Post by warchariot on Jul 4, 2010 17:45:45 GMT -5
“Dradis contact!”
“Yeah, I see’em” Commodore Smith replied trying not to sound too irritated. He thought back for a moment, to a simpler time when he was a newly appointed XO of this 884 ton Battlestar, the Odysseus. That had been less than 24 hours ago. Before the Cylon attack, when the ships commander was still alive, before the Admiralty had made him a commodore and their transmissions had suddenly stopped.
“It looks like our old friends Death and Darkness are back, and they brought friends.” The Ops officer’s voice snapped him out of his day dream. All ships, even Cylon Basestars, gave off a unique engine signature, Death and Darkness were what these Cylon three blade 548 ton Basestars where called by the crew. They each carried 10 Raider squadrons and two Heavy Raider groups along with an array of ASGMs. Three times before the Odysseus had given them the slip, and three times they had found them again, each time bring more ships to the party.
“So what’s new this time?” he asked the lieutenant at the console. “Five contacts sir, all bearing five, three, zero…” “I know all of that lieutenant, what are the other contacts?” “Two 2 blades and an unknown, sir.” Each time the Cylons had jumped in they brought a new contact, no wonder since no one had heard from, much less seen a Cylon in 40 years.
Before today that is…
“You know the drill, what is she most like, give me something.” The commodore said, this time a little more than just irritated. “Scanning her now, she is the size and mass of a two blade-336 tons and seems to have the same four Raider compliment of the other two blade carriers, but she is faster and more maneuverable (RDF ship). She also has more dart throwers, sir” Great, more missiles. The other four ships had a throw weight of 14 at a time, this would make it… at least 20.
Well two could play at that game, he picked up his hand set and keyed the mic. “Atlantia actual, this is Odysseus actual.
“Actual” came a female voice over the speakers. “Commander Leslie, you are to take your ship along with Andromeda and sweep down the portside clearing anything in your way. I want you beyond that first wave of missiles. I’ll take the Odysseus and go right down Death’s throat. I’m tired of playing cat and mouse with these toasters.” “Aye, sir” came the voice of Commander Leslie as the two 640 ton Battlestars broke from under the stern wake of the Odysseus. Now who is surprised?” Smith said to no one in particular.
“They’re launching Raiders, sir” a voice said. Alarm klaxons blared, “Radiological alarm, nukes inbound” a pleasant and calm voice said over the alarm system. “I’m tracking 40+ missiles headed towards us sir.” A voice reported. “That’s twice the number, how can that be?” Commodore Smith asked half to himself.
“The Cylons launched missiles at extreme range and then closed with’em and launched again, doubling up the number.” Reported the Ops officer who was nervous in front of the new commander . “And they have launched again, 20 more inbound missiles, this time cutting across our bow towards Andromeda” The Odysseus plowed through two missiles to close the range inching ever closer to Death.
Again Smith did some quick figuring, with the two Acropolis class Battlestars’ Vipers and his own 10 squadrons, he had 22 against the Cylons 32, so he was outnumbers by 3-2. “Send a flash message to the new CAG, what’s his call sign?” “Dreadnought, sir” reported the lieutenant. “Yes, tell him to protect the ships and engage the Raiders only when necessary. I don’t want to lose a ship because those space jocks are head hunting.”
“Sir.” What is it now the commodore thought as he scowled at the crew manning the Combat Information Center. “Thirty seconds to impact“added a distant voice. “Bring the bow up twenty degrees and activate the P Def system.” Smith ordered. “Get Jester on the horn and put him up on the speakers.” The Raptor flight commander had launched with his Honored Eagles squadron and now should be in position to help with fire control. “Actual…Jester, I have an extreme range firing solution on Death.” He dutifully reported. “I’m feeding you the coordinates now.”
Sitreps begin to fly into the CIC, “Atlantia is reporting direct hits from her rail guns on a two blade carrier, sir. She has taken some minor damage” “Andromeda has unleashed a full 8 rail gun broadside into Darkness and reports heavy damage to the Cylon three blade. She seems to be breaking off.” “Sir, 15 seconds to impact of inbound missiles and the Raiders are swarming the Andromeda.”
The crew jumped as Smith yelled into the mic. “Fire control, I want everything this 884 ton, mother frakking behemoth can fire at the center core of Death. NOW!” he waited to feel the guns firing, but nothing happened. “Did you hear me? I need it NOW or were all dead.”
One of our FCs went off-line sir, we have to re-route the fire control. The Cylons ace-in-the-hole Cyber warfare, this had happened before. “I don’t care how you do it, just do it now.” Six heavy rail guns turned as one and opened fire hurling house size pieces of destruction out toward the enemy Basestar.
Commander Leslie watched as the Odysseus fired and the nukes hit her at almost the same instant. Fourteen confirmed missile hits, three separate hull breaches and then the Raiders jumped on what remained like a bunch of angry bees. Commodore Smith never witnessed the devastation his big guns rained down on Death.
The Andromeda was next, taking seven missiles, but managing to knock three down before impact. She was dangerously close to collapsing on herself. That’s when the Heavy Raiders struck, landing their payload of Centurions. The Marines and security forces made quick work of them, but it was a sign of things to come.
“Recall all the fighters, including Odysseus’-combat landings. Prepare to jump to gathering point Alpha. Get Dreadnought up here, he’s the new fleet CAG and we need a new plan.” This battle was over and now Commander Leslie was in charge. It had been a long day.
The Cylons Basestars begin to jump out, leaving only Darkness to finish off the burning hulk that had been Odysseus. The mysterious RDF ship followed the trail left by the infiltrator aboard the Atlantia. No one would suspect the CAG was really a Cylon.
“Yeah, I see’em” Commodore Smith replied trying not to sound too irritated. He thought back for a moment, to a simpler time when he was a newly appointed XO of this 884 ton Battlestar, the Odysseus. That had been less than 24 hours ago. Before the Cylon attack, when the ships commander was still alive, before the Admiralty had made him a commodore and their transmissions had suddenly stopped.
“It looks like our old friends Death and Darkness are back, and they brought friends.” The Ops officer’s voice snapped him out of his day dream. All ships, even Cylon Basestars, gave off a unique engine signature, Death and Darkness were what these Cylon three blade 548 ton Basestars where called by the crew. They each carried 10 Raider squadrons and two Heavy Raider groups along with an array of ASGMs. Three times before the Odysseus had given them the slip, and three times they had found them again, each time bring more ships to the party.
“So what’s new this time?” he asked the lieutenant at the console. “Five contacts sir, all bearing five, three, zero…” “I know all of that lieutenant, what are the other contacts?” “Two 2 blades and an unknown, sir.” Each time the Cylons had jumped in they brought a new contact, no wonder since no one had heard from, much less seen a Cylon in 40 years.
Before today that is…
“You know the drill, what is she most like, give me something.” The commodore said, this time a little more than just irritated. “Scanning her now, she is the size and mass of a two blade-336 tons and seems to have the same four Raider compliment of the other two blade carriers, but she is faster and more maneuverable (RDF ship). She also has more dart throwers, sir” Great, more missiles. The other four ships had a throw weight of 14 at a time, this would make it… at least 20.
Well two could play at that game, he picked up his hand set and keyed the mic. “Atlantia actual, this is Odysseus actual.
“Actual” came a female voice over the speakers. “Commander Leslie, you are to take your ship along with Andromeda and sweep down the portside clearing anything in your way. I want you beyond that first wave of missiles. I’ll take the Odysseus and go right down Death’s throat. I’m tired of playing cat and mouse with these toasters.” “Aye, sir” came the voice of Commander Leslie as the two 640 ton Battlestars broke from under the stern wake of the Odysseus. Now who is surprised?” Smith said to no one in particular.
“They’re launching Raiders, sir” a voice said. Alarm klaxons blared, “Radiological alarm, nukes inbound” a pleasant and calm voice said over the alarm system. “I’m tracking 40+ missiles headed towards us sir.” A voice reported. “That’s twice the number, how can that be?” Commodore Smith asked half to himself.
“The Cylons launched missiles at extreme range and then closed with’em and launched again, doubling up the number.” Reported the Ops officer who was nervous in front of the new commander . “And they have launched again, 20 more inbound missiles, this time cutting across our bow towards Andromeda” The Odysseus plowed through two missiles to close the range inching ever closer to Death.
Again Smith did some quick figuring, with the two Acropolis class Battlestars’ Vipers and his own 10 squadrons, he had 22 against the Cylons 32, so he was outnumbers by 3-2. “Send a flash message to the new CAG, what’s his call sign?” “Dreadnought, sir” reported the lieutenant. “Yes, tell him to protect the ships and engage the Raiders only when necessary. I don’t want to lose a ship because those space jocks are head hunting.”
“Sir.” What is it now the commodore thought as he scowled at the crew manning the Combat Information Center. “Thirty seconds to impact“added a distant voice. “Bring the bow up twenty degrees and activate the P Def system.” Smith ordered. “Get Jester on the horn and put him up on the speakers.” The Raptor flight commander had launched with his Honored Eagles squadron and now should be in position to help with fire control. “Actual…Jester, I have an extreme range firing solution on Death.” He dutifully reported. “I’m feeding you the coordinates now.”
Sitreps begin to fly into the CIC, “Atlantia is reporting direct hits from her rail guns on a two blade carrier, sir. She has taken some minor damage” “Andromeda has unleashed a full 8 rail gun broadside into Darkness and reports heavy damage to the Cylon three blade. She seems to be breaking off.” “Sir, 15 seconds to impact of inbound missiles and the Raiders are swarming the Andromeda.”
The crew jumped as Smith yelled into the mic. “Fire control, I want everything this 884 ton, mother frakking behemoth can fire at the center core of Death. NOW!” he waited to feel the guns firing, but nothing happened. “Did you hear me? I need it NOW or were all dead.”
One of our FCs went off-line sir, we have to re-route the fire control. The Cylons ace-in-the-hole Cyber warfare, this had happened before. “I don’t care how you do it, just do it now.” Six heavy rail guns turned as one and opened fire hurling house size pieces of destruction out toward the enemy Basestar.
Commander Leslie watched as the Odysseus fired and the nukes hit her at almost the same instant. Fourteen confirmed missile hits, three separate hull breaches and then the Raiders jumped on what remained like a bunch of angry bees. Commodore Smith never witnessed the devastation his big guns rained down on Death.
The Andromeda was next, taking seven missiles, but managing to knock three down before impact. She was dangerously close to collapsing on herself. That’s when the Heavy Raiders struck, landing their payload of Centurions. The Marines and security forces made quick work of them, but it was a sign of things to come.
“Recall all the fighters, including Odysseus’-combat landings. Prepare to jump to gathering point Alpha. Get Dreadnought up here, he’s the new fleet CAG and we need a new plan.” This battle was over and now Commander Leslie was in charge. It had been a long day.
The Cylons Basestars begin to jump out, leaving only Darkness to finish off the burning hulk that had been Odysseus. The mysterious RDF ship followed the trail left by the infiltrator aboard the Atlantia. No one would suspect the CAG was really a Cylon.
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