Colonial Air Space

[Commander Frank Admiral]

ok
I turn around and tell the marines to get ready for anything that could happen and we have to protect aour pilot from their.
Lt are there going to be any shooting or is it a fast pick up in and out

[Clayton Dualla]

Watching the interaction between JJ and Captain Admiral, Clayton kept quiet. He was the rescuee here, Frost was in command, and there was no indication that he would have to take charge. JJ was aboard Galactica for awhile when he was in charge of the 14th Eagle Raptors. She was a cool professional even then. He didn't expect trouble from White Fang. They'd jumped into the middle of the battle with the Cylons and came to their defense. They had done the same with their behemoth of a starship, bigger than the biggest Battlestar ever. Even then, he patted the Metal Storm pistols on his thighs. He was loaded for bear if needed. He just didn't think it would be.

He called up to the Cockpit.

"Lieutenant, any idea who's in command of the White Fang?"

[Commander Frank Admiral]

I check the maps of the white fangs base i notices that they have a lot of hangers and rooms i think that Lt rose could be their. Marine James prepare for anything that could happen in the base so tell the men to get ready i hear that their are former colonial officers their

[Captain JJ Frost]

Answering from over her shoulder *Captain Admiral, I don't foresee any problems in getting Lt. Rose back. She was able to place the call herself to the Atlantia. I would think if they intended to hold her hostage or dangle her as 'bait' to attack us they would have had someone other than Lt. Rose make the call. But, if they start firing on us you all just have to depend on my superior flying skills to save you.*JJ smiles a wicked little smile as she's 100% telling the truth. JJ swoops the Raptor in for a final approach. They are within distance of the hangar deck areas now and the huge ship called the White Fang is a formidable force. Looming huge and armed to the teeth from what JJ can see.

*In answer to your question, Colonel Dualla, not really. All I know for certain is they helped us in running the Cylons from that last fight and they have allowed Rose to call for a rescue Raptor* She watches closely as her Raptor grows ever closer to the White Fang and wonders how Rose is doing. <<Rose, she's so sweet. I hope whoever is in charge here has been good to her. If not, well, I don't even want to think about that>>

JJ opens a channel to the White Fang's CIC now. *White Fang this is Raptor 806 from the BS-53 Atlantia. We are here to pick up one Lieutenant Rose that you were kind enough to rescue for us. Requesting clearance to land - Lieutenant Frost - over*

While waiting for clearance JJ turns to Captain Admiral *Now, Captain when I get this baby set down I will lower the ramp for you and your men to get out. I would imagine there will be someone there to meet you. Colonel, I guess it's up to you if you want to go along or not. Sometimes a superior Officer is good to have along you know* JJ smiles and feels this mission is going pretty well. They have gotten DiamondClay and soon will have Rose too.

[Jack "Fraker" Reynolds]

The comms officer nodded as he began relaying the message. While Jack left.

"Atlantia Raptor 806, you are clear to land in hanger bay 2. Be advised, due to protocol you will be greeted by an armed escort and they will take you to Lt Rose's last location."

[Clayton Dualla]

Clayton is about to reply to JJ when White Fang squawks over the comm with a reply. He grunts.

"I suppose I will tag along. It might be good to have a senior officer along. We'll see how they do. This is your rescue, you do the talking. I'll intervene only if needed. Besides, I may meet somebody familiar aboard." Clayton thought back to the monster battleship they used during the big Cylon attack. Meeting her commander would be interesting, to say the least.

[Commander Frank Admiral]

ok you could come Col. Lt i eill have my marines armed I dont trust the white fang security what if we walk into a trap

[Commander Frank Admiral]

As we land in the main hanger that they told us i get out with my marines and the Col

[Commander Frank Admiral]

Lt whats next

[Captain Jon "Renegade" Little]

After reaching the airfield, Jon quickly got out of the Jeep and made his way over to the Raptor. It was modified in ways that he had never seen. But it must have been a top secret craft that the Sec of Def didn't know about. Getting in not bother putting a suit on since they weren't leaving the atmosphere.

Little did a short version of a pre-flight as the marines were loading in. Turning getting the thumbs up that everything was ready. He shut the hatch and quickly lifted off. Heading in the direction of the City of Sparta, the land started to get hilly and mountainess. Reaching the City he banked the ship north and followed the trail that he spotted traveling through the area. Looking through the windshield of the Raptor he saw a small village.

"Alright, remember Terrains don't like Colonials. Don't fire until provoked with a deadly action. Don't want my arse on the line for one of your frakers shooting an innocent."

Renegade found a nice plot of land just outside of the small village to land.

{Continues in Gondawa Hillside}

[FLT. Admiral Yogi]

*Pulling back of the yoke leveling the raptor, busting through the atmosphere. Grasping the map and the paper, reaching down punching in the coordinates to a private landing strip. Creating a huge boom breaking through pushing on the yoke as the Ion Drives narrow picking up speed zipping through there sky.*

[NPC Marine]

*Pulling back of the yoke leveling the raptor, busting through the atmosphere. Checking Yogi's GPS coordinates. Creating a huge boom breaking through pushing on the yoke as the Ion Drives narrow picking up speed zipping through there sky.*

[NPC Marine]

*Pulling back of the yoke, busting through the atmosphere.*

[fleetops]

On board the Colonial Gunstar Daphne -BGS-003

As the crew of the Daphne settled into what should have been a rather routine patrol of the outer solar system, the Commander, a young female Major from Virgon, sat at her station, sipping on what had to be the worst cup of java she had ever had the displeasure of tasting. Setting the cup on the Plotting Console, she looked over at her XO, a young man Captain from Terra. Although they had served together for the past year, she really hadn't carried on a meaningful conversation with him. Smiling, she started to speak.

"So tell me Captain Connor, what made you decide to join the Colonial Fleet?"

The young man looked up at his Commander, surprised she was asking him a question outside of the running of this ship. For a second, he hesitated on how to respond.

"Well, uh, Major Finley, I, uh, well, I was tired of hearing about all the fun you Colonials were having up here in space, so I decided it was time to join up. How about you?"

Major Shelly Finley was only 12 years old when the Cylons attacked her home on Virgon. Her parents had been killed but she and her three sisters had managed to be placed on a civilian freighter that had managed to land near her village, rescuing over 1800 civilians. They were the lucky ones, because there had also been Colonial Marines on board, coming home for leave from Canceron. The years of exposure to them and the others from the Fleet had made the decision to join the Fleet an easy one. Looking at the Captain, she replied.

"Living on a ship, surrounded by the Colonial military, it wasn't a hard choice. Besides, they ACTUALLY pay us to do this! So Captain, any news from HQ? Two weeks of this and we're all going to need some ambrosia, or some of that famous terran grass wine."

Before the Captain could reply, a large explosion rocked the entire ship. Major Finley was thrown to the deck, a large cut above her right eye. Struggling to get to her feel, she could hear the alarms sounding off in the CIC. Gaining her balance, she looked to where the XO had been standing. All she saw was a mass of twisted metal, conduit, and arcing wires. Looking around the CIC, there were only three others alive, the rest were either knocked out or dead. Calling to the Navigation Station, Major Finley yelled out.

"Nav, what the frak was that?"

The Ensign at the Nav Station looked over at the Commander.

"Commander, we have been hit by a missile, from where I have no idea Sir."

At that moment, another explosion rocked the ship, this time more to the stern. The Commander looked at the DRADIS console and then looked at the Nav Officer.

"Ensign, we are under attack by a basestar and at least 12 squadrons of raiders. Get us the frak out of here!"

"Sir, the FTL is down as are one of our engines. We're lucky to be moving at all Sir."

Looking at the Lieutenant at the Comm Station, Major Finley yelled for him to contact fleet HQ.

"Comm, send an urgent message to Fleet HQ-Daphne under attack, one basestar. Major damage, do not expect to make it, am abandoning ship except for core personnel, over. Send it now!"

"Aye Sir, sending message now."

"Attention Colonial Fleet HQ-this is the Colonial Gunstar Daphne, we are under attack, coordinates 298 karem 336. One enemy basestar, dozen squadrons of raiders. Out FTL is out and we have lost one engine. Actual states non essential personnel to be evacuated. Do not expect to survive encounter, Daphne out."

[CylonOps]

The basestar stood there on station, the raiders pouring out of it like a swarm of wasps. The Colonial gunstar never really stood a chance, not at this close range and not against a basestar all by itself. Of course, this was an older model basestar, one of a couple dozen that the Cylons had mothballed many years ago, shortly after the first war with the Colonials.



The moment the basestar jumped into range, it let loose with one single missile, aimed directly at the CIC section of the ship. The second missile struck the stern of the gunstar, taking out one engine and certainly disabling the FTL. The rest would be a turkey shoot. The raiders danced around the stricken ship like flies swarming around a pile of dung.