Cylon Basestar, Orbit New Caprica
Fifty Centurions positioned themselves within the damaged launch bay as the craft of their enemy aproached. While the slow and almost ponderous craft looked more unwieldy than the Heavy Raiders or any other craft that the Cylons had to offer, it seemed to be packed to the teeth with guns that seemed to rip through the Raiders in a way that seemed almost surreal to the Eight that stood back to watch.
The ship seemed to pause and rotate for a moment and a hatch opened, it was then that she realized the error of trying to face these people.
xXx
1 Minute Earlier
Grizzly, Orbit New Caprica
Nathan "Wolf" Harris was a unique individual to say the least. He was a scrapper of talent that would have landed many in jail or prison except for the powerful psionic gift that had been what placed him firmly in the Ghost programs of the Alliance forces.
His primary gift had been telekinesis of a level that had terrified the trainers at the academy, especially combined with what had been referred to as combat precognition as another of his talents.
The young man was certainly not a people person, more likely to violently lash out at those who even annoyed him, but the training had tempered that to some extent and turned someone who would probably have died in a drunken brawl on one of the outer colonies into a veritable force of nature.
It had been that very capability that impressed Executor Huros of one of the Dark Templar enclaves that gained him some training that few Terrans had attempted and even fewer had suceeded in completing, something he had done with the drive and speed that topped the Protoss warriors who had studied for decades longer.
Now he stood alone in the deployment compartment of the Grizzly as it aproached the crippled ship of these Cylons. The heavy material of the armor was a stark reminder that he was in space where a mistake could cause his own death, and the heavier armor designed for those missions had a few advantages to the lighter atmospheric armor he was used to. The servo's allowed him to pull off herculean feats of strength while cutting speed and maneuverability slightly though allowing more time under cloak and enhansed optics and more weaponry options.
His pale brown eyes surveyed the entrance he'd be using to enter the enemy craft to attempt to take down its central core. The burning crimson of the helmet optics over his left eye was the only source of light in the darkness, something that seemed eerily like the slowly moving light that served as the eye of his enemy.
Wolf had only been given the assignment a short time earlier, barely enough time to suit up after a slight malfunction on the Thanatos' shuttlebay had scrapped the Marine assault that had been planned for a strike by a Ghost, namely him, the only Omega level psionic onboard the battleship that hadn't already been deployed to the planet below.
The emerald timer projected onto the helmets HUD flashed zero and the hatch erupted outwards as he took a flying leap into the burned out hanger bay.
Bringing the twin assault rifles he carried up into seperate firing positions, Wolf opened fire while allowing the autotargeting of his suit to guide that portion of the assault as the dull thud of the maglocks in his boots lock on as he touched the plating of the hangar floor.
His mind reached out, finding anything not anchored down through the hangar as he advanced while creating a maelstrom of debris around him like a swirling vortex of death and destruction as some of the still functioning Cylon craft were pulled free to join the devistation, the mental shrieks of the entities being brushed aside.
Emotionless eyes locked onto the single humanoid enemy before him as her protectors weapons opened up only to have their bullets intercepted mid air by a chunk of the ceiling that cleared them away like a child clearing a checkers board.
Wolf's armored hands released the weapons they held, allowing them to be pulled back to his shoulders by the cables attached to them as he made a motion almost like one picking up a goblet with his right hand. The Centurions were pulled into the maelstrom for a moment before the entire vortex condensed before the ghost, crushing all the material within, including the disoriented and panicking Cylons, into a two yard thick, perfect sphere that hovered above his hand just a fraction of an inch from contact with the armor.
His eyes locked with those of the dark haired woman before him, the Cylon in human guise as the glare tint faded from the visor to allow her a clear look at the one who had once been called a demon in human form.
The almost fanged grin made her start to shrink back before he seemed to make a grasping motion with his left hand, pulling her up off the ground to float before him while the continued motion and a slight wave as she was pulled towards him.
He diverted his attention to send the sphere he'd created crashing forwards through bulkheads and other things like a demented pinball through the craft, only releasing it from his control when the lights flickered out.
The girl lashed out with a punch, trying to do anything to harm the ghost but her hand seemed to freeze as the telekinetic brought his full attention to bare on her.
The cold light of the red targeting scanner slowly surverying her face, sending fear through her as her mind processed for the first time how evil that light felt and what the humans who had fought Centurions must have felt.
Wolf sighed slightly in something almost like pleasure as he crushed every bone in her hand from the wrist down with all the effort of a shrug.
"Pathetic really," he chided slightly in an almost bemused and yet bored tone, "The Zerg are far more troublesome, they can even fight back."
She felt fear as he reached into her mind, the minor telepathic talent enough to do what he wanted by brute force what the Dark Archons could do by finess and with little more than a thought.
Tearing through her mind he found a strange portion that seemed to stretch to infinity causing a smile to cross his lips, a dark scar that crossed his mouth looking all the more menacing.
"I know your secret," he almost sang in a seductive tone right by her ear, "Just a little change and you'll be all they you'll ever be, and you can truely die."
Her eyes widened in fear as he used the slight talent like a scalpel and she screamed in pain as her body convulsed before settling into an almost constant twitching.
Almost gently Wolf sat her down beside him, brushing her dark hair out of her face with his gauntleted hand as he activated his comms unit.
"Wolf here," the ghost stated with a slight hint of superiority in in the tone, "Mission complete, I've got myself a little toy..."
He paused to tap the unconscious Cylon with his boot, "...to play with when I get back, make sure I get a pair of 'cuffs as well."
The almost mocking laughter of the maniac flooded the channel.
Fifty Centurions positioned themselves within the damaged launch bay as the craft of their enemy aproached. While the slow and almost ponderous craft looked more unwieldy than the Heavy Raiders or any other craft that the Cylons had to offer, it seemed to be packed to the teeth with guns that seemed to rip through the Raiders in a way that seemed almost surreal to the Eight that stood back to watch.
The ship seemed to pause and rotate for a moment and a hatch opened, it was then that she realized the error of trying to face these people.
xXx
1 Minute Earlier
Grizzly, Orbit New Caprica
Nathan "Wolf" Harris was a unique individual to say the least. He was a scrapper of talent that would have landed many in jail or prison except for the powerful psionic gift that had been what placed him firmly in the Ghost programs of the Alliance forces.
His primary gift had been telekinesis of a level that had terrified the trainers at the academy, especially combined with what had been referred to as combat precognition as another of his talents.
The young man was certainly not a people person, more likely to violently lash out at those who even annoyed him, but the training had tempered that to some extent and turned someone who would probably have died in a drunken brawl on one of the outer colonies into a veritable force of nature.
It had been that very capability that impressed Executor Huros of one of the Dark Templar enclaves that gained him some training that few Terrans had attempted and even fewer had suceeded in completing, something he had done with the drive and speed that topped the Protoss warriors who had studied for decades longer.
Now he stood alone in the deployment compartment of the Grizzly as it aproached the crippled ship of these Cylons. The heavy material of the armor was a stark reminder that he was in space where a mistake could cause his own death, and the heavier armor designed for those missions had a few advantages to the lighter atmospheric armor he was used to. The servo's allowed him to pull off herculean feats of strength while cutting speed and maneuverability slightly though allowing more time under cloak and enhansed optics and more weaponry options.
His pale brown eyes surveyed the entrance he'd be using to enter the enemy craft to attempt to take down its central core. The burning crimson of the helmet optics over his left eye was the only source of light in the darkness, something that seemed eerily like the slowly moving light that served as the eye of his enemy.
Wolf had only been given the assignment a short time earlier, barely enough time to suit up after a slight malfunction on the Thanatos' shuttlebay had scrapped the Marine assault that had been planned for a strike by a Ghost, namely him, the only Omega level psionic onboard the battleship that hadn't already been deployed to the planet below.
The emerald timer projected onto the helmets HUD flashed zero and the hatch erupted outwards as he took a flying leap into the burned out hanger bay.
Bringing the twin assault rifles he carried up into seperate firing positions, Wolf opened fire while allowing the autotargeting of his suit to guide that portion of the assault as the dull thud of the maglocks in his boots lock on as he touched the plating of the hangar floor.
His mind reached out, finding anything not anchored down through the hangar as he advanced while creating a maelstrom of debris around him like a swirling vortex of death and destruction as some of the still functioning Cylon craft were pulled free to join the devistation, the mental shrieks of the entities being brushed aside.
Emotionless eyes locked onto the single humanoid enemy before him as her protectors weapons opened up only to have their bullets intercepted mid air by a chunk of the ceiling that cleared them away like a child clearing a checkers board.
Wolf's armored hands released the weapons they held, allowing them to be pulled back to his shoulders by the cables attached to them as he made a motion almost like one picking up a goblet with his right hand. The Centurions were pulled into the maelstrom for a moment before the entire vortex condensed before the ghost, crushing all the material within, including the disoriented and panicking Cylons, into a two yard thick, perfect sphere that hovered above his hand just a fraction of an inch from contact with the armor.
His eyes locked with those of the dark haired woman before him, the Cylon in human guise as the glare tint faded from the visor to allow her a clear look at the one who had once been called a demon in human form.
The almost fanged grin made her start to shrink back before he seemed to make a grasping motion with his left hand, pulling her up off the ground to float before him while the continued motion and a slight wave as she was pulled towards him.
He diverted his attention to send the sphere he'd created crashing forwards through bulkheads and other things like a demented pinball through the craft, only releasing it from his control when the lights flickered out.
The girl lashed out with a punch, trying to do anything to harm the ghost but her hand seemed to freeze as the telekinetic brought his full attention to bare on her.
The cold light of the red targeting scanner slowly surverying her face, sending fear through her as her mind processed for the first time how evil that light felt and what the humans who had fought Centurions must have felt.
Wolf sighed slightly in something almost like pleasure as he crushed every bone in her hand from the wrist down with all the effort of a shrug.
"Pathetic really," he chided slightly in an almost bemused and yet bored tone, "The Zerg are far more troublesome, they can even fight back."
She felt fear as he reached into her mind, the minor telepathic talent enough to do what he wanted by brute force what the Dark Archons could do by finess and with little more than a thought.
Tearing through her mind he found a strange portion that seemed to stretch to infinity causing a smile to cross his lips, a dark scar that crossed his mouth looking all the more menacing.
"I know your secret," he almost sang in a seductive tone right by her ear, "Just a little change and you'll be all they you'll ever be, and you can truely die."
Her eyes widened in fear as he used the slight talent like a scalpel and she screamed in pain as her body convulsed before settling into an almost constant twitching.
Almost gently Wolf sat her down beside him, brushing her dark hair out of her face with his gauntleted hand as he activated his comms unit.
"Wolf here," the ghost stated with a slight hint of superiority in in the tone, "Mission complete, I've got myself a little toy..."
He paused to tap the unconscious Cylon with his boot, "...to play with when I get back, make sure I get a pair of 'cuffs as well."
The almost mocking laughter of the maniac flooded the channel.