Bravo Flight, Orbit New Caprica
Leo brought his Wraith up on its tail to hover before rolling the nose to complete the loop and accelerated through the spindles coming from the basestars central core, precise canon shots picking off turets as he seemed to enter an almost freefall towards the planet though with a flat plane to the enemy capital ship.
Bravo Flight had orders to cripple the target ship for capture and study, and so he and his flight were picking off defenses as the Daelus, a Corsair, positioned itself to disable the Cylon ships engines.
Preacher's fighter blasted past, before firing a pair of missiles directly into the basestars hangar bay. The explosion of the fuel lines for the Raiders and Heavy Raiders erupted in a gout of flame and debris that dissipated quickly as the escaping oxygen was consumed or scattered through the harsh vaccuum.
"And the good lord said, 'Let there be light!'" the Lieutenant crowed as he reversed thrust away from the ship to circle around for another pass.
"Can it Preacher," Artemis stated as she pounced from her cloaked position to strike a trio of Raiders closing on the Daelus, each of the Cylon craft exploding with a single precise shot from her canons, "We've got enough work to do without adding your commentary to it!"
"Alright, alright," the fighter jock muttered, "Everyone's a critic."
Shepherd smirked slightly as he broke off, diving through the enemy formations to draw as much fire on his craft as he could, his ability to attact pursuers was what gave him his callsign in the first place.
"Let's play a little game of follow the leader," he chuckled as what seemed like five dozen Raiders took the bait and went into pursuit of the thrill seeker.
"Maniac," Leo muttered to himself.
A sudden burst of saphire energy that cascaded over the enemy ship caught there attention.
"Thantos," he stated calmly as he switched to a direct line to the command ship, "This is Bravo Flight, target five is silent, send the shuttles to take the ship."
xXx
Colonial One, New Caprica City
Gaius Baltar froze in panic as the entire group of skinjobs seemed to jerk like puppets on strings and rise to their feet like zombies. Blank looks seemed to fill their eyes along with an odd red glow, almost like a mix between blood and flame.
The room seemed to lighten as if a new light had pierced the clouds of smoke and ash from the fight that combined with the verpresent clouds of the dreary world, but not a light that promised warmth and thought, but a seemingly tainted light of a color the same as the light burning in the eyes of the Cylon overseers.
The light seemed to grow brighter slowly as a loud humming flooded his mind as the almost ghostly illusion of Six in his head seemed to shriek in pain from the power flowing through the room like a typhoon.
A figure seemed to slowly materialize from his nightmares at the entrance to his office. Flickering red like a mix between naked flames of crimson and ruby electricity around what seemed to be an almost dessicated humanoid body within of a darkened and seemingly charred color, blinding eyes of white light bore into him.
His worst nightmares seemed to come at him from all directions.
It felt like thousands of tiny claws slowly worked through his synapses and the man realized that he could no longer move from his seat. His conscious mind could not tell if it was from fear or if some other force held him there, but his muscles would not respond to his commands.
{POWER OVERWHELMING} a voice that came from everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time errupted through the room.
His voice finally returned to him for a moment and he screamed as this spectral beings almost angelic eyes amidst what seemed to be the very fires of Hades locked onto his own...
xXx
Streets, New Caprica City
Marcus growled slightly as he backhanded one of the tincans, sending the huamoid machine flying nearly fifty feet as he ran out of ammunition for his heavy canon.
A Vulture roared past heading towards a firefight in the distance while towering Goliaths patrolled the distance, pouring heavy canon and rockets into the landing pads for Heavy Raiders.
He was a walking juggernaut compared to these pathetic pieces of garbage, the nearly eleven foot height he had in the armor with machine backed muscles made him stand out like a titan as he tore through them towards the source of the broadcasts he'd been told were from the resistance.
The satchel on his back of some of the infantry weapons the resistance should be able to handle decently.
"I'm looking for a Colonel Tigh," he stated calmly as he tore the head off of the last of the nearby Centurions while glancing into the building marked on his armors HUD.
The old man with an eye patch dropped his drink with a startled look.
Leo brought his Wraith up on its tail to hover before rolling the nose to complete the loop and accelerated through the spindles coming from the basestars central core, precise canon shots picking off turets as he seemed to enter an almost freefall towards the planet though with a flat plane to the enemy capital ship.
Bravo Flight had orders to cripple the target ship for capture and study, and so he and his flight were picking off defenses as the Daelus, a Corsair, positioned itself to disable the Cylon ships engines.
Preacher's fighter blasted past, before firing a pair of missiles directly into the basestars hangar bay. The explosion of the fuel lines for the Raiders and Heavy Raiders erupted in a gout of flame and debris that dissipated quickly as the escaping oxygen was consumed or scattered through the harsh vaccuum.
"And the good lord said, 'Let there be light!'" the Lieutenant crowed as he reversed thrust away from the ship to circle around for another pass.
"Can it Preacher," Artemis stated as she pounced from her cloaked position to strike a trio of Raiders closing on the Daelus, each of the Cylon craft exploding with a single precise shot from her canons, "We've got enough work to do without adding your commentary to it!"
"Alright, alright," the fighter jock muttered, "Everyone's a critic."
Shepherd smirked slightly as he broke off, diving through the enemy formations to draw as much fire on his craft as he could, his ability to attact pursuers was what gave him his callsign in the first place.
"Let's play a little game of follow the leader," he chuckled as what seemed like five dozen Raiders took the bait and went into pursuit of the thrill seeker.
"Maniac," Leo muttered to himself.
A sudden burst of saphire energy that cascaded over the enemy ship caught there attention.
"Thantos," he stated calmly as he switched to a direct line to the command ship, "This is Bravo Flight, target five is silent, send the shuttles to take the ship."
xXx
Colonial One, New Caprica City
Gaius Baltar froze in panic as the entire group of skinjobs seemed to jerk like puppets on strings and rise to their feet like zombies. Blank looks seemed to fill their eyes along with an odd red glow, almost like a mix between blood and flame.
The room seemed to lighten as if a new light had pierced the clouds of smoke and ash from the fight that combined with the verpresent clouds of the dreary world, but not a light that promised warmth and thought, but a seemingly tainted light of a color the same as the light burning in the eyes of the Cylon overseers.
The light seemed to grow brighter slowly as a loud humming flooded his mind as the almost ghostly illusion of Six in his head seemed to shriek in pain from the power flowing through the room like a typhoon.
A figure seemed to slowly materialize from his nightmares at the entrance to his office. Flickering red like a mix between naked flames of crimson and ruby electricity around what seemed to be an almost dessicated humanoid body within of a darkened and seemingly charred color, blinding eyes of white light bore into him.
His worst nightmares seemed to come at him from all directions.
It felt like thousands of tiny claws slowly worked through his synapses and the man realized that he could no longer move from his seat. His conscious mind could not tell if it was from fear or if some other force held him there, but his muscles would not respond to his commands.
{POWER OVERWHELMING} a voice that came from everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time errupted through the room.
His voice finally returned to him for a moment and he screamed as this spectral beings almost angelic eyes amidst what seemed to be the very fires of Hades locked onto his own...
xXx
Streets, New Caprica City
Marcus growled slightly as he backhanded one of the tincans, sending the huamoid machine flying nearly fifty feet as he ran out of ammunition for his heavy canon.
A Vulture roared past heading towards a firefight in the distance while towering Goliaths patrolled the distance, pouring heavy canon and rockets into the landing pads for Heavy Raiders.
He was a walking juggernaut compared to these pathetic pieces of garbage, the nearly eleven foot height he had in the armor with machine backed muscles made him stand out like a titan as he tore through them towards the source of the broadcasts he'd been told were from the resistance.
The satchel on his back of some of the infantry weapons the resistance should be able to handle decently.
"I'm looking for a Colonel Tigh," he stated calmly as he tore the head off of the last of the nearby Centurions while glancing into the building marked on his armors HUD.
The old man with an eye patch dropped his drink with a startled look.