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Battlestar Titanica	By : Phynxlegion Category: 1 through F > Battlestar Galactica Views: 2024 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Myosha dashes through the shower and throws an extra set of clothes into a bag while changing into her flight suit. Combing back her wet wavy hair, she finishes dressing and dashes out to the waiting ship with five minutes to spare. Throwing her bag inside with a couple of standard week’s rations kits and water, she loads a camera bag and gear before closing the hatch. Confident Kreysta kept her water tanks full, she was mostly concerned with having water on hand in the water bottles. Joining Kreysta in the cockpit, they pilot the ship free of the Titanica and a comfortable distance away before accelerating past the speed of light.
As the ship slips into a steady five thousand times the speed of light, Myosha excuses herself to retreat to the latrine as the transition to FTL upset her bowels far more than she cared to share. Changing into a small green silk half camisole and matching bottoms, she exits the room and finds Kreysta’s clothes folded neatly on the console across the sleep chamber. With a sly grin she leans over to make a cute comment, only to find the chamber empty. Taken back she looks around only to yelp and jump when she’s grasped by Kreysta’s from behind. Looking around in a panic, she cannot imagine where she came from. As she starts to inquire, Kreysta silences her by passionately kissing her and corralling her into the warm sleep chamber. After a few hours, Myosha lets her lover’s invisibility trick slip from her mind forever.
Kreysta, gazing down at the beautiful young officer who hopelessly fell in love with her, contemplates what the remaining few weeks will bring them. With the ship nearly completed with the repairs, the prospect of leaving this quadrant of the galaxy was both exhilarating and depressing. She could not imagine how attached she had become to the small girl, physically and emotionally until she was faced with leaving her system. With her asleep in her arms and resting her head against Kreysta’s soft chest, she struggled to contain her own attraction and longing for the “inferior” creature. Her parents hardly approved of the type of attachment she developed for Myosha, as Myosha was outside the norm for her species. The only similarities Myosha could fathom would be the connection a human has for a pet, which was hardly the same thing. The hours ticked by with little resolution for her dilemma. And though they made love numerous times over the twelve hour flight, it did little to ease the pain burning in Kreysta’s heart.
Redressed in their flight suits, the pair take their seats and patiently wait for the ship’s speed to go below the speed of light as they approach Scorpia. With two hours to spare, Kreysta parks the ship near the southern pole, taking advantage of the fluxing magnetic fields to hide their ship. Sharing a ration kit, they set their system to passively scan the area and wait enjoying the other’s company. On schedule, a heavy raider suddenly jumps into orbit and broadcasts the preplanned signal. With Kreysta hesitant to leave their choice hiding spot, she has the ship broadcast the response and receives the data dump. After ten minutes, the data exchange ends and the Cylon ship jumps away. As the minutes tick by, Bavor decrypts the data and finally begins feeding them the intelligence. Signaling Kreysta, Bavor begins scanning the planet and does a thorough scan of the barren radiated surface. After twenty minutes, he breaks orbit and accelerates inwards to the next planet.
Tauron fared no better than Scorpia, with radiation levels far beyond the habitable ranges even for Kreysta. Realizing there was little hope of finding any survivors on the war torn surface, Bavor pulls away from the world after scanning the surrounding moon Plutus. Noting many recent craters and battle sites obliterated by nuclear weapons not to mention the loss of all the orbital space docks, he continues his inward march for the inner colonies.
Myosha observes the debris from the space docks her convoy and the Achilles escaped only forty-two days prior. As Bavor scans the debris field, Myosha fights back her tears as she notes the dead bodies floating sporadically amongst the metal carnage. Very little discernable wreckage remains of the station or the hundreds of ships once docked at the second busiest ports in the colonies. Bavor does identify numerous ship segments could still contain useable equipment and missiles for the Titanica and her fleet, but it drifts by Myosha’s attention unnoticed. The images of the victims of Zero-Hour drifting like discarded trash in the sea burns into her memory.
Kreysta feels the heaviness emanating from Myosha’s chest as she reads the scans from Bavor. She turns to Kreysta practically in tears.
“This goes beyond war, doesn’t it? This is genocide. The deliberate destruction and elimination of the human race and culture.”
Kreysta’s face trembles as she nods in agreement.
“My parents and Bavor described this kind of war from their youth. I never imagined nor wished I would be a witness to it in my life. The kind of hatred they have for your race is unequaled and not easily quenched. I’m so very sorry for you and your people. They have a superior level of technology that will take you decades to match, and your people don’t have that luxury. Please seriously consider my offer to leave this quadrant. All that lives in these colonies of yours is hate and death now.”
As the tears flow down her cheeks, Myosha sits back and reviews the intelligence the Cylons sent as Bavor continues towards Libran. As the hours tick by, she painstakingly reviews the data the given to Bavor. While the majority of the data was where the Cylon major bases were located, some actually seemed irrelevant like planet locations, climate, and information revolving around the exploration of the nearby star systems. Though Bavor actually seemed enthusiastic about this data, Kreysta seemed distant and withdrawn. Myosha spent every minute between colonies sorting and compiling reports for the Admiral. With Bavor’s help, she was able to bring up the relevant data and earmark it for printing when she arrived back on the Titanica. As she delved deeper in to the massive database, it was becoming clearer that there were numerous unusual fleet movements by the Cylons which began to stick out.
Since the initial Cylon attack, there seemed to be eight unique spearheads as the Cylons moved groups of basestars in a deliberate directions and concentrations. Restarting her search from the most recent timeline, she noticed a ninth division moving towards the Titanica’s previous position. She practically screams out as she realizes the key bit of information the Cylons deliberately hid from Bavor.
“BY THE GODS! There’s eight separate colonial fleets still out there!”
Bavor, disbelieving her hypothesis, grumbles that he could not have missed something that obvious. After a minute, he grumbles that she got lucky, and returns his attention to the exploration data. Bringing Kreysta’s attention back into the cockpit, she brings up the data her lover is reviewing and whistles through her sharp teeth.
“Well I’ll be damned. And you want to know something…I think I can predict the size and strength of the forces too. The first group was sent three basestars to address them, the second was allocated one basestar, then later two when the first was lost, and the third had three sent against it. They are being very formulaic in that they recently sent three basestars against the Titanica’s previous location. Now if three basestars is usually sent against one of your battlestars, and one is sent against the destroyers and missile boats that linked up with you…that means they are chasing at least four other battlestars besides your boat.”
Kreysta goes back in time and reviews the disposition of forces which were deployed against the Third Geminon Fleet in the asteroid field and confirms her suspicions.
“Here, they sent four basestars against two battlestars, but they would have had to of had the precise coordinates of where to jump in order to have pulled off a tactical fold in the middle of an asteroid field. They jumped in blind and launched missiles before anyone could scramble their fighters and launch their missiles in response. They are playing their position safe and not extending themselves too far out from the hip. I mean that they are not taking real risks, everything is planned out and by the book for them. It’s an inherent fault of most early artificial intelligence. They lack true creativity until survival is on the line, then they literally make the next evolutionary leap in development. You have to admit, if the battle plan doesn’t need changing, why change it? This is something that even organics do, not just AI’s.”
Kreysta brings up a detailed review of the battle and points out the jump coordinates were as precise as she believed.
“Their sensors and jump technology is far beyond the Titanica’s. They were able to nail a position which your ship can only dream about…within fifty meters of their destination. Right now your ship is lucky to pull off a couple of hundred meters.”
Myosha nods in agreement and turns her attention towards the displacements around the colonial worlds. Fear sets in as she focuses on the fifteen basestars orbiting around Caprica, Gemenon, and Aerlon. She studies it even as they enter orbit around Libran, and discover a similarly desolate world as the first two. Their scans show a world barely habitable, having received a massive level of nuclear bombardment. A grim silence descends on the pair as they break orbit and accelerate towards Aquaria.
An hour later, they are rewarded by discovering the limited destruction of the infrastructure across the planet. Kreysta points out the nuclear strikes were focused on the cities and military targets only, while Bavor finds the lack of people is more disturbing. On the previous worlds Bavor saw pockets of life spread out across the planets, while on Aquaria the pockets of survivors were extremely few and dispersed. More importantly, the planet-side construction sites for raptors and vipers were intact and weren’t flooded with radiation. Though there were signs that there was recent construction at the facilities, there was no Cylons on any of the planets. Though Bavor admitted he couldn’t be one hundred percent certain about his scans about the Cylons, he was sure that there weren’t any that many people on the planets.
Noticing the amount of time which had passed, Kreysta mentions that they would be strapped for time to make it to the second rendezvous site with the Titanica. Reluctantly Myosha wraps up the scanning and begins the hours of reports ahead of her before they make it back. As they scream out of the system, Myosha says a short prayer for both the dead and the survivors too devastated to say more of the subject. While withdrawn in the mountains of intelligence reviews, she misses the discussion between the pilot and the ship reviewing a coded transmission being sent irregularly from Picon. Stumped, they finally pull Myosha from her reports and point out the signal. Scrutinizing the rudimentary analog signal, Myosha reviews the frequency band and notices the repeating element.
“Well, it is on an old Colonial military band, and it is repeating. I would say it’s an old emergency signal, but correct me if I’m wrong but it’s transmitting in a regular cycle of primes: every hour, followed by two, three, then five, and seven. More to the point, it’s a type of distress signal we use to use a long time ago. It might be a point to come back to again.”
Bavor displays a scan of the system and points out the lack of targets.
“This is one of the systems which previously had a basestar assigned and was converted to the revolution. The intelligence points out that they had to abandon an important project which was in development, but the details were not specified.”
Myosha nods.
“I’ll mark that for a team to do some recon later. Any other points of interest in the minor system?”
“Nothing of value. Two of the five worlds were out of my scanner field and the last one I just scanned a quick glimpse…you call it Sagittaron. No basestars there either. Now inside the major system, I still noticed several basestars…at least five.”
Kreysta nods as she scans the data.
“From fifteen to five. Their revolution hit home hard. The intelligence points out that six of those were sent to deal with the revolt, and never returned. All were converted to the other side. In the end dozens of basestars and mobile stations abandoned their post and left. I don’t think your military could have done any better than what we’ve done in the past couple of days.”
After a twelve hour stretch compiling reports and data, Myosha curls up with Kreysta for a few hours of earned relaxation and rest in each other’s arms before arriving on the Titanica.
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