1 Year, 6 Months Later, Inbound New Caprican Nebula
Battlestar Pegasus
Commander Lee Adama fumed slightly at his fathers orders to let him commit suicide to cover the escape from the Cylon occupied colony that Baltar had surrendered without a fight.
"Unknown DRADIS contacts," his wife stated, "Doesn't look Cylon."
"What?"
xXx
30 Minutes Later, New Caprica Orbit
Battlestar Galactica
The fight was out of control, the Cylon fighters seemed to swarm like insects. Shoot one down, three more took its place.
Admiral William Adama was prepared to die in the fight if that was what it took to save the civilians. Lee would take care of those who made it out and he was willing to make the sacrifice if necessary to do his duty.
The old ship shuddered violently and he realized that the engines were failing.
A small portion of him hoped for a miracle, but the realist in him knew that one was nigh impossible.
"Sir," came a yell from one of the officers, "One of the basestars just went up, and we didn't take a shot."
"What?"
xXx
GA-SBS-98136 Thanatos
"Nice shooting," Blackwell congratulated the gunnery team manning the Fenris canon.
The Fenris canon designs were based around the older Yamato, except scaled up for the larger battleship designs as well as adding amplification enhansements similar to those used in the Dragoons. It's combat effectiveness had been proven for the first time in the fight, a single strike managed to vaporize the targeted base star in a single blow.
"I want ground forces deployed, take out those tin cans quickly before they can try for hostages," he ordered, "Send the Chau Sara and Mara Sara to cover the Galactica, tell them to utilize the Tael to get there."
"Aye Admiral," the comms officer responded instantly.
On the display screen before them another Base Star went down to the Akira and Norad IV Battlecruisers Yamato's while a flight of Interceptors poured weapons fire into a swarm of unsuspecting Raiders.
The two Valkerie class cruisers vanished to reappear flanking the damaged Galactica.
xXx
GA-VC-1987 Chau Sara
Major Kelly Ashe smirked as she gave the order to open fire with all missile bays.
The swarm of hundreds of missiles keyed into the IFF systems of the cruiser scattered in all directions, each one picking its own target and rocketing away with a look almost like sparklers in her opinion as the steady barrage ate away the enemy fighters.
Her ships sister, the Mar Sara, joined the assault by adding its own missiles to the mix as they slowly rotated around the damaged ship they'd been assigned to protect. The heavy automation of the Valkerie class doing most of the work while leaving her five man crew to watch the fireworks.
xXx
983rd Tactical Squad, Grizzly above New Caprica City
Colonel Marcus Saunders grinned slightly as he sealed the helmet of his armor while the other three members of his squad positioned themselves around the deployment hatch.
"Remember, mission priority is to find the resistance leaders and maintain contact," he stated calmly as he felt the stims inject through the back of his neck, "Alright you apes, let's kick some metal ass!"
The mad cackling of Captain Thomas "Psycho" Ulin, a firebat, interupted the thoughts as the pyro leaped into the void with his teammates right behind, "What a rush!"
The brief flash through the air was nothing to the fifty-three year old marine as he relaxed, allowing the servo's in the armor to take the impact with the surface easily.
"Allan," he stated calmly, "Get a firing solution on their escape craft, take it down."
"Roger that boss," the shorter of his two marine teammates responded while bounding through the confusion to vault ontop of a structure that groaned and bent while still supporting the extreme weight of the heavy combat armor.
"Blake," he said to the other while Psycho's flamers burnt through the onrushing machines, "Set up the beacon for our backup, we need to get some medics and the infantry down here for ground support, I'm heading on!"
"Understood," came the response as he charged headlong into the fray.
xXx
New Caprica City
Cally Tyrol was startled by the roar of weapons fire roared around her while a massive figure, over twenty feet in height passed overhead with a slow gate pouring gunfire into a group of Centurions dumb enough to stand out in the open.
A half dozen ships seemed to come in quick and low, engines flaring and kicking up a dust cloud as they skidded to a halt. Human looking soldiers as well as odd beings with energy weapons seemed to pour out of the hatches along with various vehicles of war.
The sonic booms of fighters breaking the sound barrier resounded through the camp with repeated cracks as the low flying craft of a golden color swooped by alternating between short and violent duels with Raiders and strafing runs on the Heavy Raiders on the ground.
Brilliant multicolored explosions were visible in space as what seemed to be fleets duked it out in an amazingly one sided.
Who were these people she wondered while taking cover.
Battlestar Pegasus
Commander Lee Adama fumed slightly at his fathers orders to let him commit suicide to cover the escape from the Cylon occupied colony that Baltar had surrendered without a fight.
"Unknown DRADIS contacts," his wife stated, "Doesn't look Cylon."
"What?"
xXx
30 Minutes Later, New Caprica Orbit
Battlestar Galactica
The fight was out of control, the Cylon fighters seemed to swarm like insects. Shoot one down, three more took its place.
Admiral William Adama was prepared to die in the fight if that was what it took to save the civilians. Lee would take care of those who made it out and he was willing to make the sacrifice if necessary to do his duty.
The old ship shuddered violently and he realized that the engines were failing.
A small portion of him hoped for a miracle, but the realist in him knew that one was nigh impossible.
"Sir," came a yell from one of the officers, "One of the basestars just went up, and we didn't take a shot."
"What?"
xXx
GA-SBS-98136 Thanatos
"Nice shooting," Blackwell congratulated the gunnery team manning the Fenris canon.
The Fenris canon designs were based around the older Yamato, except scaled up for the larger battleship designs as well as adding amplification enhansements similar to those used in the Dragoons. It's combat effectiveness had been proven for the first time in the fight, a single strike managed to vaporize the targeted base star in a single blow.
"I want ground forces deployed, take out those tin cans quickly before they can try for hostages," he ordered, "Send the Chau Sara and Mara Sara to cover the Galactica, tell them to utilize the Tael to get there."
"Aye Admiral," the comms officer responded instantly.
On the display screen before them another Base Star went down to the Akira and Norad IV Battlecruisers Yamato's while a flight of Interceptors poured weapons fire into a swarm of unsuspecting Raiders.
The two Valkerie class cruisers vanished to reappear flanking the damaged Galactica.
xXx
GA-VC-1987 Chau Sara
Major Kelly Ashe smirked as she gave the order to open fire with all missile bays.
The swarm of hundreds of missiles keyed into the IFF systems of the cruiser scattered in all directions, each one picking its own target and rocketing away with a look almost like sparklers in her opinion as the steady barrage ate away the enemy fighters.
Her ships sister, the Mar Sara, joined the assault by adding its own missiles to the mix as they slowly rotated around the damaged ship they'd been assigned to protect. The heavy automation of the Valkerie class doing most of the work while leaving her five man crew to watch the fireworks.
xXx
983rd Tactical Squad, Grizzly above New Caprica City
Colonel Marcus Saunders grinned slightly as he sealed the helmet of his armor while the other three members of his squad positioned themselves around the deployment hatch.
"Remember, mission priority is to find the resistance leaders and maintain contact," he stated calmly as he felt the stims inject through the back of his neck, "Alright you apes, let's kick some metal ass!"
The mad cackling of Captain Thomas "Psycho" Ulin, a firebat, interupted the thoughts as the pyro leaped into the void with his teammates right behind, "What a rush!"
The brief flash through the air was nothing to the fifty-three year old marine as he relaxed, allowing the servo's in the armor to take the impact with the surface easily.
"Allan," he stated calmly, "Get a firing solution on their escape craft, take it down."
"Roger that boss," the shorter of his two marine teammates responded while bounding through the confusion to vault ontop of a structure that groaned and bent while still supporting the extreme weight of the heavy combat armor.
"Blake," he said to the other while Psycho's flamers burnt through the onrushing machines, "Set up the beacon for our backup, we need to get some medics and the infantry down here for ground support, I'm heading on!"
"Understood," came the response as he charged headlong into the fray.
xXx
New Caprica City
Cally Tyrol was startled by the roar of weapons fire roared around her while a massive figure, over twenty feet in height passed overhead with a slow gate pouring gunfire into a group of Centurions dumb enough to stand out in the open.
A half dozen ships seemed to come in quick and low, engines flaring and kicking up a dust cloud as they skidded to a halt. Human looking soldiers as well as odd beings with energy weapons seemed to pour out of the hatches along with various vehicles of war.
The sonic booms of fighters breaking the sound barrier resounded through the camp with repeated cracks as the low flying craft of a golden color swooped by alternating between short and violent duels with Raiders and strafing runs on the Heavy Raiders on the ground.
Brilliant multicolored explosions were visible in space as what seemed to be fleets duked it out in an amazingly one sided.
Who were these people she wondered while taking cover.