hundred Vipers with the help of some missiles from the Cruiser Prince Charles.
"Signal the Raptors to launch we will have this fight over with soon enough." he turned to Colonel Tigh "dispatch the Minotaurs Harpy and Firestar's Quiver, Sloop, and Sentry to escort them to their objectives."
"Objectives sir?" questioned Tigh
Thomas pointed to the massive shipyards still covered in stripped and ships undergoing repair before the UNSC had arrived forcing the cylons to bring their workforce back to their ships to fight. "The reason we came to picon of course." an alert sounded and less then three hundred and fifty meters away the UNSC ships reappeared and launched their Longswords and Pelicans to finish the fight.
The Longswords reinforcing the Vipers gave them the push they needed to finish off three of the remaining battlestars and a baseship before the remaining five ships jumped away leaving the humans in charge of their planet again.
Raptor 2-19
Approaching picon military shipyard 11A
Lancer Adel Garret of the Virgon imperial Marines looked out of the cockpit of his Raptor and the shipyard his company had been ordered to secure the wreckage of five Firestars and a pair of Nemesis corvettes resting in the large dock he pointed to the empty lifepod bays "put us in there as quietly as you can, we have no idea how many cylons are onboard. "The pilot nods and the ten overloaded Raptors turned towards the bay,
Adel looks over the fifteen other Virgon Marines crammed inside the transport "Seal check. Once everyone is good we will pump down the atmosphere and jump. The lifepod bays are empty and quiet. Once inside, securing a foothold and spread out stealth is paramount until we find out the enemy composition."
The marines nodded looking over their suit seals and ensuring they were vacuum rated once everyone was checked and ready the atmosphere was sucked out of the cabin and the side hatch was opened exposing the EVA marines to jumping the last thirty feet to the lifepod bay.
Adel looked over his marines and nodded leading the boarding party, his heavy SA80 rifle secured to his chest rig. To be honest he hated these jumps but he was frakked if he would ever hint that to anyone else.
Using momentum he rotated feet first and his magnetic boots attached to the hull looking back he saw the other fourteen Marines do exactly the same landing with mixed results. A new private who had joined his company a week before the bombings floundered but was caught by others and helped to secure his feet.
Keeping their wireless quiet he motioned with his hands 1st squad point 2nd got to the auxiliary airlock.
The marines moved with a quick silent pace some of them Adel included occasionally looking up at the distant space battle watching ships and fighters explode the combat was too far away to make out more than the occasional pinprick of light as ships exploded.
The airlock was open after lowering a telescopic probe and verifying it was clear of hostels they descended into a frozen graveyard; the cylons must have vented this section housing the shipyard workers to space. Adel pushed the blue frozen corpse sickle of a man out of the way and continued moving forward. Using his hands to point towards the central compartments the cylons were sure to be used to repair ships.
It took less than twenty minutes to navigate the frozen abattoir closing hatches as they went as they reached the closed hatch the shipyard's life support system detecting an enclosed space began pumping oxygen. Allowing them to enter the pressurized and operational center of the facility.
Looking down they saw a massive pile of hundreds, maybe even thousands of centurions, of metal bodies. As they watched a pair of cylons walked in and picked up a body and laid it on a table. They opened several ports and compartments hooking the machine into several diagnostic terminals it didn't take more than a few seconds for the cylons to start digging into several small bins of parts and start replacing the burned out components within a few minutes the dark cylon visor flickered on with its red sweeping sensor. Another diagnostic and it stood up and walked out closing its ports as it went.
Adel waved to his men making the hand gesture like he is turning a wrench and his comrades nodded pointing to the platoons pair of designated marksmen Diez and chapman sporting the L129 rifle they both nodded and braced the rifles on the railing they both waited for the door to shut and the cylons to walk back to the pile of cylon frames before pulling the trigger.
Pteww
Pteww
The rifle's heavy suppressor muffled the rifle to nothing more than a loud cough unlikely to leave this room.
Nodding they continued on moving quick and quiet inside they saw a few dozen machines and that was it the occasional cloned skinjob but by the large the facility was empty moving towards the security station and dockmaster office from there they would have overhead view to get a good overview of this part of the yards.
They encountered and put down six cylons and a skin job inside the security station. The mechanical cylons were easy, they just threw the dead machines into a corner, the skinjob a woman wearing a fleet utility jumpsuit however bled everywhere they left a fire team inside locking the door and proceeded to the dockmaster's office.
As they stacked up preparing to breach their wireless came alive. "Lancer Garrett, this is specialist brown. We have full control over everything and I've secured a hard wire communication line through the security lines."
Grinning he replied "excellent work Brown can you see inside the dockmasters office?"
"Yes sir," Brown said immediately. " There are two mechanical Cylons and a skin job inside sitting at a desk. It's the bald male one."
"Does he look tense or alarmed?" Garret asked "Any sign of them aware of us?"
"It's hard to be sure." Brown said hesitantly "he is watching the fight outside and seems to be annoyed but other than that i doubt he has any idea we are here."
Looking back at his men he held up three fingers to signal there were three hostiles inside and pulled a shock grenade from his vest "Brown can you trigger anything inside to draw their attention when we open the door?"
The reply felt like hours later "yes i have direct control over his computer i'll set it to rapidly flash on the count of three sound good?"
"Perfect" Adel smirked
Brown: Three
Adel: Two
Brown: 0ne Adel pulled the pin on the shock
Both: Zero
The computer started flashing a few seconds before the door opened and the grenade rolled and shut while the skinjob wasn't looking at the door. The grenade detonated in a muffled thunder clap and bright flash around the edges of the door.
On the heel of the blast the door was thrown open and the high penetration rounds of the 80 in Adels hands shot through the head of one centurion while another was blown clear off by Diez's L129.
The skin job was rolling on the deck, his eyes squeezed shut and hands pressed over his bleeding ears. Before he could recover Adel shot him in the head.
"Brown this is Garret dockmaster office is ours
On his heels another voice came through "this is Lancer Maria Enfield primary and secondary docks are ours as are the craft inside."
"This is Lancer Lee, we have secured the fuel bunkers."
The reports ticked in as other companies assigned to this station reported in with no issues either.
Outside the battle was dying down quickly as the UNSC ships returned fully resupplied. Joining their colonial allies in finishing off the cylon fleet.
Aboard the command and control Raptor where General James Parks sat controlling and monitoring the whole operation smiled as he hit the transmit button on the UNSC scrambler "we control the orbital docks i repeat we control the orbital docks."
The last few Cylon ships seeing the arrival of the UNSC jumped away rather than fight to the last a Battlestar named Ragnarok its engines smashed and FTL destroyed sat helpless in front of the UNSC fleet who launched Pelicans loaded with marines to board. The high ranking skinjobs seeing this loaded as many aboard the heavy raiders and raptors as they could and jumped out before the UNSC marines could board.
The marines moved like a tsunami capturing the ship in less than forty five minutes of fury.
Aboard the Colonial fleet ships cheers erupted as they reclaimed control of one of their worlds knowing tomorrow they would set about emplacing defenses and their workload would double defending two worlds rather than just Scorpia.
Colonial casualties two Berserks seven firestars one hundred and eight Viper pilots forty three marines
2,750 dead