Fleet HQ

[Administrator]

Headquarters of the Colonial Fleet at Terra

[fleetops]

Inside the Fleet Comm Center at Fleet HQ

The Comm Officer of the Watch listens as numerous Fleet ships begin arriving in Terra's airspace. The Major motions to the Chief Petty Officer of the Watch and tells her to notify the Commander that ships are arriving.

"Notify Commander Narhu that the Fleet is arriving and taking up station. I'm sure he'll notify Vice Admiral Athena."

The Major returns to watching the DRADIS and listening to the comm chatter between the ships.

As the Fleet continues to gather at Terra, a number of ships suddenly jump into Terra's airspace.

The Reserve Gunstars Cadmus, Ceres, Cepheus, Bellona, Clotho, Circe and Pollux take up formation and prepare to station themselves around the planet.

Moments later, the remainder of the Gunstars arrive and begin to launch their Vipers to assist with the planetary CAP.

On board the Gunstar Achilles

"Gunstars Cronus, Daphne, Decuma and Diomedes, this is Achilles Actual, form up on our Port side, over."

"Cronus copies that."

"Roger that, Daphne forming up."

"Decuma Actual, copy that Achilles."

"This is Diomedes, copy that."

[Capt. Joseph Markus]

May 27, 2010 20:52:50 GMT -6 Major K Castorious, CF said:

May 19, 2010 21:22:26 GMT -6 Imperious Leader Kona said:

I send out a message to the Gunstar Cronus

*This is Lt. Kona of the Battlestar Atlantia do you need our assistance, I repeat This is Lt. Kona of the Battlestar Atlantia do you need our assistance*

"Battlestar Atlantia, this is Captain K Castorious. We need assistance, over. There are Raiders all over us, over."

Hearing the call of a Colonial Viper pilot, Captain Markus sits up in his chair. He looks over at his Nav Officer.

"Can you pick up anything on DRADIS?"

"Yes Sir, there are about 30 Raiders, no Basestar though."

"Helm, set course for the Supply Station. Get our birds ready. We're closer than the Atlantia. Notify them we are heading that way."

"Aye Sir. Setting course for Supply Station, Aye."

The Comm Officer sends a message to the Atlantia

"Battlestar Atlantia, this is the Marauder. We are heading to assist the Supply Station. Request you send help, over."

[fleetops]

As the Battlecruiser Persephone arrived on station, the Comm Officer listened to all the comm traffic happening. She looked over at the XO and waved to get her attention.

"Sir, there's an awful lot of comm chatter going on. From what I can make of it, the Cylons have attacked the Supply Station. CMS Marauder is on station, as is the Cronus. Atlantia is not far away. The Fleet has sortied and is deploying through out the solar system. Something big is going on."

The XO comes over to the Comm Officer's chair and bends down, listening to the myriad of voices on the speaker.

"Where's the Commander? And what's our status?"

The Nav Officer looked towards the XO.

"Sir, we are on station at the Shipyard. Fleet Traffic is ordering us closer to the Command Station. They want us to launch our Alert Vipers and have them join up with those from the other ships."

The XO looked at the LSO and nodded. The LSO keyed his comm and gave the order to the Squadrons, already standing by in the tubes.

"Launch the Alert Vipers, this is not a drill."

At that moment, the Commander walked into the CIC.

"What's the situation XO?"

"Sir, we're being directed by Fleet Traffic to take up station at the Command Station and to launch our birds."

"Get me in touch with Fleet HQ as soon as we can get through all this chatter."

"Aye Sir. Fleet HQ, this is the Persephone, Actual requests to speak with you, over"

[fleetops]

Rear Admiral Johann Sustar, Commander of the Fleet's Battlecruisers, walked into the Command Center just as the message was coming in from the Battlecruiser Persephone. Having served on many ships throughout his career in the Colonial Fleet, RADM Sustar knew that his Battlecruisers could stand up to any Basestar. He stood there for a moment before taking the headset being offered to him.

"Battlecruiser Persephone, this is Battlecruiser Actual, do you copy?"

"Roger that Actual, Persephone Actual here. It's good to hear your voice Admiral."

"Same here Commander Opilio. What's your status?"

"We are on station at Fleet Command Station, our birds are in the air. What's the sit-rep Admiral?"

"The Fleet is gathering at Mandalay Station."

Looking at the Comm Specialist on duty, the Admiral leans down and asks if the channel is secure and scrambled. The Comm Specialist nods affirmative.

"Commander, the Fleet is preparing for an assault on the Cylon home world not far from our solar system. We're gathering all the reserve and active Battlestars, as well as most of our Battlecruisers. They'll be joined by our Troop Transports and about 20,000 of our Marines. Your mission, along with a few other of our cruisers, will be to defend the planet. The Colonial Merchant Fleet will be assigned to patrol duty to fill the gap, since they're all armed sufficiently to defend themselves."

"Sir, isn't that a major undertaking for us? With all due respect Admiral, we're so short on personnel Sir that we have less than half our full complement of crew on board as it is."


"Yes Commander, it is but we've shifted personnel around to make certain every ship has the minimum amount of people to fulfill the mission."

"What exactly IS the mission Admiral?"

"We're going to launch a planetary assault and knock out their ability to resurrect. We know there is a resurrection facility on the planet. We'll also hit their shipbuilding facilities and see how much damage we can do."

"Gods be with us Admiral. We'll do our part here."

"I know you will Commander, I know you will. Stand by for further instructions, Actual out."

[fleetops]

Admiral Sustar was about to leave the Command Center when he heard the call of two more cruisers reporting on station.

On the Bridge of the Battlecruiser Artemis

"Fleet Traffic, this is the Battlecruiser Artemis. We are reporting as instructed, over."

"Artemis, Fleet Traffic. Take up station at 193 karem 64, over."

"Copy that Fleet Traffic."

On the Bridge of the Battlecruiser Castor

"Artemis, this is Castor. We'll take up position on your Port side, over."

"Copy that Castor."

[fleetops]

An incoming encrypted message is sent from Fleet HQ to all ships.

Attention all Colonial ships-prepare for immediate rendezvous at Fleet Supply Station. All Battlestars will report on Station. The Fleet will be launching an immediate assault on the Cylon Homeworld, in retaliation for the attacks on Terra and several Fleet facilities and ships.

More info will follow soon. Until then, rendezvous at Supply Station and await further orders.

[Imperious Leader Kona]

A message comes in from the BSG-53 Atlantia:

Any Information leading to the Identity of this woman should be immediately forwarded to Commander Playtime on the BSG-53 Atlantia. Name, Assigned Battlestar, Rank, and Commanding Officer.

[fleetops]

While the Duty Crew of the Fleet Comm Station sat around, bored to death, a Specialist suddenly sat up in her chair, listening to the comm chatter from a Viper to the Battlestar Atlantia. Looking over to the Chief, she waved him to her Station.

"Chief, I'm picking up a signal from one of our Vipers. The pilot is calling to the Atlantia asking for assistance. She's under attack from a group of Raiders."

The Chief calls out to the Lieutenant on duty and both men come over to where the Specialist is sitting. The Lieutenant bends down a little and asks if the pilot has been identified.

"See if you can make out who the pilot is, and send out a message to any and all ships in that area to render immediate assistance."

"Yes sir, I can't make out the full transmission. I think the Cylons may be jamming the signal. The Atlantia has launched Vipers Sir. They're engaging the Raiders now Sir."

"Good, still send out the message to all ships in that Sector. There's bound to be more Cylons out there."

"Attention all Colonial ships in Sector Delta 70 Epsilon, be advised there is a Colonial Viper under attack by a group of Raiders. The Battlestar Atlantia is on Station and has launched Vipers. All ships are to take precautionary measures and render assistance if possible, this is Fleet Comm Center out."

[fleetops]

On board the Battlestar Olympus (BSG-90)

As the Battlestar Olympus makes its way back to the Terran System, the crew is anxious and excited to be coming back home, albeit their new home. Having been rebuilt at the new Scorpion Shipyard and sent from the 12 Colonies only a year ago, the crew was a mix between seasoned and rookie personnel. It really wasn't fair to say that the ship was the original Olympus, since only the Engineering spaces and the Starboard Pod were recovered, along with 3 other sections of the ship from the Bow Section. Still, the ship was rebuilt using the original blueprint designs. So far, the crew had not had any contact with any Cylons and they were glad about that. Suddenly, the DRADIS proximity alarm started beeping. The DRADIS officer, a 12 year Colonial Fleet veteran, looked at her console. She couldn't believe what her eyes were seeing. She looked over at the XO and yelled out to him.

"SIR! DRADIS contact, bearing 155 karem 67. Sir, it's 3 Cylon Basestars."

The XO looked at the Captain, then barked out to the Launch Control Officer, a rookie Junior Lieutenant.

"Launch the alert Vipers and ready all tubes for immediate launch of all wings. Set Condition One throughout the ship. Comm, get on the horn and see if you can raise anyone on or near Terra. All weapons, go hot and prepare for incoming Raiders."

"Sir, aye, launching alert Vipers and readying all tubes."

"Comm, aye sir. This is the Battlestar Olympus to the Colonial Fleet at Terra, we are under attack from 3 Cylon Basestars. Our position is 1663 2007 3118, over."

The XO looked over to the Port Hatch and noticed that the Commander had walked in. He smiled at her and noticed her hair was messy.

"I see you were awakened by the claxon. I guess there was no time to run a brush through that hair huh?"

Commander Stephanie Goodman and her XO, Colonel Rob Sinclair, had served on several ships together throughout their careers, last serving as Commander and XO on the Escort Battlestar Copernicus. The two had always joked with one another, especially during combat operations. It kept the tone jovial and lessened the stress of the crew.

"I guess you lost your razor too, huh Colonel? What's the sit-rep?"

"Three Basestars just jumped into our space. Alert Vipers are launched and the tubes are ready to launch all the wings. Weapons are hot and ready to go. Contact with raiders in 3 minutes."

"Good. Ready the missiles. We're not going to stand and take on three Basestars for long but we'll see how much damage we can do before we leave."

Before the order could be given, several dozen Heavy Raiders suddenly appeared as if out of nowhere, launching nuclear ordnance. The impacting missiles hit the Port side of the Battlestar, setting off massive internal explosions and almost ripping the Port Pod from the ship. As the emergency lights flickered off and on, the CIC crew was busily trying to regain control of the ships functions. The Commander and XO were thrown up against the Command Console as more explosions rocked the ship. The Commander barked out an order to the Weapons Officer.

"Weapons, lock missiles onto those Basestars and fire tubes 1 through 8. Direct Forward Batteries towards the Basestar on the Starboard. Engage suppression fire and set our firing solution, and get those birds launched now!"

Not waiting to be told, the Communications Officer sent out another urgent message, hoping someone would hear and reply.

"This is the Battlestar Olympus. We are under attack and taking on severe damage. Request immediate assistance over. Our location is 1663 2007 3118, over. Do you copy Terran Control?"

[fleetops]

Inside the Communications Center

As the message from the Battlestar Olympus was heard throughout the Comm Center, the message was sent to Fleet HQ, alerting them of the situation. With the gracefulness of synchronized swimmers, the Comm crew sent out messages to the Fleet that was still in orbit around Terra, appraising them of what was happening. Without having to be told, two of those ships immediately contacted the Comm Center, requesting permission to jump to the aid of the Olympus.

On board the Battlecruiser Artemis

"Fleet Comm, this is the Artemis. Requesting permission to jump to the Olympus's location, over. We have our FTL spooled up and are standing by, over."

On board the Battlecruiser Persephone

"Terran Control, this is Persephone Actual, we are ready to jump and render assistance, over."

"Battlecruisers Artemis and Persephone, you are cleared for immediate jump, Fleet Comm out."

[Capt. Joseph Markus]

Walking onto the Bridge, Captain Markus motioned for the Communications Officer to turn up the volume. Joseph stood there listening to the Olympus call out for help and two Colonial Battlecruisers responding. The XO was currently on Shore Leave, as was about half the crew. Still, the Marauder could easily report for duty if needed. Their Raptor and Viper pilots were still aboard. Joseph decided that the ship would assist with and Search and rescue operations, should there be any. Walking up to the Communications Officer on duty, an Ensign named Cory Yana, Captain Markus took the other headset and keyed the comm.

"Fleet Comm Center, this is Captain Markus of the Marauder. Be advised, we are heading to the Olympus to assist with any Search and Rescue ops, over."

Motioning for the Nav Officer to disembark from the Fleet anchorage at Terra, the ship began to move away from her berth. Once clear, the ship began accelerating, heading out away from Terra.

"Marauder, be advised, there are reports of Cylon Basestars present. Colonial vessels are en-route at this moment. Proceed with caution, Comm Center out."

"Copy that Comm Center. We have Raptors and Vipers on board and are an armed merchant vessel, Marauder actual out."

At that moment, the Marauder jumped to the Olympus's location.

[Capt. Joseph Markus]

Walking onto the Bridge, Captain Markus motioned for the Communications Officer to turn up the volume. Joseph stood there listening to the Olympus call out for help and two Colonial Battlecruisers responding. The XO was currently on Shore Leave, as was about half the crew. Still, the Marauder could easily report for duty if needed. Their Raptor and Viper pilots were still aboard. Joseph decided that the ship would assist with and Search and rescue operations, should there be any. Walking up to the Communications Officer on duty, an Ensign named Cory Yana, Captain Markus took the other headset and keyed the comm.

"Fleet Comm Center, this is Captain Markus of the Marauder. Be advised, we are heading to the Olympus to assist with any Search and Rescue ops, over."

Motioning for the Nav Officer to disembark from the Fleet anchorage at Terra, the ship began to move away from her berth. Once clear, the ship began accelerating, heading out away from Terra.

"Marauder, be advised, there are reports of Cylon Basestars present. Colonial vessels are en-route at this moment. Proceed with caution, Comm Center out."

"Copy that Comm Center. We have Raptors and Vipers on board and are an armed merchant vessel, Marauder actual out."

At that moment, the Marauder jumped to the Olympus's location.

[fleetops]

On board the Battlecruiser Persephone

As the Persephone jumps to the location of the Battlestar Olympus, the crew is stunned to see the Olympus on fire all along her Port Side. The Basestars are situated all around the big ship, pounding it with gun and missile fire. The Olympus though continues to hammer away at all three Basestars. DRADIS also shows the Battlestar Atlantia is present, throwing up a defensive perimeter for the Olympus. Hearing the Atlatia call out to the Olympus, the Commander calls out to the Comm Officer to contact the Atlantia.

"Comm, notify Atlantia we are on station and tell them the Artemis is on its way."

"Aye Sir. Atlantia, this is the Battlecruiser Persephone, we are coming up on your Port side to assist. Battlecruiser Artemis is also enroute, over."

[fleetops]

On Board the Battlestar Olympus

As the ships batteries continue to take out the hordes of Raiders attacking the ship, the Viper Squadrons are slowly being taken down by the Basestars and the Raiders. Already, almost half of the 200 Vipers on board had been destroyed or damaged. The Raptors however were continuing their success against the Basestars, having managed to launch nukes against one of the Basestars, tearing it apart. Still, the Olympus was damaged badly, her Port Pod barely attached to the ship. There was no way the ship could jump, not in this condition. Non-essential personnel were still being transferred over to the Battlecruiser Artemis, which had finally arrived. The Commander took the comm and called out to the Fleet that was assembled.

"Atlantia, this is Commander Goodman, Olympus Actual-we are continuing to evac our wounded and non-essential personnel over to the Artemis. Our Port Pod is out of commission and we have out of control fires Port Stern section from Spaces 78 through 118 over. DC crews are trying to secure damaged sections but I'm afraid the ship is lost. Request immediate evac assistance of remaining crew, Actual out."

At that moment, a Cylon raider armed with 4 nukes came up and over the top of the ship, firing all four missiles. The topside batteries immediately shifted their fire and were able to take out two of the incoming missiles however one struck right over the location of the CIC, the other hitting the center of the engineering section. The result was anything less than horrific for the crew and the ship. The entire CIC was destroyed and all personnel killed. As for the engineering spaces, the scene could only be described as a scene from Hades, fires immediately consumed everything that was flammable. As Raptors hurridely began arriving from the Artemis and the Persephone, explosions were happening throughout the ship, jettisoning pieces away, several of them striking the Persephone, causing moderate damage to her Starboard Side and taking out several Raptors.

On Board the Battlecruiser Persephone

As the CIC crew was busy doing the things that a CIC crew does during combat operations, the Commander looked up at the sound of the Commander from the Olympus. As he continued to listen, the DRADIS officer called out.

"Sir, a lone Raider is over the Olympus Sir. Radiological alarms sounded Sir-they've got nukes!"

The Commander, Rand Sinclair, barked out an urgent order to the Weapons Officer.

"Target that Raider!"

"Aye Sir, topside batteries, target incoming Raider over Olympus."

As Commander Sinclair watched in horror, the Raider let loose with four nukes. two were taken out by the Olympus's weapons but the other two found their marks, destroying the CIC and taking out the engineering spaces. At the same time, multiple explosions ripped through the Olympus, sending pieces of the ship directly into the Starboard side of the Persephone, setting off explosions in the Landing and Hangar Bays. Several outbound Raptors were also destroyed.

"Helm, hard left NOW!"

"Helm, hard left, aye Sir"

The Persephone began to move away from the Olympus, just in time too, as the massive ship suddenly lost the entire Port Pod. Fortunately, the Starboard side of the ship was still fairly intact, the Cylons deciding to concentrate on the port side for some reason.

"She's not going to last much longer. Order the evac of the entire ship and lets get our people outta there."

The XO, Colonel Francesca Loma began barking orders as fast as she could.

"Comm, tell those Raptors to hurry it up and get everyone off the Olympus. SAR birds stand by. Notify Atlantia what we're doing. Nav, get us a safe distance from her in the event she goes to pieces, set fire control to barrage. I don't want any lone Raiders getting through, is that clear?"

"Atlantia, this is the Persephone, we are evacuating the Olympus, she is on fire and the CIC is gone. Persephone Actual is requesting you provide cover for evac ops, over."