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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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Arriving back at the Titanica, Myosha kisses Kreysta before running down the ladder for the bridge. With all the intelligence reports stored in a data unit Kreysta configured to interface with a printer and displayer disconnected with the mainframe on the Titanica, Myosha could not imagine trying to deliver her numerous reports without the technology. With the Cylon’s capability to remotely interface computers, a general state of paranoia revolved around remote or wireless activities, for obvious reasons. Worse, was the reliance on pocket-portable data devices to handle the daily exchange of information. With the obvious security issues, it took the engineers a month to successfully develop a paper recycling plant in a bay on the Achilles. With limited production levels, it was designed to produce just enough paper that they used and recycled back into the process. Myosha was happy to discover that a major shipment of law books and journals were the first sacrifice to the process which was held in their mail room. The eight hundred pounds of books were happily tossed into system to be pulverized and returned back into usable sheets of paper. With only water-soluble ink available, all forms had to be protected against the clumsiness or morning coffee or tea.
After running through the shower, Myosha heads straight to the bridge and finds Caleb at her station leading the bridge operations. As she spins around to address him, Admiral Florus steps in front of her and directs her to the large conference room. Taken back by Doneatha’s directness, Myosha nods and lets the admiral push her into the room where she finds the room filled with the other executive officers from the fleet. After a series of handshakes and friendly conversation, Doneatha clears her throat and the hours of intelligence begin to flow out. As she goes through enemy locations everyone seems more enthused, seeing the lack of resistance should they try and retake some of the colonies. As the discussions begin to boil over, Myosha silences them by pointing out the five remaining basestars lingering in and around the inner systems like Caprica.
“If they deploy three or four of those, we’ll be hopelessly out-gunned and overrun. It’s an interesting point, but not the most interesting data we collected. Kreysta’s ship collected a great deal of intel about their fleet movements. What we see is that we are not alone in this fight. We believe we are one of nine other fleets in operation, being driven away from each other in hopes we don’t connect up. I thought at first there were only eight of us, until I saw they were driving a small force far away from the colonies.”
Bringing up a map of the galaxy, Myosha points out the eight other movements of ships, and then highlights their position.
“We are not far from a major force of three basestars which are hounding an unknown Colonial force, maybe four light-years away tops.”
As everyone chatters back and forth reviewing the data and map, Colonel Themis captures Myosha’s attention pointing at a singular point on the map.
“What of that location there? I see two Basestars stop there periodically, but never the same ones.”
Shrugging, she pulls up the data and asks Bavor over the data link. He replies by displaying the information on her unit.
“From the ship’s best estimates, it is a refueling station. It would be a highly defended position. One of the fleets isn’t too far from that position either.”
As they play the fleet movements, they are surprised that the station suddenly changed from green to red five days prior to the dump, making them sigh dramatically. Doneatha intakes air dramatically before speaking.
“It seems the Cylons aren’t doing as well as we were led to believe. Though fractured, the colonies are resisting superbly in some cases. Where’s our nearest ally?”
Myosha brings up the list from nearest to farthest, and points to the fleet she mentioned originally.
“They had two basestars in that area less than a week ago. They should be fairly easy to find, though it will be a challenge to defeat them if we have to address them both at the same time.”
With a deep sigh, Doneatha flags the XO from the destroyer Caprican Rising.
“Garrik, I heard you did pretty well on the search and destroy scenario in the fleet courses. Think you formulate an effective search pattern for these colonial ships?”
Looking over the data once more he nods with a grin.
“Actually I aced it. Absolutely Admiral. Just give me a few minutes to look the data over and I think I can figure out where they are hiding from the Cylons in that area.”
Doneatha nods and addresses the officers.
“Take this info back to your commanders, and we will do a group talk in four hours. I think I’d like to link up with these fleets, and the closest first. Take that back as well. Good morning everyone.”
As the officers disperse to return back to their respective ships, Myosha finishes her breakfast and turns off the displays. As the last officer departs, the admiral signals Caleb to join them, and Myosha fights back the anger seeing him wearing lieutenant colonel on his collar. Before she can speak, Doneatha stops her.
“Listen it took me a while to come to this decision, but I need my XO at their post when I’m not. It’s become obvious that I can’t have you doing two jobs at once, especially when I keep asking you go away on these long missions. Caleb was highly resistant to assume the post before talking to you, but I need him here. So I spent a night in your quarters and asked you resident ghost what was the best for you. When I woke in the morning, I found these resting in the center of his desk wide open.”
Pulling from her coat pocket, Doneatha produces a small box and flips open the lid. Resting on top is a pair of full colonel collar ranks, and Myosha flashes with anger and embarrassment. The admiral continues.
“I’m certain these were Colonel Burrell’s personal set, though I have no idea where they came from.”
Standing on either side of Myosha, the Admiral and Caleb replace Myosha’s ranks.
“Congratulations Colonel Huron. You are the fleet’s first official diplomat and Chief of Intelligence. Through you, all information will flow and you have a small team of officers…two exactly. Your first act will be to get your people together, and I agree that you must go and check out that signal you picked up. Whether you take a raptor or the alien’s ship is your call. Let’s coordinate an extraction of survivors from some of the outer colonial planets. We could use some hope and relief. We have more than enough room to accommodate a few hundred more survivors, and make room for more.”
With the shower blasting inside her room, Myosha sits at the table reviewing the data looking for anything she is supposed to have caught as the fleet intelligence officer. Clad in her underwear, Myosha flips between the reports and raw data. As she dives deeper in the movements of the Cylon fleet, she pushes every sensory input aside and jumps out of her seat when Kreysta walks up behind her and softly kisses her exposed neck. After apologies are exchanged back and forth, Myosha sets the viewer down on her desk and spins around to grasp the naked woman. Seeing the stress of the new responsibilities weighing her down, Kreysta jumps into Myosha’s lap before kissing her passionately.
“Please come with me. Let’s leave all this murder and war here, and join me among the stars. You’re smart, handy, and very insightful. You don’t have vengeance and hatred filling your heart. Let’s just leave this place and go. No one will blame you if you did. There are hundreds of people who would fill your position just as well as you can. All this war stuff is not you. We both know your true love is flying among the stars. You can’t lie to me about that! I’ve seen the look in your eyes when you’re at the helm of my ship. You cannot deny it.”
To her own surprise, Myosha cannot find the words to deny anything. As she holds Kreysta tightly, she finally makes up the best story she can muster.
“They need me. I can’t abandon them in their darkest hour. I would feel like a coward.”
Nodding, Kreysta kisses Myosha deeply before countering.
“But you are open to the idea of leaving as long as you didn’t have any responsibilities here. Correct? You do not have to answer me. Let us just leave it at that, okay?”
Shaking her head chuckling, Myosha holds the smaller woman tightly unwilling to surrender the closeness their souls share.
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