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Post by LucianG on Apr 26, 2005 10:57:36 GMT -6
Lucian
In Launch Bay Alpha, Mission Specialist Fenmarnas checked the last box on the list. So far, she had not seen the crew assignments for either the shuttle, the Viper dispersion team, or the Viper escort. Fenmarnas shook her head. She could have just missed the Lt. Colonel's assignments she thought, but a quick archive search showed nothing.
She fired off a memo to Lieutenant Colonel Charybdis, informing him that the shuttle was prepped and ready for launch as soon as its crew arrived. The dispersion tank was being filled on the last Viper. Launch could occur as soon as the crew assembled.
A separate memo informed Charybdis that Shuttle Number One, now repaired, was ready to transport the recyclable material from the new opening to Forge Ship Alpha. The MasterWelders were packed and ready to return to their ship as well.
Now, if she just had four crews, she could pat those Warriors on the helmets, and send them packing.
* * *
In Vessel Engineering, Lieutenant Lucian tried to contact ForgeMaster Kharkarian for the third time in the last centar. He hated to be a pest, but he was seriously concerned about the results of his tests on the broken landing strut. Failing again, he put in a call to Assistant ForgeMaster Bodaca, who had been sound asleep before receiving the call. Lucian quickly explained his disturbing findings to the unhappy but now alert man, who said he would locate Kharkarian immediately.
* * *
MEMO
To: Commander Sheba, Lt. Col. Charybdis, Lt. Titon
From: Lt. LucianG
RE: Viper QC Issue
The broken landing strut from Lt. TracyB144's Viper has been analyzed to determine why it snapped during the accident. It should be noted that Lt. Tracy's Viper was one of three new Vipers recently received from the Forge Ships.
Structural analysis showed that under the estimated loading at the time of the fracture, the landing gear should have bent severely, but had ample ductility to bend without breaking. Property tests conducted aboard the Callisto, while not as accurate as those done in the testing labs of the forge ships, still show that the modulus of elasticity, and the corresponding ductility, was much lower than required by the typical testing program. In fact, it was only 25 percent of the required value. This is so far below specification that it would appear that this lack of quality had to have been ignored by those doing the QC checks on the Forge Ship.
ForgeMaster Kharkarian has been sought for assistance, but so far, he has not been located. Any information he provides will be forwarded to you as soon as it is available.
The other Vipers from the same production group should be checked for problems prior to flying again. In addition, all Vipers should be checked for any similar problems as soon as possible.
Lt. LucianG
* * *
In the Gold Squadron Barracks Annex, the ship's Electrician was just finishing the wiring of the new door to the space from the corridor. The last superconductor cable went into place, and the door slid open as required.
When the Callisto had been designed, the ship was originally to have four slightly smaller squadrons, with two on duty each shift. The Annex would have served as the barracks for one of the other squadrons, after the necessary facilities were installed. The workers were now putting the final touches on the paint. The annex would be ready for set up next cycle, as soon as the barracks and lockers, which were now standing in the corner of the room, were set in their places.
* * *
The shuttle was dark and gloomy. The survivors sat huddled in a group in the smoke-filled room. All were careful not to touch each other or anything, as a precaution to keep their envirosuits from disintegrating. Hope of rescue was starting to disappear from the group, seemingly almost as fast as the light disappeared after the lightning strikes against the planet.
* * *
Conan
“Ensign Conan, waiting for orders.” * * * Skyler
Lt Skyler was looking for Captain Brie to beg to go on mission.
”Sleep, we don't need no stinking sleep. We are Warriors,” thought Skyler. * * * Cain The shuttle's power batteries were slightly damaged during the landing. The reactor core is leaking now. Cain said, "Shut down all non-essential equipment. Save all the power we can to run the recycling gear for our air." "Check on that crewman...oh no!" Without warning another of the mining team had expired. Cain thought, “Keep them on board, they deserve a full Colonial burial. Not going to let this damned planet have them!” Cain said, "Do we have enough power to fire off another round?" Lt. Mossy said, "No we don't. Maybe a few short bursts at best. Not near what we need to re-ignite the ore, I'm afraid."
"Understood. Everyone try to sleep. It will save resources.” Cain's personal entry: "With my last breath I will curse this planet. It may take us all, but it can never take who we are." With aggravation, Cain yelled upward, "We're not dead yet...where are you?"
Lt. Mossy had never seen Cain so angry or afraid. She made a joke, "Well, you didn't leave your vintage Ambrosa out where anyone could find it...did you?"
Cain looked at Mossy, and finally smiled and laughed. The two wanted to embrace, but didn't dare. And we wait....
* * *
Charybdis
In the briefing, Lieutenant Colonel Charybdis said, “With the recent mishap on the planet surface...and the diminished manpower of Gold Squadron, Commander Sheba has decided that the rescue mission is going to be a dual-role mission combining elements of both Gold AND Black squadrons!”
“Captain Brie: Assign FOUR Gold Squadron warriors who will fly the vipers in the spreading operation. They have to be extremely good pilots!!!!
“Captain Joey: You are to assign TWO viper escorts to assist in the spreading operation and to maintain visual and commlink communications with the bridge of the Callisto and TWO pilots to take in the shuttle for the landing operation. I don't need to tell you that the two Warriors on the shuttle will be in EXTREME DANGER!!! Make sure they are your best people.
“Let's get to it!!!!”
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Post by LucianG on Apr 26, 2005 10:58:27 GMT -6
Lucian
As the story spread that the Captains were starting to fill out their rosters for the missions, Warrior volunteers started coming out of the proverbial "woodwork." Some were even surprises, as everyone jockeyed for a slot on the mission that would mean life or death for the stranded Warriors on Shonada Delta.
* * *
Lieutenant Lucian was not at all happy. During his ten centon stay in Sick Bay for the checkup, concluded only moments before, Nurse Holodoc had said he was fit for most duty, but she had kept him grounded since his bruised shoulder was still just a tiny bit sore, and she wanted to be safe rather than sorry! Lucian's explosive, "No, you can't do that!" was met by an almost equally forceful, "Oh yes, I can!" from Holodoc.
While Lucian didn't have that many actual centars flying Vipers (versus uncountable centars "flying" the simulation before joining the fleet), his actual shuttle piloting experience stretched back for over 25 yahrens. He groused, he probably had more hours flying them than most of the regular, non-Warrior, shuttle pilots did. Heck, he'd been flying a shuttle for longer than many of the new Warrior recruits had been alive, and he knew almost every aspect of their maintenance and repair from all those years on the Odyssey Nine. The O-9's shuttle had been the previous generation model of the current shuttle, so he'd checked out easily in it on joining the Callisto. Besides, he was more familiar with what needed to be done with the transfer operation than most, and he'd been on a number of very hostile planets during those years of exploration. It didn't make sense for him not to go, IF one could forget about a little tenderness in the shoulder.
Reaching a decision, he almost flew down the corridor to find Captain Joey. Maybe he could get her to pull some strings and get him declared fit for the mission.
* * *
Brie
Captain Brie was once again agonizing over her decision. She needed to pick four warriors. They would be flying with two from Black Squadron. That meant they weren't all used to working together. Brie wasn't sure of that at all, but, she had her orders, and she needed to follow them.
Most of Gold Squadron had heard about the mission, and most of them had also volunteered. That made things easier in one way and harder in another. "Lieutenant Skyler needs to go. He's been there. Lieutenant SiressEden as well. Although he's only been with us for a while, I've been impressed with Ensign Conan. That's three. One more..." Brie thought about Lt. Amy. She knew that Amy would want to go. She finally posted the orders:
"The following warriors are to prepare and report for the upcoming mission with Black Squadron. Lt. SiressEden, who will be in command of the mission. Also assigned are Lt. Skyler, Lt. Amy and Ensign Conan.
Captain Brie"
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Amy
Lieutenant Amy grabbed her gear and made her way toward the briefing for the upcoming rescue mission. She walked with confidence, filled with a sense of purpose. This was to be a key point in her young career. No previous assignment carried the importance of this one—and never had she felt so confident of her abilities.
The smaller duties, like the temporary barracks assignment she had handled, bugged her to distraction, she knew too well. Try as she might, she always did a good job of making herself look bad in dealing with them. On the surface, her performance should have precluded her from involvement in the rescue operation, but Lieutenant Amy was there anyway. Let'em talk, she thought. She knew that when the big ones came along she could take her performance to the highest level, and she aimed to prove that now to everyone.
It would be good to get into her Viper again. The last few times had been only to dust the dice and clean the windows. And then there was Najinn, out there somewhere. She needed to be out there, helping in anyway she could. And the one who could have stood in her way understood that, and let her go.
And Captain Brie—she could have stopped it too, but put her reservations and her good friendship aside and made the decision. Now it was up to Lieutenant Amy to make good on it. At the briefing, she vowed to take Brie aside and thank her, and tell her that she wouldn't be sorry.
* * *
Skyler
Lieutenant Skyler learns he is going on the mission. He had been waiting for this since his return from the last mission. Something about leaving his fellow Warriors and friends on that rock didn't set to well with him.
He grabbed his gear and headed for the briefing room. Lieutenant Amy was just ahead of him in the hall. He was glad to see she was going as well.
* * *
SiressEden
Lieutenant Siress Eden reporting for the rescue mission. Even though she has been ill of late and overwhelmed with other duties, as soon as she realized that fellow warriors were in need, she rushed to assume her duties. She looks forward to working with the fine warriors from Black Squadron. Captain Brie can be assured that Lieutenant Eden will execute her duties to her full abilities and will not quit till the mission is a success.
* * * Conan
Ensign Conan said, “Reporting for the mission.”
* * *
Amy
I was born a little more than 3 yahrens after the Cylons destroyed the twelve colonies. I have only known spaceships as my home, with only stories and pictures to show me what should have been my true home, now lying in ruins somewhere across the stars. Though I didn’t experience the joys of the colonies, or the terror of the night they were lost to our people, I still feel the sense of loss that still hangs over the fleet these many yahrens later.
I was born on an agro ship, the fleet’s finest. My father was, and still is a farmer there. My mom works in the technical support stations on the same ship. I grew up helping in the fields, tending to the crops with my dad, or following my mom around the rows of instrumentation that kept the ship operations going smoothly. I was schooled by my parents, so for the longest time the agro ship was the only home I knew. My parents groomed me to continue on in this important work, supplying food for the fleet. Food was crated up and shipped out on shuttles that I watched disappear into the stars, as they carried our crops to people I was told lived on other ships.
Sometimes I could see some of these other ships, through the clear dome of the biosphere I grew up tending. They would appear as if from nowhere, suddenly in view for a few moments before fading again. My dad called it spacing. I thought the word was funny, since we were all in space. He meant that the other ships needed to stay a certain distance from each other. Then he would scold me for looking up so much when the work at hand was at our feet.
When I was about 13 yahrens old, I met a warrior who had been injured in battle. He walked with a bad limp, and was assigned to our agro ship as a security officer. A lot of the time he just sat at his station, and when I was in the way of my mom or dad, I would end up sitting with him, listening to his wondrous stories of adventure and battle amongst the stars. He had seen duty on many ships, but his favorite stories were about a ship that he called the ‘Aggi.’ I thought this was funny too. What an odd name for a ship. He said it was short for ‘Agamemnon.’ I stuck with ‘Aggi’ because it was easier to pronounce. He talked often about a warrior named Najinn, a warrior now stationed on the Battlestar Callisto.
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Post by LucianG on Apr 26, 2005 10:59:12 GMT -6
Through his stories I felt the first stirrings of another calling for my life. I slowly became dissatisfied with life as a farmer. Never seeing the outside of an agro ship became an idea I slowly grew uncomfortable with. I continued to help my parents, but inside I was changing in ways they never foresaw. I began spending more time getting to know the flight crew, and through them I got to experience the thrill of being on the bridge, and even sitting in the captain’s chair. Any chance I could, I would be somewhere where I could learn something about flying. I was hooked on something that I couldn’t get out of my blood. By the time I reached 16 yahrens old, I had made my decision to join the military and be a Colonial Warrior.
Selling this to my parents was not easy. I showed them the things I had learned, and the promotional recruitment video made countless yahrens ago by an officer named Omega. None of these things made a difference to them, and I left the agro ship without their blessing. The biggest moment of my life—leaving the agro ship for the first time—my destination the Battlestar Callisto, I made alone and in tears. My parents hadn’t even come to see me off. It wasn’t until 2 yahrens later that I learned that they had been there, not knowing exactly how to handle what was happening. A simple ‘may the lords go with you’ would have been fine.
Just 19 yahrens old, I now defend the fleet, fighting along side other brave warriors, including Najinn, the warrior from the stories of my childhood. I’m Lt. Amy now, quite young for such a rank but trying my best to be what everyone expects me to be. My parents are proud of what I have achieved, but I think they still would rather me stay safe aboard the agro ship. But as I told them the last time I visited them, “There isn’t a safe place anywhere in the fleet.” But there are people aboard the Callisto that make me feel like it's where I belong, and I'll defend it to the end.
* * *
Charybdis Lieutenant Colonel Charybdis said to Captain Brie: “Having noticed your duty roster for the upcoming mission, I agree with your assessment of those whom you have picked, all except for one...
“I cannot help but notice that Lieutenant Amy has been acting rather...erratically lately. I seriously have to wonder if she is capable mentally and emotionally to handle a mission of this type and significance right now given all her other important duties onboard the Callisto.
“I must urge you to SERIOUSLY reconsider your assignment of Lieutenant Amy on this particular mission.”
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Brie
Brie said, “I can understand your concerns about Lieutenant Amy. Yes, she is young, and yes it was difficult for her to handle her last assignment. I put the blame for that on myself, I gave her too much responsibility too soon. But I have gotten to know Lieutenant Amy quite well, and she's stronger than she seems.
“If you want me to take her off the mission I will, but I am sure that she can handle it. With so many members of Gold Squadron missing or injured at the moment I really believe that she's the best person for the job. I'm not sure who else I COULD send. If it's not Lieutenant Amy, then maybe we should instead have three pilots from each squadron.
“I do stand by my decision, but I will await any further orders from either you or the Commander.”
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Charybdis
Charybdis thought for a moment then said, “The scientists have confirmed that we need SIX fully-loaded Vipers in order to clear the area for the shuttle to go in and land and effect the rescue.
“Seeing as to how important it is and that there is no one else to fly, then... I guess the order will have to stand. Sometimes we must put personal issues aside for the greater good.
“Lieutenant Amy will go on the mission as planned. May the Lords of Kobol be with her and the others.”
* * *
Najinn
Carbon dioxide filled the air as the Warriors were feeling the cold of the shuttle. The temperature varied dramatically on this rust colored hell hole. At night the temperature dropped below –80 degrees Celsius and during the day it rose to roughly 45 degrees Celsius. It was an inhospitable rock, and it was their home for now. The shuttle rocked under the increasingly volatile seismic shifts, each shake brought the prospect of a break in the crust and magma flow closer.
Najinn lay in the survival bag, thinking of his scanners results, why was the planet like this? It was so strange to find volcanic activity like this. The planetoids surface must be one continuous crust. Hence the intense volcanic activity and unpredictable nature of the magma flows. But, if that is the case, if that is the truth then were is the atmospheric pressure? If this planetoid was as it appeared to be, which would be a first on this mission he thought, then the magma would produce huge volcanoes, produce low magma flows of incredibly smooth lava, sheared by the pressure of the atmosphere. An atmosphere that should exert a pressure ten or twenty times more powerful than the mission had found thus far.
His thoughts took him to the only conclusion; the core couldn’t be as hot as the geology said it should be. The planetoid’s core for some reason wasn’t fueling the magma cycle as it should. It was almost as if the magma was forced into a sub surface lake beneath the crust. The core was, well, just plain unfathomable.
Najinn finished his report to Lieutenant Cain, “And Sir, the oxygen levels gives us at best 10 centars left, our suits will be useless in less than 6 centars and the force field will expire with the present battery power in 12 centars. The situation is not good, Sir.”
Najinn thought to be honest the situation was bad, they were going to find it very difficult to get out of this one.
“Najinn, thanks. Okay everyone, we have four flare rockets left. And we have roughly 10 centars to get rescued. I am not going to lie to you, this doesn’t look good. But if I know the Callisto, Captain Brie and the Lieutenant Colonel will be looking for us. They will not give up so we can’t. Lets keep it together Warriors.”
Najinn sat back and thought how he would love to be sat having a drink in the officers bar with Lieutenant Amy right now. He realized how silly he had let himself get, emotionally attached to a young Lieutenant who he didn’t really know, but he felt he wanted to get to know. But, was he going to be able to get to know her? He thought was he going to be able to tell her how important she had become to him? He thought just his luck, to find someone he could connect with, someone who he thought felt a similar connection, and here he was about to die. Okay, pull yourself together man; you know you have been in worse situations than this.
He laughed to himself, the last time he was this close to death was aboard the ‘Aggi’ on her last mission. The small fleet lead by the ‘Aggi’ had found the Galactica, but had been followed by the Cylons. He really didn’t want to think about it, his dreams about that mission were bad enough, he just thought losing the Aggi, the maelstrom of that encounter with the Cylon Base-Stars was as close to death as he had come, but he thought, until now. This was pretty bad. He started thinking about how he could get more oxygen from the planet. Could they convert the atmosphere some how? How could they prolong their resources and survive for longer?
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Cain
Cain read Najinn’s report, also finding this a very odd planet. In a low voice Cain muttered, “Even a gas giant has oxygen and nitrogen...we're missing something here.”
Noticing Najinn's sad expression as he looked at a likeness of Amy, he went back to talk to him. Sitting next to Najinn, Cain started talking Triad, dating, and finally about the wife he had lost 10 yahren ago. The chat eventually turned to science, the planet, and our resources. With the slow reduction of O2 from our breathing equipment, we weren't thinking very clear at all. Almost pure nitrogen now, we struggled to keep a thought. Cain thought to himself, “If we do die, at least we won't know it.” Najinn continued to do calculations...we wait.
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Post by LucianG on Apr 26, 2005 11:00:08 GMT -6
Charybdis
Charybdis was upset.
“Frack!!!
“We are running out of time. I still have not received Captain Joey' list for those warriors going on the rescue and escort mission (two on the shuttle and two flying escort).
“Captain Brie, given the dire circumstances and the unknown whereabouts of Captain Joey, please get with the Black Squadron SEC and choose the warriors from that squadron ASAP!!!!!
“The mission launches immediately afterwards. We MUST get to that planet and try to rescue our fellow warriors, IF they are still alive,” Charybdis concluded.
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Brie
Brie responded, saying, “Looking over the Black Squadron roster, I would recommend Lieutenant Titon (Black Squadron's SEC) and Lieutenant Merak for the mission. If either of them are unable to make it, then either ShebaApollo or LucianG (if he's feeling up to it and cleared by Doc).
“I leave the final decision up to Lieutenant Titon, since he is the Black Squadron Second-in-Command,” she said. “Now those warriors I mentioned previously are for the shuttle. I would also recommend Ensigns BatGal and Randrius to fly escort.”
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Lucian
MEMO
To: Commander Sheba, Lt. Col. Charybdis, All rescue mission Viper Pilots
From: Lt. LucianG
Due to our current shortage of pilots, all six Vipers scheduled to fly the seeding mission have been equipped with spreader tanks. The mechanics have just finished retrofitting drop releases, so that after the "seeding" material has been spread, all six Vipers will be able to drop their tanks and fight IF AND ONLY IF necessary. That way, all six will be able to escort and defend if necessary.
According to Mission Specialist Fenmarnas, launch will be possible immediately upon arrival of the crews.
* * *
Lt. Lucian stepped out of the practically completed Gold Squadron Barracks Annex. With the exception of the plumbing problem in the annex washroom, all was compete, and the furniture was being moved in. The black bunks, which had arrived earlier than expected, were being positioned as he exited the room, and the gold lockers were standing in the corridor, lined up against the wall.
The lieutenant not been able to locate Captain Joey or Doc to try to get a seat on the rescue shuttle, so he decided on the next possible course of action. He headed back to Sick Bay to apologize to Nurse Holodoc. He hadn't meant to have cross words with her the first time. Maybe in a reasonable conversation, he could convince her that the soreness would not interfere with his ability to help pilot the shuttle. In the shorthanded situation aboard the O-9, he'd always had to function no matter how bad he felt, unless he just couldn't get out of his bunk. With many more people with the ability to duplicate efforts, things were somewhat different aboard the Callisto, but Lucian's sense of duty remained.
When he walked into Sick Bay, he saw Nurse Holodoc in the office. He tapped lightly on the open door, and said, "Excuse me, Nurse Holodoc, I owe you an apology, and I'm here to make good on it. Please forgive me..."
* * *
Randrius
Randrius had been one of the first to volunteer for the Black squad spots on the mission. He felt himself getting restless and he knew what he needed, to get into the pilot seat and have something to do. He wanted badly to get the mission.
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Brie
Captain Brie shook her head. It was bad enough that she had to send her own pilots out on yet another dangerous mission, she was now supposed to recommend pilots from Black Squadron as well. "Darn morning sickness," Brie muttered. She was happy for Captain Joey, even joked about the lengths that Joey went to for Black Squadron to catch up to Gold memberwise. But Brie didn't like to have to make decisions for people she didn't know that well. She had confidence in her own warriors, but didn't know the strengths and weaknesses of the members of Black. "Well," she said, "at least the final decision isn't mine. I'm just making recommendations. Titon can make the final list."
Brie also thought about what Lt. Col. Charybdis had said about Lt. Amy. She was worried about Amy, and had at first wondered if Amy belonged on the mission. But Amy was a darn good pilot, and Brie knew from experience that once you're inside a viper and your life is on the line everything can come into focus. She hoped.
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Titon
Titon concurred with Brie’s choices, and the pilots quickly assembled.
“Lieutenants Titon and Merak standing by in Alpha landing for launch!”
It felt good to be back in cockpit, even if it was a shuttle.
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Skyler
“Lt Skyler to Flight Control, all systems check, ready for launch on your command.”
* * *
Conan
“Ensign Conan to Flight Control. Sytems check okay, ready for launch.”
* * *
Charybdis
Flight Specialist Geenie said, “Transferring control to Vipers and shuttle, landing bay Alpha.
“Launch when ready!!!” * * *
Lucian
Six specially modified Vipers, each with a belly tank and spreader system, shot down the Callisto’s launch tubes. The shuttle launched a few microns later, and the rescue team was on the way to Shonada Delta. Lieutenant Siress Eden, with Ensign Conan in the front, ordered the Vipers into their escort positions. Skyler and Amy had the rear, high, and Ensigns BatGal and Randrius were rear, low.
Upon reaching the planet a short time later, Siress Eden had the Viper pilots assemble their ships in line as Fenmarnas and Solon had instructed. Lieutenant Titon piloted the shuttle, while Lieutenant Merak zeroed in on the target coordinates on the planet, readying their shuttle for the rapid drop in and planned quick exit. Siress Eden said, “Lieutenant Titon, this is it. Are you ready? Lieutenant Merak, have you verified the location? Viper pilots, report in, and prepare to spread the seeding ions on my mark.”
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Post by LucianG on Apr 26, 2005 11:00:54 GMT -6
Amy
Lieutenant Amy held her viper in formation, awaiting her turn to spread her load of seeding ions. She was alert, ready for action when her turn came, and yet her mind drifted as she looked at the angry planet below....
She thought back to the Callisto. At the briefing she had but a few seconds to pull Captain Brie aside to thank her for selecting her for the mission. “You won't be sorry,” Amy had said. But Brie had a funny look as if Amy had struck a nerve. There wasn't time to pursue it further, but Amy vowed she would.
She had then gone to the flight deck, striding purposefully to her Viper. She remembered the look that the flight deck crewman had shot her when he looked up to see it was she. She ignored the look and grabbed her helmet from him, climbing into her ship. As the canopy came down she could hear somebody behind the crewman saying something she might have mis-heard. Something about why she was flying and hadn't the Lieutenant Colonel been against her going. Amy hoped it wasn't true, for she thought she had his support in this. Something else to pursue later, she thought.
She gave the thumbs up to the crewman, but she couldn't muster up the confident look she had earlier. She shook off the feelings of doubt. To hell with the others if they didn't have faith in her! Too late now anyway, and they'll realize later that she can do fine. Amy punched the three turbo buttons with a bit more force than required, and waited for the signal to launch.
When it came, she hit the turbos and relished in the feelings as she was pushed backward into her seat from the force of the thrust. She came out of the tube, the starfield spread out before her. She assumed her spot in the formation, and from her view in the rear she could see the shuttle before her, and the vipers out ahead of it. Then off they had gone to Shonada Delta.
Still awaiting the signal to begin her run at the planet, Lieutenant Amy swatted her dice with growing impatience. “Lets go!” she thought. Her attention went from the swaying dice to a piece of paper stuck in her instrument panel—Najinn's note, written what seemed like ages ago, wrinkled and a bit worse for wear, was stuck there as further incentive for Amy to do a good job. Hold on Najinn! We'll be there soon!
Ahead, Amy could see the first Viper beginning it's run. She gripped the stick intently and awaited her signal to go.
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Conan
“Ready as ordered!”
* * *
Skyler
“Lt. Skyler checking in. Ready to start my run on your orders.” * * *
Randrius
“Randrius here, in position and ready to began run.”
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Charybdis
At about the same time, Lieutenant Colonel Charybdis on board the Callisto said, “It is my pleasure to announce that Ensigns sistatron and Intimadator have joined the Colonial Military. They have been assigned aboard the Battlestar Callisto for their tours of duty.
“Ensign Intimadator will serve under Captain Brie in Gold Squadron. Ensign sistatron has yet to be assigned. Lieutenant Colonel Charybdis, out.”
<Chorus of voices>
Captain Brie met the new Ensigns and said, “Stow your gear quickly and be ready to report for duty! Welcome aboard the Callisto!”
“I hope you'll join in our [rpg] fun!” said Lieutenant Amy via the comm. Lieutenant Cain, trapped on the planet, somehow signaled, “Welcome aboard! You are added to the G/S roster Intimadator, and Sisatron I will add you when you choose a squadron.”
Lieutenant Lucian ran into the two new Ensigns and said, “Great to have both of you aboard! Ensign sistatron, we'd love to have you in Black Squadron!”
Ensign Randrius said via the comm, “Welcome aboard, hope you have fun.”
“Welcome aboard the Callisto!” sounded Ensign BatGal from her Viper. “Say, Ensign Sistatron, wouldn't you just LOVE to be a part of the "elite of the fleet"? BLACK SQUADRON would LOVE to have you! NEVER GIVE UP, NEVER SURRENDER!”
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Amy
Lieutenant Amy watched as the second Viper made it's run at the planet Shonada Delta, hoping to stabilize the atmosphere so that the rescue shuttle could land. The sky stretching out below her had already seemed to change. It looked a lot less angrier to her than when they had first arrived. The Viper disappeared into the atmosphere as she tried to follow it with her eyes.
A voice came over the comlink: “Lieutenant Amy, go get 'em!”
“Roger that,” Lieutenant Amy replied. This was it! Time to get busy. Amy gripped the stick tightly and kicked in her turbos. The viper jumped to life, and Amy was winging her way toward Shonada Delta.
Contact with the atmosphere began turbulence, and the Viper rocked Amy as it was buffeted by the constantly changing conditions of the planet. Amy gripped the stick tighter, and held the Viper on course. The shaking got worse, but Amy had been briefed on what to expect. Several readouts indicated that the Viper was being severely tested, but Amy couldn't back out now.
Nearing her drop zone, Amy could barely see. The sky was a endless series of flashes and sparking, the brightness of which was blinding to her. She pressed on, counting back from five....
Now! She released her cargo, hearing the hissing noises as it made contact with the atmosphere. Something rocked her Viper as she pulled back on the stick, trying to head for the upper atmosphere and the safety of space. The Viper wouldn't respond, and Amy felt herself sliding down further into the hostile airspace! She could feel the sinking feeling in her stomach as the Viper sank further and further toward the surface of the planet.
Hitting several buttons on the console, Amy tried to get some answer from the controls. The Viper shook mightily, her lucky dice dancing crazily before her. Suddenly, she felt the Viper's turbos kicking in. The powerful thrusters engaged, breaking her freefall, boosting her upward at last! She heard the whine as the Viper strained to regain it's lost altitude.
Climbing higher, Amy's face was knotted in concentration. “Come on,” she urged. “Just a little further!”
Up ahead, she could see the atmosphere thinning, slowly revealing the stars a little at a time. Finally, she emerged completely from the planet's grip, and the shaking Viper steadied down into a smooth ride. Lieutenant Amy immediately began a systems check as she radioed through her comlink: “Mission accomplished!” After a pause, she added, “It's rough down there!”
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Lucian
With the start of spraying the ions into the atmosphere toward the planet, they were immediately attracted to the ions in the atmosphere. The resulting condensate began to fall from the sky to the ground below. Within a centon, the “hole” in the atmosphere was noticeably deeper, as the noxious gas temporarily dissipated; however, at the sides of the “hole,” new orange, purple, and mauve-colored tendrils were wafting back into the area. From above, the two Black Squadron Vipers exploded their tank releases, and prepared to escort the shuttle back to the Callisto. Their tanks dropped from their position, and fell into the swirling mists beyond the “hole.” Lieutenant Siress Eden ordered her Gold Squadron Vipers to circle until the shuttle was off the ground, at which time they would proceed to return to the Callisto with their tanks.
As the last of the condensate reached the ground, the shuttle was already half way to the ground. Suddenly, Merak called out to Lieutenant Titon, “Sensors do not locate them where they’re supposed to be. They’re not there! Do you see them?”
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Post by LucianG on Apr 26, 2005 11:01:51 GMT -6
Cain
In the grounded shuttle everyone still alive was intoxicated from the nitrogen levels. Most had gone into deep sleep. Cain was barely conscious but looked out the shuttle windows when it seemed like sunlight was poking through the gaseous clouds above. Squinting, shaking his head as yellowish light surrounded the area, he said, “Am I dreaming, or are we dead?” Mossy replied, “I don't know?....Is it......SNOWING?”
“Yes! A miracle!”
“Not a miracle Cain, the CALLISTO!” Mossy said, smiling.
Cain awoke the other members. “We're saved...they're here looking for us.”
Mossy said, “They're too far away..I'll go to them.”
Cain replied, “No you won't Lieutenant. You'll never make it.” Cain grabbed the Fire control stick and squeezed the trigger. Seven or eight bright bursts from the lasers streaked upward, then the generators finally died. Did they see it?”
“We wait,” thought Cain.
* * *
Ben
Lieutenant Ben, awaking asked, “A while ago, Lieutenant, you mentioned an expired Warrior. Would that have been me, by any chance?”
* * *
Cain
Cain laughed at Ben’s intoxicated attempt at humor, and said, “You ain't getting out of duty that easy. Nope, you're very much alive yet, but will need to go immediately to MedLab on our return.” Becoming serious again, he said, “The deceased were from the mining team.”
* * *
Lucian “No—wait! Turbo laser fire from below, but originating from over a kilometer from where they're supposed to be!” Titon exclaimed. “We're going to have to make this very quick if we're ever going to get off the ground! They’re way too close to the edge of that soup, and it’s starting to cave back in on us.”
Merak nodded, “Let’s get our people, and a canister of ore each if it’s within easy reach. Otherwise, let’s bag it.”
Through the face plate of the coated envirosuit helmet, Merak could see the grim resolution and agreement on Titon's face. As the shuttle approached the mangled shuttle below, the Warriors in the rescue shuttle suddenly heard crackling from their suit-to-suit communicators as if someone's communicator was locked on. Titon set his shuttle down gently, less than 5 meters from the door of the other shuttle. The poisonous gas was starting to blow back into the area, and both Warriors knew that the storms would be starting again soon. They had to be away before that happened.
As Merak reached for the shuttle door, Titon called out on suit-to-suit, “Knock, knock, you guys need a ride back to the Callisto?” * * *
Cain
Cain said, “Is that you Titon? Hey, sorry I broke your new shuttle.”
Everyone eyes filled with tears as the rescue team help escort and carry the dead and injured to the rescue shuttle. Everyone had to move very quickly. Cain said, “Hold on a micron, something I gotta do first.” Cain set the timer on the Solonite charge given him by the Commander. “Sorry Titon, Commander's orders. Say goodbye to your masterpiece.”
Titon replied, “C'mon buddy, lets go home.” Cain was helped to the shuttle, as was everyone else. Their legs could no longer support their weight.
A couple of canisters of the ore were being dragged to the shuttle in haste. The storm hole was collapsing. Orders to MedLab “Get ready” were made, although Dr. BKJ was way ahead of that. The good Doctor and Nurse Holodoc were waiting in the DeCon room for the crew’s return.
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Lucian
As soon as Merak dragged the second canister of ore onto the shuttle, Titon slammed and sealed the door behind him. Both Warriors almost jumped to the flight deck, buckled into place, and immediately lifted off, having left the engines going for the entire 6.5 centons while they were on the ground. Just as the shuttle was about to leave the ground, Ensign Najinn felt one last seismic quiver, but the shuttle was off, and he was no longer worried about it.
Outside the shuttle, the lightning was starting to jump from the clouds to the earth. Titon took off at maximum speed, determined to get out of the atmosphere before the heavy-duty roll lightning started. As far as this crew was concerned, a trip back down to Shonada Delta was not in the cards.
* * *
On the bridge of the Battlestar Callisto, one of the bridge crew reported to Commander Sheba and Lt. Colonel Charybdis, “There was another energy spike beyond the ion cloud a few moments ago. It lasted about 5 microns, then disappeared as if it had never been there.” A quick review of the scanning record revealed the spike exactly as reported. Commander Sheba said, “Contact the Galactica. We may have a problem. And get that shuttle crew home, NOW! Order Gold Squadron Vipers to blow those tanks. If this is what I think it may be, we won't have time to get those tanks off aboard the Callisto. Lieutenant Colonel Charybdis, ship to Red Alert, agreed?”
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Najinn
Najinn lay in the shuttle, exhausted, finding it difficult to breath, his lungs seared by the toxic nitrogen atmosphere in the crippled shuttle. Like the others he lay drifting in and out of consciousness.
When the rescue shuttle had descended to the planet surface, Lieutenant Titon realized just what the first shuttle had been through. The scorched trail of the crash landing, and the impact crater. He could see the damaged hull and it wasn’t pretty. He and his team moved quickly, helping the warriors and miners out of their tomb like shuttle and into the rescue vehicle. Lt Titon was hurrying his warriors along, each carrying the exhausted and oxygen deprived members of Lt Cain’s team. Titon was amazed they had survived this long. He and Cain were pleased to see each other. Cain, obviously in pain planted a charge and headed out across to the rescue shuttle.
Titon stood in the now abandoned hulk of the mission shuttle he felt the ground shake beneath him, violently, abruptly, he could see steam rising through the forward windows, some 100 yards in front of the shuttle. He realised, and ran as quickly as he could.
“Come on, we have to get out of here, NOW!”, he helped an Ensign pick up the struggling body of Lt Cain, and helped them both across to his shuttle.
“Everyone onboard, we all here!”
“Yes, go Titon, go” Cain forced his sentence through his painful vocal chords, his throat was burning, it was so painful.
Titon sealed the hatch, ran to the cockpit, punched in the launch sequence and the shuttle lifted into the lightening filled atmosphere.
Najin rolled over and peered out of the shuttles window to see the refuge, the tomb, the mission shuttle engulfed in a torrent of flowing molten lava. It was like a river of deep red death, the shuttle succumbed to the flow and disappeared below the surface. Then there was an almighty explosion as the charge blew the mission shuttle into little pieces, it erupted through the lava, and subsided as the flow carried the debris away.
Najin rolled back, he thought at least he was off the planet, at least he was alive. They had made it, they were going home. He would see Lt Amy again, he smiled, and fell unconscious.
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Post by LucianG on Apr 26, 2005 11:02:36 GMT -6
Amy
Lt. Amy continued her systems check, unsatisfied with the readouts. Everything checked out, a result that should have pleased her, but the feel of the viper was all wrong. She couldn't put her finger on what it was, but she felt uneasy about the condition of her ship.
Holding in formation, Amy was back to waiting. The shuttle should appear at any moment. Yup, any moment now. Amy swatted at the dice nervously. The seeding had gone well, but the planet seemed to be getting angry again, the sky below her swirling, sparking, and the tiny oasis of calm they had seeded closed in on itself,even as she watched.
She heard a straining sound, and a small thump. It lasted only a moment, but it wasn't supposed to be there. The viper definately wasnt right. After being so determined to get out on a mission, Lt. Amy was getting antsy for the Callisto. COME ON, shuttle! Where are you?
Her scanner screen lit up, and Amy was confused by what she saw. Geez, she thought, is this thing going too? It was an energy spike, and pretty close. No way, she thought! Resetting the scanners, she was relieved to see the scanner clear. Yes, the viper would need a real overhaul when she got back. The uneasy feeling she had grew within her.
Suddenly, the shuttle emerged from the planet below! Ghostlike at first, the ship came out of the upper atmosphere, and the comlink was filled with cheers from the pilots of the vipers that were waiting for this moment. Amy let out a yelp of relief. Great, she thought! Now let's go home. With concern, she gripped the stick and waited for the command to head back to the Callisto.
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Randrius
Randrius allowed a relieved smile to crawl onto his face as watch the rescue shuttle come into sight. His relief was dampened slightly by an energy spike nearby. He felt his gut grow cold as he began to have suspicions. "Anyone else get a reading on that energy spike there? I don't know why, but I've got got a bad feeling about it."
* * *
Charybdis
I am pleased to announce that Ensign jarrynn has joined the Colonial Military and is assigned aboard the Battlestar Callisto.
In a very interesting turn of events, however, he will be assigned to the Med Lab under Dr. BKJ!
welcome our newest Warrior!
Lt. Col. Charybdis
<Chorus of voices> Ensign Jarrynn,
You are most welcomed to join our medical staff!!! Please send e-mail and state your qulifications and what medical position you are seeking.
Doc
Jarrynn,
Glad to have you serving aboard the Callisto! Our medical staff is first rate, but I'm sure they're always glad to get the additional help!
Welcome aboard!
Lt. Lucian, Black Squadron/Engineering Battlestar Callisto
Welcome aboard the Callisto, Jarrynn.
~Randrius~
It's good to be aboard finally! Brie, don't worry I have a great pilot coming your way. Keep an eye for a MaraJade. She is a dear friend of mine who has saved my tail many times. =)
Doc, I have sent my credentials via email to you. =) I would like to add that I am quite a quick learner and will strive to do my best to serve. =) I can't wait to meet the crew! =) But beware I am a little shy at times so I am not offstandish. =) Thanks to all for the warm welcomes!
Jarrynn
Welcome to the team Ensign Jarrynn. You made it just in time as things are beginning to get hot here on the Callisto!!!
All the Best Ensign Najinn
Glad to finally have you aboard! I'll keep my eyes open for MaraJade.
It's great to have so many Star Wars fans joining us these days! Brie
Make that announcement to read: "SHE will serve with Dr. BKJ in the med lab!!!"
Lt. Col. Charybdis
Sir, do not be sorry. =) I knew what you meant and that is all that matters. =)
Jarrynn Welcome, Ensign Jarrynn!
We are happy to have you aboard the Callisto!
Ens. BatGal Black Squadron Battlestar Callisto
P.S. Join me for drinks on the Rising Star -- my treat! Thanks for the offer! I will have to take you up on it when all is calmer. =) Jarrynn Welcome aboard the Callisto! Hope it's as fun for you here as it is fo the rest of us!
Lt. Ben
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Post by LucianG on Apr 26, 2005 11:03:25 GMT -6
Lucian
Even before Lt. Col. Charybdis had a chance to respond to her comment about upping alert status, an ensign ran up to Commander Sheba. “Priority call from Galactica, Ma’am.”
Sheba motioned to Charybdis to accompany her to take the call in her private briefing room.
* * *
A few centons before, the Galactica’s sensors had detected the same energy spike in the ion cloud. Due to the greater distance, the readings were not as precise, but a quick analysis of the data automatically forwarded by the Callisto led Commander Apollo to reach the same conclusion as Commander Sheba.
“Mr. President, the fleet is at the jump point to our next planned system,” Apollo said. “The Callisto is several centars behind us, with potentially grave danger immediately behind it. Due to their recent accident related to the ore shortage, their already short-staffed squadrons are critically low on pilots.
“Courses of potential action considered include:
1. The Callisto abandons their rescue shuttle, and immediately catches up to the fleet. Morally and morale wise, this is not an option.
2. The Galactica returns to help the Callisto, potentially leaving the fleet undefended if new enemies arrive. Again, this is not an option.
3. The Galactica and the rest of the fleet with the exception of the Callisto are at the jump point. We exit the system, leaving the Callisto to fight their way to the alternate jump point. Depending on what they face, this might be an acceptable option. Unfortunately, we don’t know what is out there.
4. The Galactica and the rest of the fleet with the exception of the Callisto are at the jump point. We exit the system, leaving the Callisto to fight their way to the alternate jump point; however, in this scenario, we send reinforcements to the Callisto to help them in case they have to fight a rear guard action.
“Militarily, number 4 is the best course of action. There are currently four full squadrons aboard the Galactica, with numerous cadets in training. The Callisto has two squadrons, one of which is very undermanned. With your agreement, I plan to dispatch Silver Spar Squadron, first shift, to assist the Callisto. The Silver Spar Warriors will be posted to the Callisto until such time as the Callisto rejoins the fleet.”
President Tigh nodded thoughtfully, carefully considering the implications. His embattled position on the Council of Twelve would not be helped by this; however, if the news could be given to the fleet in such a way that it appeared that the fleet’s primary defense was not being weakened, he should be able to weather the storm in the Council. Tigh stood, saying, “Commander, while I do not like it, militarily, it is the best option. We cannot afford to lose the Callisto. If it is undermanned, we must do what we can to reinforce it. Step up the recruiting effort, quietly. Increase the size of all current squadrons on the Galactica from among the new cadets, and transfer a few senior pilots to Silver Spar from the other squadrons to help in training. Send the Silver Spar Vipers and their pilots to the Callisto. The remaining warriors will be given new Vipers as they are available.”
Commander Apollo immediately gave the order.
* * *
Commander Sheba saw Apollo and Tigh on the viewscreen. Apollo quickly briefed Sheba on the decision. “Hold off whatever is out there until after our escape, then jump from the alternate point. Follow Plan Epsilon. We will see you soon. May the Lords be with you. Galactica, out.”
A few centons later, thirty Silver Spar Vipers were scorching their way across the system toward the Callisto. The ships of the fleet began their jump toward their next destination.
* * *
The rescue shuttle and the escort Vipers continued their journey back to the Callisto. The landing bay personnel were on standby to immediately refuel and prepare all the incoming Vipers for relaunch.
* * *
Aboard the Callisto, Sheba waited. She had the ion cloud being watched closely. Once the shuttle and its escorts returned, and the Silver Spar warriors arrived, the Callisto would make flank speed for the alternate jump point. The ship remained on yellow alert.
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Charybdis
I hereby announce that Ensign GalacticaFan has joined the Colonial Military and has been assigned aboard the Battlestar Callisto.
She will serve under Cpt. Joey in Black Squadron.
Welcome aboard our newest Warrior!
Lt. Col. Charybdis <Another Chorus of Voices>
Welcome to the Callisto! I know you'll like it here.
Captain Brie Gold Squadron Ensign GalacticaFan,
Welcome to Black Squadron -- the "elite of the fleet"!
Ens. BatGal Black Squadron Battlestar Callisto
P.S. Drinks are on me the next time you visit the Rising Star!
Welcome aboard, I'm sure Black squad will be glad to have you.
~Ensign Randrius Yuirt~ ~Black Squadron~ Cain said, “Capt. Joey buys the first round of drinks for new warriors (hic) Welcome aboard!!” Ensign GalacticaFan,
Great to have you in Black Squadron!
Now, quit fooling around! Get to your Viper, and go get some bad guys!
Lt. LucianG, Black Squadron, Battlestar Callisto To my colleagues, thankyou for my warm welcome i will certainly take you up on your offer BatGal, i'll get the next round in. Capt Joey thanks for the drinks offer i will love to have another drink, i sound like a raving alcoholic, but as Lt. LucianG says i have to get into my Viper i have to get used to flying these Babies, speak to you all soon. Wendy. Galacticafan
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Post by LucianG on Apr 26, 2005 11:04:21 GMT -6
Jarrynn Ensign Jarrynn is wringing her hands in nervousness as she awaits to hear from Doc about her position. Knowing that there is a shuttle with injured hopefully coming in soon, she is hoping she meets the Doc's approval. Thoughts run thru her head as she ponders her descision to join the Calisto. Will she be able to meet the needs of those who need her help? Will Doc approve of her? Will she make friends on this new ship? Jutting her chin forward, squaring her shoulders and looking proud, Jarrynn refuses to show her fear. * * * BatGal VIPERS AND BATTLESTARS (inspired by The Strawberry Alarm Clock’s “Incense and Peppermints”)
Snipers, fights and wars, cripplin' mankind Power and politics, can’t be defined Occasions, persuasions clutter your mind Vipers and Battlestars, the passage of time
Who knows if the threats are real or a ruse? Freedom to win and everything to lose
Vipers and Battlestars, the fleet’s only hope Against Cylons or Ovions, whatever may interlope
Get over yourself, get over yourself, yeah, yeah Get a grip on yourself, get a grip on yourself, yeah, yeah, yeah!
To divide this fracked universe in two Throw your pride to one side, it's the least you can do Bureaucrats and politics, nothing is new A metron gauge for lunatics, one point of view
Who knows if the threats are real or a ruse? Freedom to win and everything to lose
Snipers, fights and wars, cripplin' mankind Power and politics, can’t be defined Occasions, persuasions clutter your mind Vipers and Battlestars, the passage of time
Who knows if the threats are real or a ruse? Freedom to win and everything to lose
Vipers and Battlestars Vipers and Battlestars
B-S-G B-S-G B-S-G B-S-G B-S-G
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Ensign BatGal couldn’t get those haunted lyrics and the equally eerie music out of her head since she dreamed of them during her last sleep period. Those extra performances on the Rising Star were catching up with her.
What was she thinking? Was this another one of her premonitions? This wasn’t the time for self-doubt or negativity. This wasn’t like BatGal at all! Wasn’t it just a few sectons ago that the others teased her about her positive attitude and outspokenness? LucianG even told her that she would have been a perfect candidate for Academy cheerleader, if such a thing existed at Academy!
Right now, she needed to keep her focus on the mission and on the rescue shuttle that was just ahead of her, carrying the precious cargo of fellow warriors who had almost been lost forever on that fracked-up planet now far behind them. * * * Lucian The shuttle and the escorts were well over half way back to the Callisto from the planet. Again, Lt. Merak called Sick Bay to give an update on the condition of the patients. The two remaining miners and Lt. Ben, who had spent more time outside than the others, were in the worst shape. All three were currently unconsious, or maybe just in a very deep sleep. Lt. Najinn and Lt. Krissy appeared to be sleeping peacefully now that they could breathe again. Lt. Mossycat was nursing a drink in her seat, coughing occasionally. Lt. Cain had moved up to the front, just behind Titon and Merak, and was telling the others about the adventure, between rather frequent coughing spells. This particular nightmare was almost over.
* * *
Lt. Amy shifted her Viper again, ever so slightly. Something was definitely wrong. "CLANK!" Since sound does not travel through the depths of space, she knew that something must be hitting her Viper. She hit her comm to ask her fellow warriors for help.
* * *
The Silver Spar Warriors were winging toward the Callisto with turbo thrusters engaged. They would have to land and refuel. Flight Specialist Jenny on the bridge passed along orders for the flight to land in Landing Bay Beta on arrival. They were still almost a centar away.
A few meters away on the bridge, one of the bridge crew said, "Commander Sheba, Lt. Colonel Charybdis, we think you should see this. Long range scanner shows that the ion cloud, or at least it looks like part of it, is moving toward the Callisto at a rapid pace."
Commander Sheba looked at the scanner, and asked, "Is this maximum enhancement?" The crewman made a minor adjustment and said, looking at Commander Sheba, "That little change is the best we can do."
Sheba was not looking at the crewman. Staring intently at the screen, she said, "No, that is good enough." The "cloud" on the screen had coalesced into numerous blobs moving away from the ion cloud. Sheba continued, "Sound RED ALERT! We have many, many Cylons incoming!"
At the estimated speed that was quickly calculated, the Cylons were about 80 centons away. They would arrive before the Vipers from Silver Spar squadron, and only a few centons after the shuttle and Viper escort.
* * * Charybdis
All hands to battle stations!!!!
All Viper pilots to landing bays!!!
We have a massive Cylon attack force moving this way. Prepare all shield defense systems and activate the laser batteries!!
Holy Frack!!!! This is the last thing we needed!!!!
Lt. Col. Charybdis * * * Lucian In the Engineering Lab, Lt. Lucian was once again attempting to contact ForgeMaster Kharkarian, not knowing that the rest of the fleet had already left the system. Of course, once again, he was having no success. Calls to Assistant ForgeMaster Bodaca also went unanswered. As he was about to contact Security to find out what was happening, the red alert signal sounded, and he like everyone else aboard ship jumped and ran toward their battle stations. He'd talk to Kharkarian later after this current emergency, whatever it was, ended.
* * *
On the bridge, the officers were informed of the latest news. The Callisto could probably outrun the Cylon attack force, but only at the cost of the shuttle and the crew, since the Callisto was well past Shonada Delta by this time. The Cylons appeared to have broken into four main groups, each with an estimated 100 Raiders. At current, the Callisto could man just under 100 Vipers, including the few retired Warrior reserves, if the Silver Spar warriors arrived.
Commander Sheba said, "There are at least two Base-Stars in that cloud. They may be trying to pull us toward them, so that the rest of their forces can attack. Where is that shuttle? And what is the ETA for the Silver Spar warriors?"
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Post by LucianG on Apr 26, 2005 11:05:14 GMT -6
Wendy Ive heard the claxon and waiting for further orders, i am unable to get to the rising star for my drinks so i might as well get into my Viper and shoot some bad guys.
* * * Randrius Randrius curses as new information comes in to there situation. "Oh frack, this ain't good." Randrius began making adjustments to his own sensors, trying to get a reading on the Cylons himself. Unfortunately, his sensor lacked the power of the Callisto's. He recieves a distress call from Lt. Amy seconds later. "They had to pick a time like this for everything to go to hell, didn't they," he mutters to himself. To Amy, he says, "Your hearing clanking noises? Any power failure or anything?" Her reply was a negative, "Well, you'll probably be fine for the moment, tell me if systems start blowin', ok? Something probably got knocked loose by the turbulance." He sighed, "It get's better and better." "Come on, let's get this piece of felgercarb were escorting home safe and sound, ok?" * * * Lucian Commander Sheba asked, "Lt. Colonel Charybdis, what is the status of our Viper escort? Do they need to refuel, or can we send them directly into battle with the remainder of our force? And how quickly can we refuel and relaunch Silver Spar if we land half in each launch bay?"
After listening to his response, she signalled for shipwide broadcast. "Callisto Warriors, we face a large number of Cylons. We have not seen this many in one group in yahrens. We can defeat them, but only if we work together as a team. We will use attack plan Beta 7. Concentrate on the middle two groups, single pass straight through, turn, and head back toward the Callisto. Do not attack the plane high or low groups. Hopefully, most of the Raiders will have been ordered to attack this ship, so only a few will chase after you. You can pick off more from the rear as you chase us down. We will be accelerating away, since we have calculated a jump point nearby. Do NOT try to be a hero and go after ships to far away, to the rear, or after any Base-Stars that appear. Do what damage you can, then head back here. This should buy us enough time to get Silver Spar Squadron on board and refueled. Good luck and may the Lords be with you all. Commander Sheba, out."
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Lt. Lucian was strapped into his Viper with helmet on before he even realized that he was still on medical restriction for the sore shoulder. "What the heck?" he thought, "If I don't fly, then someone else may die because I wasn't there to cover their back." In his comm, he said, "Ensign BatGal--felgercarb! She's not here. Good luck, girl! Control, who is my wing on this little shindig?"
The flight officer responded, "Ensign Wendy will be your wingman if the formation breaks. Good luck, sir."
"Thanks!" Lucian replied. "Ensign Wendy, did you copy that? You'll be on my left. If our formation breaks, you'll stick to me like glue, understood? We use the cutting manuevers here just like in simulation, and we'll cover each other. Remember though, here, you never ever let them hit you. If you do, you're dead, and so am I. We live, I'm buying the drinks. Questions? Good. Now just stay calm, and the launch order will come shortly."
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In other Vipers throught both launch bays, similar discussions were being held. It could probably be calculated that the Rising Star would need a new stock of ambrosia if everyone made it through.
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Aboard Lt. Amy's Viper, another shift led to another clang from below. Amy asked the other Viper pilots, "Can one of you drop down and check the bottom of my Viper? I think my problem may be getting worse." * * * Skyler Skyler eased his stick over and slid under Lt Amy's Viper.
"Amy, one of your bolts failed to blow. The spray tank is just hanging there. Try blowing it again and see if it releases." * * * Wendy Lt LucianG, Ensign Wendy, ready to do her job, i am honoured to be your Wingman Sir, on my first flight out, i won't let you down, as i am hanging out for that cup of Ambrosia on the Rising Star, I WILL STICK TO YOUR SIDE THROUGH THICK AND THIN. Wendy. * * * Charybdis
Ensing MaraJade has joined the Colonial Military (just in time too!!!) and has been assigned aboard the Battlestar Callisto.
She will serve under Cpt. Brie in Gold Squadron.
Also, Ensign startsistatron has been assigned to serve under Cpt. Brie in Gold Squadron as well.
congratulations!!!
Now get to battle stations!!!
Lt. Col. Charybdis <Yet another chorus of voices> Welcome you both to Gold Squadron! Stow your gear and report for duty!!!
Captain Brie Gold Squadron
(MaraJade, glad to see you made it!) I'm stuck on a viper out here, but welcome you two. We need all the help we can get right now. Get to your battlestations quick.
~Ensign Randrius~ ~Black Squad~ Ensigns MaraJade and Starsistatron:
Welcome aboard! We can really use the reinforcements right now.
Now, jump in those Vipers and be ready to launch. The Cylons are coming!
Lt. LucianG, Black Squadron MaraJade!!! ha ha got you to join in the middle of a crisis! =) gotta love me sometimes!
Brie, watch out for her!!! i forgot to warn ya ... she is a prankster... she loves to "surprise" her roomies and flight crewman. so please watch out! MaraJade, dont you *dare* come back bloody... you know what will happen!! I will passout... so much for being in sick bay huh?? BatGal said, “Welcome to the Callisto!!! Please join me for drinks on the Rising Star -- my treat!!!”
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