Colonial Air Space

[NPC Colonial Officer]

As Captain Kelly Uhu, Daedulus Air Wing (NPC)

"Acheron, this is Viper Five Five Gamma, be advised, heavy raiders have slipped past your guns, I count three, making way for the underside aft airlock. Am unable to intercept, over."

[npcpilot]

On board the Battlecruiser Artemis, Acheron Battlegroup

As Lieutenant Janet Grozky, Communications Officer (NPC)

"Acheron, Acheron, this is Artemis, we are joined up with you. Be advised, we are also launching our birds and engaging enemy ships. We are off your starboard stern, will attack basestars in our firing solution, Artemis out"

*Narrowing the engine fin's hitting the thrusters, speeding down out the AFT pod with my squadron heading for the Acheron's belly, reaching up hitting the outer light's.*

"Hello Hello, Viper Squadron 53 from the Atlantia joining the party. Acheron you have a nasty infestation on your ship now this will sting but were hear with the antidote."

*Cocking my head left to right*

"Ok boy's Let's kick the tires and light the fires! Weapon's going hot"

*Spitting hot metal at the raider's pouching holes into the wing's. Reaching over taking aim with the Admiral's new round's, firing a Ragnarok Rufus round into the head of one raider. Peering out the canopy shining the light and taking some photo's, watching the raider slowly dim it's light and die floating away.*

[CylonOps]

The lone Raider being's to die but wait in starts to download. Sending it's now infected code back to the nearest resurrecting hub. Transferring into a new raider sick infecting the whole hub, slowly killing any cylons and raiders nearby. Withering away growing weaker as the other Cylon's become aware it's to late, as the can only warn others who have jumped away.

[npcpilot]

*Joining the Terran fighters patrolling keeping a watch out for a raiders. The raptor deploying mines and net around.*

[CylonOps]

A two basestar's dieing in Colonial airspace raider's floating and drifting as they slowly expire. Cylon's fallen laying around the Basestar's CCC, hallways and hanger bay, some hanging on as they know if they resurrect they Cylon race would be no more.

Commander Sydell and Kona have made it away with Justice in the Brig. Alex has taken over then 106 and plots to over throw Kona. the 106 and 109 have split up and both jumped away from Terra. No one ever expected the Colonial's and Terran's to work together, after all the cylon created the plot to hate each other for year's now.

[npcpilot]

As Major Gil Hansen, Colonial Fleet, 6th Viper Squadron based on Terra at Corinth (NPC)

"Tallyho all Colonial and Terran units, Cylons are on the retreat, count eleven basestars destroyed or badly damaged, four more damaged but under power and two minimal damage but now out of weapons range. Looks like we won this round, Viper 71 Beta 6 heading back to the barn, Terran air cover will fly the CAP. All planet based squadrons are to return home, out."

[npcpilot]

As Major Gil Hansen, Colonial Fleet, 6th Viper Squadron based on Terra at Corinth (NPC)

"Tallyho all Colonial and Terran units, Cylons are on the retreat, count eleven basestars destroyed or badly damaged, four more damaged but under power and two minimal damage but now out of weapons range. Looks like we won this round, Viper 71 Beta 6 heading back to the barn, Terran air cover will fly the CAP. All planet based squadrons are to return home, out."

[TerraOps]

On board the Hospital Ship Solace



As Commander Laurie Valan, Terran Fleet (NPC)

"This is the Terran Hospital Ship Solace, we are ready to receive any and all wounded and dead. We are launching raptors and shuttles and are prepared for all incoming vessels. We also have SAR capability and have sent out our birds, Solace out."

[TerraOps]

On board the Hospital Ship Solace



As Commander Laurie Valan, Terran Fleet (NPC)

"This is the Terran Hospital Ship Solace, we are ready to receive any and all wounded and dead. We are launching raptors and shuttles and are prepared for all incoming vessels. We also have SAR capability and have sent out our birds, Solace out."

[CylonOps]

As the remaining four basestars move out of weapons range and prepare to jump out of the human solar system, the damaged and destroyed basestars, eleven of them in total, float aimlessley in space, their raiders having either been destroyed or taken in by the basestars that were able to escape destruction at the hands of the humans. Still, there was life on board those eleven basestars and the humans were about to discover you should never leave a basestar to just float.

While the Colonial and Terran fleets were busy trying to get their wounded off loaded and their ships fully functional, the eleven basestars, in unison, began the loading of nuclear missiles into their launchers, ready to strike deep into the heart of the human fleets.

When the launch preperations were complete, over one hundred missiles, each containing five separate warheads, went streaking away from the so-called dead basestars and straight towards the unsuspecting humans.

[fleetops]

Cylon missiles pour out the basestar's heading for all the vipers in formation. One by one the missiles impact the vipers and most hit the Ragnarök Mines setting off a chain reaction around all those Basestar's.

Wait what about those viper's well in a big twist there all empty. But where did everyone go you ask, good question. Well the Colonial's and the Terran's are supporting the latest fashion stolen by the Cylon's. Implied Colonial tech in the latest Bio and Nano-tech, created by Rear Admiral Yogi this suit protect the user but also enhances there own ability.

Anyway long story short the Colonial's and Terran's have sneakily taking over all the dead raider's. Setting a trap for the Cylon using there own dead against them. The Cylon Basestar's that Jumped in have foolishly Jumped into one big trap. With afew word's the raiders came to life destroying the Cylon ship one by one Turning the tables yet again.

Two Basestar's remain that the Cylon's can't seem to control. Backed up by the Colonial and Terran Fleet the Alex will think twice before taking on the race that created the Cylon's

[Col. Jack Sydell]

*Jumping in with the 106 launching missiles as sound's of cheer echo throughout the Ares. Turning around to deploy the 2nd wave only to notice there dead raider's coming back to life and destroying there own. picking up multiple hits across the star. Running an masking program only to notice Alex lead them into a mine field. Know that Seven has lead them into danger and me with Justice and Kona on-board it's time to leave.*

"Prepare to jump and repair's"

*Shifting my palm*

"109 calling 106 this is Commander Sydell, you lead us all into a trap. I am hereby ordering a retreat and for you to stand down."

[NPC Hybrid]

Back at the Basestar Ares

"Progress reports arriving. The Basestar 301-Ravenflight are burning. The Basestar 401-Ah Pukuh are burning. The Basestar 501-Ah Tabai are burning. Basestar 103 Annihilator has been lost. The Basestar 102 Ordovician has been lost. The Colonies of Man trampled at our fleet....JUMP..JUMP"

*Powering up the Gravitic Drive, a space time window opens as the Ares is sucked in as the windows closes behind.*

[Clayton Dualla]

Clayton listened intently to the Judge speak to the pilot about a shrouded island. As she handed him the map, his head cocked slightly to the right while his left eyebrow rose toward his non-existent hairline.

"Fascinating." And it was. What he saw on the map, and what was described, was something far removed from the life he'd known and left. In it's own way, it was as even more alluring than catching up with Elea in Gondawa and finding out what she had gotten into. He had some understanding of the Thirteenth Tribe through the doctor. He knew that he could receive Cylon projections from her just as he could from a Six or a Three, or even an Eight, when he considered the vision he had with Alexandra to be actually a projection instead of a prophecy. This place, though, was pure mystery.

"Okay, then. When I've been looking for the President of the planet, how does getting involved with a hidden island that sounds like it's separate from the rest of the place facilitate that?" He was skeptical because he was now heading in the opposite direction, away from society instead of to the seat of government. He wondered where this was going.

[Clayton Dualla]

Rubbing the stubble of his chin, Clayton began to wonder what else was going on. This was a planet he knew little about. Sure, the statistical formulae for social systems could be applied to the populace, at least the human one. The calculations weren't meant for Cylon psychology. That would leave the Gondawans out of the equation. Still, the devil was in the details, and the specifics were what had Dualla puzzled. He rubbed a hand back over his bald pate, which had long ago stopped trying to regrow hair after the radiation the black hole had bathed him in.

Tracing a finger across the map, he thought about what the judge had said about Dradis being useless. The terrain itself could be a factor, with holes and crevasses that would dissipate and attenuate the active radiation from the sensors as effectively as textured Carbolite. Carbolite. Could there be deposits of the rare substance on the island? Could that be one of the reasons the Cylons were trying to colonize Terra? He'd read enough intelligence reports during his time as Senior Tech Adviser in the Skulbaka administration to know that it was not only used by the Colonials, but by the Cylons. They actually were better with it because it had a structure that was more like their own biocrystalline metals. The Colonial scientists had made inroads at breaking down that matrix, relying on the old documents from the creation of the Cylons. Though the Cylons had advanced the technology beyond current human industry, it was not a wholly uknown substance. In some ways, the Herculite that had been developed by himself, Harry Harrison, and Carl 'Doc' Savage was similar.

Crossing his arms, he sat back. He could not speak his mind in the presence of the pilot. He fixed the judge with a serious look. Though she was a jurist and not a politician or a scientist or a soldier, she rubbed elbows with all of them at one time or another. She would pick up things, or she wouldn't be in the job she had now.

"When we get down, we need to talk. Seriously. In depth."