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Post by Col. Charybdis on Mar 15, 2006 11:14:15 GMT -6
The door slid open with a raspy sort of noise made when two pieces of glass rubbed together. The seat swivelled around on top of the high pedestal and on top was the glowing head of Cyclid, base ship commander.
"Speak, centurion," he said in a smooth voice before the centurion could say anything.
"By your command. Scanners have picked up two large ships approaching our position from different vectors. They appear to be two Colonial battlestars."
"Two different vectors? Two battlestars?" he seemed quite agitated now.
"Centurion, I can now see through their plan. Recall all fighters at once. Tell them to disengage and hurry back. We must be protected at all costs! And arm all defensive laser batteries!"
"By your command," came the response as the centurion made his way out of the chamber...
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Post by Amy81 on Mar 15, 2006 13:21:21 GMT -6
Ally was pouring on the turbos, closing ground, when suddenly the pack of raiders turned and began doubling back. Instead of chasing them, she was now bearing right down on them as they rushed toward her.
"Frack!" she cursed as she fired a blanket of protective fire at the squadron of raiders. "What in hades is going on?"
Her shots struck gold as one raider errupted, the explosion taking out the raider closest to it as well. "Two for one" Ally smiled. "It's a bargain sale on Cylons!"
The raiders were getting too close now as explosions began to rock her viper all around. Though the cylons didn't seem to be slowing down at all, they weren't above trying to take her out as they bore in on her...
"Come on" she mutttered, "where's that help?" Another explosion hit close by, nearly blinding her in the split-micron it took for the auto-tint to dim the sudden glare.
In her mind the glare turned into a bright chandelier as she thought back suddenly, a clear flashback to the Starliner Alpha, and how proud it's citizens had been of the ballroom reconstruction. Her family and been some of the hardest workers, fully supporting the proposal to restore the ballroom rather than their living spaces, knowing that the revenue from the ballroom and casino would afford them the materials to really do the living spaces right. She felt like she was standing right there, her mom and dad and brothers by her side...
"We love you" her mom said.
"I love you too" Ally replied, the surprise of hearing her own voice in the quiet cockpit breaking the dream. A cylon was on a collision course with her viper, it's guns blazing...
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Post by BRIK on Mar 15, 2006 17:22:24 GMT -6
A cylon was on a collision course with her viper, it's guns blazing... ...then the entire ship blazing as the raider exploded! "So, Bronze, looks like I'm ahead of you now...we MUST stop meeting this way! By the way, I'm Lt Brik, Gold Squadron." "Alpha Squad, form on me and let's help this Bronze send some Cylons back to Hades until we receive orders that say otherwise!"
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Post by Amy81 on Mar 16, 2006 7:18:37 GMT -6
"Name's not Bronze" Ally replied, dipping and twisting through the sudden debris from the destroyed raider. She'd been close enough that she almost thought she could see the red eye of the cylon pilot through the slotted canopy of the raider just before it came apart. "Name's Lt. Ally, you know the squadron." She banked her viper and came along side his ship for a brief micron. "Thanks for saving my tail, again" She waved, then veered off.
Brik... Brik... she thought, trying to place him, trying to remember his face, but she was sure she'd never met him. Different squadrons, that's why. And Bronze had always been the weak sister to Gold and Black, getting mostly the assignments the two main squadrons wouldn't touch. I'm going to have to look him up when we get back, I at least owe him a drink...
An explosion nearby shook her viper. IF we get back she thought, veering away from the heat, guns firing at a raider she found in her path. The raider started to come apart, but Ally didn't hang around to watch, veering again and finding herself near Brik's viper again...
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Post by Brie on Mar 16, 2006 15:36:42 GMT -6
Ensign Bunnie knew that it was all HER fault. "Fracking Cylon spy," she muttered under her breath. She hated Lieutenant Astraea with all her being. All of her friends did. Bunnie knew that it was no coincidence that Astraea had returned and now the Cylons had as well. She watched as her friends were dying, all because of Astraea.
“Ensign, form up on me,” Major Jorlan ordered into the comm. “You’re my wing, we’re supposed to be working together!”
He’s just in a bad mood because Skyler, a captain, was made strike leader instead of him, even though he’s a major, Bunnie thought to herself. A blip disappeared from her screen, she hadn’t even realized that a raider had been on her tail. “Thanks, Sir.” Within microns another raider had Jorlan in its sights. Bunnie was able to get behind it, she pictured Astraea’s face, and fired. The raider disappeared. Bunnie was starting to wonder if she was cut out for life as a viper pilot. This battle just keeps going and going. She wondered if it would ever stop. A micron later another raider fired. The battle was over for Ensign Bunnie.
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Post by BRIK on Mar 17, 2006 3:01:53 GMT -6
Happening to glance over his shoulder, Brik was none too surprised to find his new friend the "Bronze"...Lt Ally, she said...near his wing.
"Well, Lt Ally..." (Firing at yet another enemy as a conversational comma) "Looks like we've made acquaintance!" (The previously mentioned Raider politely volunteering to smear in a grand explosion to accentuate his exclamation)
There was a momentary lull in the battle...looked liked some poor new viper pilot just earned their eternal rest...funny, the explosion, like watching clouds as a kid, looked kind of like a rabbit.
"Tell you what, Bronze (he liked the sound of it, like he'd seen or heard it in an entertainment vid as a boy, perhaps), you seem like a good sort...so come over and visit Gold Squadron when you get the chance. Whoops, gotta run!"
Brik's viper peeled away to engage a Cylon closing in on one of his squad mates, turbos flaring in the eternal night.
Hmmn...he really liked the idea of naming his viper, just like his friend Ike. What would it be...
As he fired on the enemy vessel, causing it to veer from a partial hit as well as its evasive maneuvers, he noticed that the warrior that he had moved to help was none other than Ike himself. "So Ike, since I've saved you from Cylon Hell you can pay me back by helping me come up with a good name for my ship."
Ike replied "You're on...as long as there's fumerellos and some milk & cookies involved!"
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Post by Amy81 on Mar 17, 2006 7:01:53 GMT -6
Ally smiled. It seemed like 'Bronze' was going to stick. Well, he won't call me that if we ever meet. I haven't the skin tone for a nickname like that. And those tanning decks do nothing but dry out your..."
An explosion rocked her viper, and she dropped down to shake the raider trying to line her up. She got off a few shots, and cut a tight turn to her left. She tended to go that way being left-handed, but as long as the cylons didn't know that...
She picked up some chatter from nearby vipers. It was Brik: "So Ike, since I've saved you from Cylon Hell you can pay me back by helping me come up with a good name for my ship."
She could hear Ike's reply: "You're on...as long as there's fumerellos and some milk & cookies involved!"
"Are you two seriously going to name your vipers?" Ally chimed in. "Got to be a guy thing. Anything close to a joystick, you've got to name it..."
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Post by BRIK on Mar 18, 2006 2:25:53 GMT -6
Dodging up and cutting sharply down gave Brik the edge he needed against this particular computerized opponent adding more detritus to the ether.
"Of course...Ike has already named his, she's called 'Vera'!"
Checking his scanner showed that Alpha was handling itself very nicely, just as he expected, and had a very positive feeling about the welfare of his Warrior Family for the next little while.
"And it's good luck...we give our ships women's names because it means we trust them to bring us home. Even Galactica and Callisto are female...ever notice that ships and weapons are almost always called 'she'? We're just keeping up with noble tradition."
With that last statement, he could almost hear Ike smiling with pride and it made him smile as well. Hmmn...he'd never made such an interesting new aquaintance in battle before.
He found it funny that he should name someone Bronze when he was a person with a darkened color. Life is truly funny!
Switching to a private channel to talk to the strike commander... "Brik to Skyler, what is our status as you see it?"
Before he could receive a reply he noticed that a trio of Raiders were headed in his direction. Guess they were coming to "talk" to him about their missing companions.
Using a trick that he learned from some of the older pilots, he turned to face them and activated his turbos...going right into their midst and forcing them to break formation. Cylons weren't THAT stupid, after all...but stupid enough for the Lt to drop speed in order to make a tight turn and catch one of them in his cross-hairs. They could now see personally as to the condition of their missing brethren!
Then Brik learned first hand why they say not to count your money while sitting at Pyramid...as a Raider scorched one engine of his vessel. Apparently HE was the stupid one this time! "I'm hit, Alpha, may need assistance!" Well, at least he only had two of them to worry about at the moment. Small favors...
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Post by Col. Charybdis on Mar 20, 2006 10:45:06 GMT -6
"By your command," droned the gold colored centurion.
"What is it now, Centurion," lamented Cyclid from high atop his pedestal in the command chamber.
"The scanners are showing that the two battlestars will reach us before our fighters can return to defend us."
"Yes. I know." Yahrens of field service were just thrown into the tank. Cyclid knew even if he survived, that the Cylon leadership would never see him in the same light again. He had failed and he would never live it down...if he survived...
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Post by Amy81 on Mar 20, 2006 12:40:00 GMT -6
Ally shook her head at all the talk of naming ships. She understood though, for their were many traditions and superstitions that pilots and warriors followed. She had a few of her own as well, glancing for a moment at her doctored picture of Skyler taped to her console.
The battle had pulled Lt. Ally away from Brik, and she'd been chasing down a raider when she heard a voice in her com that she'd now recognize anywhere:
"I'm hit, Alpha, may need assistance!"
Brik! Ally's heart began to pound, her head whipping back and forth as she tried to see where he was. No! Not Brik!
She picked up his signal on the scanner, and could see the pair of raiders circling his viper, going in for the kill.
Ally broke off her pursuit of the raider she'd been following, veering left in a tight turn and moving in on Brik's position. She was coming in from high above him.
"Hang on Brik" she radioed, "Bronze on the way!" As she spoke she fired her weapons, one of the raiders just locking on to Brik. Only it didn't have a chance to fire, instead breaking apart as Ally's shots struck home.
Ally breathed a sigh of relief, attempting to lock onto the other raider. But it banked away suddenly, trying to break free. Relieved, Ally let him go as she got closer, trying to see the damage to Brik's viper. It was there, pretty plain to see. His high engine was dark, spewing some liquids and gasses. He seemed to have a lot left however, as the remaining engines burned brightly.
"We even again?" Ally asked in relief. "Brik? You okay in there?" As she asked her viper shook from a nearby explosion. It was the raider she'd let go: having looped around it was looking for payback...
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