Resistance Headquarters, New Caprica City
Marcus' eyes widened in horror as the news spread across the TacNet, a trio of nukes were inbound having slipped through the fleet above with the destruction of two capital ships.
"Jackson," he yelled into the comms, "We have incomming, get everyone you can into places where we can protect them!"
Allan's response was immediate, "Mother Fucker!"
"Tone down the crap Captain," the Colonel responded in a slightly chiding tone, "Make sure as many civies as possible survive this!"
"Understood."
He turned his armored helmet to glance at the startled man before him.
"Colonel," he stated calmly, "I'm Colonel Marcus Sanders of the 13th Fleet of the Galactic Alliance, we're here to pull your ass out of the fire, but there're problems."
"Problems?" Tigh managed to ask after the confusion wore off to some extent.
"One of the Basestars above is attempting to glass the colony, we have three nukes inbound."
Marcus was glad the translators were working properly, it had taken a while to make them work right as several members of the fleet learned the variant of latin the Colonials used while nearly all of their rescuees had gained some fluency in Standard English.
His pause ended after the one eyed man seemed to pale slightly, "Do you know of anyplace safe?"
"Nothing that can stand up to a god damned nuke, much less three," the man stated calmly as he poured himself another drink after retrieving the matal mug off the floor.
The conversation was interrupted by a twerping noise on the TacComms that signaled a handfull of the Drones having shield generators in the process of warping in.
"Actually," Marcus commented as he breathed a slight sigh of relief, "We may just have a chance after all."
"Do tell."
xXx
Central Street, New Caprica City
A quartet of heavy dropships skidded to a halt in the main street of the settlement as marines and mechanics poured out while a pair of drones and a half dozen SCV's came flooding out of the one in the center.
The small, mechanical devices rapidly went about their work placing teleportation beacons for the more difficult structures as the SCV's started errecting bunkers and missile turrets to cover the generators and shield projectors appearing as technicians entered the structures to power them up.
The bunkers filled nearly as soon as they were completed as another pair of heavy dropships landed to release a dozen Vultures that rocketed away to continue in the mission of hunting down the Cylons on the planet.
Tracy Larr's cloaked herself as she dashed out into the streets with a pair of Dark Templar as an escort. She was a young woman, just trained enough to allow into the field. She was also a unique warrior, her pale skin signifying the effects that had transformed her from a Ghost into a Specter.
Her eyes seemed to glow slightly behind the helmet as she charged headlong into the thick of it crimson blades of raw psionic energy poured from her wrists into the distinct shape of blades with more wicked edges than those of the Protoss beside her before signalling them to remain in the fray while she investigate a sense of fear and desperation nearby and vaulted to the rooftops with the barest hint of her power, the power she kept a close clamp on to keep from being consumed by the very powers she wished to use.
Her enhansed eyes spotted nearly three dozen of these "Centurions" moving in on a seemingly young mother with her baby.
Anger flooded through her system and the dim glow burst into a blazing inferno as she levitated to slowly to the ground as the winds seemed to kick up to her indominable will.
A moments motion covered the gap between her and the vile machines, the warp blades cleaving one clean down the middle before an unleashed wave of telekinetic power crushed another like a beer can on a drunks head.
The new threat revealed, the Cylons turned to strike the seeming titan of destruction that seemed to teleport rather than move as a he seemed to slow only to destroy one or two cylons.
An errant wave of the hand and a wall of telekinetic force rose between her and her enemies as they opened fire, the heavy weapons leaving only flashes on impact before the wall ecame a tsunami like wave that swept them up and into the air before slamming them into and through th walls of surrounding buildings as her body began to levitate unconsciously and her carefully honed blades seemed to form an aura of destruction around her working in their own way.
xXx
Shield Control, New Caprica City
Lieutenant William Brahm whispered the various paths to himself as he frantically worked through the powerup stages of the system. The timer was counting down and he really hated working under pressure, but it was now down to do or die time.
Three commands left and fifteen seconds.
A few more keystrokes.
Two commands left, with ten seconds.
A brief sigh as the last one was entered and he heard everything powering up.
Five seconds and he hoped the shields would activate.
Two seconds and the light of the shields flashed briefly and the sparks of the atmosphere interacting with the barrier.
One second and he hoped that the shields would hold.
And impact...
Marcus' eyes widened in horror as the news spread across the TacNet, a trio of nukes were inbound having slipped through the fleet above with the destruction of two capital ships.
"Jackson," he yelled into the comms, "We have incomming, get everyone you can into places where we can protect them!"
Allan's response was immediate, "Mother Fucker!"
"Tone down the crap Captain," the Colonel responded in a slightly chiding tone, "Make sure as many civies as possible survive this!"
"Understood."
He turned his armored helmet to glance at the startled man before him.
"Colonel," he stated calmly, "I'm Colonel Marcus Sanders of the 13th Fleet of the Galactic Alliance, we're here to pull your ass out of the fire, but there're problems."
"Problems?" Tigh managed to ask after the confusion wore off to some extent.
"One of the Basestars above is attempting to glass the colony, we have three nukes inbound."
Marcus was glad the translators were working properly, it had taken a while to make them work right as several members of the fleet learned the variant of latin the Colonials used while nearly all of their rescuees had gained some fluency in Standard English.
His pause ended after the one eyed man seemed to pale slightly, "Do you know of anyplace safe?"
"Nothing that can stand up to a god damned nuke, much less three," the man stated calmly as he poured himself another drink after retrieving the matal mug off the floor.
The conversation was interrupted by a twerping noise on the TacComms that signaled a handfull of the Drones having shield generators in the process of warping in.
"Actually," Marcus commented as he breathed a slight sigh of relief, "We may just have a chance after all."
"Do tell."
xXx
Central Street, New Caprica City
A quartet of heavy dropships skidded to a halt in the main street of the settlement as marines and mechanics poured out while a pair of drones and a half dozen SCV's came flooding out of the one in the center.
The small, mechanical devices rapidly went about their work placing teleportation beacons for the more difficult structures as the SCV's started errecting bunkers and missile turrets to cover the generators and shield projectors appearing as technicians entered the structures to power them up.
The bunkers filled nearly as soon as they were completed as another pair of heavy dropships landed to release a dozen Vultures that rocketed away to continue in the mission of hunting down the Cylons on the planet.
Tracy Larr's cloaked herself as she dashed out into the streets with a pair of Dark Templar as an escort. She was a young woman, just trained enough to allow into the field. She was also a unique warrior, her pale skin signifying the effects that had transformed her from a Ghost into a Specter.
Her eyes seemed to glow slightly behind the helmet as she charged headlong into the thick of it crimson blades of raw psionic energy poured from her wrists into the distinct shape of blades with more wicked edges than those of the Protoss beside her before signalling them to remain in the fray while she investigate a sense of fear and desperation nearby and vaulted to the rooftops with the barest hint of her power, the power she kept a close clamp on to keep from being consumed by the very powers she wished to use.
Her enhansed eyes spotted nearly three dozen of these "Centurions" moving in on a seemingly young mother with her baby.
Anger flooded through her system and the dim glow burst into a blazing inferno as she levitated to slowly to the ground as the winds seemed to kick up to her indominable will.
A moments motion covered the gap between her and the vile machines, the warp blades cleaving one clean down the middle before an unleashed wave of telekinetic power crushed another like a beer can on a drunks head.
The new threat revealed, the Cylons turned to strike the seeming titan of destruction that seemed to teleport rather than move as a he seemed to slow only to destroy one or two cylons.
An errant wave of the hand and a wall of telekinetic force rose between her and her enemies as they opened fire, the heavy weapons leaving only flashes on impact before the wall ecame a tsunami like wave that swept them up and into the air before slamming them into and through th walls of surrounding buildings as her body began to levitate unconsciously and her carefully honed blades seemed to form an aura of destruction around her working in their own way.
xXx
Shield Control, New Caprica City
Lieutenant William Brahm whispered the various paths to himself as he frantically worked through the powerup stages of the system. The timer was counting down and he really hated working under pressure, but it was now down to do or die time.
Three commands left and fifteen seconds.
A few more keystrokes.
Two commands left, with ten seconds.
A brief sigh as the last one was entered and he heard everything powering up.
Five seconds and he hoped the shields would activate.
Two seconds and the light of the shields flashed briefly and the sparks of the atmosphere interacting with the barrier.
One second and he hoped that the shields would hold.
And impact...