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Post by Skyler on Feb 26, 2010 10:13:09 GMT -6
Zac stood at the back of the Bridge, staring at his older brother in his command blues. It was only a few centars ago that they had launched on the patrol, and now he was looking at a man, aged 30 yarhen, but Apollo none the less. Apollo turned and smiled at him and came down off the command deck. Even at flank speed he had a few centons before Galactica was in position to protect… well…Galactica.
“Zac, it has been too long…” Apollo pulled him close and hugged him. “You are just like I remember…”
“So, I really died on that patrol…?”
“Just short of the Fleet, you were so close. Things are not going like we expected them to. I don’t know what is happening, but history is changing. We have seven Base Ships in the system. We are moving into a position to protect Galactica so Father can with drawl.”
“Retreat, are you crazy? We have six Battlestars with this Galactica here we can do this. Those tin cans don’t stand a chance”
“We have seven Battlestars counting the Callisto. She is defending the Colonies with her Squadrons. We haven’t received any reports from them. I fear the Cylons are jamming our communications, we even lost the news feeds.”
“Why run, why not just fight?”
“Zac, I can’t explain it, I am not sure I even understand it. The Galactica from this time took a hit and the damage showed on this Galactica. What happens to it happens to this one. That means that if it is damaged too much to escape, the Colonies will not get evacuated if we fail to stop the Cylons here, there will be no Exodus of our people looking for Earth and the Human Race will cease to exist.”
“You are giving me a headache big brother…. I will get back to my Viper and get back to my Galactica, but before I go… You are from the future, It has been what 30 plus yarhens… At least you could of have changed your hair style. Except for the grey and a couple of extra wrinkles you look the same….”
Apollo smiled and hugged his brother one last time. He knew that he would see him again in a few centons when he returned to his past self.
“Your Viper is cleared for launch. We will be in position soon, hurry”
Zac just nodded, smiled and turned and headed for his ship…
The Viper Tech’s had repaired the mechanical damage to Zac’s Viper and were refueling it when the order came down from the Bridge for Zac to prepare to launch and return to his Galactica.
Zac entered the landing bay at a run
“Kid, it works, it ain’t pretty, but she will fly. If we had more time we would swap out the damaged panels, touch up the paint… We did upgrade your laser pump and thrust generator. You will have the fastest bird on the Galactica when you return.”
Zac took the steps to his Viper two at a time…
“That’s ok Acer, when I get back there, you can finish the job.” Zac smiled as he took his Helm for the older man and started his pre-flight check.
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Post by Reaper on May 11, 2010 16:38:54 GMT -6
Things at Cimtar had gone from bad to worse. Another wave of Cylopns had just entered the battle. Vipers, now launched in significant numbers were being picked off easily. Cylon loses were being repalced by new arrivals. And the Battlestars themselves were not holding up well. Since the Galactica of the time had departed, Commander Apollo noted that his Galactica was holding up better, but the other Battlestars were not. Pasifica had just about had it. There were fires alover the superstructure. Columbia had lost it's Beta Bay entirely. And the Atlantia was now the main target of every Cylon within range.
The more advanced Communicatiosn gear on Apollo's Galatcia picked up a Transmission from a Wing of Raiders. "Atlantia Death Squadron Attack" Scans of the Raiders showed them to be packed with Solonite.
Apollo Swore to himself. he had a choice to make. And neigther of his choices were very encouraging.
"Starbuck, Issue the recall order. Get as many Vipers as possible aboard. We've lost here. Best we can hope for is Helping the Callisto now."
with that, the Columbia Blew apart in spectacular fashion.
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Things at the COlonies were not much better. Caprica City had been flattened. Moreso then the survivors remembered. there was no way People like Serina and Boxy survived the battle this time.
The Cylons just kept coming. Everytime it seemed the Colonials could get the upper hand, another wave of Raiders, or a new Basestar showed up. It was unreal.
Ensign Edan had already landed and refueled and reloaded. Still with Ensign Guinevere as his wing, he was trying to fight off an attack on the Callisto. He couldn't guess where any of his squadron mates were right now, but he wished he could call on them for help. Both Guinevere and him were running out of ideas. And luck.
"I'm Hit!" came Guinevere over the comm Channel. Edan looked back and saw her Top engine explode. Hitting his reverese turbos, Edan slowed down and let both Guinevere and the Cylon shoot past him. Before engaging his forward turbos, he fired at the passing Raider, scoring a hit. this is what saved Guinevere. Since immediately after the Raider exploded, both remaining engines flamed out. Guinevere was now floating in the middle of a battlezone.
Not sure she even had communications left, Edan sent her a quick message, "hold on, this is going to be a bit wreckless." And Edan shot towards her, reducing his speed as far down as he dared. Guinevere was already attracting more attention from the Raiders around her. Just as he passed her crippled Viper, Edan fired his Tow Cable. The Same System Apollo and Starbuck used to tow in that Terran Shuttle all thos years ago. It had never been ment to be used in combat, and definately not at these speeds. But it was all Edan had. The cable attacked, barely a few feet from the front of the Viper, and jerked Guinevere forward. In the cockpit of his Viper, Edan was pushed forward as his Viper slowed even more. But he quickly hit his turbos and tried to shoot forward yet again.
Towing the Viper, Edan would not be able to fight the Cylons very effectively, and there was no help in site. all he could do is hope he had the time to loop back to the Callisto's Landing bays and bring in guinevere before a Cylon reduced them to free floating atoms.
Edan lined up on a short run into the Alpha bay when Commander Sheba came over the Comm. "All remaining Vipers, recover on the Callisto, we can't save the Collonies, byut maybe we can save ourselves. this is a direct order, land now."
Edan landed, and shortening the tow cable, pulled Guinevere along with him. As he braked, the Crippled Viper slammed into the back of his Viper. sending both into a Wall, but definately out of the way for any vipers landing.
Deck crews put out any fires that had started and pried open Guinevere's Canopy. Edan moved quickly back to them, and helped pull her from the Viper.
"Ensign, we can't spare anyone else form the bay to take her to Med Bay. We're stretched too thin between damage control and Recovery of more Vipers."
Edan was alreayd moving, "just get out of my way, and the lifts still working? I'll take her myself."
"Yes sir, they all should be working. Good luck Sir."
"To us all Crewman, to us all." was the last thing Edan said before rushing to the lifts.
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Post by Reaper on May 25, 2010 13:49:31 GMT -6
Edan had gotten Guinevereto the Me bay. but things were looking bad there. Not that it was a surprise, The Callisto had been in a major battle. And survived. But took alot of damage in the withdrawal.
IT was some time later, and Commander Sheba had announced that they were expecting to join up again with the Galactica, Their Galactica, and the two battlestars would come up with their next move together.Edan, exhausted, but not ready to give up on the day, found his way to the Hanger deck. He joined in several othe warriors with the repairs. It didn't look that great. Alot of Vipers came in in desperate need of repairs, and some might never fly again. The good news is, that since the order to retreat was broadcast over all channels, Alot of Caprican Defense Vipers had come abard once the Planet was bombarded.
Later, as the two wounded Battlestars moved into formation, The commanders met together and agreed that the only course of action was to return to the time rift, and go back to where they had come from. The mission was a failure. The Colonial Survivors, once again, could do nothing for the Colonies, and had to look towards the rag tag fleet to make sure Mankind did not get destroyed.
The two great ships were moving twards the Secret base, ready to evacuate everyone they had left behind. It was the only choice. Seetign timed charges would close the rift behind them. It was agreed that 2 vipers would stay behind, set the charges, and fly at full turbo for the rift, after the battlestars passed through. The speed of the Vipers would hopefully make it throught the rift before it closed, trapping the Warriors in the past. This would definately be a volunteer mission.
The crews of both ships were running around. Desperate to be ready for this mission and not being suere what they would find in the "present". But that's when the biggest surprise of all come to them. As the base came into scanning range, what they saw broke the spirt of every man and woman on the bridge. A basestar was settled in over the base, Blasting away at the foundations. The Cylons were taing the base.
No, Not taking the base. Deep Scan showed a more horrible situation. The Cylons HELD the base, and were eliminating the retreating colonials.
Both Battlestars had no choice but to charge in and try to retrieve the Base and the time controls. As the ships moved to flank speed, and readied to lauinch the servicable Vipers, Both ships came under attack from behind. 2 more Basestars were firing their Mega Pulsars on the Battlestars. And scoring deadly hits.
Suddenly, and without warning every man woman and child Left abaord the battlestars saw nothign but a white blinding light, a light which, incredibly, continued to grow in intensity!
Everything flashed out, drwned out with nothing but pure white light.
Edan, found himself no longer sitting in a viper, waiting to launch. he was standing. he was still being blinded by the pure white around him. He looked dow, and around. Some of the glare faded from aroudn him and he saw his uniform in a gleaming white color.
Was he dead? what was going on?
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Post by Skyler on Jun 4, 2010 8:49:08 GMT -6
Skyler had pulled himself into a cockpit of a serviceable Viper and preparing to launch, the pain in his right arm and side almost made him nauseous it was so intense. That last Raider had almost called his number. It was so closed when it exploded that a huge piece of it slammed into his Viper crushing the cockpit inward. How he even managed to land it was a miracle, the entire fuselage being bowed in the middle, the starboard laser hanging by a few wires from the turbo laser pumps. With the bow in the Viper, the front landing strut hit at a 45 degree angle and crumpled while landing and the entire Viper slid to a stop just short of the net. After the Flight Crew forced the canopy open, Skyler managed to put on his game face enough to get another Viper and not a gurney as so many that were landing were getting. He coughed, he felt ribs moving against each other, three, maybe four broke it felt like. He coughed again and he tasted a metal like flavor, he brought his hand up and wiped the spittle from his lip smearing blood on the back of his hand. Looks like this might be your last dance ole boy, if you survived the force of launching that is. He went through the pre-flight check list and called Flight Control, Gold Leader ready to launch, awaiting clearance. He coughed again several times in rapid succession and the pain of the broke ribs, the internal injuries caused him to double over some, tightening every muscle in his body that still worked and clenching his eyes shut so tight that all he saw was a bright light. As the pain eased he opened his eyes, a crack at first and he was surrounded by white. He was no longer in a Viper, but was in a large room, he was lying on a table of some kind, he looked down and his uniform had changed to white again. His first thoughts were “Not again…?” which quickly was replaced by…. “Frack, I finally died!!”
“Not yet Sklyer, the future has not been written, there is still time…” a voice spoke, Skyler turned to look in the direction of the speaker…
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Post by Amy81 on Jun 4, 2010 10:52:52 GMT -6
On the base, Dolet could see nothing through the think smoke that seemed to hang everywhere. His ears were ringing and as he groped around his eyes burned and it was all he could do to keep them open.
What had happened? Since he had discovered the rift, nothing good at all had happened. He'd been held as a possible spy, and two pilots from Bronze squadron had been shot down when they'd followed him through. Of the two, Bulk-Up was dead, and the other, Janey, had been imprisoned with Dolet up until Commander Apollo had arrived with the Galactica and Callisto.
The battlestars had then sailed off to change history, and then...
And then the Cylons came in droves, and began literally carving the base and the planet itself into pieces. Janey ran off to find an interceptor, and Dolet hadn't seen her since. He'd tried to man a base defense gun, but was overwhelmed by the sheer number of raiders that came in, wave after wave after wave.
Dolet was gasping for breath now, unable to see through the thick smoke. Unknown to him, the door to outside was only a few feet away. Suffocating, he dropped to his knees, coughing, his insides on fire....
Then suddenly everything grew quiet and the air seemed to clear. The smoke was replaced by a soothing white light, and instantly the burning sensation was lifted from him. He blinked, looking down at a uniform that was as white as his surroundings. He brushed at a sleeve, thinking it was soot and ash perhaps, but it was as if there was no colonial brown to find underneath.
A hand on his shoulder made him jump to his feet and twist around, ready to strike out, but the vision before him made him freeze in awe. Bathed in the light, dressed head to toe in white like himself, was Janey....
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Post by Logan on Jun 5, 2010 6:42:26 GMT -6
"Nero! Stand down! That's an order!" Logan's voice was raspy as her cockpit filled with smoke. She hit the life support recycle switch to buy time. Time. Something that was fast running out.
Chatter on the comms was frantic. The retreat to the base had been called. Vipers and Raiders exploded around her and she did a full systems check as she tried to locate her squad, or what was left of them. The only thing that had saved any of them was their newer Vipers. The Cylons hadn't seen anything like them. She had lost contact with Reaper and Plwel and could only hope they were already on the base or close to it.
Whoever did the intel for this was fracked. All these Baseships. It wasn't right. This isn't how it happened. She had even started wondering if coming back to the past had been the impetus that changed that detail. But she couldn't afford to think about that right now.
"Nero! Respond!" The comm crackled and she heard the Captain's voice, "Captain Logan, I'm on your six. Slight damage, but I'll make it."
She exhaled and immediately coughed. Vapors were leaking from the manifold into the cockpit. Her emergency air was shot. "Good. Stop trying to be a hero and let's get the frack out of here. I have the base on sensors...wait."
"Wait? Are you crazy, woman?"
The base was coming up fast and she and Nero were both enveloped in a white light, stars danced before her eyes and she couldn't tell if she was blacking out from the smoke or actually seeing something. She opened her mouth to respond to Nero, but it was eerily quiet. No comm chatter. The pressure of her helmet on her head, the sweat and smoke obscuring her vision were gone.
There was nothing but white.
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Post by bouriplwel on Jun 7, 2010 12:16:07 GMT -6
"Plwel, match me. Let's give Brik some room to breathe."
Hearing Capt Logan's order, Lt Plwel and Lt Elorian formed up as directed and initiated a wave of suppression fire blowing raiders our of the skies left and right allowing Brik room to maneuver. "It is impossible to miss them!" Elorian said over the communications channel..He continued saying "You don't even have to lock on them with your aiming computer there are so many on the air. "Enough of the chatter and keep your mind on the battle Elorian" Plwel responded....focused on the mission and concerned for Logan's safety. He knew she was a skilled pilot and a great warrior, but if anything ever happened to her, he didn't know what he would do.
At that moment emergency alarms went wild in the cockpits of Logan, Nero, Plwel and Elorian and to new Cylon Battalion waves came in from both flanks...."Where the FRAK did they come from!!!" Capt Nero yelled out. At that moment the four Vipers broke formation and it was every warrior for themselves. As Plwel looked around there was no time anymore for organized formations and specialized flying tactics.....now it was all about finding a wingman and doing your best to stay alive. Plwel and Elorian paired up again and flew through the battle blasting as many Raiders as possible to protect the Colonial fleet. He saw suicide Raiders flying into any Battlestar they could get near. Plwel did his best to stay near the large crafts to protect them from destruction.
Throughout the battle Bouri and his wingman landed to refuel and rearm on any ship they could land. After their consecutive launch, and a flight time that seemed to be lasting for yahrens, it happened.....Plwel caught glimpse of two groups of diamond formation Cylon Raiders heading directly for the bridge of the Callisto. After notifying Elorian, Plwel completed his words saying "Let's kick in the turbos kid and get over there before they ram the bridge and take the entire ship down." As they sped to catch the Cylons and lined up with a finger on the laser firing button to blow them out of the stars, Plwel's impact alarm went off..."What the...." Plwel didn't have time to finish his sentence as Capt. Nero's viper came up between Plwel's and Elorian’s Vipers....within inches of impacts forcing the two warriors to flank to each side to avoid collision. "I'll take care of these for you Lt Plwel....just to make sure it is done right.......just like I will take your woman when we get back after this is all over.." Nero started to laugh as he finished his remarks firing at will towards the Cylons. Plwel could not concentrate on what he had heard for he was watching Elorian as he pulled away from Nero right in the line of sight of 3 Cylon raiders who immediately opened fire on Elorian. In an instant, Plwel witnessed Elorian's Viper disappear in a giant ball of fire as Plwel screamed out….."ELORIAN!!!!!!!" Plwel immediately destroyed the Cylons that had killed Elorian and hearing Nero's laughter on the net, with hatred so deep; Plwel turned his fighter to pursue Nero. He didn't care who saw him....nothing matter in that instant...all that mattered was Plwel was focused on Nero firing at the Cylon formation heading towards the Callisto. To make sure The Cylons DID NOT rob him of his revenge to avenge his wingman, Plwel fired quickly from behind Nero...barely missing his viper and destroying two of the four Cylons heading towards the bridge....the other two Raiders separated to reform with another group and thus the Callisto bridge was spared for the moment. "Now I have taken your thunder Captain...as I will now take your life..." Plwel said in a low calm voice to the Green Squadron Captain. The only response he heard back was "Catch me if you can Lieutenant." For several centons Plwel chased Nero throughout the battle and debris. Suddenly the sky filled with a bright light for and instant that made sight impossible. Once Lt Plwel regained his composure, he had lost track of the piece of daggit filth he was chasing. He looked around to see if he could pick up Capt Nero’s Viper again, but no luck.
Within microns of the fist flash Plwel encountered, a second white flash filled the sky. As visions of the battle disappeared from Bouri’s sight, he immediately got on the comm. channel saying “Gold Three to Gold Leader…please respond. Gold Three to God Two…Captain Nero…are you there? GOLD THREE TO ANYONE!!” There was no response from any warrior on the net. As the white light continued to get brighter and brighter, Plwel began to hear a high pitched sound in his helmet…a sound so loud and high pitched, he could not stand it. It felt as if his ear drums were going to burst. As Plwel began to loose consciousness, he thought to himself “Goodbye Anya…..know that I died defending humanity in battle, and always remember in your heart that I love you!!!” Plwel blacked out engulfed by the light............
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Post by Reaper on Jun 9, 2010 16:34:46 GMT -6
“Not yet Sklyer, the future has not been written, there is still time…” a voice spoke, Skyler turned to look in the direction of the speaker…
Edan looked over and Saw the Major standing there. And as the white seemed to pull back, he saw more and more people. As the glare redced as well, he could start making out faces in the crowd. they were his fellow crew from the Callisto.
TO his amazement, the glare reduced even more and he saw Commander Apollo Standing with Colonel Starbuck to his side. There was a look of recognition on their faces. this was obviously something they had experienced before.
But before Edan could vocalize the hundreds of questions he had, a chorus ofvoices, sang out.
"Greatings Colonials. It is not usually our way to interfer with your lives and free choice, but once again, that choice has been taken away from you by one who should know better."
"Iblis" came the answer, not spoken in the angelic song of the beings in white, but by Commanders Apollo and Sheba together. And it most definately wasn't a question.
"Correct." The angelic answer came. "Count Iblis has once again gnoe too far interferring with your development and we were forced to take action. Appearing as one of your survivor,s he had led you down a path that brought you back in time. He gave you hope you could avoid the destruction of your past. YOu chose this Freely. But he would not settle for this. He comminicated directly with the cylons of your present and your past and arranged for the overwelming force you faced. A force never ment to exist."
the pitch changes slightly, as if a new voice spoke out, echoed by the other beings in the.. all Edan could call it was a room. a Grand room of pure white. "If not for his interference you would be allowed to continue on this path. But he forced us to take action."
A third voice joined in, "We will be returning both Battlestars to your correct time. We will place you exactly where you passed into the past. We are also going to return those warriors lost to you as a DIRECT result of Iblis' actions. This will not be a return of all lost Warriors, but some." to match actions to words, another section of the room was now visible, and Warriors Edan had flown with, but saw killed stepped into the larger room. Confussion was a common expression.
"Due to your actions, Changes to your present have been made. We can not change that, nor can you. And unfortunately for you, Those here will have both the memories of the Original past, and the past effected by these changes. It will be up to you all, individually, and together, to come to terms with these changes."
One being, somehow familiar to some, but welcoming to all, stepped forward. "There will be something you need to remember, when the time is right. We can not tell you outright why you need to know it, but because of Iblis, you need to know this."
Again, the room seemed to fill with light, blinding Edan once again. The nocie returned as well. Unbearable noice.
His hands, pressed to his ears, and his eyes shuit tight, Edan started moaning a bit.
To be continued With the Fleet
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Post by bouriplwel on Jun 25, 2010 2:43:21 GMT -6
Regaining his conciousness and composure once again....Bouri woke up finding himself lying on a alter looking table and all he could see was a bright white light around him. As he sat up and turned to the side of the tablem he noticed he was dress in his uniform still, but it had completely turned white as well. Lt Plwel tried to adjust his eyesight and focus in on what he thought to be a humanoid figure all in white motioning to him to come forward and follow. Plwel spoke out saying "Am I dead??? Am I in Heaven??" The figure did not respond but led Plwel into another chamber where the Leiutenant thought he saw other Colonial Warriors in white uniforms as well. He wanted to shout out to gree them but could not seem to mamage to use his voice as he heard one of angelic white figures speaking to them....
"Greatings Colonials. It is not usually our way to interfer with your lives and free choice, but once again, that choice has been taken away from you by one who should know better."
As he just stood there in the background listening to all the beings of light had to say to them, Plwel could swear he witnessed his friend and fellow warriors disappearing right before his very eyes as he again began to feel lightheaded and sleepy. His eyes began to go black again and he finally heard a faint voice address him as well saying.."And it is time for you to return as well Lt. Plwel. Find your heart's love and be her shoulder and comfort....she will need you now more than ever to be there for her." As the last words were spoken, Plwel's eyes popped open and he found himself lying on his bunk in Gold Squadron's barracks..listening to the alert klaxon going off. "What the..." Plwel began to say when he was interupted by a voice before he could finish his sentence........
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