Post by daniel on Mar 17, 2011 22:13:32 GMT -5
“The Falcon hears the Falconer.”
“Execute.”
“Humanity’s children are returning home.”
“Jump.”
Pallas is a small world on the outskirts of the Helios Beta section of the Colonies. It was once believed to hold a life sustaining atmosphere but it is no longer tectonically active. However, the Colonials have set up at least seven small colonies and a military research station on the planet. A small supply platform rests in orbit with necessaries shuttled back and forth from the surface as needed. Because of the importance of the site Pallas always has a strong BSG on station. Currently assigned is Battlestar Triton (Mercury/Parthenon class), Battlestars Medusa and Gorgon (both Valkyrie/Atropos class), and escorts Skoll, Hati & Fennir (all Berzerk/Pharaoh M class named for three wolves of the Norse Apocalypse). At this particular moment the freighter Nobu is docked at the platform and several Viper units are operating nearby, some flying CAP while others are training.
A portion of Viper Squadron 4, Callsign Demons, operating off Triton are among those out and about. Their CO is present and in command. Suddenly a pilot calls out: “Skipper, check your scope! I’ve got large contacts that shouldn’t be there.”
In Triton’s CIC: “DRADIS contacts! Four large unknowns just jumped in.”
Admiral: “Hail them. Standard challenge.”
Tactical: “Unknown contacts just launched missiles and fighters - many bogies. Hail is being ignored.”
Admiral: “Action Stations! Vector CAP to intercept and launch all Vipers. Signal the group to battle formation and increase speed to full. Inform Fleet Headquarters of our situation.”
"Demon Leader, this is Triton Control. Make your heading two one six at maximum speed for a hot intercept. Weapons are free. You are authorized to open fire on presumed hostiles inbound. This is not a drill. Do you copy?”
"Roger Triton. Good copy. We’re on the way. Ok Demons this is our lucky day. Make your weapons hot. Give me formation humping camels and keep it loose just like we trained. Wingmen, remember your only job is to keep hostiles off your leader. Leaders use short bursts and conserve your ammo. You do not want to go dry...oh, frak. Triton, are you seeing this? I’m picking up hundreds of inbound.”
"Confirmed Demon Leader. Inbound raid is massive. Estimate relief to you in four minutes. Your orders are to break up the lead elements and blunt the attack. Report when you’ve made contact. Good hunting Demons."
Triton’s launch deck is a mass of chaos. Klaxons are blaring as deck crews swarm ready Vipers. Duty pilots pile out of ready rooms and dash for their assigned fighters while off duty pilots throw on flight gear in the hopes of grabbing a spare ship or stealing a hot one. Pilots are stuffed into Vipers and launch monkeys stuff Vipers into launch tubes. Launch officers quickly yet methodically tick off pre-launch checks before their charges are flung headlong into space.
"Triton CAG to Demon Actual. Report."
"CAG, Demon Leader here. To say I’m a bit busy just doesn’t capture the enormity of what I’m in the middle of. We are heavily engaged here. Flameout and Lowball are gone and Duster got hit earlier and isn’t on my scope. Her avionics are down but I know she’s out here somewhere and still in the fight. We’re in the middle of a Viper Jock’s sexiest wet dream and absolute worst nightmare all at once. The Toasters are everywhere and full of fight. We’re getting good kills but are losing Vipers at a bad rate, and more bandits keep jumping in. What can I do for you?"
"Demon, This is CAG. I needed to personally tell you this Cylon attack is general and massive. Picon Fleet Headquarters is gone and there are reports of large nukes going off over Caprica City and numerous other civilian targets. I need you to put your squadron in close proximity to the colony and keep it in one piece. The old man is taking Triton after the enemy baseships to shut them down at the source. Your orders are to keep the civilians alive until we get that done."
"Roger CAG. I…wait…Bouncer is hit. On fire! Bouncer is down. Bouncer is down! Did she get out? Did anyone see her eject? Someone verify her beacon!"
"Affirmative Skipper. I see her. She got out and looks ready for a SAR pickup. "
"Acknowledged. Demons, listen up. We’re vacating here and falling back to the planet. Our orders are to Close-CAP it ASAP until further notice."
"Frak that Skipper! There’s no way I’m leaving my wingman out here without cover. She won’t last thirty seconds alone."
"Stow that Bushman. The Cylons are nuking civilian targets throughout the colonies and our orders are to keep that from happening here. I need you over the colony, not babysitting your wingman – now turn your Viper around. That’s an order!"
"Bouncer: Skipper’s right B-Man. I’ll be fine so get out of here. Besides, I have my sidearm so when the Toasters chase after you I’ll shoot them in the back. They’ll never expect it. Skipper?"
"Yeah Bouncer…"
"You made the right call, but frak you anyway…"
To be continued with lots more photos...
“Execute.”
“Humanity’s children are returning home.”
“Jump.”
Pallas is a small world on the outskirts of the Helios Beta section of the Colonies. It was once believed to hold a life sustaining atmosphere but it is no longer tectonically active. However, the Colonials have set up at least seven small colonies and a military research station on the planet. A small supply platform rests in orbit with necessaries shuttled back and forth from the surface as needed. Because of the importance of the site Pallas always has a strong BSG on station. Currently assigned is Battlestar Triton (Mercury/Parthenon class), Battlestars Medusa and Gorgon (both Valkyrie/Atropos class), and escorts Skoll, Hati & Fennir (all Berzerk/Pharaoh M class named for three wolves of the Norse Apocalypse). At this particular moment the freighter Nobu is docked at the platform and several Viper units are operating nearby, some flying CAP while others are training.
A portion of Viper Squadron 4, Callsign Demons, operating off Triton are among those out and about. Their CO is present and in command. Suddenly a pilot calls out: “Skipper, check your scope! I’ve got large contacts that shouldn’t be there.”
In Triton’s CIC: “DRADIS contacts! Four large unknowns just jumped in.”
Admiral: “Hail them. Standard challenge.”
Tactical: “Unknown contacts just launched missiles and fighters - many bogies. Hail is being ignored.”
Admiral: “Action Stations! Vector CAP to intercept and launch all Vipers. Signal the group to battle formation and increase speed to full. Inform Fleet Headquarters of our situation.”
"Demon Leader, this is Triton Control. Make your heading two one six at maximum speed for a hot intercept. Weapons are free. You are authorized to open fire on presumed hostiles inbound. This is not a drill. Do you copy?”
"Roger Triton. Good copy. We’re on the way. Ok Demons this is our lucky day. Make your weapons hot. Give me formation humping camels and keep it loose just like we trained. Wingmen, remember your only job is to keep hostiles off your leader. Leaders use short bursts and conserve your ammo. You do not want to go dry...oh, frak. Triton, are you seeing this? I’m picking up hundreds of inbound.”
"Confirmed Demon Leader. Inbound raid is massive. Estimate relief to you in four minutes. Your orders are to break up the lead elements and blunt the attack. Report when you’ve made contact. Good hunting Demons."
Triton’s launch deck is a mass of chaos. Klaxons are blaring as deck crews swarm ready Vipers. Duty pilots pile out of ready rooms and dash for their assigned fighters while off duty pilots throw on flight gear in the hopes of grabbing a spare ship or stealing a hot one. Pilots are stuffed into Vipers and launch monkeys stuff Vipers into launch tubes. Launch officers quickly yet methodically tick off pre-launch checks before their charges are flung headlong into space.
"Triton CAG to Demon Actual. Report."
"CAG, Demon Leader here. To say I’m a bit busy just doesn’t capture the enormity of what I’m in the middle of. We are heavily engaged here. Flameout and Lowball are gone and Duster got hit earlier and isn’t on my scope. Her avionics are down but I know she’s out here somewhere and still in the fight. We’re in the middle of a Viper Jock’s sexiest wet dream and absolute worst nightmare all at once. The Toasters are everywhere and full of fight. We’re getting good kills but are losing Vipers at a bad rate, and more bandits keep jumping in. What can I do for you?"
"Demon, This is CAG. I needed to personally tell you this Cylon attack is general and massive. Picon Fleet Headquarters is gone and there are reports of large nukes going off over Caprica City and numerous other civilian targets. I need you to put your squadron in close proximity to the colony and keep it in one piece. The old man is taking Triton after the enemy baseships to shut them down at the source. Your orders are to keep the civilians alive until we get that done."
"Roger CAG. I…wait…Bouncer is hit. On fire! Bouncer is down. Bouncer is down! Did she get out? Did anyone see her eject? Someone verify her beacon!"
"Affirmative Skipper. I see her. She got out and looks ready for a SAR pickup. "
"Acknowledged. Demons, listen up. We’re vacating here and falling back to the planet. Our orders are to Close-CAP it ASAP until further notice."
"Frak that Skipper! There’s no way I’m leaving my wingman out here without cover. She won’t last thirty seconds alone."
"Stow that Bushman. The Cylons are nuking civilian targets throughout the colonies and our orders are to keep that from happening here. I need you over the colony, not babysitting your wingman – now turn your Viper around. That’s an order!"
"Bouncer: Skipper’s right B-Man. I’ll be fine so get out of here. Besides, I have my sidearm so when the Toasters chase after you I’ll shoot them in the back. They’ll never expect it. Skipper?"
"Yeah Bouncer…"
"You made the right call, but frak you anyway…"
To be continued with lots more photos...
