nuBSG fanfic "Battlestar Urantia"
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BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Wayward Soldier" (EP. 006)
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
10 DAYS AFTER HYPERLIGHT JUMP
GUNSTAR LIBERATOR
The small Colonial military vessel sailed alongside Urantia, the fleet behind her, as Vipers sailed by the ships, conducting CAP.
COMMANDER McALLISTER'S CABIN
Commander McAllister walked by the sofa where his XO was seated, handing down a glass of water to Fisk, as he made his way to his side of the sofa, sitting beside his XO.
"I just don't know what happened, Sir... the man just snapped... right there, before me, in front of everyone." Fisk lamented, as he recounted his incident with Standish at the bar.
"You should have seen the tirade I was privy to." McAllister said. "The man unleashed an entire verbal volley at the DRADIS, when the rest of the fleet stayed behind." he offered.
"What happened? I thought you were always telling me how nice the guy was." Fisk asked.
"Well, I can't be sure..." McAllister began, as he got up to fill a glass of his own with water, from the pitcher on his desk. "But I think maybe, just maybe, it might have something to do with the man's wife." he went on, moving to sit back down, as Fisk looked to him. "The last time I saw Tyler Standish, was at a retirement party on Leonis. He was talking with Bill Adama. Tyler walked off to get some drinks, and Bill basically told me that the man was going through a hell of a time... an angry and very messy divorce, his wife had lost a baby, and he was hitting the bottle. According to Bill, his wife was the root of most of his troubles." he added, taking a drink of water.
"How so?" Fisk asked.
"Well... you know what a masochist is?" McAllister asked, as Fisk nodded, silently. "Well... that was Tina Standish... I never met or knew her... but from what Bill told me, and from the little bits I was able to get from Tyler, that woman was a sick frak. When he met her, she was normal enough... but gradually, she got more and more into being rough... aggressive, when it came to, uh... intimacy." he continued. "She was into violence... she liked to be slapped and thrown around. Tyler was in love with her, so he went along with it. I guess she unleashed his inner rage to the point where he couldn't control it anymore. That was when Tyler started drinking... hard." he added.
"Damn." Fisk offered.
"Tyler once told me, that before he married her, he'd never touched alcohol. And you wanna know what the really sick part was?" McAllister asked, looking to Fisk. "Tyler had wanted nothing more, than to have a daughter. Tina was dead-set against it. The one time she gets pregnant, and she loses the baby. Tyler could never be sure of anything, but he always felt that somehow, she did something on purpose, to terminate the pregnancy." he stated, as Fisk's face wore a look of shock.
"Frakking-a." Fisk lamented.
"Look," McAllister started again. "I don't know what's been going on with Tyler for the last five-plus years. All I can speculate, is that he never really found a way to control his anger, and that he has become so accustomed to it, that it's all he knows now. He's a different man... a darker man now." he offered, looking back to Fisk.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
Tyler Standish walked through one of Urantia's corridors, as he came to a corner. As he rounded it, someone called out to him, causing him to look up.
"Commander!" a familiar woman's voice called out.
It was Eliza Winnow. She smiled, as she ran over to Tyler, who stood waiting for her.
"How have you been?" she asked him, after sharing a short embrace with him.
He looked into her eyes, as he replied the only way he could to her... with honesty.
"Not that great." he said, as she looked into his eyes, seeing the pain that was lurking in their dark depths. "I'm not happy that your group stayed behind. Not after all Urantia... I... have done for your fleet. After all we've been through, you people stabbed us in the back." he said, as softly, and politely as he could.
"Well, you're jumping back to us, right? I mean... our Captain told you that the Cylons showed up, right?" she asked, looking at him with big eyes.
Standish's only answer was to look right back at her.
"I see..." she said, as the realization dawned on her, and her look grew sullen.
"Excuse me." Standish began, moving away. "I have some things to attend to." he added, softly.
As Tyler walked away, Eliza called out to him again.
"You're not mad at me, are you?" she asked, her voice sounding like it was on the verge of tears.
Tyler paused, and turned back to face her.
"It's because YOU are on the Sepia Moon, that kept me from opening fire on her the moment she jumped in." Tyler softly offered, turning back around, and walking away, leaving Eliza to look after him, as tears began to well up in her eyes.
TO BE CONTINUED...
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
10 DAYS AFTER HYPERLIGHT JUMP
GUNSTAR LIBERATOR
The small Colonial military vessel sailed alongside Urantia, the fleet behind her, as Vipers sailed by the ships, conducting CAP.
COMMANDER McALLISTER'S CABIN
Commander McAllister walked by the sofa where his XO was seated, handing down a glass of water to Fisk, as he made his way to his side of the sofa, sitting beside his XO.
"I just don't know what happened, Sir... the man just snapped... right there, before me, in front of everyone." Fisk lamented, as he recounted his incident with Standish at the bar.
"You should have seen the tirade I was privy to." McAllister said. "The man unleashed an entire verbal volley at the DRADIS, when the rest of the fleet stayed behind." he offered.
"What happened? I thought you were always telling me how nice the guy was." Fisk asked.
"Well, I can't be sure..." McAllister began, as he got up to fill a glass of his own with water, from the pitcher on his desk. "But I think maybe, just maybe, it might have something to do with the man's wife." he went on, moving to sit back down, as Fisk looked to him. "The last time I saw Tyler Standish, was at a retirement party on Leonis. He was talking with Bill Adama. Tyler walked off to get some drinks, and Bill basically told me that the man was going through a hell of a time... an angry and very messy divorce, his wife had lost a baby, and he was hitting the bottle. According to Bill, his wife was the root of most of his troubles." he added, taking a drink of water.
"How so?" Fisk asked.
"Well... you know what a masochist is?" McAllister asked, as Fisk nodded, silently. "Well... that was Tina Standish... I never met or knew her... but from what Bill told me, and from the little bits I was able to get from Tyler, that woman was a sick frak. When he met her, she was normal enough... but gradually, she got more and more into being rough... aggressive, when it came to, uh... intimacy." he continued. "She was into violence... she liked to be slapped and thrown around. Tyler was in love with her, so he went along with it. I guess she unleashed his inner rage to the point where he couldn't control it anymore. That was when Tyler started drinking... hard." he added.
"Damn." Fisk offered.
"Tyler once told me, that before he married her, he'd never touched alcohol. And you wanna know what the really sick part was?" McAllister asked, looking to Fisk. "Tyler had wanted nothing more, than to have a daughter. Tina was dead-set against it. The one time she gets pregnant, and she loses the baby. Tyler could never be sure of anything, but he always felt that somehow, she did something on purpose, to terminate the pregnancy." he stated, as Fisk's face wore a look of shock.
"Frakking-a." Fisk lamented.
"Look," McAllister started again. "I don't know what's been going on with Tyler for the last five-plus years. All I can speculate, is that he never really found a way to control his anger, and that he has become so accustomed to it, that it's all he knows now. He's a different man... a darker man now." he offered, looking back to Fisk.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
Tyler Standish walked through one of Urantia's corridors, as he came to a corner. As he rounded it, someone called out to him, causing him to look up.
"Commander!" a familiar woman's voice called out.
It was Eliza Winnow. She smiled, as she ran over to Tyler, who stood waiting for her.
"How have you been?" she asked him, after sharing a short embrace with him.
He looked into her eyes, as he replied the only way he could to her... with honesty.
"Not that great." he said, as she looked into his eyes, seeing the pain that was lurking in their dark depths. "I'm not happy that your group stayed behind. Not after all Urantia... I... have done for your fleet. After all we've been through, you people stabbed us in the back." he said, as softly, and politely as he could.
"Well, you're jumping back to us, right? I mean... our Captain told you that the Cylons showed up, right?" she asked, looking at him with big eyes.
Standish's only answer was to look right back at her.
"I see..." she said, as the realization dawned on her, and her look grew sullen.
"Excuse me." Standish began, moving away. "I have some things to attend to." he added, softly.
As Tyler walked away, Eliza called out to him again.
"You're not mad at me, are you?" she asked, her voice sounding like it was on the verge of tears.
Tyler paused, and turned back to face her.
"It's because YOU are on the Sepia Moon, that kept me from opening fire on her the moment she jumped in." Tyler softly offered, turning back around, and walking away, leaving Eliza to look after him, as tears began to well up in her eyes.
TO BE CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Wayward Soldier" (EP. 006)
CONTINUED...
OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR
13 DAYS AFTER HYPERLIGHT JUMP
The massive war vessel began to angle about, as in front of it, the various smaller ships of the fleet were jumping away, as multiple flashrings of light swept over them.
Finally, all the civilian ships had jumped away, and the awesome arsenal of the Thunderstar's weapons erupted to life, as countless tracers lanced outward into space, from the goliathan ship.
Mere seconds later, the targets of the Thunderstar's weapons entered into view...
Cylon Raiders... dozens upon dozens of them.
But the Cylons were not messing around. The forward wing of Raiders let loose with multiple volleys of missiles, breaking off, as the dozens of contrails shot towards the Thunderstar.
OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR
COMMAND CONTROL ROOM
The deck was jolted violently, by the multiple missile hits, as High Admiral Ardala braced himself on the command table, listening, as the reports of damage were called out to him.
"Sir! Those last missiles took out half of our portside batteries! Reports of structural decompressions from decks H through L! Aft port thruster group is down!" the Officer of the Guard called out, as another violent hit rocked the ship.
High Admiral Ardala looked out the windows of the forward command deck, and gazed upon the sight before his ship... a Cylon Basestar, and its countless Raiders, firing on his vessel. Suddenly, in the distance, behind the Basestar, another large FTL burst came into view, spitting out a second Cylon Basestar.
"Frak..." Ardala lamented, to himself. "We can't fight off these frakkers on our own. We have no choice, but to leave the Starfreeze with the civilian fleet, which leaves us to fend off the Cylons on our own. We can't go on like this." he added, still whispering to himself, as he turned to face the Officer of the Guard. "That's it... we're done here!" he began, calling out to the man. "Recall our fighters, and make the jump back to the fleet's emergency evac coordinates. we're through fighting like this." he added.
"Sir?" the Officer of the Guard replied.
"We can't go on like this... we need Urantia. When we get back to the others, we're jumping back to Urantia's fleet." he offered, as he began to walk away.
"Aye, Sir!" the Officer of the Guard answered.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The proud ship continued to lead her fleet along, the Gunstar Liberator beside her.
COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN
Tyler Standish sat back in his chair, at his desk, a half-empty bottle of brandy on the desk, as he held a framed photograph in his hand, gazing at it, as he slowly rocked in his chair.
It was a sepia-tone photograph of him and Eliza winnow, that had been taken of them, when they were on the surface of Emilon. It showed Eliza and Tyler, both smiling, their arms around each other, as they stood in front of one of the tall sailing ships, that sat docked at the harbor. Tyler's mind began to take him back to that day... that memory...
GLADMYSTON HARBOR, EMILON - 2.5 YEARS AGO
The bright blue sky was clear, on that beautiful and crisp Emilon morning, the cool and moist fresh air filling Tyler's lungs, as he slowly walked along the harborside with Eliza, holding her hand.
"So, what thinks you of our fair Gladmyston Harbor?" she asked him, as he looked to her, taking in the sight of her fiery red hair, and the features of her face... her milky-white skin. Tyler was especially fond of the corset she was wearing, for the view it offered.
"It's beautiful." he stated, not taking his eyes off her.
"I thought you'd enjoy seeing the ships." she added, as she indicated for Tyler to look to his left.
Tyler looked where she directed, and saw a proud tall sailing ship, moored at its dock, as various Emilonians in their military uniforms worked about on the ship, calling out orders to each other.
"That's the Prosperity." Eliza stated. "That's the ship Captain Kline trained and sailed on." she added.
"I like it... she's a fine vessel." Tyler said, looking back to Eliza.
Eliza looked at Standish, and how he appeared, standing in front of the Prosperity. He looked so commanding... so proud.
"Oh... we have to get a picture of this!" she exclaimed. "You look so noble, like that, the ship behind you." she said, as she took Standish's small camera out from one of his pockets, and grabbed the first of her fellow pilgrims she could find, walking along the dockside. "Oh, Jebra! Here!" she said, giving him the camera, and moving beside Tyler.
Jebra was an old man... tall and thin, with medium-length white hair, and a long beard of gray. He regarded the camera with curiosity, as he looked to Eliza.
"What do I do...?" he asked.
"Jebra, dear, just look through that window, until you see us, and part of the ship, and just press the button!" Eliza stated, as she wrapped her arms around Tyler, who returned the gesture, as they both smiled.
A click was heard, and the scene was preserved for all time.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53 - PRESENT DAY
The frozen image began to fade into a sepia tone, as Tyler Standish again found himself looking at the framed photo in his hands.
With a long sigh, Tyler leaned forward to place the photo back in its place on the desk, as he again slumped back in his chair.
He made a reach for the brandy bottle, but when he brought it close to himself, he had a change of heart, sighing with disgust, as he placed the bottle back on the desk.
He got out of his chair, and walked to his sofa, and was about to sit down, when the phone rang. He reversed his course, and walked to the desk, and picked up the handset.
"Yeah, what is it?" he asked, tired.
CIC
Sorry to bother you, Sir," Hindri began. "But you should know that the rest of our fleet just jumped back... including the Thunderstar and Starfreeze." he added.
COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN
"I'll be right there." Standish replied, setting the handset back in the cradle.
CIC
The door to the room opened, and all eyes looked to Tyler Standish, as he walked to the command table, where D'anna was staring up at the DRADIS.
"All ships present, and accounted for, Sir." Hindri called out. "They're holding position, awaiting clearance to resume fleet formation." he added.
"Are they?" Tyler asked, as he looked to the DRADIS.
After a moment, Tyler looked down to the table, and waited in silence a few moments, before looking back up.
"Mister Hindri... signal ALL ships in that group out there. Request IFF confirmation. Launch alert Vipers." Standish ordered.
"Aye... Sir." Hindri said, as he began to work his console.
"What are you doing?" D'anna whispered to Tyler.
"Dealing with hostiles." he shot back, looking at her.
"Sir... the Thunderstar and the Starfreeze are refusing to reply to signal... they say we know who they are." Hindri relayed.
"Tell them I thought I knew who they were." Standish shot back, as Hindri reluctantly began to send the message, as Standish just looked to the DRADIS.
TO BE CONTINUED...
CONTINUED...
OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR
13 DAYS AFTER HYPERLIGHT JUMP
The massive war vessel began to angle about, as in front of it, the various smaller ships of the fleet were jumping away, as multiple flashrings of light swept over them.
Finally, all the civilian ships had jumped away, and the awesome arsenal of the Thunderstar's weapons erupted to life, as countless tracers lanced outward into space, from the goliathan ship.
Mere seconds later, the targets of the Thunderstar's weapons entered into view...
Cylon Raiders... dozens upon dozens of them.
But the Cylons were not messing around. The forward wing of Raiders let loose with multiple volleys of missiles, breaking off, as the dozens of contrails shot towards the Thunderstar.
OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR
COMMAND CONTROL ROOM
The deck was jolted violently, by the multiple missile hits, as High Admiral Ardala braced himself on the command table, listening, as the reports of damage were called out to him.
"Sir! Those last missiles took out half of our portside batteries! Reports of structural decompressions from decks H through L! Aft port thruster group is down!" the Officer of the Guard called out, as another violent hit rocked the ship.
High Admiral Ardala looked out the windows of the forward command deck, and gazed upon the sight before his ship... a Cylon Basestar, and its countless Raiders, firing on his vessel. Suddenly, in the distance, behind the Basestar, another large FTL burst came into view, spitting out a second Cylon Basestar.
"Frak..." Ardala lamented, to himself. "We can't fight off these frakkers on our own. We have no choice, but to leave the Starfreeze with the civilian fleet, which leaves us to fend off the Cylons on our own. We can't go on like this." he added, still whispering to himself, as he turned to face the Officer of the Guard. "That's it... we're done here!" he began, calling out to the man. "Recall our fighters, and make the jump back to the fleet's emergency evac coordinates. we're through fighting like this." he added.
"Sir?" the Officer of the Guard replied.
"We can't go on like this... we need Urantia. When we get back to the others, we're jumping back to Urantia's fleet." he offered, as he began to walk away.
"Aye, Sir!" the Officer of the Guard answered.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The proud ship continued to lead her fleet along, the Gunstar Liberator beside her.
COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN
Tyler Standish sat back in his chair, at his desk, a half-empty bottle of brandy on the desk, as he held a framed photograph in his hand, gazing at it, as he slowly rocked in his chair.
It was a sepia-tone photograph of him and Eliza winnow, that had been taken of them, when they were on the surface of Emilon. It showed Eliza and Tyler, both smiling, their arms around each other, as they stood in front of one of the tall sailing ships, that sat docked at the harbor. Tyler's mind began to take him back to that day... that memory...
GLADMYSTON HARBOR, EMILON - 2.5 YEARS AGO
The bright blue sky was clear, on that beautiful and crisp Emilon morning, the cool and moist fresh air filling Tyler's lungs, as he slowly walked along the harborside with Eliza, holding her hand.
"So, what thinks you of our fair Gladmyston Harbor?" she asked him, as he looked to her, taking in the sight of her fiery red hair, and the features of her face... her milky-white skin. Tyler was especially fond of the corset she was wearing, for the view it offered.
"It's beautiful." he stated, not taking his eyes off her.
"I thought you'd enjoy seeing the ships." she added, as she indicated for Tyler to look to his left.
Tyler looked where she directed, and saw a proud tall sailing ship, moored at its dock, as various Emilonians in their military uniforms worked about on the ship, calling out orders to each other.
"That's the Prosperity." Eliza stated. "That's the ship Captain Kline trained and sailed on." she added.
"I like it... she's a fine vessel." Tyler said, looking back to Eliza.
Eliza looked at Standish, and how he appeared, standing in front of the Prosperity. He looked so commanding... so proud.
"Oh... we have to get a picture of this!" she exclaimed. "You look so noble, like that, the ship behind you." she said, as she took Standish's small camera out from one of his pockets, and grabbed the first of her fellow pilgrims she could find, walking along the dockside. "Oh, Jebra! Here!" she said, giving him the camera, and moving beside Tyler.
Jebra was an old man... tall and thin, with medium-length white hair, and a long beard of gray. He regarded the camera with curiosity, as he looked to Eliza.
"What do I do...?" he asked.
"Jebra, dear, just look through that window, until you see us, and part of the ship, and just press the button!" Eliza stated, as she wrapped her arms around Tyler, who returned the gesture, as they both smiled.
A click was heard, and the scene was preserved for all time.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53 - PRESENT DAY
The frozen image began to fade into a sepia tone, as Tyler Standish again found himself looking at the framed photo in his hands.
With a long sigh, Tyler leaned forward to place the photo back in its place on the desk, as he again slumped back in his chair.
He made a reach for the brandy bottle, but when he brought it close to himself, he had a change of heart, sighing with disgust, as he placed the bottle back on the desk.
He got out of his chair, and walked to his sofa, and was about to sit down, when the phone rang. He reversed his course, and walked to the desk, and picked up the handset.
"Yeah, what is it?" he asked, tired.
CIC
Sorry to bother you, Sir," Hindri began. "But you should know that the rest of our fleet just jumped back... including the Thunderstar and Starfreeze." he added.
COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN
"I'll be right there." Standish replied, setting the handset back in the cradle.
CIC
The door to the room opened, and all eyes looked to Tyler Standish, as he walked to the command table, where D'anna was staring up at the DRADIS.
"All ships present, and accounted for, Sir." Hindri called out. "They're holding position, awaiting clearance to resume fleet formation." he added.
"Are they?" Tyler asked, as he looked to the DRADIS.
After a moment, Tyler looked down to the table, and waited in silence a few moments, before looking back up.
"Mister Hindri... signal ALL ships in that group out there. Request IFF confirmation. Launch alert Vipers." Standish ordered.
"Aye... Sir." Hindri said, as he began to work his console.
"What are you doing?" D'anna whispered to Tyler.
"Dealing with hostiles." he shot back, looking at her.
"Sir... the Thunderstar and the Starfreeze are refusing to reply to signal... they say we know who they are." Hindri relayed.
"Tell them I thought I knew who they were." Standish shot back, as Hindri reluctantly began to send the message, as Standish just looked to the DRADIS.
TO BE CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Wayward Soldier" (EP. 006)
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The alert Vipers from Urantia came screaming out of the launch tubes, and fired their thrusters, heading for the twin Omironian warships.
OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR
COMMAND CONTROL ROOM
The Officer of the Guard looked to High Admiral Ardala, with shock on his face.
"Sir!" he began. "Urantia has launched alert Vipers! Now detecting Urantia's weapons coming to bear... targeting us, and the Starfreeze!" he exclaimed.
"What the frak is he thinking?" Ardala lamented, looking to his RADEX display.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
CIC
Hindri looked to Standish, as he delivered his report.
"Commander, the Thunderstar is still refusing to transmit her IFF authentication codes." he stated.
D'anna looked to Tyler, as his face wore a look of anger, as he lifted the phone up from the table, putting it to his face.
"This is Commander Tyler Standish, of the Colonila Battlestar Urantia, to approaching warships... transmit your IFF codes to us, or you will be regarded as hostile, and will be fired upon. This is your only warning." Standish said, curtly cutting off the transmission, as he set the phone back down.
OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR
COMMAND CONTROL ROOM
"He has to be bluffing, Sir!" Ardala's Officer of the Guard called out, as Ardala looked down to his command table.
Ardala looked back up, taking in the icons representing the Vipers on the RADEX.
"He wouldn't do it... he couldn't be that mad..." Ardala thought to himself.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
CIC
"Still no reply, Sir." Hindri lamented.
"Signal the Vipers... tell them to open fire... a warning volley, scrape the Thunderstar's hull." Tyler ordered.
Hindri wore a look of concern, as he slowly and reluctantly typed in the order to the Viper group.
URANTIA VIPER GROUP
The army of Vipers fell into formation, and fired out bursts from their guns, as they flew by the Thunderstar, strafing her, before again breaking off, and coming about.
GUNSTAR LIBERATOR
CIC
"My Gods!" the officer of the Watch called out, as Commander McAllister and Colonel Fisk looked on at the DRADIS. "Urantia's Vipers just opened fire! They strafed the Thunderstar!"
"What the frak is he doing?" McAllister asked himself, as he lifted the phone from the cradle on the table. "This is Liberator Actual... Tyler, what the hell are you doing?" he asked.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
CIC
Standish put the phone to his ear, as he replied.
"I'm showing those frakkers over there who is in charge here." he began. "They chose to stab us in the back, and stay behind... as far as I'm concerned, until I'm shown otherwise, those are hostile ships out there." he stated.
"Don't do this, Tyler." McAllister's voice pled.
Standish was silent for a moment, before he placed the phone back in the cradle, cutting off communications.
GUNSTAR LIBERATOR
CIC
McAllister looked to the now silent phone, as he set it back down. He turned to his XO, a look of urgency on his face.
"Put us between Urantia, and the Thunderstar... maybe we can put an end to this." McAllister offered, as Fisk nodded.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
CIC
"Sir!" Hindri called out. "Liberator's moving to put herself between us and the Thunderstar... into the line of fire!" he said.
"That's their choice." Standish began. "Target the Liberator... inform her, if she attempts to assist hostile vessels, she will be met with force." he added.
OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR
COMMAND CONTROL ROOM
"High Admiral! Urantia is now bringing her guns to bear on one of her own... the Liberator, Sir!" the Officer of the Guard stated.
The look on Ardala's face grew frustrated and angry, as he slammed his palms down onto the command table.
"Gods, dammit!" he shouted out. "Fine... send that stubborn motherfrakker our recognition codes!" he sternly ordered, as he looked up to the RADEX. "You bitter motherfrakker." he whispered to the icon representing Urantia.
GUNSTAR LIBERATOR
CIC
"Sir!" Fisk called out. "Urantia is standing down... the fleet has begun to transmit IFF codes to her." he added.
"That's fine... but that crazy frak actually had us in his gunsights... I'm not letting that go. Prep a Raptor for me... I'm going over there, to have a talk with "Commander" Standish." McAllister ordered, walking away, as Fisk nodded.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
CIC
Standish and D'anna looked to Hindri, as he recited the incoming data.
"The fleet's codes are in... all ships verified, and accounted for." Hindri reported.
"Very well... permit the ships to assume formation. Signal the captains of every ship in this fleet, that they are to meet me in the Wardroom, first thing in the morning." Tyler said. "And put me through to the Thunderstar."
"Aye, Sir... you're on." Hindri stated, as Standish turned to face the command table.
"High Admiral Ardala... this is Commander Tyler Standish. You have refused to acknowledge my authority as military commander of this fleet, and have willingly disobeyed the orders of the ranking Colonial military officer in charge. I am hereby placing you under arrest, under the charge of insubordination, and dereliction of duty. Upon the arrival of my Marines, you will surrender yourself to them, and be transported to Urantia, to await a general court martial. Any resistance will be met with deadly force. Urantia out." Tyler stated, as he looked to D'anna. "Send a Marine team, in a Raptor, over to Thunderstar." he added, as she nodded, watching, as he began walking out of CIC, a stunned crew looking after him.
TO BE CONTINUED...
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The alert Vipers from Urantia came screaming out of the launch tubes, and fired their thrusters, heading for the twin Omironian warships.
OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR
COMMAND CONTROL ROOM
The Officer of the Guard looked to High Admiral Ardala, with shock on his face.
"Sir!" he began. "Urantia has launched alert Vipers! Now detecting Urantia's weapons coming to bear... targeting us, and the Starfreeze!" he exclaimed.
"What the frak is he thinking?" Ardala lamented, looking to his RADEX display.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
CIC
Hindri looked to Standish, as he delivered his report.
"Commander, the Thunderstar is still refusing to transmit her IFF authentication codes." he stated.
D'anna looked to Tyler, as his face wore a look of anger, as he lifted the phone up from the table, putting it to his face.
"This is Commander Tyler Standish, of the Colonila Battlestar Urantia, to approaching warships... transmit your IFF codes to us, or you will be regarded as hostile, and will be fired upon. This is your only warning." Standish said, curtly cutting off the transmission, as he set the phone back down.
OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR
COMMAND CONTROL ROOM
"He has to be bluffing, Sir!" Ardala's Officer of the Guard called out, as Ardala looked down to his command table.
Ardala looked back up, taking in the icons representing the Vipers on the RADEX.
"He wouldn't do it... he couldn't be that mad..." Ardala thought to himself.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
CIC
"Still no reply, Sir." Hindri lamented.
"Signal the Vipers... tell them to open fire... a warning volley, scrape the Thunderstar's hull." Tyler ordered.
Hindri wore a look of concern, as he slowly and reluctantly typed in the order to the Viper group.
URANTIA VIPER GROUP
The army of Vipers fell into formation, and fired out bursts from their guns, as they flew by the Thunderstar, strafing her, before again breaking off, and coming about.
GUNSTAR LIBERATOR
CIC
"My Gods!" the officer of the Watch called out, as Commander McAllister and Colonel Fisk looked on at the DRADIS. "Urantia's Vipers just opened fire! They strafed the Thunderstar!"
"What the frak is he doing?" McAllister asked himself, as he lifted the phone from the cradle on the table. "This is Liberator Actual... Tyler, what the hell are you doing?" he asked.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
CIC
Standish put the phone to his ear, as he replied.
"I'm showing those frakkers over there who is in charge here." he began. "They chose to stab us in the back, and stay behind... as far as I'm concerned, until I'm shown otherwise, those are hostile ships out there." he stated.
"Don't do this, Tyler." McAllister's voice pled.
Standish was silent for a moment, before he placed the phone back in the cradle, cutting off communications.
GUNSTAR LIBERATOR
CIC
McAllister looked to the now silent phone, as he set it back down. He turned to his XO, a look of urgency on his face.
"Put us between Urantia, and the Thunderstar... maybe we can put an end to this." McAllister offered, as Fisk nodded.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
CIC
"Sir!" Hindri called out. "Liberator's moving to put herself between us and the Thunderstar... into the line of fire!" he said.
"That's their choice." Standish began. "Target the Liberator... inform her, if she attempts to assist hostile vessels, she will be met with force." he added.
OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR
COMMAND CONTROL ROOM
"High Admiral! Urantia is now bringing her guns to bear on one of her own... the Liberator, Sir!" the Officer of the Guard stated.
The look on Ardala's face grew frustrated and angry, as he slammed his palms down onto the command table.
"Gods, dammit!" he shouted out. "Fine... send that stubborn motherfrakker our recognition codes!" he sternly ordered, as he looked up to the RADEX. "You bitter motherfrakker." he whispered to the icon representing Urantia.
GUNSTAR LIBERATOR
CIC
"Sir!" Fisk called out. "Urantia is standing down... the fleet has begun to transmit IFF codes to her." he added.
"That's fine... but that crazy frak actually had us in his gunsights... I'm not letting that go. Prep a Raptor for me... I'm going over there, to have a talk with "Commander" Standish." McAllister ordered, walking away, as Fisk nodded.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
CIC
Standish and D'anna looked to Hindri, as he recited the incoming data.
"The fleet's codes are in... all ships verified, and accounted for." Hindri reported.
"Very well... permit the ships to assume formation. Signal the captains of every ship in this fleet, that they are to meet me in the Wardroom, first thing in the morning." Tyler said. "And put me through to the Thunderstar."
"Aye, Sir... you're on." Hindri stated, as Standish turned to face the command table.
"High Admiral Ardala... this is Commander Tyler Standish. You have refused to acknowledge my authority as military commander of this fleet, and have willingly disobeyed the orders of the ranking Colonial military officer in charge. I am hereby placing you under arrest, under the charge of insubordination, and dereliction of duty. Upon the arrival of my Marines, you will surrender yourself to them, and be transported to Urantia, to await a general court martial. Any resistance will be met with deadly force. Urantia out." Tyler stated, as he looked to D'anna. "Send a Marine team, in a Raptor, over to Thunderstar." he added, as she nodded, watching, as he began walking out of CIC, a stunned crew looking after him.
TO BE CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Wayward Soldier" (EP. 006)
Written by BolianAdmiral and Macker
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The ship held position at the head of the newly re-combined fleet, as a lone Raptor shot out of the port flight pod, and proceeded on its way to the massive Thunderstar.
OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR
COMMAND CONTROL ROOM
The Officer of the Guard looked to High Admiral Ardala, with shock on his face.
"Sir! Surely, we cannot allow this... the man is obviously out of his mind!" he remarked, as Adrala turned to face him.
"No... there will be no resistance. Let his Marines come. We'll see how far this farce will go." Ardala lamented, as he looked his officer in the eyes. "Truth is, Standish is right. The entire time we were with the fleet, we always knew that even though I carry the rank of High Admiral... it was a Colonial fleet that we joined, and so, Standish WAS the man in charge. He was the ranking officer. Somehow, we managed to get by all that time, with that mutual silent understanding. Now he's called us on it." he stated, as his officer looked to him, unsure what to say.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
D'anna turned to face the door to the CIC, as it opened, allowing Commander McAllister to enter.
The man walked up to D'anna, still in his flight suit, and paused in front of her, as she saluted.
"Commander." she offered.
"Colonel. Where's Standish?" he asked, to the point.
D'anna looked to him, unsure what he had in mind.
"Come to see if he's gone mad?" she offered.
"“Look,” said McAllister, “I know that Tyler disagrees with my decision to go help. I’m not going to go against him, and I came over here so he can hear me out." he said, lowering his voice a bit. "Where is he?" he prodded.
"The gym." D'anna answered, as McAllister turned to walk away. "Be prepared for a real thrashing." she called out, causing him to pause, and turn back to her.
"God's will, it won't come to that." McAllister replied, as he left.
D'anna pondered his last remark... did he just refer to a singular God, or was it the slip of the tongue?
URANTIA CORRIDOR
McAllister picked up the pace, as he roundede the corner, and walked to the Officer's Head, where he paused, to walk inside, and remove his flight suit, revealing his regular duty uniform underneath. He neatly folded the flight suit, and placed it on a counter, as he then left the room.
URANTIA GYM
A pair of fists repeatedly struck a large speedbag, as Tyler worked off his angers on the bag, his teeth clenched, and sweat beading on his face.
Behind him, the figure of Commander McAllister stood in the open doorway, his shillouette framed by the light of the corridor.
“So!” exclaimed McAllister, loudly enough where he knew he would not be ignored. “I see you’re taking whatever’s been eating at you.”
"What the frak is it to you?" Standish shot back, still punching the bag.
"I just want to know what the FRAK you were thinking!" McAllister added, walking up to Tyler, facing him. "Turning your guns on one of your own! Are you that frakking screwed in the head?" he shot.
Tyler stopped hitting the bag, and held it aside, so he could face McAllister.
"Those motherfrakkers had it coming, when they chose to abandon us, and their duty... and YOU... you were going to HELP them?" Tyler shot back, almost laughing. "Not in my fleet, Mister." he added.
This cut it for McAllister, and his look turned serious and sour, as he looked right into Standish's eyes.
"You can't just go around, shouting orders, and pushing the fleet around... we're a fleet, not your wife!" he spat.
That was the wrong thing to say to Tyler, as McAllister soon discovered.
"You godsdamned, motherfrakking..." Standish began, snarling at the man, as with violent force, he threw a mighty punch at McAllister, which hit him right in his left jaw, as his head was swept aside by the impact. "I'll frakking kill you!" Standish spat, his eyes wide and angry, as he tried to throw another punch.
McAllister looked back to Tyler just in time to block his second punch, as he offered one of his own, which hit Tyler in the face, sending him back. As Tyler regained his balance, he rushed for McAllister, and lunged at him, landing into him, both men falling to the ground, grappling with each other.
McAllister raised Tyler up against the edge of the boxing ring, and as he stood, delivered another punch to Standish, who then grabbed McAllister, and with all his might, threw him up onto the platform of the boxing ring, before climbing up after him.
"Just like home, eh, Tyler?" McAllister goaded. "Bill told me at that party, what happened, when you and the wife had a few too many." he shot, his words stabbing Tyler like needles.
"Frak you!" Tyler began, shaking his head, as he again rushed for McAllister.
The two men began exchanging punches again, as blood began to dip from the sides of both their lips, as the finally, McAllister landed one powerful blow to Tyler, that sent him falling down in the corner, as he lay slumped against the ropes, his head hanging down.
McAllister looked on for a moment, until he realized that he could hear Tyler beginning to very softly sob.
Wiping the blood from his chin, McAllister walked over to where Tyler was, and sat down beside him.
"Hey... you okay?" he asked.
After a long moment, Tyler lifted his head up, looking to the lights on the ceiling. McAllister saw that his face was streaked with tears.
"I-- I don't know." Tyler began, now turning to face his friend. "Gods, Darryl... I really don't know." he added, as his face began to display all the pain that had been bottled up inside him for all these years.
McAllister looked to Tyler, with sympathy for a few minutes, before offering a comment of his own.
"You know, Tyler... you've crossed a line with this fleet. A line that was always there, but never spoken of... and probably should never have been crossed." he offered.
"So what do I do?" Standish asked, looking to the floor.
"Both our wives are dead, Tyler... and with them, our former lives on the Colonies. All we can do now, is go forward... WE will have to kepp moving forward, now that we've crossed the line. We have to see our actions through to the end. But you also made a promise, to that fleet out there... a promise to take us back to the Colonies." McAllister offered.
"We have an obligation... a duty, you and I, Darryl... to our brothers and sisters on Galactica. We can't leave them alone in the dark." Tyler replied, looking to McAllister, who felt for his old friend.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Written by BolianAdmiral and Macker
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The ship held position at the head of the newly re-combined fleet, as a lone Raptor shot out of the port flight pod, and proceeded on its way to the massive Thunderstar.
OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR
COMMAND CONTROL ROOM
The Officer of the Guard looked to High Admiral Ardala, with shock on his face.
"Sir! Surely, we cannot allow this... the man is obviously out of his mind!" he remarked, as Adrala turned to face him.
"No... there will be no resistance. Let his Marines come. We'll see how far this farce will go." Ardala lamented, as he looked his officer in the eyes. "Truth is, Standish is right. The entire time we were with the fleet, we always knew that even though I carry the rank of High Admiral... it was a Colonial fleet that we joined, and so, Standish WAS the man in charge. He was the ranking officer. Somehow, we managed to get by all that time, with that mutual silent understanding. Now he's called us on it." he stated, as his officer looked to him, unsure what to say.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
D'anna turned to face the door to the CIC, as it opened, allowing Commander McAllister to enter.
The man walked up to D'anna, still in his flight suit, and paused in front of her, as she saluted.
"Commander." she offered.
"Colonel. Where's Standish?" he asked, to the point.
D'anna looked to him, unsure what he had in mind.
"Come to see if he's gone mad?" she offered.
"“Look,” said McAllister, “I know that Tyler disagrees with my decision to go help. I’m not going to go against him, and I came over here so he can hear me out." he said, lowering his voice a bit. "Where is he?" he prodded.
"The gym." D'anna answered, as McAllister turned to walk away. "Be prepared for a real thrashing." she called out, causing him to pause, and turn back to her.
"God's will, it won't come to that." McAllister replied, as he left.
D'anna pondered his last remark... did he just refer to a singular God, or was it the slip of the tongue?
URANTIA CORRIDOR
McAllister picked up the pace, as he roundede the corner, and walked to the Officer's Head, where he paused, to walk inside, and remove his flight suit, revealing his regular duty uniform underneath. He neatly folded the flight suit, and placed it on a counter, as he then left the room.
URANTIA GYM
A pair of fists repeatedly struck a large speedbag, as Tyler worked off his angers on the bag, his teeth clenched, and sweat beading on his face.
Behind him, the figure of Commander McAllister stood in the open doorway, his shillouette framed by the light of the corridor.
“So!” exclaimed McAllister, loudly enough where he knew he would not be ignored. “I see you’re taking whatever’s been eating at you.”
"What the frak is it to you?" Standish shot back, still punching the bag.
"I just want to know what the FRAK you were thinking!" McAllister added, walking up to Tyler, facing him. "Turning your guns on one of your own! Are you that frakking screwed in the head?" he shot.
Tyler stopped hitting the bag, and held it aside, so he could face McAllister.
"Those motherfrakkers had it coming, when they chose to abandon us, and their duty... and YOU... you were going to HELP them?" Tyler shot back, almost laughing. "Not in my fleet, Mister." he added.
This cut it for McAllister, and his look turned serious and sour, as he looked right into Standish's eyes.
"You can't just go around, shouting orders, and pushing the fleet around... we're a fleet, not your wife!" he spat.
That was the wrong thing to say to Tyler, as McAllister soon discovered.
"You godsdamned, motherfrakking..." Standish began, snarling at the man, as with violent force, he threw a mighty punch at McAllister, which hit him right in his left jaw, as his head was swept aside by the impact. "I'll frakking kill you!" Standish spat, his eyes wide and angry, as he tried to throw another punch.
McAllister looked back to Tyler just in time to block his second punch, as he offered one of his own, which hit Tyler in the face, sending him back. As Tyler regained his balance, he rushed for McAllister, and lunged at him, landing into him, both men falling to the ground, grappling with each other.
McAllister raised Tyler up against the edge of the boxing ring, and as he stood, delivered another punch to Standish, who then grabbed McAllister, and with all his might, threw him up onto the platform of the boxing ring, before climbing up after him.
"Just like home, eh, Tyler?" McAllister goaded. "Bill told me at that party, what happened, when you and the wife had a few too many." he shot, his words stabbing Tyler like needles.
"Frak you!" Tyler began, shaking his head, as he again rushed for McAllister.
The two men began exchanging punches again, as blood began to dip from the sides of both their lips, as the finally, McAllister landed one powerful blow to Tyler, that sent him falling down in the corner, as he lay slumped against the ropes, his head hanging down.
McAllister looked on for a moment, until he realized that he could hear Tyler beginning to very softly sob.
Wiping the blood from his chin, McAllister walked over to where Tyler was, and sat down beside him.
"Hey... you okay?" he asked.
After a long moment, Tyler lifted his head up, looking to the lights on the ceiling. McAllister saw that his face was streaked with tears.
"I-- I don't know." Tyler began, now turning to face his friend. "Gods, Darryl... I really don't know." he added, as his face began to display all the pain that had been bottled up inside him for all these years.
McAllister looked to Tyler, with sympathy for a few minutes, before offering a comment of his own.
"You know, Tyler... you've crossed a line with this fleet. A line that was always there, but never spoken of... and probably should never have been crossed." he offered.
"So what do I do?" Standish asked, looking to the floor.
"Both our wives are dead, Tyler... and with them, our former lives on the Colonies. All we can do now, is go forward... WE will have to kepp moving forward, now that we've crossed the line. We have to see our actions through to the end. But you also made a promise, to that fleet out there... a promise to take us back to the Colonies." McAllister offered.
"We have an obligation... a duty, you and I, Darryl... to our brothers and sisters on Galactica. We can't leave them alone in the dark." Tyler replied, looking to McAllister, who felt for his old friend.
TO BE CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Wayward Soldier" (EP. 006)
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Battlestar continued along, her fleet behind her.
BRIG
From inside his cell, High Admiral Ardala looked up at the man standing before him... Tyler Standish.
The two men did not say a word, as they exchanged looks. Ardala looked up to Standish from his bed, where he sat, as Tyler stood tall and proud, right outside the cell bars.
"Well." Ardala began. "You did it, Tyler... you won. You showed us all." he added, as he now arose from the bedside, and walked up to the bars, to face Standish. "You're it... the head man. The top dog. That what you wanted?" he asked.
Tyler merely stared back at Ardala.
"I have no desire to humiliate you." Standish stated.
"Oh... of course not!" Ardala shot back, almost chuckling. "In fact, the sad thing is, Commander, that you were right. You always were the one in command. It was just that nobody ever made it official. For two whole years, we were perfectly happy to get by, working on an unspoken honor system... until Galactica came along." he added.
Standish just looked back at Ardala.
"So yes, Commander... I'm guilty. And I'm perfectly willing to face up for what I did. But the challenge facing you now, is... what do you do to prevent something like this from ever happening again?" Ardala asked, looking to Tyler with a question in his eyes.
"I don't know." Tyler offered, bluntly.
"Mm-hmm..." Ardala replied, nodding, as he moved to sit back down on his bed, facing Tyler, looking back up to him. "Well, I think I can help you there, Commander." he added, as Tyler looked to him with interest.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Battlestar sailed through space, guiding her fleet along, as the Gunstar Liberator held position alongside, as the twin Omironian warships loomed large in the distance, as Vipers flew CAP past the ships.
CIC
The humming of the DRADIS filled the large room, as the door opened, and Tyler Standish walked in, carrying a manila folder, as he walked to the command table, as all eyes watched him.
D'anna looked to him, as he returned her look, offering a small smile to her.
She returned his smile, as he placed the folder down onto the table, and opened it, revealing a document on Colonial stationary.
"What's that?" she asked.
"Our future." Standish replied, offering another slight smile, as he lifted the phone from the cradle, and activated the intercom, facing the document before him.
Tyler took a few deep and calm breaths, before finally speaking.
"Attention crew of the Battlestar Urantia... ships of the fleet. This is your Commander." he began. "Over two years ago, we were taken away from everything we knew. Our Colonies, our homes, our ways of life... and our laws. For the past two and a half years, we have been operating upon a thin line... an unwritten code. Recent events have starkly illustrated the problems that arise, when a set structure is not put firmly and clearly in place. This fleet IS a Colonial fleet. I AM the ranking Colonial officer, and thus, am in total command of this fleet. High Admiral Ardala has admitted that, and has also taken responsibility for violating my orders. However, I also, am not without fault." he went on. "I had made a promise, to this fleet, that I would return to the Colonies, and make a stand against the Cylons. That was before Pegasus. Before Galactica. However, it WAS still a promise." he added.
D'anna and the CIC crew watched, transfixed, as he continued his speech.
"The Urantia and her crew, as well as the other ships from the Colonies, cannot and will not turn our backs on our brethren on the Galactica. I will also not break my promise. So, this is what we're left with..." Tyler began, looking again to the document on the table, as he continued. "What we have now, and for the duration of our voyage, from this point, until we reach Caprica, is our first new fleetwide law... an agreement and compromise, drafted in mutual understanding, by the Captains and citizens of the ships of the fleet, and accepted by myself, and the military commanders of this fleet. This charter... this document, will be known as the Urantia Compact." he added.
D'anna walked to stand beside him, as she lokked down at the paper, as he read from it.
"To it," he began. "The people of the civilian fleet, the military commanders of the fleet, and the commander of the Battlestar Urantia, do hereby in good faith, agree to the following items, terms, and conditions. Item One... it shall be hereforth understood that upon official acknowledgement of this Urantia Compact, that the Battlestar Urantia shall set forth on course for Colonial space, per the terms of the original verbal pledge, of Commander Tyler Standish. Item Two... in exchange for the honoring of said Item One, the people of the civilian fleet, and the military commanders of the civilian fleet do hereby make the following solemn pledge... the we shall hereforth accept, without precondition, or reservation, the authority of Commander Tyler Standish, as THE one and only voice of authority to rule, amongst the fleet, and do hereforth pledge our loyalty to him, and his orders." he added. "Finally, Item Three. The people of the civilian fleet, and the military commanders of the fleet, having understood and agreed to above Items, do hereby proceed with approval, with the understanding that upon arrival in Colonial space, and completion of original mission objectives, the Battlestar Urantia shall be at said time, released from the bonds of this covenant, and shall at that time begin pursual of the Battlestar Galactica. Having understood and agreed to all above said Items, the people of the civilian fleet, the military commanders of the fleet, and Commander Tyler Standish do hereby officially acknowledge this Urantia Compact as policy and rule of law. So be it. So say we all." Standish finished.
For a short moment, all was quiet in CIC, as everybody took in what had just been spoken. Finally, the silence was broken.
"SO SAY WE ALL! SO SAY WE ALL! SO SAY WE ALL!" the CIC crew cheered, as Standish looked to D'anna, and smiled, offering his hand to her.
She took his hand, but pulled him close, embracing him in a big hug, as he held her tight.
TO BE CONTINUED...
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Battlestar continued along, her fleet behind her.
BRIG
From inside his cell, High Admiral Ardala looked up at the man standing before him... Tyler Standish.
The two men did not say a word, as they exchanged looks. Ardala looked up to Standish from his bed, where he sat, as Tyler stood tall and proud, right outside the cell bars.
"Well." Ardala began. "You did it, Tyler... you won. You showed us all." he added, as he now arose from the bedside, and walked up to the bars, to face Standish. "You're it... the head man. The top dog. That what you wanted?" he asked.
Tyler merely stared back at Ardala.
"I have no desire to humiliate you." Standish stated.
"Oh... of course not!" Ardala shot back, almost chuckling. "In fact, the sad thing is, Commander, that you were right. You always were the one in command. It was just that nobody ever made it official. For two whole years, we were perfectly happy to get by, working on an unspoken honor system... until Galactica came along." he added.
Standish just looked back at Ardala.
"So yes, Commander... I'm guilty. And I'm perfectly willing to face up for what I did. But the challenge facing you now, is... what do you do to prevent something like this from ever happening again?" Ardala asked, looking to Tyler with a question in his eyes.
"I don't know." Tyler offered, bluntly.
"Mm-hmm..." Ardala replied, nodding, as he moved to sit back down on his bed, facing Tyler, looking back up to him. "Well, I think I can help you there, Commander." he added, as Tyler looked to him with interest.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Battlestar sailed through space, guiding her fleet along, as the Gunstar Liberator held position alongside, as the twin Omironian warships loomed large in the distance, as Vipers flew CAP past the ships.
CIC
The humming of the DRADIS filled the large room, as the door opened, and Tyler Standish walked in, carrying a manila folder, as he walked to the command table, as all eyes watched him.
D'anna looked to him, as he returned her look, offering a small smile to her.
She returned his smile, as he placed the folder down onto the table, and opened it, revealing a document on Colonial stationary.
"What's that?" she asked.
"Our future." Standish replied, offering another slight smile, as he lifted the phone from the cradle, and activated the intercom, facing the document before him.
Tyler took a few deep and calm breaths, before finally speaking.
"Attention crew of the Battlestar Urantia... ships of the fleet. This is your Commander." he began. "Over two years ago, we were taken away from everything we knew. Our Colonies, our homes, our ways of life... and our laws. For the past two and a half years, we have been operating upon a thin line... an unwritten code. Recent events have starkly illustrated the problems that arise, when a set structure is not put firmly and clearly in place. This fleet IS a Colonial fleet. I AM the ranking Colonial officer, and thus, am in total command of this fleet. High Admiral Ardala has admitted that, and has also taken responsibility for violating my orders. However, I also, am not without fault." he went on. "I had made a promise, to this fleet, that I would return to the Colonies, and make a stand against the Cylons. That was before Pegasus. Before Galactica. However, it WAS still a promise." he added.
D'anna and the CIC crew watched, transfixed, as he continued his speech.
"The Urantia and her crew, as well as the other ships from the Colonies, cannot and will not turn our backs on our brethren on the Galactica. I will also not break my promise. So, this is what we're left with..." Tyler began, looking again to the document on the table, as he continued. "What we have now, and for the duration of our voyage, from this point, until we reach Caprica, is our first new fleetwide law... an agreement and compromise, drafted in mutual understanding, by the Captains and citizens of the ships of the fleet, and accepted by myself, and the military commanders of this fleet. This charter... this document, will be known as the Urantia Compact." he added.
D'anna walked to stand beside him, as she lokked down at the paper, as he read from it.
"To it," he began. "The people of the civilian fleet, the military commanders of the fleet, and the commander of the Battlestar Urantia, do hereby in good faith, agree to the following items, terms, and conditions. Item One... it shall be hereforth understood that upon official acknowledgement of this Urantia Compact, that the Battlestar Urantia shall set forth on course for Colonial space, per the terms of the original verbal pledge, of Commander Tyler Standish. Item Two... in exchange for the honoring of said Item One, the people of the civilian fleet, and the military commanders of the civilian fleet do hereby make the following solemn pledge... the we shall hereforth accept, without precondition, or reservation, the authority of Commander Tyler Standish, as THE one and only voice of authority to rule, amongst the fleet, and do hereforth pledge our loyalty to him, and his orders." he added. "Finally, Item Three. The people of the civilian fleet, and the military commanders of the fleet, having understood and agreed to above Items, do hereby proceed with approval, with the understanding that upon arrival in Colonial space, and completion of original mission objectives, the Battlestar Urantia shall be at said time, released from the bonds of this covenant, and shall at that time begin pursual of the Battlestar Galactica. Having understood and agreed to all above said Items, the people of the civilian fleet, the military commanders of the fleet, and Commander Tyler Standish do hereby officially acknowledge this Urantia Compact as policy and rule of law. So be it. So say we all." Standish finished.
For a short moment, all was quiet in CIC, as everybody took in what had just been spoken. Finally, the silence was broken.
"SO SAY WE ALL! SO SAY WE ALL! SO SAY WE ALL!" the CIC crew cheered, as Standish looked to D'anna, and smiled, offering his hand to her.
She took his hand, but pulled him close, embracing him in a big hug, as he held her tight.
TO BE CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Wayward Soldier" (EP. 006)
Written by Macker and BolianAdmiral
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Battlestar continued along, as the giant twin Omironian warships sailed alongside her, dwarfing Urantia.
COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN
High Admiral Jordan Ardala stood before Standish's desk, looking to Tyler, as the Marine guard stood by the door, ever watchful.
Tyler finished signing some reports, and closed the folder over the documents, as he took his glasses off, looking up to Ardala.
"So." he began. "You've made up your mind... you really want to do this?' he asked.
"It's the best way." Ardala began. "I want to spare the fleet the dragging spectacle of a court martial, and I know I disobeyed orders, so I may as well throw in the towel... at my age, I can't go back to a lower rank, and work my way up again. No... I'm resigning from the Omironian Stellar Guard." he added, as he reached to his uniform shirt cuffs, and removed his High Admiral's badges of office, and placing them on Standish's desk, as Tyler watched. "Military rule of law states that you are an Admiral now, Sir. You now command Urantia, as well as preside over five other military ships... our two warships, Liberator, and the two military ships from Emilon, since you are the ranking Colonial officer." he said, looking at Tyler.
Standish just looked at Ardala, and leaned back in his chair, letting out a deep sigh, as he looked to Jordan, as he got up from his chair.
"I suppose you're right, at that." he began. "Guess I'll have to have a set of Admiral's pips made." he went on. "I just want you to know... I never wanted this. It was never my intention to humiliate anyone, or make a power-grab. The situation kind of went in the direction it wanted to." he added.
"I agree." Ardala replied. "It was bound to happen, sooner or later." he agreed.
Jordan Ardala smiled, and nodded to Standish, as he turned to leave the room.
"Jordan!" Standish called after him, as Ardala turned to face Tyler.
Standish stood straight, and offered Ardala a proud and very genuine salute.
Ardala turned to face Tyler, and returned his salute, equally straight.
"Thank you, Sir." he offered, as with that, he turned to leave.
OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR
PORT HANGAR DECK
Inside the massive cavernous hangar deck, the crew and deck gang of the Thunderstar were lined up in neat formations, around a central deck elevator, upon which a lone flag-draped coffin rested. Presiding over the group, at the central podium, was the Captain of the Thunderstar, Thomas Pinter.
The events of the past weeks had taken their toll on the crew of the Thunderstar, and the last few days had weighed especially heavy on Captain Pinter. His face was full of exhaustion. His skin was paler, his face narrow and slender, and his eyes seemed to vanish into deep dark black sockets. He brushed aside a few bangs of stray hair, that fell in front of his eyes, as he completed his eulogy.
"And we shall all go forward, being assured that she died in honorable service, to her ship, her crewmates, and her people. And though she gave her life to the Cylons during our separation, her death shall forever hold meaning, for it shall remind us of the terrible price we pay, when we abandon our unity... our strength... our family, so that we may never again falter so. In the Gods, we entrust." he said, finishing.
"IN THE GODS, WE ENTRUST!" the assembled masses shouted, in reply.
"DISMISSED!" Captain Pinter shouted, as the crowd began to disperse.
At the front of the altar, many of the fleet’s Captains gathered to shake Pinter’s hand, in an informal act of brotherhood, as well as pat him on the back at the same time. Eventually, it came time for Commander McAllister to do the same. He turned to his XO.
“Bob, hang loose for a while, OK?” Fisk nodded, just as McAllister grasped Pinter’s hand.
"Captain Pinter, on behalf of my ship and crew, I offer you my comfort and condolences. Godspeed.” McAllister offered.
“Thank you, Commander McAllister.” Pinter replied. He was about halfway through the command officers from the other vessels: Colonial, Omironian, and Emilonian, and was beginning to tire a bit. "Circumstances aside... are you enjoying the ship?" he asked.
"Aye, Sir... but this is not ship... it's a frakking continent with windows and engines." McAllister replied, as he leaned a bit closer to Pinter. "Sir... if I might... a question?" he asked. "Do you have private chapels avaiable for personal worship?” he softly inquired.
“Certainly.” Pinter turned to a nearby aide. “Corporal Darow, could you please escort Commander McAllister to the Chapel?" he instructed.
OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR
Viper and Starcat CAPs again flew past the massive ship, as it sailed alongside Urantia.
THUNDERSTAR CORRIDOR
McAllister and the junior Omironian NCO walked down the corridor, with many crew going about their duties. They kept with the flow of traffic.
“So,” began McAllister, “I noticed that your Services are more ecumenical than ours. Why is that?”
“Well, Commander,” Corporal Darow began, “Our society allows total freedom of worship in whatever deity or group of deities one chooses to follow. It hasn’t always been that way, though.”
“How so?” McAllister asked, looking to the young woman.
"About a hundred fifty years ago, there was a terrible war forced upon us by those who worshiped a jealous demon named Maloc. Its followers were fanatically primitive, demanding human sacrifice and even gave up their children to try and take over the planet. They were against anyone who worshiped deities, and even more enraged with those who didn’t believe in any god at all. They considered themselves ‘holy warriors’, and were anything but.” she replied.
“That’s horrible.” McAllister lamented.
“That was nothing,” solemnly intoned the young NCO. “Then, the Day of Judgment came. The Followers of Maloc obtained several nuclear warheads and detonated them in three cities, murdering millions of us. Our allied leaders decided enough was enough. Two hours after we lost those three cities, the Followers of Maloc were wiped clean from our world. Those who survived those retaliatory strikes left and went elsewhere.”
"God." McAllister stated, in morbid amazement.
“It’s also why we observe the Day of Atonement the next day, and those two commemorations are on our calendar ever since.” the young woman stated, as they reached a set of double-doors. Darow pushed them open, and they went inside. "The Chapel, Commander." she announced.
McAllister saw two simple rows of pews; the lead row had two rails in front, one for each set. At the front was a smooth altar, carved from Omironian marble. On the altar itself were two simple candles. No other symbols were present.
Darow went to light the candles, then turned to see the Liberator’s Commander already at the rails, his hands folded and head bowed.
"Do you follow the One True God, Sir?" she asked.
McAllister looked to her for a moment, unsure of the measure of her trust, but nevertheless decided to open up to her.
“Yes,” he said, “but it is against the law for me to do so in public. Or, at least it was back in the Colonies. I’ve never pressed the issue with Commander Standish.” he offered.
“Well, you are free here,” answered Corporal Darow. She took a place beside Commander McAllister and also folded her hands and bowed her head.
The two of officers, Colonial and Omironian, began: “Heavenly Father, forgive our sins...”
TO BE CONTINUED...
Written by Macker and BolianAdmiral
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Battlestar continued along, as the giant twin Omironian warships sailed alongside her, dwarfing Urantia.
COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN
High Admiral Jordan Ardala stood before Standish's desk, looking to Tyler, as the Marine guard stood by the door, ever watchful.
Tyler finished signing some reports, and closed the folder over the documents, as he took his glasses off, looking up to Ardala.
"So." he began. "You've made up your mind... you really want to do this?' he asked.
"It's the best way." Ardala began. "I want to spare the fleet the dragging spectacle of a court martial, and I know I disobeyed orders, so I may as well throw in the towel... at my age, I can't go back to a lower rank, and work my way up again. No... I'm resigning from the Omironian Stellar Guard." he added, as he reached to his uniform shirt cuffs, and removed his High Admiral's badges of office, and placing them on Standish's desk, as Tyler watched. "Military rule of law states that you are an Admiral now, Sir. You now command Urantia, as well as preside over five other military ships... our two warships, Liberator, and the two military ships from Emilon, since you are the ranking Colonial officer." he said, looking at Tyler.
Standish just looked at Ardala, and leaned back in his chair, letting out a deep sigh, as he looked to Jordan, as he got up from his chair.
"I suppose you're right, at that." he began. "Guess I'll have to have a set of Admiral's pips made." he went on. "I just want you to know... I never wanted this. It was never my intention to humiliate anyone, or make a power-grab. The situation kind of went in the direction it wanted to." he added.
"I agree." Ardala replied. "It was bound to happen, sooner or later." he agreed.
Jordan Ardala smiled, and nodded to Standish, as he turned to leave the room.
"Jordan!" Standish called after him, as Ardala turned to face Tyler.
Standish stood straight, and offered Ardala a proud and very genuine salute.
Ardala turned to face Tyler, and returned his salute, equally straight.
"Thank you, Sir." he offered, as with that, he turned to leave.
OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR
PORT HANGAR DECK
Inside the massive cavernous hangar deck, the crew and deck gang of the Thunderstar were lined up in neat formations, around a central deck elevator, upon which a lone flag-draped coffin rested. Presiding over the group, at the central podium, was the Captain of the Thunderstar, Thomas Pinter.
The events of the past weeks had taken their toll on the crew of the Thunderstar, and the last few days had weighed especially heavy on Captain Pinter. His face was full of exhaustion. His skin was paler, his face narrow and slender, and his eyes seemed to vanish into deep dark black sockets. He brushed aside a few bangs of stray hair, that fell in front of his eyes, as he completed his eulogy.
"And we shall all go forward, being assured that she died in honorable service, to her ship, her crewmates, and her people. And though she gave her life to the Cylons during our separation, her death shall forever hold meaning, for it shall remind us of the terrible price we pay, when we abandon our unity... our strength... our family, so that we may never again falter so. In the Gods, we entrust." he said, finishing.
"IN THE GODS, WE ENTRUST!" the assembled masses shouted, in reply.
"DISMISSED!" Captain Pinter shouted, as the crowd began to disperse.
At the front of the altar, many of the fleet’s Captains gathered to shake Pinter’s hand, in an informal act of brotherhood, as well as pat him on the back at the same time. Eventually, it came time for Commander McAllister to do the same. He turned to his XO.
“Bob, hang loose for a while, OK?” Fisk nodded, just as McAllister grasped Pinter’s hand.
"Captain Pinter, on behalf of my ship and crew, I offer you my comfort and condolences. Godspeed.” McAllister offered.
“Thank you, Commander McAllister.” Pinter replied. He was about halfway through the command officers from the other vessels: Colonial, Omironian, and Emilonian, and was beginning to tire a bit. "Circumstances aside... are you enjoying the ship?" he asked.
"Aye, Sir... but this is not ship... it's a frakking continent with windows and engines." McAllister replied, as he leaned a bit closer to Pinter. "Sir... if I might... a question?" he asked. "Do you have private chapels avaiable for personal worship?” he softly inquired.
“Certainly.” Pinter turned to a nearby aide. “Corporal Darow, could you please escort Commander McAllister to the Chapel?" he instructed.
OMIRONIAN WARSHIP THUNDERSTAR
Viper and Starcat CAPs again flew past the massive ship, as it sailed alongside Urantia.
THUNDERSTAR CORRIDOR
McAllister and the junior Omironian NCO walked down the corridor, with many crew going about their duties. They kept with the flow of traffic.
“So,” began McAllister, “I noticed that your Services are more ecumenical than ours. Why is that?”
“Well, Commander,” Corporal Darow began, “Our society allows total freedom of worship in whatever deity or group of deities one chooses to follow. It hasn’t always been that way, though.”
“How so?” McAllister asked, looking to the young woman.
"About a hundred fifty years ago, there was a terrible war forced upon us by those who worshiped a jealous demon named Maloc. Its followers were fanatically primitive, demanding human sacrifice and even gave up their children to try and take over the planet. They were against anyone who worshiped deities, and even more enraged with those who didn’t believe in any god at all. They considered themselves ‘holy warriors’, and were anything but.” she replied.
“That’s horrible.” McAllister lamented.
“That was nothing,” solemnly intoned the young NCO. “Then, the Day of Judgment came. The Followers of Maloc obtained several nuclear warheads and detonated them in three cities, murdering millions of us. Our allied leaders decided enough was enough. Two hours after we lost those three cities, the Followers of Maloc were wiped clean from our world. Those who survived those retaliatory strikes left and went elsewhere.”
"God." McAllister stated, in morbid amazement.
“It’s also why we observe the Day of Atonement the next day, and those two commemorations are on our calendar ever since.” the young woman stated, as they reached a set of double-doors. Darow pushed them open, and they went inside. "The Chapel, Commander." she announced.
McAllister saw two simple rows of pews; the lead row had two rails in front, one for each set. At the front was a smooth altar, carved from Omironian marble. On the altar itself were two simple candles. No other symbols were present.
Darow went to light the candles, then turned to see the Liberator’s Commander already at the rails, his hands folded and head bowed.
"Do you follow the One True God, Sir?" she asked.
McAllister looked to her for a moment, unsure of the measure of her trust, but nevertheless decided to open up to her.
“Yes,” he said, “but it is against the law for me to do so in public. Or, at least it was back in the Colonies. I’ve never pressed the issue with Commander Standish.” he offered.
“Well, you are free here,” answered Corporal Darow. She took a place beside Commander McAllister and also folded her hands and bowed her head.
The two of officers, Colonial and Omironian, began: “Heavenly Father, forgive our sins...”
TO BE CONTINUED...
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BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Wayward Soldier" (EP. 006)
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Battlestar continued along, as the giant twin Omironian warships sailed alongside her, dwarfing Urantia.
CIC
The door to CIC opened, allowing Tyler Standish to enter the room. But something was different this time.
"Admiral on deck!" D'anna called out, turning to face Standish, as everyone in CIC stood at attention.
Standish paused at the command table, looking to his crew.
"As you were." he ordered, as the officers gave him a short bit of applause, before returning to their duties.
"This'll take some getting used to." Standish whispered, to D'anna. "So, what've we got on the agenda for today?" he added, as she handed him a clipboard of duty watch reports.
"The first group of Starcat pilots from the Thunderstar is due for cross-training in Viper combat later today. Medusa is already working out the training routine for them. She's promised me it'll be intense." she stated. "The Emilon ship Prophet Star has requested a resupply of food rations, and Mister Hindri has informed me that we are two plotted jumps away from a star system that has a planet with plant life. With your approval, I'll order a Raptor scouting party to be prepped." she added.
"Granted." Standish began. "Plant life means food. And depending on what the recon birds find... it may also be a chance for some surface time for the people of the fleet. After what we've been through these last weeks, we should let the fleet relax and unwind, for a few days, if possible." he said, looking to D'anna, as he handed the clipboard back to her. "Mister Hindri!" Standish called out, now turning to face the man.
"Yes, Admiral?" Hindri replied.
"A little birdy told me you found us a planet with plant life?" Standish asked.
"That little birdy travels fast. Aye, Sir... I did." Hindri replied, smiling.
Standish returned the smile with one of his own, as he replied.
"Very well. Mister Hindri... make calculations for our next jump. We'll jump the ship first thing tomorrow morning." he ordered.
"Yes, Sir, Admiral." Hindri replied, working his panel.
Standish returned his focus to D'anna, moving right up to her, and whispering in her ear.
"I'm returning to my cabin... I want you there. Soon." he added, pulling away, to face her.
D'anna looked back to him, her face becoming flushed with redness for a second, as she realized what the Admiral had in mind.
"I'll uh... try to be there as soon as I can." she replied, looking him in the eyes.
"Good." Standish replied, as he turned to leave, D'anna looking after him.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Battlestar continued along, her fleet behind her.
URANTIA CORRIDOR
Commander McAllister walked through the long hallway, on his way to see Standish, as he rounded the corner that led to the door to Tyler's cabin.
As he neared the door, he straightened himself up, and looked to the two Marines standing guard, who both saluted him.
McAllister returned the salture, and reached for the door, just as it flew open, and he found himself facing the XO of Urantia.
The two looked to each other, awkwardly. McAllister noticed that the buttons on her uniform shirt were undone, and her hair was messed up. She also looked as if she'd been sweating.
She finally just stepped forward, pushing herself past him, as she left, allowing him to finally eneter the room.
As McAllister entered the room, and the door closed behind him, he found Tyler standing before the mirror in his bathroom, in his undertunic, combing his hair.
"Yeah, what is it?" Tyler asked the reflection of McAllister, in his mirror.
"I, uh... I wanted to go over the systems of our Raptor-T's with you... if this is a bad time..." McAllister began.
"No." Standish replied, placing the comb down, and turning to face McAllister, as he walked over to his desk, and picked up the bottle of brandy that was sitting on it, and taking a long and hard swig from it, before placing it back down. "We can do it now." he added.
"Might wanna go easy on that stuff." McAllister offered.
"Don't start." Standish shot back, as he buttoned up his uniform top, and walked over to meet McAllister, as the two men left the room.
TO BE CONTINUED...
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Battlestar continued along, as the giant twin Omironian warships sailed alongside her, dwarfing Urantia.
CIC
The door to CIC opened, allowing Tyler Standish to enter the room. But something was different this time.
"Admiral on deck!" D'anna called out, turning to face Standish, as everyone in CIC stood at attention.
Standish paused at the command table, looking to his crew.
"As you were." he ordered, as the officers gave him a short bit of applause, before returning to their duties.
"This'll take some getting used to." Standish whispered, to D'anna. "So, what've we got on the agenda for today?" he added, as she handed him a clipboard of duty watch reports.
"The first group of Starcat pilots from the Thunderstar is due for cross-training in Viper combat later today. Medusa is already working out the training routine for them. She's promised me it'll be intense." she stated. "The Emilon ship Prophet Star has requested a resupply of food rations, and Mister Hindri has informed me that we are two plotted jumps away from a star system that has a planet with plant life. With your approval, I'll order a Raptor scouting party to be prepped." she added.
"Granted." Standish began. "Plant life means food. And depending on what the recon birds find... it may also be a chance for some surface time for the people of the fleet. After what we've been through these last weeks, we should let the fleet relax and unwind, for a few days, if possible." he said, looking to D'anna, as he handed the clipboard back to her. "Mister Hindri!" Standish called out, now turning to face the man.
"Yes, Admiral?" Hindri replied.
"A little birdy told me you found us a planet with plant life?" Standish asked.
"That little birdy travels fast. Aye, Sir... I did." Hindri replied, smiling.
Standish returned the smile with one of his own, as he replied.
"Very well. Mister Hindri... make calculations for our next jump. We'll jump the ship first thing tomorrow morning." he ordered.
"Yes, Sir, Admiral." Hindri replied, working his panel.
Standish returned his focus to D'anna, moving right up to her, and whispering in her ear.
"I'm returning to my cabin... I want you there. Soon." he added, pulling away, to face her.
D'anna looked back to him, her face becoming flushed with redness for a second, as she realized what the Admiral had in mind.
"I'll uh... try to be there as soon as I can." she replied, looking him in the eyes.
"Good." Standish replied, as he turned to leave, D'anna looking after him.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Battlestar continued along, her fleet behind her.
URANTIA CORRIDOR
Commander McAllister walked through the long hallway, on his way to see Standish, as he rounded the corner that led to the door to Tyler's cabin.
As he neared the door, he straightened himself up, and looked to the two Marines standing guard, who both saluted him.
McAllister returned the salture, and reached for the door, just as it flew open, and he found himself facing the XO of Urantia.
The two looked to each other, awkwardly. McAllister noticed that the buttons on her uniform shirt were undone, and her hair was messed up. She also looked as if she'd been sweating.
She finally just stepped forward, pushing herself past him, as she left, allowing him to finally eneter the room.
As McAllister entered the room, and the door closed behind him, he found Tyler standing before the mirror in his bathroom, in his undertunic, combing his hair.
"Yeah, what is it?" Tyler asked the reflection of McAllister, in his mirror.
"I, uh... I wanted to go over the systems of our Raptor-T's with you... if this is a bad time..." McAllister began.
"No." Standish replied, placing the comb down, and turning to face McAllister, as he walked over to his desk, and picked up the bottle of brandy that was sitting on it, and taking a long and hard swig from it, before placing it back down. "We can do it now." he added.
"Might wanna go easy on that stuff." McAllister offered.
"Don't start." Standish shot back, as he buttoned up his uniform top, and walked over to meet McAllister, as the two men left the room.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Right on Bruce! I check this page often looking for the next installment 
I am not amused with what appears to be the coming demise of Galactica, looks like RDM is gonna finish the saga once and for all. I hope that does not put a fly in the ointment of your fine tale.
Carry on Admiral!
BTW, Fleet ops command is back! Not nearly as grandious as Pegasus Actual was, but all the old crew is there. Stop by when you get a chance.
http://z8.invisionfree.com/fleetopscommand/index.php?act=idx
I am not amused with what appears to be the coming demise of Galactica, looks like RDM is gonna finish the saga once and for all. I hope that does not put a fly in the ointment of your fine tale.
Carry on Admiral!
BTW, Fleet ops command is back! Not nearly as grandious as Pegasus Actual was, but all the old crew is there. Stop by when you get a chance.
http://z8.invisionfree.com/fleetopscommand/index.php?act=idx
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Thanks! I'm glad you're still enjoying the story.
Don't worry about my story conflicting with Galactica... I have plans in place for various scenarios, regarding BSG, to avoid any conflict. I am very much looking forward to Caprica.
Backstept IM'd me, and told me about Fleet Ops coming back, but I forgot the link, so thanks for posting it! I'll begin posting Urantia there, as well.
Thanks! I'm glad you're still enjoying the story.
Don't worry about my story conflicting with Galactica... I have plans in place for various scenarios, regarding BSG, to avoid any conflict. I am very much looking forward to Caprica.
Backstept IM'd me, and told me about Fleet Ops coming back, but I forgot the link, so thanks for posting it! I'll begin posting Urantia there, as well.
RobertScorpio
Pariah
I have just started reading this "EPIC" and have a lot of make up work ahead...but so far I really like this..and I LOVE your Avatar. I'll find my Megalon and stick it up there someday too!!!
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