39 days second cylon war
.5 flight years from picon
Third task group Picon support squadron
Chief Commissioner David Wilhelm looked over the cramped bridge of the police cutter Justice as alarms sounded "Ships on DRADIS Sir." called out lieutenant Sarah Morgan.
On the small DRADIS screen his force of 28 police cutters sat in groups of four with a improvised freighter carrier at their center surrounding the hundred odd freighters carrying spare ammunition and parts for both fleets attacking Picon. Art their heart was the massive Imperial Virgonese fleet tender Dream of Virgon, Wilhelm watched as the DRADIS was focused on the new arrivals to see they were the UNSC element and breathed a sigh of relief. His cutters were drastically under armed sporting only a trio of medium single cannons and a pair of light point defense guns. As police craft they were perfectly able to stop the occasional smuggler or even an armed freighter, but…
The cutters were never designed for war. His mind flashed back to a few days after the war when the Justice and seven other cutters escorting a group of five civilian ships came under attack from a wandering group of ten raiders. They had successfully defended the civilians under their care and destroyed the cylon craft but at the cost of three of their cutters.
Then they had been found by the UNSC Hawaii and brought to Scorpia.
"Welcome back Captain Jackson." he said when the small communication monitor came alive with the fleet commander onboard the UNSC Able with a message from the rapidly approaching ships.
"Commissioner Wilhelm, good to be back, I trust it's been quiet?" he said as a document unfolded on the screen next to him "we gave the Cylons a good thrashing and we are a little low on munitions. I'm sending a manifest of what we need. Can you send it to the freighters with our stuff? I want to expedite rearming to get back into the fight."
"Of course Captain." Wilhem looked to a Lieutenant and nodded who got to work distributing the necessary forms to the needed ships. "We will get your ships taken care of and back in the fight as soon as we can."
The next forty five minutes are filled with work as missiles, Mac's, and other weapons are resupplied, any damage is repaired and information shared over the warzone. Crews get what rest and amenities they can to pump themselves up for the mop up when they get back. Before anyone knows it the nearly three dozen freighters carrying UNSC munitions are nearly empty and the ships are heading back.
"Good luck Captain may the gods favor you." Wilhelm said as the ships disappeared into their vortexes
Looking over the remaining supplies of the freighters carrying UNSC munitions "Lieutenant Morgan got a hold of the freighters to have them consolidate their cargo so we can get the empty ships out of here."
"Yes sir" she replies, sending the necessary orders.
Over the next fifteen minutes aided by Raptors from other freighters the twenty seven freighters designated to hold UNSC supplies are consolidated to five and the twenty two empty freighters jump heading back to Scorpia.
A few seconds later alarms again start screaming and morgan looks over the DRADIS and her face drops as information comes pouring in:
Unknown ships
Unknown energy output
Unknown armor composition
And then new alerts as known ships appeared: six Nemesis corvettes and a pair of Firestar's, all of them with strange modifications they took up defensive positions around the three unknown ships. As scopes were brought in to get a visual video began showing the three purple ships at their center causing Commissioner Wilhelm's blood to turn cold "those are the covenant ships we were told to avoid at all cost." he says looking around "notify the fleet prepare to jump Picon would be safer if the UNSC files are accurate."
"Yes sir" Morgan called out typing away "Charging FTL jump in forty five sec…" her voice caught in her throat as the two angular purple ships disappeared and reappeared a moment later one right on top of them and another right on top of another screening force.
The purple ship above the Justice opened fire blue pulses of plasma burning through and destroying the cutters Freedom and Liberty in seconds. Justice elevated her three cannons and pair of smaller guns and opened fire as the other cutter Liberty took several hits before exploding violently the justice fired and the shells didn't even make it to the hull as the energy shield absorbed the hits from the medium shells without batting an eye.
The purple monster was so close to Justice Wilhelm could see the strange turrets rotate to point right at him and closed his eyes.
Aboard the CPV heavy corvette Mayhem's Delight
Flight Master Reth'bok clicked his beak in satisfaction as his ship burned the strange humans' pathetic ships. His ships scans told him there would be no need to board and loot these they did not contain anything worth looting to bring to his mistress Tau'cha the ship's force was after was a massive ship in the very center.
Reth reached out a clawed foot and kicked a nameless Unggoy "to inform the pack leader to launch and board the prize." Reth snapped his beak in a loud snap "if they escape…" he left the threat unspoken.
The slave forgotten Reth turned his attention back to the battle at talon his own ship and the other corvette Mayhem's Folly had already destroyed over a dozen of the smaller ships and burned the two larger he hesitated to call them carriers but they did carry many pathetically weak ships these humans called Vipers. Reth laughed as he saw the Delights Seraphs launch and immediately start burning the poorly named space fighters from the battle space.
He watched as a flight of three Seraphs flashed over a cluster of seven freighters plasma and fuel rod charges along their length and grinned savagely as one of the burning hot charges hit something vital and a secondary explosion ripped one of them in half.
Folly followed his example and launched their own fighters they carried multiple space banshees and four of the other humans Longswords he watched as a Kig yar controlled Longsword fire its heavy kinetic cannon and rip a string of holes in a small armed ship its three cannons and pair of smaller guns unable to touch it before firing off a valuable missile destroying the engines of another of the pitifully under armed human ships.
The communication system beeped drawing his attention to the face of Shipmistress Tau'Cha " flight master we are launching a boarding party to the massive ship your fighters will cover them." the screen shut off before he could answer but his devotion compelled him to he bowed arms crossed over his chest in a sign of obedience "of course mistress.:
The fighters obeyed the relayed instructions immediately and met up with a swarm of pelicans and phantoms carrying a boarding party of grunt slaves and pirates. Heading right for the Dream of Virgon.
Reth drew his attention back to the fight of the thirty five pitiful warships and carriers; only seven were left; he watched the slaughter unfolding and an explosion drew his attention; a single human ship had just destroyed one of the pirates, Pelicans. With a snarl he announced to the unggoy at the weapons station "wipe these insignificant savages from space you fool or we will see how well you do outside without a suit!"
The grunt in fear panicked and diverted power from the lasers to power the pair of massive
Argament pattern plasma torpedo launchers the pirates had liberated from the wreck of Maugen pattern armored cruiser, what the UNSC humans referred to as RCS class cruiser.
The six torpedos locked on to the nearest human warships and fired before Reth saw what the grunt had done and spat from their tubes the last thing the grunt saw was the two improvised carriers and four cutters detonate from the single hit before Reth struck him down from behind with a plasma sword screaming about how expensive those torpedoes are.
The remaining human freighters seeing the last of their escorts slaughtered panicked and began random jumping the handful of cannon batteries on the Dream of Virgon doing its best to cover the nearest freighters as they began jumping they didn't even see the twenty pirate dropships duck in under the counter fire and land in their primary flight bay.