Colonial Air Space

[npcpilot]

As Flight Lieutenant Casper Joslin, Terran Defense Forces (NPC)

Having just left the Terran Frigate Fortuna Nova, Flight Lieutenant Casper Joslin made his way towards the Colonial Battlecruiser Persephone. The remainder of his squadron also followed, engaging raiders along the way. Calling out to his ship, Casper made note of the severe damage to the Colonial ship.

"Fortuna Nova, this is Python Six Two Gamma, be advised, the Colonial vessel Persephone is severely damaged. There are fires all along the port side of the ship and she has massive hull damage. The hull has been compromised in multiple locations and she is venting atmosphere. I don't see any activity from her landing bays, over."

From one of the other Pythons, the pilot calls out to Casper.

"Python Six Two Gamma, this is Python Three Five Gamma, there appears to be some activity in the starboard landing bay, looks as if they are trying to get some of their raptors off ship but the raiders are keeping them at bay. I'm going to roll over there and see if I can take out those raiders. Five Five Gamma, follow me, out."

"Copy that Three Five, I'm going to fly up front to assess the damage topside. Seven Nine, follow me and cover my six. Fortuna Nova, get those SAR birds airborne. The port landing bay is clear on the fore end, stay clear of the stern, there are fires raging, Six Two out."

[Junior Lt. Bonnie Castor]

Incoming message from Battlestar Acheron

The following battle report is hereby sent to all Colonial and Terran units.

The following ships have either been destroyed or severely damaged. From the Atlantia Battlegroup, the Gunstar Cronus -BSB-10 has been destroyed with loss of the entire crew. From the Battlestar Chrysalis BSG-72 Battlegroup,
the Battlecruiser Avenger BCR-7501 reports massive damage to her starboard pod and fires throughout the ship. She has pulled off the line and will attempt to make it to the shipyard. The Gunstar Decuma -BGS-006 reports she is out of ordnance and damage is moderate to her topside.

Fleet Admiral Middleton's Flagship the Battlestar Leonides BSG-70 reports minor damage to the port stern, moderate damage to the starboard fore end of the landing bay and several fires in the ship. She is rendezvousing with a resupply ship to take on more ordnance and supplies. The Battlecruiser Athena BCR-9801 reports moderate damage to port pod, fires are under control but she is low on ordnance and will pull off the line to resupply. No word on the gunstar assigned to Leonides.


Acheron Battlegroup reports as follows: Battlecruiser Artemis BCR-5532, destroyed. Battlecruiser Aphrodite BCR-023 reports no damage as she is being kept in reserve.
Battlecruiser Persephone BCR-608, destroyed with all hands on board. Gunstar
Perseids BGS-012 is with us now.

End Message

[npcpilot]

As Captain Eleanor Rigby, 65th Fighter Squadron "Night Terror"-Terran Defense Forces (NPC)

"Terran Control, This is Asp Flight Seven Delta Four. All quiet out here, except for that massive planet sized onject holding station from the planet. Continuing patrol with squadron, this is CAP, over and out."

[Npc Terran Military]

"Copy that Asp Flight Seven Delta Four, continue CAP until relieved, Terra Control out."

[Npc Terran Military]

As Commander Val Montrose, TDF (NPC)

On board the Frigate Modesto

Val stood there on the bridge, looking out through the main window, down to the planet below her. She had received a message from the TDF HQ moments ago to move her ship into a position just above the Adelila Islands. The Modesto was one of the "newest" ships to enter service with the TDF. In reality, the ship was a converted freighter, re-designed to be a ship of war. Her engines had been replaced and a new FTL installed. New electronics, avionics, weaponry, the whole nine yards. Still, the ship was not fully designed for combat. She was more of a band-aid, a temporary fix to a lack of combat ships possessed by the Terrans. This new mission didn't sit well with her or the crew. They were being ordered to most likely take military action against their won people, at least that was the rumor. Looking over to the Helmsman, she gave an order.

"Helm, sit us right above Adelia, thirty thousand kilometers, and hold station."

Val looked around the bridge, looking for her XO. Spotting him she gave the next order.

"XO, all weapons hot. Target all known military installations on the surface and prepare to fire on my command. Any sign of hostilities on the part of the Adelians and we take them out."

The XO looked stunned, but responded.

"Aye Commander, all weapons hot, target all military installations on Adelia. Hold until ordered to fire."

Walking over to the Commander, the XO spoke in a lower voice.

"What exactly are we doing Val? Preparing to fire upon our own planet and people? What the frak is going on?"

Val turned and couldn't hide the look of disgust on her face.

"Tom, we are being used in a game of chess. We are but a pawn in this game and I'm afraid once it really gets going, we're going to find ourselves in a civil war that we will not recover from for many years. The Adelia Islands are talking about seceding from the federal government and there is rumor that Eresea and the Meliosk Islands are going to do the same. The bigger issue is Eresea. They have voer 200 million people on that continent and a rather large and advanced military. They also have econimic power, enough to grab the attention of the government on Corinth. If they throw their weight behind this secession movement, then things are really going to get dicey."

"Well, what the hell are we supposed to do?"

"Convince the Adelians to not go through with their plans, by force."

[Capt. Joseph Markus]

Joseph sat there in his new chair on the bridge, trying to get used to the damn thing. Things had been pretty much boring these past several months. The ship had been assigned to shuttling miners and supplies to the mining areas and he was getting tired of it and those filthy miners. For now, they were headed back to the main shipyard at Terra to take on some supplies of their own as well as a few new crew members. Suddenly, an alarm went off. Looking over at the Navigation Officer, Joseph asked what was going on.

"What is it Lieutenant Morse?"

"DRADIS contact Captain, and they sure aren't ours. Multiple contacts, raiders Captain. Wait, two, no three basestars."

"What the frak are they doing way out here? Spool up the FTL and get us out of here. Comm, send a flash message to the Fleet. This isn't some scouting mission. Bring the weapons on line."

"Aye Sir, FTL is being brought on line, two minutes Sir."

The Communications officer looked at Joseph.

"Sir, we're being jammed. Can't get a message out Sir."

Joseph looked at the Weapons Officer.

"Lieutenant Randall, prepare all tubes and get our gun crews ready. Looks like we're going to have to slug it out for a little."

"All weapons are ready Sir."

"Well then, let's start this dance, shall we?"

[Supreme Cavil]

Cavil entered the CCC, looking at the others.

"Let's get this show started, shall we? We are going to end this pest known as man once for all. Jump to their planet, Terra, we will finish this fight."

With that, the Scorpiopn jumped along with a dozen other ships, including several captured civilian ships containing thousands of the hybrid clones.

[CylonOps]

Jumping in behind the Basestar Scorpion, a dozen or so assorted support ships arrived on station, immediately heading straight towards the planets surface before the humans could mount their defense. Among these ships were several captured human civilian ships. On board those ships were thousands of cylon-human hybrids. But all was not as it would appear. Many of these hybrids had no desire to fight the humans and had formed a plan to escape frmo the cylons and centurions once they had landed. Of course, their ships had to actually land before they could escape.

[Judge Judith Schwein]

Judith sat in her seat in the shuttle, adjusting herself. She looked over at Sinclair. The man was a bore but he did know his job. Still, she would have preferred the company of the balding former Colonial Colonel. She looked out the port side window when all of a sudden, raiders and heavy raiders streaked by the shuttle, fortunately at a good distance from the shuttle. Looking up towards the cockpit, she yelled to the pilot.

"Get us out of here now young lady, we need to find a safe haven."

The pilot looked at the DRADIS and then responded back to Judith.

"It's a full-scale invasion ma'am. Our only two options are to head to Gindawan territory or to that large moon-sized ship above the northern pole."

Judith winced just a little, then she smiled. Drexl. Clayton. Yes, it was really that simple.

"Change course for that ship please, it's the safest place in the universe. Oh, and please let them know we are coming so we don't get vaporized."

"Yes ma'am. Drex Star, this is Terran Judicial flight one alpha requesting emergency clearance, enemy craft are all around us, over"

[fleetops]

As the Battlestar Acheron arrived on station near Terra, the remainder of her battle group arrived, the Battlecruisers Artemis BCR-5532 and Aphrodite BCR-023 as well as the Gunstar Perseids BGS-012.

Within moments, the Battlestar Odysseus-BSG-92 and her battle group the Battlecruisers Agamemnon BCR-211 and Castor BCR-766 arrived as well. Immediately, over 400 vipers were launched. What started as one Basestar attacking soon turned into two additional Basestars joining in the fight.

While the Colonial forces were busy with the raiders and their basestars, several dozen medium transport ships were launched from the basestars, their destination the southern hemisphere of Terra. Escorting them were dozens of heavy raiders and hundreds of atatck raiders.

[CylonOps]

The basestars were busy launching their raiders and heavy raiders. So far, over three dozen medium sized transports, along with their escorts of raiders, had managed to not only enter the planets atmosphere but had managed to make it to their destination in the Southern Hemisphere-the Frondal Islands.

Two additional basestars had now jumped into terran airspace and were taking up positions around the planet. Their mission was to knock out the planetary air defense command centers, thus making it more difficult for the humans to effectively track the raiders. The problem still remained that there were literally thousands of manually operated anti-aircraft batteries all over the planets surface. There was also the issue of the planets surface navy that was spread out over every ocean and sea on the planet.

One basestar had set itself in position over the continent of Corinth when it found itself face to face with the colonial battlestar Odysseus, which had moved itself far enough away from the rest of her battlegroup that it became a tempting target. Within minutes, hundreds of nuclear tipped missiles were sent streaking towards the battlestar.

Basestar 201-Dante



Basestar 301-Ravenflight

[npcpilot]

As Captain Jenny Larson, Terran Defense Froces (NPC)

Watching in disbelief, Jenny looked on in horror as a colonial battlestar rammed into the lead basestar. Regaining her compsure, she keyed her mic.

"All stations, this is terran fighter six two four. Uh, a battlestar, the Acheron I believe, just rammed into a basestar. The ships is intact. We are moving in to provide cover. We could use some more help up here, over."

[Junior LT Pieter "Nova" Darius]

Coming up and over the top side of the Acheron, Pieter continued firing at the raiders that were attacking the ship. One, two, three they went but almost immediately more came to take their place. Fortunately, the terrans had gotten dozens of squadrons into the fight and they were doing a lot of damage to the raiders and heavy raiders. Pieter still couldn't believe that the Acheron had rammed the basestar. He was glad he was a viper jockey and not some grunt Marine. Keying his comm, he called out to the other pilots.

"Juggler, I've got several boigies up here topside and could use a hand. They're frakking everywhere. Good, Sidewinder, you take the right and I'll take the left. Let's see if we can keep those bastards off the ship and send them to wherever dead toasters go."

"Copy that Pudding Cup, Sidewinder is here to save the day."

Pieter hated his new call sign. Just because he loved chocolate pudding and could almost always be found with one in his hand did not mean he wanted the Fleet to be calling him pudding cup. His tone came across the wireless loud and clear.

"That's not my frakking call-sign. My proper call-sign is Grinder now get it straight."

"Vipers Two Five Alpha and Four Four delta, maintain proper comm etiquette and keep this freq clear for combat traffic, Acheron out."

"Great, now you got us in trouble. Okay, back to destroying raiders boys and girls."

[Captain Joshua Rohan, CMCR]

On board the Cylon Basestar Ravenflight

Joshua blew the hatch on Airlock Two and was the first one inside, fast roping down to the deck some twenty meters below. Seconds behind him were thirty additional Marines. Looking around the expansive section, Joshua motioned for his team to move forward. They had made it to an open hatchway when all of a sudden the place erupted into chaos. Centurions began pouring into the section, firing wildly into his team. Several marines went down immediately. From above, back on the Acheron, a heavy weapons team began firng into the centurions with a small scale rail gun, set to rapid fire. The Marines had to duck for cover so as to not be killed by their own people. Joshua made his way through the hatchway to escape the carnage, onlly to find himself staring at several dozen more centurions.

"This isn't good."

He raised his heavy rifle, the M-112 armor piercing assault rifle. He set the fire selector to auto and squeezed the trigger, sending those lovely armor piercing explosive rounds down the passageway, tearing into the centurions. Soon, three more of his team joined in, clearing the passageway. A Corporal came up to him, breathing a little hard.

"Sir, we've taken out the centurions. Reinforcements from Acheron are on their way down the ropes now. Teams one, three, four and five have also met with resistance but are advancing. Team six has yet to report in and Marines from the ship are set up at that airlock in the event the centurions try to board Acheron."

"Good, let's get a move on before more toasters arrive. This isn't the best defensive position right now. Twenty meters ahead, we go right, then twenty more meters, a left and we should be at their command section."

[NPC Marine]

As Private First Class Megan Hellrung, CMC (NPC)

On board the Cylon Basestar Ravenflight, Acheron Fast Response Team Two

Megan kept close to Captain Rohan, her weapon at the ready for whatever came their way. She could hear gunfire in the distance and knew immediately it was coming from the other FRT's. From what she could hear on her comm link, Team Six had taken massive casualties and another team was being assembled to take their place. Suddenly , what appeared to be a human female came around the corner.

"DON'T SHOOT! I'm a civilian, captured months ago. You have to get me out of here!"

before anyone could react, the female pulled a sidearm and began firing wildly. One round hit the Marine behind her in the head, killing him instantly. Another round hit her in her chest but her body armor stopped the round from finding flesh. still, the close impact knocked her backwards. Suddenly, more humans were in the passageway, all of them firing at the Marines. The rest of her team responded in kind, sending a wall of lead towards the humans. Of course, they weren't true humans. These were those cylon-human hybrids they had all heard about. Within minutes, several marines and several dozen hybrids lay dead or dying. Megan turned around and called for a corpsman.

"CORPSMAN UP! We got wounded!"

Looking over at Captain Rohan, she watched as he pointed his rifle at the body of a dying hybrid. Without hesitation, he squeezed the trigger, sending a dozen rounds into its body. Turning to Megan, he smiled.

"And to think, they pay us to do this shit. Let's get a move on. Doc, take care of those you can save and get 'em back to the Acheron. Let's go, we're almost there people. Look sharp and shoot anything not in a Colonial uniform, got it?"