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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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With the fleet in a high state of alert, Myosha dodges a pair of missile trolleys arming the newest viper squad. With the fresh pilots woven into the existing squads, the massive reshuffle was no small task for the fleet or the admiral herself. Over the past eight weeks, none of the command staff got more than a handful of hours of sleep at a time. The endless search for the missing fleet was far more difficult than anyone imagined, and it kept Myosha from pursuing her investigations of the colonies. As she compiled her reports, she spent countless hours interviewing crew from the outer colonies and had them point out key facilities Bavor identified as still standing and operational. Myosha couldn’t help but be amazed by their continued luck as she was sure dozens of the locations were massive nonperishable warehouses. Though she could only verify five of them, she was certain that they were left intact as bait for the colonies. Though none of the basestars patrolled the areas, she was sure some means of detection were still present. It was only a week ago when she discovered a small shipping company had a repair depot on a deserted island and their facilities were still intact. Not considered a strategic location, Myosha felt it was the best chance they could recover some small transports to haul cargo through the fleet rather than dock with the large cargo haulers they possessed. Intrigued, Doneatha let a pair of raptors survey the site and they confirmed that four of the ships were fully operational and three more could be made operational in less than a week. Having smaller cargo ships with jump drives allowed them to safely transfer cargo without subjecting the fleet to potentially compromising situations. Though she felt it was best to send them to a neutral location and let their engineers scour the ships for beacons or any means they could track them, they still had to get them off Tauron.
With her plans nearly completed, Myosha had settled onto three teams composed of engineers, mechanics, and seven pilots. Her current plan entailed getting the four working ships to the warehouses and returning to the fleet with supplies. The amount of canned and nonperishable foods they could bring back to the fleet more than justified the mission. As she organized the teams, she couldn’t dismiss the nagging feeling she was missing a piece of the puzzle. Having to sideline the mission to Picon, she knew the admiral’s assurances to address it were legitimate. It was only in the past few days had the admiral approved the mission to Tauron. A good selling point was when Myosha suggested a simultaneous mission to Picon as the Tauron mission. Though she wasn’t thrilled with the mission, she gave the go-ahead and authorized one raptor packed with marines. As the teams readied to depart, Myosha found herself standing beside Kreysta’s bay. She couldn’t shake how empty she felt leaving without the woman who was responsible for the discoveries. Looking down at her watch, she huffs out her last breath and turns to the raptor filled with her marines.
From inside Bavor, Kreysta sits in her sleep clothes curled up in the pilot’s chair. Watching Myosha stand supposedly out of sight, she looks away when Myosha speedily heads towards the small shuttle. Bavor breaks the oppressive silence.
“Why can we not just take her? Just trick her to come onboard and I fly away. There is no way they can stop me.”
Kreysta groans and shakes her head.
“If I have to answer that question, then I will have to seriously consider reformatting and reloading both your logic and ethics databases. Besides, she would feel violated that I took her away from all this. It would probably make her feel like a caged animal, and we both know I could not do that to her. She has to choose, that is the only way. I do not have to tell you that I am considering leaving all this. If she will not join us, then I want to go. The longer I stay here, the more likely it is that I will become directly responsible for combat actions, and we both know all the laws forbidding that. As they say here, we have overstayed our welcome.”
Bavor hums in agreement.
“I understand. Let us wait until she returns then. You should say goodbye properly, yes?”
Nodding, she wipes the tears away and heads back to her bed to sleep before her dinner with the Admiral and her staff. As the tears flow, she finally understood why her people purged love and passion from their lives.
Exiting her ship, Myosha lets the marines to secure the area before descending onto the small fishing town of Hutton. Using a tracker, they slink to the warehouse district paying great attention to the possible lookout holes and buildings which could be used as sentry posts. As the sun rose over Picon’s Distillian mountain range, they were converging on the source of the signal. With a large antenna array pointed up towards the sky, unanimously they agree that they had found their source. Using the binoculars, Myosha discerns how the antenna was rigged on this particular roof of all the rooves in the city. Noting the building was once a city planning building for the outlying communities, it had the necessary generators hidden far below to power the system. Myosha lets the marines take the lead and scout around before finally entering. Though she was anxious to enter, everything told her to remain cautious and on guard. For the first time since they departed, something told her how this mission was becoming a bad idea, though she could not comprehend how or why. Allowing her marines to secure the building first, she patiently waited on a nearby rooftop. The minutes tick by until she suddenly jumps in fright from the sound of automatic gunfire; screams from her troops fill the communications channel as they finally warn her of Cylons surrounding them. Myosha scrambles to help her squad and she reaches to door of the building as the screams and gunfire cease. Everything tells her to stop and she calls to her people over the mic. Only empty static responds and she backs out the door in terror. As her foot steps through the threshold, a solid metal arm strikes the back of her head snuffing the light out.
Kreysta smiles warmly through her veil seeing Myosha’s good friend Caleb waiting patiently in front of her ship. Exchanging pleasantries, she walks beside him as he escorts her to the bridge. Noticing the warm smiles and waves from the maintenance crews who had become accustomed to her, she returns polite bows and talks to a few of them as she heads towards the elevators. Caleb is more surprised than most that she is so talkative to the security and mechanics. Most on the bridge were none the wiser on her relationships so far from the command staff and Caleb finally understood why Myosha devoted excessive quantities of time contending with her duties. After stopping to talk to Chief Gommels, Caleb could not hide his surprise as Kreysta spent several minutes reviewing a design for a small jump drive for a heavily modified viper. As Kreysta reviews the designs sprawled out on his work table, she takes a pencil and notes several key areas of interest. The chief scrambles to make notes of her advice, and really seems to appreciate her criticism of his work. As the minutes tick by, Caleb motions for the chief to wrap up and eventually has them back towards the elevator. After the doors close tightly, they are deposited back on the bridge level and she is guided to the Admiral’s dining room.
Kreysta cordially greets each of the officers before finding her seat beside Doctor Strom and Lieutenant Kepless. As everyone takes their seats, Kreysta flips her veil up and over her head. Doneatha raises an eyebrow completely amazed that Kreysta was exposing her visage to the entire room. Glancing around, she realizes that the Doctor and several of the officers noted the daring change in behavior from their shrouded alien. As the crew discusses many different subjects and areas, Doneatha notices Lt Kepless unusually tight-lipped. As she considers prying, their inquisitive guest sets her fork down and turns to the young lieutenant.
“Look if it is bothering you this much just go ahead and ask me! First a warning though. In my culture we do shoot the messenger, as the messenger is held responsible for the contents of a communique. But for diplomatic reasons, I am willing to suspend that rule for this evening. Now just ask what you have been dying to ask me since day one.”
As the laughter subsides around the table the young ginger-haired man cleans his mouth and takes a sip of water.
“Well it hasn’t been since day one; but after months of research I have a few. We’ve heard that you are extremely aged, despite your appearances.”
As Kreysta smiles and starts to respond, he rapidly continues before she can speak.
“The real question is did you really know the gods like Zeus and Apollo?”
Nodding with a huge grin, she sighs dramatically.
“First I’m not that old if you exclude how long I have been asleep. My species can sleep for many eons at a time, but it is true I knew of the individuals you now refer to as the Lords of Kobol like Zeus, Apollo, Athena, and Aphrodite. They were in many ways human, but very different in their abilities. Not to offend you and your species, but they were considerably more advanced in intelligence, strength, prowess, and some amazing feats your species simply cannot do yet. This is why I decided to interact with your species. I knew what you could develop into, and it was very interesting how these seemingly super beings were related to you. Let me say as a warning though, there were regular humans like yourselves there too. I never agreed with using them exclusively as labor, but it was a choice they made, not I. From those workers and artisans, your species developed into the beings you are today. My people find this amazing. That’s why I study and interact with you. My report to my people is priceless. We learn this way. We learn from the mistakes and accomplishments of others so that we do not repeat those mistakes.”
Doneatha leans forward to inquire.
“What were they like, the Lords of Kobol that is?”
With a noticeably heavy draught of air, Kreysta chooses her words carefully.
“Apollo and Athena hardly behaved as nicely as your history books say. I will verify they were brother and sister, as they were extremely competitive with each other. Oh! And the legends behind Athena’s birth are extremely exaggerated. As with many myths and legends, there is a grain of truth though. Apollo and Athena were actually twins separated at birth by about an hour or so. I wasn’t around for that, but I was told by reputable sources this story. Apollo was born first and they didn’t know Athena was inside her mother still. You see Zeus had many wives and their mother was a god like them, but she was unnamed for some political reason constructed by Hera. Her name was simply wiped out of every record database and written document on the planet. Hera was a real…well the right word is best left unsaid. As everyone celebrated the birth of Zeus’s son, Hera murdered her, and everyone thought she had died in childbirth, until the mother’s stomach exploded leaving Athena standing defiantly against Hera. It seems she had some sort of telepathic bond while she was in the womb and knew how her mother really died. I never got along with Hera, and I made it clear I had no interest in her husband so we kept to ourselves. I cannot stand for that kind of drama in my life, and I do not associate with those who create it.”
Doneatha nods.
“That explains a lot about why you and Colonel Huron get along so well. Many of her previous crew told me that was one of her defining characteristics.”
The Doctor notices Kreysta wants to say more, but hesitates. Instead, Lt. Kepless inquires further.
“Our history says that Zeus angered you for violating one of those rules you mentioned…is that precisely true and which was it?”
Kreysta takes a long drink of water before replying. Doneatha can feel Kreysta’s apprehension from across the table.
“Unfortunately, I let my temper get the best of me that day and my ship aided my pursuit of that man. Afterwards I was extremely remorseful for the people who were needlessly killed in the fires, and I chose to leave for good. If our ships had not collided, I doubt I would have chosen to interact or communicate with your species ever again. Let me give you some background as to what occurred, so you can comprehend the context of the violation. I had numerous voluntary sexual interactions with Apollo and Athena, as I was incredibly attracted to their personalities. They were brilliant, incredibly gifted, and valued life in all its forms. Yet, I understood that the power of choice was incredibly important. If I like you, I will interact with you; but if I ignore you, then don’t continue to pursue me. Zeus could not take no for an answer. I saw him as a braggart; a loud-mouthed self-righteous animal of a man who could not handle rejection. I gave him the same warnings as I did your crew when I arrived, and one day he chose to take the form of a handmaiden and trick me into bathing naked while he was there. After I finished, he used some special chains to bind my arms from behind and violated me. I never forgave him or your people until I got to know Myosha. Thanks to her, I have progressed to open dialogues like this. I am very happy that she changed my opinion of the human race. She actually reminds me a lot of Athena: smart, level-headed, and very passionate about her beliefs. If you think there’s more to that story than I am saying, then you would be correct. My behavior is still something I am not too proud of, and that is as much as I wish to share at this time.”
Doctor clears her hair from her face and leans forward to capture Kreysta’s attention.
“Seeing that you are a scholar, what advice can you give us in our darkest hour?”
Kreysta’s expression goes from sour to even darker than before as she ponders her next words.
“Those who destroy or forget their history are doomed to repeat it. This has all happened before for your people: the wars, exodus, and eventual victory over your oppressors. Your Lords of Kobol went through this, and the people they originated from before them. Unfortunately, the level of destruction and bloodshed is unprecedented. Not many species recover from this level of warfare, and this is my final appeal to you Doneatha. Leave this place with me; abandon the vengeance in your hearts, and I promise peace and survival for your race from this Cylon species. I cannot stay here any longer. My ship is at one hundred percent, and is finalizing our departure as we dine tonight.”
The admiral sits back and sighs feeling the weight of her rank finally crushing her chest. She sits there as the crew stare intently and hover on her next words. As she leans over to speak, Caleb interrupts over the speaker.
“Admiral! We have eight DRADIS contacts inbound.”
Excusing herself, Doneatha exhales in relief, having dodged the burning question.
Kreysta stays sitting knowing precisely what the admiral’s decision will be.
Rushing onto the bridge, the first vipers are intercepting the contacts and are howling in celebration. With the seven transports fully operational and loaded with supplies, they are escorted to the cargo ships for offloading. As she manages the flow of data, she gets the news she feared as a raptor suddenly jumps back to the fleet. Lt. Kemper is pleading over the channel to the Titanica.
“I scanned the raptor and it was still off. They missed their last three scheduled call-ins, and I returned here immediately.”
As Donetha pulls away from the chatter from the transports, to confirm her worst fears. Caleb nods to her grimly. Shaking her head, she leaves the bridge and finds Kreysta sitting morosely in her seat as if she knew what Doneatha was about to tell her.
“Kreysta. Myosha’s team still hasn’t checked in. They are six hours overdue. I’m assembling a team of three raptors to check it out…”
The warning klaxons immediately sound, cutting off Doneatha. As she spins around to the bridge, she fails to notice Kreysta less than a step behind her. Caleb announces in a calm but stern tone.
“DRADIS contact! One Cylon basestar has just jumped in and is deploying fighters.”
Nodding, Doneatha orders a carrousel formation to get the transports out of harm’s way and to transition to a starburst to surround the basestar. Doneatha jumps when she discovers Kreysta hovering below her shoulder.
“Permission to recover your lost team admiral?”
Doneatha shakes her head and then nods.
“Approved. I’ll send a few raptors as soon as we are clear of these toasters.”
Shaking her head, Kreysta touches her collar and activates her mic.
“Bavor! We’ve got a hot launch! I’m going to get Myosha.”
In minutes, Kreysta is scaling the ladder into her ship and jumping into the cockpit chair. Strapping herself in, she gets the all clear and Chief Gommels marshals her out of her parking bay and to the launch elevator. As the elevator lurches to a stop at the top, she receives permission to launch. In a blink of an eye, Bavor clears the bay as it begins to retract back into the Titanica. Whipping left and right dodging the streams of anti-missile and fighter fire, she finally leaves the Titanica’s defense screen and penetrate the heavy fighter combat zones. Staring at the waves of fighters bearing down on the fleet, Kreysta curses under her breath.
“Activate the combat defense screens. I do not want to collide with anyone.”
Leaving the protection of the fleet, she hits the second wave of Cylon fighters and flips around trying to avoid tangling with them. As she brushes by a Cylon fighter, it suddenly lurches away as if clipping a solid wall; everyone who gets within a hundred feet of Bavor are inexplicably sent careening away in a cloud of debris or simply explode. After the fifteenth Cylon is sent spinning away, she isn’t surprised that they give way. Breaking into a clearing, she begins the spatial fold operation. With a minute left until the jump, she tightens her restraints and completes her checklist. As the countdown approaches the end, Bavor cancels it as he detects a massive bubble of destabilized space expanding in front of them. Looking over her console she throws all the power into the defensive screens and rockets into the center of the destabilized area.
From the bridge of the Titanica, Doneatha gasps as Kreysta’s ship disappears and is replaced with a pair of Cylon basestars. With overwhelming odds stacked against her, she knows there’s little she could do and stands at the helm catatonically facing the end. As she prepares for the end, the DRADIS loses track of the numbers of Cylon fighters entering the field, and the fleet begins to retract their deployment and break into a defensive circle. Doneatha eases back into her chair and prepares for the inevitable conclusion of the fight, knowing there is not enough time to spin up her FTL.
Kreysta is amazed that her shields held up to squeezing inside the Cylon ship, and even more amazed that there was a large enough space for her ship to fit. Scanning the insides, she detects the power core and locks her weapons onto it. Opening up four of the front concealed ports, she detects the first basestar’s core and tracks its location through the basestar she’s in. Double checking her restraints she exhales and releases the safeties on the anti-neutron cannons and fires at the third basestar. As the hull and superstructure of the basestar she’s in cease to exist in the path of the four combined beams, the beams strikes the core of the faraway ship and explodes brilliantly. Spinning, she resumes her lock onto the basestar she’s in and fires the cannon once before folding away.
As Doneatha tries to stem the flow of anti-ship missiles she braces against the display console as the ship rocks hideously from the explosive concussions. As her viper numbers diminish, she knows the missile locks will only become insurmountable. As Caleb screams out about a notification tone from DRADIS, she expects to be told that the fighters from the last Basestar are within range. Instead, she cannot fathom his words and yells at him to repeat them.
“I said, the two basestars are gone! They’ve been destroyed. I’m reading debris and the loss of at least 60 percent of their fighters from the explosions. The first basestar is recalling fighters and preparing to leave.”
Standing, Doneatha barks out to her staff.
“The FRAK they are! Concentrate fire on that toaster oven and show them what happens when they pick a fight. Helm! Turn us at them at full speed! I want every weapon trained on them and not let one of them escape! Tell the fleet to use deployment plan scorpion. Go! If Kreysta’s figures are right about their systems, we only have minutes before they can spin up their FTL.”
As the destroyers take heavy damage from the scores of missiles and fighters, they penetrate the basestar’s perimeter and gets hammered by the missile cruiser as it uses the destroyers for cover. Scoring direct hits by the Titanica and the fleet, the Cylon ship explodes brilliantly while the fleet mops up the remaining fighters.
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