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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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Leaving the convoy at the edge of the nebula, the Achilles lets eight raptors guide them into the navigational nightmare of the Lernaia Nebula. With horrific walls of dense dark matter and clouds of super-heated gas practically nullifying the DRADIS system, calling this area of space a nightmare was highly inadequate. With a raptor parking at the very outer sensor limit of the previous raptor, they make a lifeline back to the entrance, while steering deeper into the horrific abyss laid before them. Leaving behind their sixth raptor, the remaining pair veers sharply to the right and down towards an innocuous cloud of dust and gasses. As Commander Florus paces her bridge, she glances over her navigator’s shoulder and notes nothing of interest on the scope from the cloud. As she starts to ask, Myosha grins and instructs the pilot to continue following them. After another twenty minutes, the Achilles drifts dangerously into the cloud. With scanners effectivity reduces to thousands of feet rather than thousands miles they crawl into the grey cloud.
Commander Florus had believed the cloud was mostly transparent until their bridge sunk into the mass. With the sensor range reduced to hundreds of feet, the raptors inch along for several minutes, until they turn abruptly and zero onto an invisible point ahead. As the Achilles approaches, DRADIS suddenly comes to life and a massive object lies a mere 600 feet ahead. Inching closer, Commander Florus orders a full stop and gives the bridge to Caleb’s old friend. A brilliant redhead with radiant blue-green eyes, Dianna Themis towered over everyone as she rose from beside the navigator. Easily six feet tall, the Lieutenant Colonel had the presence her position required. Privately, the Captain knew Dianna was passed over command solely based on her refusal sit idly and muzzle her tongue to “stupidity.” For this reason alone, she requested the brash young commander as her XO. Though her FITREP said she was a poor choice for the position, she excelled in tactics and procedures and was well versed in over a thousand years of military tactics and procedures. A voracious reader of military history text, she was everything Doneatha wanted in an XO. Seeing her attitude as a pet project, she knew she would make her Captain material before her tour was over.
  Joining the commander in the raptor, Myosha sits in the rear as the rest of the space is filled with security. Armed excessively, she understood the caution. In full environmental gear, they lift off the pad and are joined by a second raptor filled with more security and deck crews. In less than a minute, they are entering the under belly flight deck. With the two outer pods closed tight with massive blast doors to keep the tons of dust and debris out, the rear door on the lower pod was the only entrance to the lost battlestar. With the pod only half extended, it was a tight fit to get the raptor inside without clipping the edges. Setting down inside, they file out and march directly to the elevators. Noticing the lack of power, Commander Florus realizes the trip to the bridge will be a nightmare at best. Discouraged, she begins looking for the stairs, only to have Myosha stop her. Leading her to the center elevator, Myosha opens the maintenance panel beside the elevator and flips a guarded switch up. The elevator suddenly comes to life, and the doors part to a lighted elevator.
The commander cannot shake a general eeriness, like some unseen force stalking their every move and action. All too aware that thousands of men and women died inside this ship, she couldn’t believe that Myosha’s teams never found a single body. With the hair standing up on the back of her neck, she resists the urge to turn around and look for the source. Leading the way, they fill the elevator and patiently ride it to the top. With still eight more floors to travel to reach the bridge, the engineers go to the rear to get the engines online, while everyone else goes forward to the bridge.
After a short eight minute jaunt up stair wells and across deserted corridors, the bridge of the sleeping Battlestar Titanica awakens as Commander Florus glides effortless into the pristine deck. As if on cue, the bridge suddenly flickers and comes to life with thousands of lights and indicators sparkling and churning with power. Myosha signals to everyone to get onto the floor, and she waits until everyone has sure footing before engineering turns on full power. With a final nod from the commander, Myosha gives the go-ahead and the ship lurches to life. Immediately the gravity plates come to life and everyone suddenly feels the full effects of artificial gravity wash over them. For those with a weak constitution, this surge of gravity often unbalances the stomach, and fortunately no one has to clean out their helmets afterwards. Despite a day passing onboard the ship, the ship was put into storage mode before Myosha left, uncertain when anyone would reclaim the vessel. To inhibit the development of frost when the ship cooled internally, the system was dried out and slowly lowered to freezing, per colonial guidelines.
As Commander Florus tries to push herself off the deck, in the corner of her eye she sees a hand reach down to help her up. Instinctively, she reaches out and takes it. With the strength of three pyramid players, the hand practically tears her arm out the socket helping her up. As she gets her footing she turns to thank the person, only to see no one standing near her. Spinning around, she notices that everyone is just getting to their feet, and starting to look around. Wide-eyed and hyper-aware, she instinctively begins barking out commands and orders environmental to come online. Shaking off her jitters, she is reassured about the ship as one by one, each system comes online. After ten minutes, the gauges give the green light for both oxygen and temperature, and she removes her helmet. Shaking off the freakish jitters from earlier, she sits at the command chair and begins studying the readouts as each system begins reporting how ready it is. Ordering the lower pod to fully extend, she turns to Myosha.
“I want you to reassign all your remaining personnel to the Titanica. Your transports have little to no armaments, and we can’t afford to waste resources defending those vessels. Right now, this ship is our best hope for salvation. How well do you know the other captains of your convoy?”
Reluctantly Myosha nods as she replies.
“Really well. You don’t see any use for our ships anymore?”
Shaking her head, Commander Florus sighs.
“I wish I could tell you otherwise. I do want to keep two of your best up with a skeleton crew, but I believe our best interests lie in supporting this battlestar. If we run into any significant forces, we don’t stand a chance. I know of a few out of the way stockpiles we can hit that should have fuel and ammo dumps, but your freighters are just practice targets. Let’s strip them down and get your people trained up on the Titanica’s systems. After we get this boat out of the dust cloud, we can start the transfer. Let’s sit down and work out how we can split our teams and not step on too many toes in the process.”
With a crisp nod, Myosha salutes sharply and journeys down to the flight deck to begin the prickly process of abandoning their old and decrepit ships. As she prepares to depart, the greyish screen of dust is replaced with the contrasting spectacle of purples, reds, and greens of the nebula. With the Achilles pulling alongside the Titanica, the pair of ships park just outside the cloud and wait for the convoy to join them. Racing away, she follows the signals from the parked raptors and tries to plan her speech to her teams. Less than twelve hours earlier, she jokingly referred to the convoy as hers, but now she had that responsibility thrust onto her shoulders. As much as she hated Colonel Styles, she never wished him dead, nor to die in such a pitiful manner.
As she passes the third raptor, she is shocked to see her convoy plowing towards her at full speed, something they never did even with the buoys. As she opens up her comm channel, terror hits her seeing the first raptors leading the convoy. Signaling the Aporia, Myosha angrily screams.
“What the Frak are you all doing! Get back to your positions or we’ll be lost in here!”
In a panic, Caleb replies.
“We got one of those big ships out there! They launched some fighters! I don’t think they saw us, but we couldn’t stay out there. We’d be sitting ducks!”
The rearmost raptor piloted by a wily Lieutenant Kosmos “Wild Tongue” Kemper heatedly defends their decision.
“I got two of those fighters following me! I think they’re following my wake, because I can barely detect them on my DRADIS. They come in and out!”
Shaking her head, she drives them to full speed towards the parked ships. After five minutes, the ships nearly crash into each other as they slip past the Achilles and find a hiding place in the back. Backing into the dust cloud, each of the convoy makes a neat retreat and disappears off the DRADIS. After each ship is tucked away, the Titanica and Achilles return into the cloud and wait patiently as times passes.

Myosha sits at the glass conference table onboard the Titanica and stares endlessly at the crew roster from her convoy. The reassignment of engineers and maintenance crews was easy as most were dying to escape their confinement; but the reshaping of the bridge crews was becoming maddening. After three days, her only accomplishments were offloading the crews and supplies. With dozens of ships scanning the nebula, they discovered the dust could was their only hope for survival. Sending out a recon raptor, the ships’ forward fuselage resembled the head of a Cylon, leading them to believe they were such. With overwhelming numbers, Commander Florus felt their best tactic was to lie in wait and depart when the best opportunity presented itself[PV1] .
With impatience taking its toll, Colonel Themis plotted an escape route through the clouds of dust and debris but the scrapping of the Clotho and Coeus was still a day away. The two slowest and least armed ships was undoubtedly the best call, but it was one Myosha couldn’t easily swallow. The dissection and salvage of her convoy made her sick to the stomach. Worse, not only was she given the task of ripping apart the bodies of her convoy, but the people who once lived and breathed within them. The deck crews were easy to spread out between the Titanica and the Achilles, but the command officers left Myosha with a sour taste. Moving the pilots and captains to the viper deck could easily seem like a demotion, but she had to swap one to the Rhea who wouldn’t handle the move well, while the other would take up the challenge. In frustration, she opens her list once more and scribbles her recommendations beside each name and slams the notebook closed. Standing, she leaves the notebook on the table for the Commander to read it.
Passing the bridge, she hesitates and turns around. With Commander Florus and her old XO reviewing the imagined escape path, Myosha steps up and listens patiently as they review data gathered before they went into hiding. Estimating a week in the cloud, they would exit at the rear, far from any breaks and their Cylon pursuers. Concluding their briefing, Commander Florus leads Myosha back to the conference room and opens the notebook. Flipping through the crew lists, she zeroes in on the deck crews. Nodding in agreement, she stops at her choice for XO for the Achilles. Shaking her head, she addresses Myosha.
“This won’t do.”
As Myosha opens her mouth to protest the commander stops her sharply.
First, they have history between them, and it could interfere with the decision process. Second, the captain of the Coeus, Major Tenian will make a superb XO for Colonel Themis. I feel Major Braka would serve best at the helm of the Aporia. You were correct in your FITREPs, as I have spent this down time reviewing every one of them, and his talents lie in commanding your old boat.”
As Myosha’s face turns to flames, the commander intercedes once more.
“Thus, I feel your talents lie in continuing your training as an XO, rather than a ship of your own. You have a similar attitude problem as Dianna did, and I look forward to educating you further. Colonel Styles was not a good judge of character, as I have personally interviewed numerous members of your fleet, and I have got an exact opposite description of what he was putting in the FITREPs. He was correct that you knew your procedures, as your test scores were something he couldn’t refute.”
She extends her hand to Myosha.
“Welcome aboard the Titanica, Lieutenant Colonel Huron.”
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