Note: These are all tied into the Battles, Bases, Stars, & Knights continuity so far, some may end up not being included in the end if things change between when I write parts here and when I get to that point in the main story. These are mainly ideas for other points in the time line that I've been getting recently.
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Timeline: Post Colonial Holocost, before encounters with the Colonial Fleet
Leos watched from the relative safety of the transport as it exited the main bay of the Hermes.
Their flagship's design had also been the basis for the first generation Colonial Battlestar, though with several major changes to make it a weapons platform rather than a long range reconnaissance and exploration vessel.
With the massive loss of automation during the first war also ended up leaving them with the necessity of eliminating the cavernous bays along the center of the Hermes, two of which had now been replaced with more powerful generators, the hyperdrive, and shield generators.
The transport design, however, was something entirely new for the Cylons of either type. And, while it was as maneuverable as a brick, its armor and shields would keep it intact to do its job.
Unfortunately, their own starfighter and bomber designs were less useful within the atmosphere. A Type-2 Raider was only capable of operating at around 50% capability when encumbered in such a way, and while still superior, their own Marauders were even worse off in comparison to their space based abilities.
That had led to the designs being fielded within the transports, ones built almost entirely from the Tech that Revan had helped them develop, though he'd been the head of the team that actually designed the airspeeders that would be deployed as well as the later heavy armor.
Hell, the paradigm shift between tactics had been a revelation in warfare. The colonials and, as such, the cylons had never really devoted that much thought towards ground warfare. Revan's people had developed it to a frightening level.
Control of all three vectors had become the visible necessity in their actions, the ground, air, and space. Lacking one would make things far messier, especially when several of the ground vehicles could knock out things in orbit with little effort.
And so they had tanks, droids, and more based for the groundwar that would be coming while they worked towards their goals.
Caprica wasn't a place they intended to capture, it wasn't an conquest or even a direct goal for causing damage.
They had come to save as many of the Colonial Survivors as they could and evacuate them to a safe world.
It was the first of many similar plans that had come about due to the others they had already rescued from ships, anchorages, and other such situations.
And while he wasn't a soldier like several of the others, Leos had volunteered to watch the new equipment that he'd helped design in order to figure out how to improve their performance.
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The Eights waited for the signal as their ties to the transports networks disengaged, linking the squadrons together while the hanger bay doors, set opposite along the crafts flanks, shot open revealing the burning flames from the atmospheric entry that were held back by the sapphire glow of the atmospheric shields.
Holographic displays burst to life around them in the cockpits while the high pitched hum of the repulsors resounded through the ship.
Trills and beeps from the astromechs assigned to each fighter added to the cacophony of noise while the go/no-go signals were transmitted to the core of the transport.
Smaller automated loaders retracted from their positions beneath the fighters followed an instant later by the fueling cables slipping back into their positions below the deck leaving the open hanger.
Landing gear on all of them retracted for a momentary jerk before the repulsor field caught them while the system adjusted for local gravity.
The flames vanished and as one, all of the eights in the fighters gunned the throttle to full, sending the four squadrons rocketing from their mothership in order to escort the craft from the ground.
Their sensors revealed the Marauder and Raider flights from the Hermes breaking off their escort in order to return to base as quickly as they could.
xXx
Timeline: Post Colonial Holocost, before encounters with the Colonial Fleet
Leos watched from the relative safety of the transport as it exited the main bay of the Hermes.
Their flagship's design had also been the basis for the first generation Colonial Battlestar, though with several major changes to make it a weapons platform rather than a long range reconnaissance and exploration vessel.
With the massive loss of automation during the first war also ended up leaving them with the necessity of eliminating the cavernous bays along the center of the Hermes, two of which had now been replaced with more powerful generators, the hyperdrive, and shield generators.
The transport design, however, was something entirely new for the Cylons of either type. And, while it was as maneuverable as a brick, its armor and shields would keep it intact to do its job.
Unfortunately, their own starfighter and bomber designs were less useful within the atmosphere. A Type-2 Raider was only capable of operating at around 50% capability when encumbered in such a way, and while still superior, their own Marauders were even worse off in comparison to their space based abilities.
That had led to the designs being fielded within the transports, ones built almost entirely from the Tech that Revan had helped them develop, though he'd been the head of the team that actually designed the airspeeders that would be deployed as well as the later heavy armor.
Hell, the paradigm shift between tactics had been a revelation in warfare. The colonials and, as such, the cylons had never really devoted that much thought towards ground warfare. Revan's people had developed it to a frightening level.
Control of all three vectors had become the visible necessity in their actions, the ground, air, and space. Lacking one would make things far messier, especially when several of the ground vehicles could knock out things in orbit with little effort.
And so they had tanks, droids, and more based for the groundwar that would be coming while they worked towards their goals.
Caprica wasn't a place they intended to capture, it wasn't an conquest or even a direct goal for causing damage.
They had come to save as many of the Colonial Survivors as they could and evacuate them to a safe world.
It was the first of many similar plans that had come about due to the others they had already rescued from ships, anchorages, and other such situations.
And while he wasn't a soldier like several of the others, Leos had volunteered to watch the new equipment that he'd helped design in order to figure out how to improve their performance.
xXx
The Eights waited for the signal as their ties to the transports networks disengaged, linking the squadrons together while the hanger bay doors, set opposite along the crafts flanks, shot open revealing the burning flames from the atmospheric entry that were held back by the sapphire glow of the atmospheric shields.
Holographic displays burst to life around them in the cockpits while the high pitched hum of the repulsors resounded through the ship.
Trills and beeps from the astromechs assigned to each fighter added to the cacophony of noise while the go/no-go signals were transmitted to the core of the transport.
Smaller automated loaders retracted from their positions beneath the fighters followed an instant later by the fueling cables slipping back into their positions below the deck leaving the open hanger.
Landing gear on all of them retracted for a momentary jerk before the repulsor field caught them while the system adjusted for local gravity.
The flames vanished and as one, all of the eights in the fighters gunned the throttle to full, sending the four squadrons rocketing from their mothership in order to escort the craft from the ground.
Their sensors revealed the Marauder and Raider flights from the Hermes breaking off their escort in order to return to base as quickly as they could.