Battlestar Genesis: 2010

[RobertScorpio]

Galactica; Dead or Alive III


After nearly a ten mile drive, Martin finally found the small road side hotel that Liam had given him instructions to go to. Martin parked the car, then headed up the stairway, and then down the walkway to Room #222. He knocked on the door, and the Liam finally answered it.

Liam greeted Martin, and let him in. It had been nearly five years since they had last seen each other, though they had kept in touch, now and then, on their private com radios, which used signals that use frequencies even modern Earth tech could not penetrate. Liam handed Martin a beer, and the two old friends sat down at the small two-setting table.

“You’ve put on some weight,” Liam said with a slight chuckle.

“Perhaps,” Martin said, “but I’ve been married for nearly fourteen years now. Marriage has its perks; home cooked meals being one of them. In fact, I think its time you start considering it yourself. Are you still working as SAIC?”

Liam nodded. “Yep,” Liam said as he sipped on some beer, “which is good because it allows me to keep tabs on Earth’s technical advancements.”

“There have to be women working there, women worthy enough to be on Liam’s A- list.”

“Very funny,” Liam came back with. “But, unlike you, I have no desire to bring a child into this world. I mean, look, your son is a great kid and all that, but Earth will be lucky to get out of this century, let alone the next ten years.”

“You’re too gloomy, and always have been. I have better faith in our cousins than you do,” Martin said. Then he changed subjects. “So, how long until they will be able to crack the frequencies we use?” Martin asked.

“Ten years, at best,” Liam replied.

“Good, because when and if that day comes,” Martin said, “this double life for me will be over. You won’t be able to contact us with your crazy theories as to where the Genesis is, and then we can all get, including you, on with the rest of our Earth bound lives.”

“You know,” Liam said, “I don’t appreciate being thought of as some kind of bad memory. We were all sent here by your father, as I recall, with the hope of finding the damn thing. But now when ever I come across anything remotely like a clue, and tell you, my superior officer no less, you jump on my back. What the Frak is that about?”

Martin nodded, Liam was right. Back on the Galactica, they were the best of friends. But, in more recent times, their friendship had become strained, and because they hardly even saw each other anymore, it had become distant as well.

“I’m sorry, Liam,” Martin said, “You’re right. It’s just that since we haven’t heard anything from my father, or Sheba, sometimes I just feel that it’s over. Either they have decided to go on, and go somewhere else to call home, or they were destroyed.”

“For a commanding office, you really give one hell of an inspirational speech.” Martin said to him.

“Oh, shut up.” Martin said.

Liam shook his head. And sensing Martin’s attempt to apologize, he changed the subject. “So, Martin, when are you going to tell your wife and kids about who you really are; A refugee from space. Don’t you think they have a right to know?”

“I don’t know,” Martin said, “I’ve thought about it. Perhaps, when both kids are adults, I’ll tell them. Now,” Martin said, “what is this new clue of yours as to where the Genesis is, and what is this about others looking for her.”

--
It was a festive evening in Adama’s quarters as Apollo, Cain, Sheba, Starbuck, Athena, Cassidy, along with Boomer, joined him for dinner and Ambrosia.

Stories of the past were bantered about with laughter mixed in. Finally, Starbuck looked over to the head of the table where Adama sat.

“So, um, Commander,” Starbuck said, as he puffed on a cigar, “what happened to Colonel Tigh?”

“His heart gave out,” Adama said. “Not long after you disappeared, he was diagnosed with a rare heart-condition.”

“The doctors tried their best,” Boomer told Starbuck, “but it had advanced too far.”

“Now,” Adama said as put down his glass of Ambrosia, “Perhaps the rest of you can all tell Boomer and me where you have been after all this time; starting with you.” Adama said to Cain.

Cain looked to Apollo, who then nodded at Cain.

“Its just as I told you before,” Cain said, “it took nearly two years for the Pegasus to be repaired enough to follow the course you were on. Those two years were long enough to put enough distance between the Pegasus, and the Galactica fleet, we could never catch up to you, though, as I would later find out, we got close. And then we had an unexpected run in with several of those Eastern Alliance destroyers.”

“How did that go?” Boomer asked.

“There were eventually twelve of them on our tail, and they chased us for a great deal of time.” Cain said, “Eventually I decided to stand ground, and destroyed all but two of them, mainly to really capture them for their fuel. We succeeded, but two of the Destroyers retreated back towards their space, or so I thought, so I let them go. Perhaps I should have given chase, but decided against it.”

“Where is the Pegasus now?” Adama asked.

Cain looked to Apollo.

“That is where I come into the picture, father.” Apollo said. “As you recall, I was on patrol with Bo-jay, the last time you saw me. We followed some strange readings we were detecting from a small planetary system. As it turned out, it was the two Eastern Alliance ships that had retreated from their efforts against the Pegasus, but had managed to over take the Pegasus, and were lying in wait, waiting like scavenger for the Pegasus.”

“Which means,” Cain interrupted, “We had almost caught up with you Adama. Close enough so that the Eastern Alliance ships that had ran from me, were detected by one of your patrols.”

“Yes,” Adama said, “If you had caught up, you could have helped us take down that Basestar we decided to go after not long after our ordeal with the Eastern Alliance.”

“Well,” Apollo continued, “It was one week after we brought down that Basestar that Bo-jay and I went on that patrol,” Apollo said, “We followed the readings, and then we were chased by the two remaining Eastern Alliance destroyers. They managed to destroy Bo-jay’s viper when, against my orders, when he went back to hold them off. By the time I had eluded them, through several systems, and then back tracked my course, I realized that I had gone beyond the point of return to the Galactica. I had no more fuel, and prepared for the end.”

“And then,” Sheba continued, “that is when we came along.”

“That was when the three of you had stolen the shuttle,” Boomer said, “and went looking for Apollo, defying Adama’s orders.”

“I know,” Sheba said to Adama, “and I am truly sorry. I didn’t want Apollo to lose his father, as I thought I had lost mine.”

“And I didn’t want to lose my older brother,” Athena added.

“I went along because I wanted to help, and if they needed medical help, I’d be able to give it.” Cassidy added as well.

“And, so,” Apollo continued again, “they came upon my Viper. I was able to divvy up the fuel, and we headed back towards Alliance space, hoping to at least find a fuel depot. We were able to make it back, barely, to Lunar 7. Michael and Sara were kind enough to refuel both my viper, and the shuttle, and then we headed back into space. That is when we came across, quite by chance, a Pegasus patrol. They took us to the Pegasus, and that is where we ended up.”

“Apollo; those events happened at least thirty years ago,” Adama said. “And yet, here you are, looking not a day older since the last time I saw you. Would you mind explaining that part of the story?” Adama asked.--



Unknown to Apollo, and he others, another such event happened nearly thirty years in the past as well…..



A Cylon raider landed on a desolate world. The hatch to their craft opened, and soon three silver toned Cylons exited the raider, one of them holding a scanner, and make their way across the rough rocky surface of the planet.

Up ahead was a small wooden shack, with a faint light coming from a lone window. The Cylon’s reached the door, and one of them knocked on the door. There was a slight delay, and then the door finally opened. A bearded old man stood in the doorway.

“You,” the man said, “you’ve found me; at last!”

The back and forth scanning line of the Cylon’s, and the hypnotizing sound of their inner workings, were comforting too the aged man.

He closed the door, and then moments later, opened it again. He held one small bag of personal effects.

“Take me home,” the man, Baltar, told the Cylons.

By Your Command.

And as Baltar walked with the Cylons, toward their raider in the distance, Baltar told them to stop.

“Give me your weapon.” Baltar demanded from one of them.

The Cylon did as ordered, and then he handed Baltar the blaster.

Balter turned around, looked at the cabin that had been his home for nearly two years, and then destroyed it with the blaster.

“There will come another time; Adama.” Balter said in a soft menacing voice.

Continued….

 

[RobertScorpio]

Galactica; Dead or Alive IV
A BRIEF TIMELINE AS TO WHEN THIS STORY IS TAKING PLACE

Apollo’s disappearance, as well as Sheba-Athena-Cassiopia happened 10 years before the Galactica found Earth in 1980

Starbuck’s disappearance happens three years before the Galactica found Earth in 1980

(THIS EPISODE) The dinner in Adama’s quarters takes place five years after Galactica found Earth, meaning, 1985, or so.

The events with Martin and Liam, on Earth, are happening in modern time, 2010.





“Apollo; those events you just told me happened nearly twenty years ago,” Adama said. “And yet, here you are, looking not a day older since the last time I saw you. Would you mind explaining that part of the story?” Adama asked.

“After we were rescued by the Pegasus patrol, we were taken to the Pegasus.” Apollo said to Adama.

“And I,” Cain cut in, “needed the experienced Viper pilots, and leadership these two,” Cain said as he pointed at Apollo and Sheba, “could provide. It was as if the same miracle saved not only your son, but the Pegasus too.” Cain said.

“Yes,” Apollo continued, “because not long after that we found ourselves in a cat and mouse game against four Basestars, under the command of Baltar.”

“Baltar?” Adama countered with. “I thought we left him back on that desolate world after he helped us take down that Basestar we came up against.”

“Somehow the Cylons found him.” Apollo said.

“These four Basestars,” Cain continued for Apollo, “were the last of the Basestars the Cylon Empire had send after the Pegasus and the Galactica. It meant that we had traveled beyond the domain of the Cylons, at last. But, none the less, they were out there and they were looking for you, and me.” Cain said to Adama.

“Don’t forget the other miracle;” Starbuck finally chimed in, “On a routine Pegasus Patrol, Apollo and Sheba happened to come across my distress signal. They found me on the world I had crashed on.”

Boomer nodded. “I remember when the Galactica had lost you. The both of us were on patrol, and got ambushed by Cylons. You got hit.”

“And I,” Adama said, “refused to go back for you. You have to know,” Adama said to both Apollo and Starbuck, “I had no other choice, in both of your cases.”

“We understand, father,” Apollo said.

“By the way, Starbuck,” Adama said, “on this world you crashed on, did you befriend a Cylon whom you affectionately gave the name Cy?”

Starbuck nodded, “Yes, Commander, I did. How is it you know that?”

“It’s not important,” Adama said.

“Father,” Apollo cut in. “Not long after we found Starbuck, Count Iblis appeared.”

“I thought we were done with that demon.” Adama said with a soft anger.

“No,” Cain said, “he appeared and offered us protection from the last four Cylon Basestars. Apollo filled me in on your encounter with Iblis. But he claimed to have reformed, and wanted to help us find the Galactica, and Earth.”

“Did you accept his help?” Adama asked suspiciously.

“No,” Cain said, “I had considered it. But after I found out what he had done to you, and how he had manipulated Sheba, I refused. To put it kindly; he did not like that at all. That is when the mysterious lights appeared, and drove him away, for good; or so we thought.”

“He ended up with the Cylons, and Baltar.” Apollo continued. “With his help, the Cylons were able to eventually surround the Pegasus. And that is when it happened.”

“What happened?” Adama asked.

“That is when our luck ran out,” Cain went on for Apollo. “With the fire power of four Basestars, we were unable to shake those rascals,” Cain said.

“However, because Iblis had abused his power to help the Cylons,” Apollo said, “the mysterious lights helped with our defense. But as it turned out, this was exactly what Iblis wanted; to lure the lights into the fray, and eliminate them, and the city of light ship they originated from, once and for all.”

“The battle did not go well; we lost a lot of good pilots.” Starbuck interjected.

“And it did not go well for city of lights, as well. Iblis had grown more powerful, since we had last seen him. While we were fighting, and slowly losing in what we call regular time and space, Iblis and the city of lights were fighting each other on another pinnacle of reality. Facing certain loss, and knowing what that would mean for us, the city of lights sacrificed itself, and…” Apollo searched for the right words, but couldn’t.

Cain took over, “It’s okay Captain Apollo,” Cain said. Cain continued for him, “The city of lights expanded before our eyes and like a star going nova, caught us up, as well as three of the four basestars, into some kind of magnetic field.”

“Father, we just emerged from that bright light,” Athena said, “about four months ago.”

“Very well, then what happened to the Basestars, and the lights, and the city of lights?” Boomer asked.

“When we emerged from the light that is when I was contacted by John.” Apollo said to his father.

“Wasn’t he the being who you assisted back on Terra?” Adama asked.

“Yes,” Apollo replied. “But this time he had come to tell me that he and his kind had been defeated by Iblis, who himself had been mortally wounded as well.”

“What do you mean; defeated?” Boomer asked.

“The City of Lights, sensing their end, had employed their last measure against Iblis. The bright light took Iblis, and the City of Lights, all of it, except for the balls of light, beyond our universe. John had remained long enough to tell me that the light had also propelled the Pegasus and the Cylons into the future. So four months ago, just as Athena said, we came out of the bright light, thrown far from where ever the Cylons emerged, and have been searching for you ever since.”

“Where are the four Basestars then?” Adama asked.

“One of the final four,” Cain said, “I believe was the one that ended up following you to Earth. That one was not taken up into the light. The other three are out there as well, and are hot on the trail of the Pegasus.”

“The lights that brought us here,” Apollo said, “have done so at the cost of their own unique existence. What ever it is that powers them no longer exists, after the destruction of their home, the city of lights. The last of their power was used to get us here, and now even they no longer exist.”

Adama could see where this was all heading, and he didn’t like it; at all.

“What exactly are you here for then?” Adama asked, sensing where the conversation was headed.

“Adama,” Cain said, “there are four Basestars left. The one that has been chasing you; and the three that came with us through the time warp.”

“Father, we have to make the final stand now.” Apollo added. “Two Battlestars against four Basestars won’t be easy, but we have to try.”

“What about the rest of the fleet?” Adama said. “The basics still haven’t changed. We are still sheltering nearly a hundred and sixty ships and barely finding the fuel and supplies we need to stay alive.”

“Adama,” Cain pressed, “If we defeat the Cylons, once and for all, there will be no more need to run.”

“We don’t stand a chance,” Adama countered with. “Two Battlestars, against four Basestars, would be suicide.”

“Father,” Apollo said softly. “We have three Battlestars.”

Adama knew where Apollo was heading. “You keep forgetting; We made it to Earth,” Adama said to Apollo and Cain. “We found no sign of the Battlestar Genesis. Maybe it was only a myth.”

“Adama,” Boomer said, “We didn’t really have time to search Earth, or its star system. There’s a chance that it could still be there.”

“Colonel Boomer if we go back we would put Earth at an even greater risk than before because now we’re not just talking about the one Basestar chasing us,” Adama said to them all, “but the three chasing you as well. And I’m not willing to risk Earth’s survival to save our lives.”

“Adama,” Cain said. “We can not run forever. The Cylons will catch up to us eventually, or we’ll run out of food and water, while they are just machines and can keep going and going. If the day comes they destroy us, or we perish by other means, and it will, then they will set out to find Earth to destroy the last vestige of humanity. The time to stand is now while we are at our most strongest, and hope we can find the Genesis, and train the Earthlings to defend themselves, should that day come.”

“Earth is still torn apart by the same civil strife our worlds were, hundreds of yarns ago. As a people, they are not prepared for this kind existence.”

“They may have no choice, Father. Cain is right; you know he is. the Cylons will eventually find Earth.”

Adama thought for a moment. What was to have been a nice dinner had become a discussion about the survival of man. He considered their options.

“I have an alternative plan.” Adama said.


Continued…

 

[RobertScorpio]

BATTLESTAR GENESIS
Ripples in the Pond


Martin Bennett listened as his fellow refugee from the Galactica, Liam, explained his new clue as to where the Battlestar Genesis, which ancient stories said brought the 13th colony to Earth, could be hidden.

If the Battlestar Genesis existed, it would be nearly three-thousand Earth years old, and one of the first of the original ones built. Its condition, if it indeed still existed, would be practically brand new, if it indeed existed.

Martin’s late grandfather was Adama. While Adama was dying, having been mortally wounded in one more showdown with the Cylons, Adama told Apollo, Martin’s father, a story that Adama could only have revealed to Apollo, his oldest son, when Adama faced certain death. Martin was much younger in those times, a gifted Viper pilot in fact, and was on the smashed bridge, along with his father Apollo, as Adama died those many yarns ago. Martin remembered it well:

The Galactica had taken a direct hit from a Cylon raider, and it had left the bridge smashed. Adama was near death when Apollo and Martin had finally returned from the battle with the Cylons and the Eastern Alliance ships. Adama was on the ground, covered in debris, so much debris that there was no time to remove it. While other men tried helplessly to dig Adama out; Apollo and Martin listened to the last words of Adama; the last surviving council member from the colonies.

“Dyau Pitar,” Adama said, in obvious pain as his life began to fade, “was the father of the Lords of Kobol.”

“Save your breath father,” Apollo pled, “we all know the story.”

“Just listen,” Adama said quickly, knowing time was running out, “It was he who led the thirteenth colony into space, across the dark void, and eventually to Earth. If he found sufficient reason to abandon the Genesis, and then used this as well,” Adama said as he handed Apollo the sacred medallion that had adorned Adama’s robe for yarns, “then legend says the Genesis, or any Battlestar for that matter, would be preserved in a field that exists outside all time and space.”

“If what you say is true,” Apollo replied, “how do we gain access to it?”

“My medallion will show you,” Adama struggled to say as he began to cough, “The medallion will know,” Adama coughed again, “what to do. Mine is the last one left. Cain’s, or even Baltar’s, will not work; only this one.”

“Father,” Apollo said, “Save your breath.”

Adama reached out and grabbed Apollo by the arm, “Apollo,” Adama said, “When I die you will become the leader of our people. Cain swore to me he would follow your wishes if this were ever to happen. Down in my quarters you will find a special book I have left for you. It is a book that my father left to me, and his father before him. Many of your questions will be…”

Suddenly Adama had a spasm of pain, and then he tensed up…and passed away.

--
Martin vaguely listened to Liam, but was brought back fully to what Liam was talking about when Liam said…

“…and that is why I believe Baltar made it to Earth after the final showdown.”

Martin cleared his thoughts. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

“You haven’t heard a single word I have said, haven’t you?” Liam asked.

“I’m sorry,” Martin, “but please, repeat that last part.”

“Okay,” Liam said as he motioned for Apollo to look at the screen, “I have spent a lot of my money flying around the word, under the guise of work, looking for the legends about so called visitations to Earth in their ancient history.”

“I follow,” Martin said, “The Genesis had to have arrived around that time.”

“Yes,” Liam said, “so I have used our special computers we brought to assimilate all written work on this matter, using algorithms far beyond what Earth uses. And, just incase, I also encoded a stream to see if anyone else had done the same.”

“And?” Martin asked.

“A small company in Denver Colorado that specializes in software,” Liam said, “Apparently someone at this company is very interested in the Genesis as well.”

“Maybe its one of us. Your father lives in Colorado, is it him?” Martin asked.

“No way,” Liam said, “I talk to him all the time. There’s no way he could have made a program like this.”

“You’re right,” Martin said, “What I know about your father though is that he could hotwire any kind of space craft in the colonies.”

“I know, he tried to teach me but I,” Liam said as he pointed at his brain, “took school more seriously than he did. Anyway, look at the name of the company.” Liam said, pointing at the screen.

Martin read the name of the company. It was on a billboard above a small business in Colorado, in a suburb of Denver. The sign read RATLABCO.

It was obvious to Martin what Liam was inferring. If you took the CO out of the name, and reversed the remaining letters, you come up with Baltar.

“Okay,” Martin said with sarcasm in his words, “Don’t you think that is a bit obvious.”

Liam shook his head. “Yeah, I know. But why is someone at a company that has a name remotely connected with Baltar, looking into information about the Genesis.”

“How sure are you about that?” Martin asked, sipping in his beer.

“Totally sure,” Liam replied. “And one more thing; Baltar’s medallion would not give him access to the Genesis; your father told us both that fact before we came to Earth. I believe Baltar has made it this easy to find him so he can get his hand on one of the two last medallions that will work.”

“I have the only one, remember?” Martin said.

“No you do not; Adama was near death, and forgot one major detail.” Liam countered, “Somewhere on this world is Dyau Pitar’s medallion, theoretically. And I think Baltar has decided that he will never find that one, and he is banking that Adama’s is here somewhere; and it is.”

Martin nodded as he reached inside his carry on luggage and removed a pouch. He reached in and took the medallion out.

“He is hoping that you,” Liam said ominously, “will bring it to him.”

“Okay,” Martin asked, “If all this is true, then why have you never found any of this out before?”

“It has only been in the last twenty years that Earth has achieved any true world wide computer net. Most of this information has come on line in the past ten years or so.” Liam said.

“Okay, then” Martin asked, “Do you think we should contact Baltar? Maybe he has more information on where the Genesis is.”

“He would have to be very old.” Liam said. “But I still wouldn’t go near that man if my life depended on it. He has duped our people for far too long. It isn’t worth the risk.”

--

RATLABCO: A small business located in south Denver. It is a small company that helps develops software for libraries and other research interests. A very attractive woman was manipulating the computer; which was actually built with Cylon technology. She had been doing her own research and was now looking at a list of nearly twenty-thousand names. Her research had narrowed that list down from another list of nearly twenty-five million names. She was quite sure that on this list were the names of anyone one on Earth who had arrived from the Battlestars Galactica or Pegasus; she was right.


Continued…

 

[Mistral]

This is a wild tale-but most of yours usually are.

 

[RobertScorpio]

Even Martin had to admit that Liam’s new clues were too interesting to ignore. Abd since Denver Colorado was just a two or three our flight, from LAX, with out much thought they both decided to book the first flight available to Denver.

They settled into their seats aboard the Southwest Airline plane, and then the plane took off, on time even, around 6pm. As Liam dove into a Stephen King novel to pass the times, Martin stared out the window, and into the distance, getting lost in thought at he did.

--
Adama sat in his quarters, and made a log entry;

Yesterday was one of the happiest days of my life. My son, Apollo, along with Starbuck, Sheba, my daughter Athena, and Commander Cain, all came out of the fog of time. As I wake this morning, I know this day will be filled with new joy as my son meets his son for the first time. Cain will depart later in the day, with a full Viper escort, to rejoin the Pegasus. We have already set a rendezvous course, and will meet up with the Pegasus in three days and finish plans to deal with the Cylons once and for all.
End Log.
--
Later, in the Galactica hanger-bay:


“I want you to meet someone,” Adama told Sheba and Apollo on the second day of their return to the Galactica, having been gone for many years.

Adama had brought them down to the hanger-bay, just in time, as one of the long range patrols returned.

“Father,” Apollo said, “I’m glad you brought us down here, but if you’re thinking about having Sheba and I go on patrol, I’d rather take at least a day or two to settle in first, and meet the new pilots.”

“Well, Apollo, you have been gone for many, many, yarns,” Adama said, “As have you Sheba. You’re both still listed as MIA, and since you haven’t flown in all those years, I’m sure Colonel Boomer is going to want you to get your quals back before letting you fly again.”

“Get our quals back?” Sheba asked. “Commander, you can’t be serious. Nothing against your new pilots, but Apollo and I are no slouches. I’m sure the two of us could out fly this new generation of fighters with our eyes closed.”

At that moment a young Viper pilot came over to where Adama was standing with Apollo and Sheba.

“Excuse me,” the young man said, “But I’ll take you up on that offer.”

Apollo shook his, and noticed the rank on the man’s flight jacket, “I’m sorry, Captain, but she isn’t speaking for both of us.”

Then the young pilot suddenly looked at Apollo and Sheba, and then a look of befuddlement came over his face. Then the young man looked to Adama.

“Grandfather,” he said to Adama, “what’s going on here?”

“Grandfather?” Apollo said to Adama, “who is this fighter pilot?

Sheba smiled, she already knew. It was also the first time she had seen her son as well.

“Apollo,” Sheba said, “this is our son; martyn. Oh my Gods,” Sheba said, “Salik did it!”

“Did you say our son?” Apollo asked Sheba.

“Yes,” Sheba said as tears came from her eyes, “I found out a week after you had vanished that I was pregnant with our child. You and I had only been married for a week or so, when you vanished, and so I didn’t know until you were gone.”

“Then how can he be your son if you left the Galactica, along with Cassiopeia and Athena, to find me?” Apollo came back with.

“I didn’t tell anyone, except for Cassiopeia.” Sheba said. “She talked with Dr. Salik, and told him how we were thinking of going after you. Bless his heart, that sweet man kept our plans to himself. And then he suggested that he be allowed to remove our child from me, and continue the pregnancy in one of the new incubators he had built to bring babies to term in emergency situations.”

“Did you know about this father?” Apollo asked.

“Not until much later, and believe me, I was not happy about it. But Apollo,” Adama said with a smile, “Don’t be angry, say hello to your son.”

Apollo and Martyn looked at each other, as father and Son, and as Martyn looked at Sheba, it was really the first time they had ever been together as a family. There was an obvious, and understandable, distance between them.

“I’ll leave you alone for a moment,” Adama said as he walked away and let the new found family meet for the first time.

Sheba looked at Martyn and then hugged him.

“I’m sorry for leaving you like I did,” Sheba said as tears streamed down. “I didn’t think I would be gone for as long as I have been. Please forgive me.”

Martyn shook his head. “It wasn’t your fault mother, and I understand why you left, I really do.” Martyn said. “My life has been very good, thanks to Grandfather, and the others. And even before he died, after he came back from Earth, Boxey was a great older brother. He told me many stories about the two of you. And you’re both such legends, Grandfather has never ran out of tales to tell me about the two of you, or Starbuck, or your father, Grandfather Cain, as well.” He said to his mother.

Sheba stepped back and dried her eyes. Martyn looked to Apollo.

“Father,” Martyn said, “I can’t tell you how much I have looked up to you. Everything Grandfather has told me I can now see it all come true as you are standing there. I have lived my life trying to be the kind of man you would have wanted me to be.”

Apollo smiled as Sheba hugged him. The two parents looked at their son who was now a young man. Apollo reached out his hand and Martyn took it into his. Then Apollo pulled his son closer, and they all shared a family hug.

“You’ve already made Captain,” Apollo said with pride, “and by the looks of it, several years before I did. Believe me when I say that your mother and I are proud.”

As the three swapped stories, Adama watched from across the hanger-bay. He found it very comforting to see this day come; when his own son, and Grandson, were finally together to continue the family line. Because what none of them knew, and only Dr. Haveck did, was that Adama was living on borrowed time.--
The Southwest Airline plane, flight #2115, finally stopped at a boarding gate. Martin woke Liam up from a nap, and then the two men got out of their seats and headed to the exit.

Nearly an hour later they were driving through the suburbs of Denver Colorado, and eventually to the hotel they had booked reservations at. They checked in and then prepared for sleep right away. Tomorrow they would go to RATLABCO and try to find out, if possible, if there was any connection to the company and the Battlestar Galactica, and by extension, to the Battlestar Genesis.

--
NEXT TIME
Where are Martin’s and Liam’s Vipers? Hmmmm..someone is going to find them!!!

 

[RobertScorpio]

BATTLESTAR GENESIS
When The Past Catches Up


Martin and Liam sat in a rental car in a parking lot across from a small software computer outlet store. A very plain sign adorned the small business, and read simply RATLABCO. Martin shook his head, and couldn’t believe he was, yet again, on one of Liam’s wild goose chases.

They had both arrived on Earth, with a few other Galactica and Pegasus survivors in the Earth year of 2000. The final showdown with the Cylons had not gone as well as planned. (editor’s note; more on that later). Just before leaving for Earth, Martin’s father, Commander Adama, gave Martin the special medallion that Adama had passed on to Apollo, shortly before his own death. Martin remembered the conversation as if it were yesterday;

The Galactica was ablaze with several fires, and there was much damage through-out the ship. The Pegasus had been utterly destroyed just moments earlier.

Martyn had just returned from the battle, and stood with his father, Apollo, on the smashed bridge of the Galactica. Apollo turned to him.

“You have to go,” Apollo said, “there is no other way.”

Martyn tried to protest, but Apollo stopped him.

“That isn’t a request,” Apollo added quickly, “That is an order Captain Martyn. We had this discussion before, you said you would go if it came to this, and now it has.”

“Father,” Martyn pleaded, “thanks to Commander Cain there are only two Basestars left.”

Apollo nodded, “Yes, I know. But you saw what happened. One of them suddenly changed course, and headed back into deep space. Something tells me they now have an idea as to where Earth is and are going there to destroy it. We know where Earth is. If you leave now, you can get there before the Cyclons do; and Gods willing, find the Genesis and use her to defend Earth.”

“Father,” Martyn said, “We both know you’re sending me on this mission because you don’t think you’re going to make it.”

Apollo nodded. “Martyn, the fleet is helpless out there. I can lure the other Basestar after us. But someone has to go back and stop that other Basestar from destroying Earth. You are the most qualified person to do this. Now, please, do as I ask and go.”

“Father, we can rebuild the losses we took,” Martyn countered.

“No, we can’t.” Apollo countered. “We’re down to twenty Vipers, that’s it. Even if we found the materials, it would take three to five yarns to build our Viper Squadrons up. Until that time I will take Galactica as far from here as I can. If you can find the Genesis, and destroy the Basestar on its way to Earth, then you can try to find us.”

“How could I possibly find enough pilots to fly the Genesis’s Vipers?” Martyn asked. “We’re talking yarns and yarns from now, at best.”

“Look,” Apollo said, “My father rolled the dice, and went with Cain’s plan. Now he’s dead, and so is Cain. They knew the risks, and now their dead. Their victory came with much loss, and we can’t let it be for nothing. Saving Earth must be our top priority.”

Martyn knew there was nothing more to say. His father, Apollo, was right.

At that moment Liam walked up, having survived the few hours of the battle as well. His uniform was charred, and dirty, just as Apollo’s was as well.

“I can’t believe Cain is dead,” Liam said. He looked to them both. “I’m so sorry about Sheba. She was a wonderful woman to your both.” Then he looked to Apollo. “Are you two talking about what I think you’re talking about?”

Martyn nodded. “Yes, we are,” Martyn said softly. “And my father’s right. We have to get to Earth, and try and find the Genesis, if we can.”

At that moment Apollo took off his medallion and gave it to his son.

“What are you doing?” Martyn asked.

“You have to take this,” Apollo said. “If by chance you find the Genesis, and if its commander, Dyau Pitar, did as he should have, this medallion maybe the only way to gain access to the Pegasus. Now,” Apollo said, “Go. I have already sent orders to the rest of your group.”

Martyn didn’t move.

“What are you doing?” Commander Apollo asked. “You have to get going.”

“I may never see you again,” Martyn said. “You finally come back into my life, and now I have to leave. It isn’t fair father.”

Apollo nodded. “I know,” Apollo said. “I missed the beginning of your life, and now you might miss the rest of mine.” Apollo said with a smile. “If it wasn’t so serious it would be funny.”

He smiled, and so did Martyn. Then father and son shared an embrace; perhaps their last.

--It was around 5pm when someone flipped the OPEN sign around, and the CLOSED sign appeared. From the looks of it, it was a young woman. It was now time to go ask questions. Liam and Martin got out of the rental car and headed for the entrance to RATLABCO. They didn’t know it, but they were being watched.


Continued…

 

[Mistral]

Still cool but typo alert-you say Pegasus instead of Genesis near the end there.

 

[RobertScorpio]

Thanks...I didn't see that and its too late to edit..I am working on some new parts for GENESIS which will come out over the weekend or early next week...

Rob

 

[RobertScorpio]

BATTLESTAR GENESIS
The Signs


A quiet suburb near Denver Colorado;


Martin and Liam stood outside the door of the small software/computer repair shop called RATLABCO. They had come there searching for answers. According to Liam someone at RATLABCO (which was obviously Baltar spelt backwards) was investigating the possible whereabouts of the Battlestar Genesis. After years of fruitless attempts to find the Genesis as themselves, Martin and Liam were now interested into finding out the other interested party was.

A very beautiful woman was inside, finishing up her work behind the counter. She looked innocent enough to both of them. With nothing else to do, Martin knocked on the door. She looked up, smiled, and came over to the door and opened it

“I’m so sorry, but we’ve closed for the day.” She told them both.

“Excuse us,” Martin said, “but we’re new to this area. And we were just trying to find out who owns this business.”

She motioned for them to come and, and they did. She locked the door and lowered the shade on the door.

“You’re from the Galactica aren’t you,” She asked.

Both Martin and Liam were taken aback by her blunt question.

--
Outside, and across the street, a brown FORD van was parked. Inside the van were four men. Two of them sat in the front, two of them sat in the back. The two in the front were staring through binoculars at the front door of RATLABCO.

“What do we do?” The man in the driver’s seat, Gomez, asked.

“We wait,” the man in the passenger’s seat, Roark, replied.

Roark turned and looked back at the two techs in the passenger cabin. They were operating very sensitive high-tech devices.

“Are you both sure,” Roark said to them, “that this is where the signal was coming from?”

“Yes sir,” one of them replied.

Roark turned back towards the front.

“So do we go in now?” Gomez asked.

“No,” Roark said again. “Lets give them a moment or so to feel relaxed, and then we’ll go in.”

Gomez smiled. “Well,” he said, “it’s just as good we don’t. Do you really think that those two who went in, and the woman who met them at the door, are really from outer-space?”

Roark stared through the binoculars. “The black-man is new to us; we’ve never seen him before.” Roark said. “But the white guy he was with, Martin Bennett, comes from an area of the Midwest where the strange signals have been tracked to as well. At least that is what headquarters is telling me.”

“Oh, well that explains everything. I’m new to this division of HSB,” Gomez admitted. “But come on; aliens from another world? Who just happen to look like us? You watch too much television.”

Roark could only smile. How could HSBHQ have assigned him a new partner who didn’t even believe in the mission at hand? Though, having someone who was skeptical would help keep Roark on his toes.

“They could all be shape-shifters.” One of the techs, Brock Ackers, who was a young African-American computer nerd, said.

The other tech, from India, his name being Hament, nodded in agreement. “Yes, they very well could be,” he added with his soft Indian accent. “Perhaps she is their queen and they have come to procreate. They might be engaged in intercourse this moment.”

“Jesus Christ,” Gomez said upon hearing their theory, and feeling sorry for them. “When is the last time you two dorks have had sex with real women?”

There was no answer.

“Yeah, just what I thought.” Gomez added.

--
Martin looked at the woman. There was no reason to play games, he decided.

“Yes,” Martin admitted. “We’re from the Galactica.”

“Great,” Liam said to him. “Why did you tell her that?”

“Actually,” she said with a smile. “I already knew. I have a portable scanner behind my desk. Why do you think I opened the door? You’re good looks?” She asked sarcastically.

“Alright, now that you know where we’re from, do you mind telling us what this is all about?” Martin asked.

--
Kevin Bennett, son of Martin Bennett, hated when his father was away on business trips. It meant that Kevin had to do more chores around the house. Even though they didn’t have a farm anymore, they did still have a barn with horses in it. Usually his father would take the horses out for a run, or a walk. But that he was gone, it fell upon Kevin to do it.

It was nearly 6am and the sky in the east was just starting to brighten as Kevin entered the barn. He entered the stall and prepared to put a saddle on Canyon. Canyon was his father’s horse, and was all black. Canyon was also known to be moody in the mornings. Kevin attempted to sling the saddle blanket on the animal’s back, but Canyon moved just in time.

“Hey dummy,” Kevin said as looked at the horse, “I’m doing this for you. Lets go riding!”

So, once again, he attempted to throw the blanket it on the horse, and once again the horse side stepped the blanket, accidentally backing into the railing, moving it ever so slightly.

Kevin came over and noticed a small beam of light coming up from the area where the railing went into the ground. It was only a small sliver of light, but it was there. He got down on the ground to try and see just where the prick of light was coming from. He sprawled out on his stomach, placing his eye as close to the ground as he could. What he saw amazed him. There was another level to the barn. In all his years, twelve of them in fact, he had never known of a lower level. And why hadn’t his mom or dad told him. But, more importantly, how did one get down there?

With his mom still sleeping, and with nothing else to do, Kevin searched every inch of the barn for some kind of way to get down to the lower level. Finally he found a small hatch that his father told him was part of the old drainage system. Kevin found a screw driver and removed the covering. He then climbed through the hatch and then, with out warning, he slid down some kind of chute. It came to an opening, which Kevin fell through. It was nearly a twenty-food drop, and luckily for Kevin, it dropped him atop a pile of old ripped clothing. He lay down on the pile of old clothes, making sure he had no injuries. Finally he got off the pile, and then saw the most incredible thing he had ever seen.

It was some kind of jet craft, or heck, even a space craft. It was obviously built for one person only, and looked more and more like some kind of fighter craft. A ladder well was propped up against it, and let up to what looked like the cockpit. Kevin climbed the ladder well and looked inside of the cockpit.

What looked like a helmet, but also like something someone from Egypt might have worn, was on the seat. The writing on the inside of the ship was strange. But whatever this ship was, it was cool. Did it belong to his father? Kevin also wondered what the ship was called.

“It’s called a colonial Viper,” A voice said from the other side of the lower level of the barn, which had no lights.

“Who’s there?” Kevin asked. “How did you get down here in our barn?”

Kevin could hear the footsteps from the strange coming closer. Kevin was scared; and there was nothing he could do.

continued

 

[Mistral]

Crap! Great spot to stop! Who said that?

 

[RobertScorpio]

Ahhh..the footsteps that don't reveal who the person its..I HATE THOSE!!

Rob

 

[RobertScorpio]

BATTLESTAR GENESIS
Angels or Demons


Previously;
Martin looked at the woman. There was no reason to play games, he decided.

“Yes,” Martin admitted. “We’re from the Galactica.”

“Great,” Liam said to him. “Why did you tell her that?”

“Actually,” she said with a smile. “I already knew. I have a portable scanner behind my desk. Why do you think I opened the door? Just on your good looks?” She asked sarcastically.

“Alright, now that you know where we’re from, do you mind telling us what this is all about?” Martin asked.

We now Continue…

“Before we get into who I am,” She told them, “I must warn you that at this very moment, we are in danger.”

“What do you mean danger?” Liam asked.

“Come with me.” She replied.

They followed the interesting, and very beautiful woman, through the small business that sold various computer accessories such as keyboards, monitors and other hardware and software items. They went through a door that led to a backroom area. In the backroom were various work stations with computers taken apart in various stages, no doubt being repaired. On one of the desks were three monitors, one of which displayed a van parked on one of the side streets. Martin remembered driving past it, and not thinking anything about it at the time.

“Who are they?” Martin asked as he could barely make out two men, with binoculars, sitting in the front seat.

“They are from the American government’s Homeland Security Bureau.” She told them.

“Why are they observing your business?” Liam asked.

She seemed hesitant to reply.

“Look,” Martin told her, “before we get into that, would you mind telling us who you are?”

She nodded. “It would only fair,” she agreed. “My name is De’nria.”

“Alright, Den’ria,” Martin continued, “how do you know about the Galactica?”

“Because she’s my daughter,” a male voice said from behind them, “and I told her.”

Liam and Martin whirled around to see who the person was. And although he had aged, and thus was very old, and walked with a cane, they knew exactly who he was; Baltar.

“We should just kill you where you stand.” Liam said in disgust.

“I do not wish to revisit the history with you,” Baltar said with disgust as well. “I am far too old for that. But like you, I am a refugee from the past as well.”

“You are a refugee?” Martin asked sarcastically. “Because of your betrayal, our people lived like rodents for decades. And because of the final battle years ago, what was left of our culture is most likely dead with only a few of us alive to carry it on, here on Earth. It’s a sad pathetic universal joke that Adama died, and you lived. You are nothing more than a villain.”

“Don’t talk about my father like that,” De’nria countered. “He had paid the price for his actions.”

Liam looked at her with a slight tinge of disgust in his eyes. “This man arranged the so called peace between humanity and the Cylons, knowing full well it was just a ploy to lure the Colonies into utter destruction.”

“And now with him here,” Martin added, “he may lead the Cylons right to Earth.”

“That is where you are wrong,” Baltar said. “I escaped from the Cylons before Iblis convinced them to take on Cain and Adama that one last time twenty-years ago. True, they rescued me from a planet far out in space, but I wanted no part of humanity’s execution. So, I stole a Cylon raider and eventually found my way here to Earth, just as you must have.”

“We had already found Earth,” Martin said. “When my Grandfather determined Earth could not help us against the Cylons, he took the Galactica back into deep space, hoping to lure the Cylons with him. That is when Iblis and the last ten Basestars attacked the Galactica and the Pegasus.”

“By that time,” Baltar said softly, “I had already escaped. And I remembered the drawings I had seen on the walls of Kobal and was able to find way here, took myself a wife, and had a child.”

“Where is your wife now?” Liam asked.

“Dead,” Baltar said even softer. “She died during childbirth. With her gone, and with a child to raise, I gave up that part of my life and was resolved to live out the rest of my life here, and so I have.”

“So why are you looking for the Genesis?” Liam asked. “If you’ve given up that life, why look for it?”

“I could ask the same of you. I have seen your data-finger prints all over the web as well. You leave them there like bread crumbs so that anyone can follow your movements.” Baltar said.

“We don’t have to answer to you,” Martin said. He looked up at the van on the monitor. “Why are they here?”

“Oh come on,” De’nria said, “Isn’t it obvious? Their technology is catching up to ours. If you have used any of the tech you brought to Earth, they have no doubt tracked it to where ever it is on you call home.”

Martin didn’t like the sound of that at all.

“What are you going to do if they come in here and bust you?” Liam asked.

Baltar smiled. “We’re lucky that we have you to protect us.”

“I’m sorry to disappoint you,” Martin said, “but we came here by normal means. If they were to come for us, right now, we’d be caught right along with you.”

“An interesting theory,” De’nria said, “And it looks like we’re going to see it happen.”

They all looked at the monitor as the two men who sat in the front of the van got out. And it was clear they were armed with guns.

“Damn,” Liam said, “I don’t like the looks of this at all.”

“What’s even worse?” Martin said. “They know doubt saw us go in here and are, at this moment, trying to figure out who we are, if they don’t know already.”

De’nria looked to her father. “Father,” she said, “what should we do.”

The old man thought for a moment. Then he nodded his head as came up with a plan of action.

“Come with me,” he told them, “we don’t have much time.”

Den’ria, Martin and Liam followed the old man into another part of the store that Martin had assumed was just for storage. There were old computers, monitors, and other various items spread about in messy piles on the floor.

“What are you doing you old fool?” Liam asked. “There is no exit out of here. All you’ve done is blocked us into a corner.”

Baltar smiled. “You are much like your father was,” Baltar said to Liam. “very stubborn. I remember when I escaped the prison barge, and your father…”

Martin cut Baltar off.

“We don’t have time for this,” Martin said. “What is your plan of escape? I can’t believe I’m even trusting you.”

They all, including De’nria, looked to Baltar. It was clear that he old man was having trouble thinking, due to his advanced age. Then he finally smiled and looked to Martin and asked one simple question;

“Can you fly a Cylon raider?” Baltar finally asked with a smile.

--
Roark and Gomez approached the entrance to RATLABCO. The shades on the inside of he front door had been lowered, and there was no way to see inside.

“What now?” Gomez asked.

Roark pointed at the door. “I’m getting too old for kicking doors in. Do you mind doing it?”

Gomez smiled, then stood before the door, and then kicked it

--
The Martin Bennett home, near Kansas City;

Kevin stood at the top of the step ladder, right next to the closed cockpit of the Colonial Viper he was leaning on. The man stepped out of the shadows and, to kevin’s surprise, was smoking a Cigar.


Continued…

 

[Mistral]

Aaaaaahhhhhh! So, what kind of a crime is "starbuckin', me boyo?"

 

[RobertScorpio]

Aaaaaahhhhhh! So, what kind of a crime is "starbuckin', me boyo?"

With Martin/Liam/Baltar/De'nria soon to be flying over America in a Cylon Raider, and with "Starbuck" now in the picture, and a Colonial Viper at his beck and call, you gotta know we're going to see some kind of dog fight!!

Rob

 

[RobertScorpio]

BATTLESTAR GENESIS
The Last Act


Roark and Gomez approached the entrance to RATLABCO. The shades on the inside of the front door had been lowered, and there was no way to see inside.

“What now?” Gomez asked.

Roark pointed at the door. “I’m getting too old for kicking doors in. Do you mind doing it?”

Gomez smiled, then stood before the door, and then kicked it.

The door to the small computer shop toppled inward. Roark and them Gomez entered the main area. There were various items for sale, hardware and software, but no sign of the two men who had come in or the woman they come to meet.

“They must have known we were coming.” Gomez said.

“Let’s go find them.” Roark said as he headed for the door that led to the back area.

In the next room they found surveillance equipment, including a monitor trained on the van Gomez and Roark had been spying on them with.

“Great,” Gomez said. “What now?”

“There has to be another exit in the back.” Roark said.

“There isn’t,” Gomez said. “I looked at the blueprints of this place. The is only one exit and we came through it.”

“Well, then,” Roark said, “there is a way out of here the blueprints don’t show. We have to find it!”

They entered what appeared to be a bedroom with two beds. There was a door that led into what had to be a closet. Gomez tried to open it, but it was locked.

“You get to kick in your second door of the day.” Roark said with a laugh.

“My pleasure, I assure you.” Gomez said as he kicked the door in. There was a hole in the wall inside the closet, and upon stepping through it, they found a spiral stairway heading down deep into the hill that he business was sitting upon.

--
Martin and Liam followed De’nria and Baltar down the spiral stairway that led beneath RATLABCO. The business, as most of them in this part of the city, and been built atop row of smalls his.

“After I landed here on Earth,” Baltar said to them as they hurried down the stairway, “I was able to bury my raider near this hill. Later, I was able to get it inside a hollow part of the hill that had, luckily for me, formed after the construction of the city block above.”

“You have a Cylon raider?” Martin asked. “Down here? How did you manage to move it inside and keep hidden from the American military?”

Suddenly they heard gun shots. They looked up to the top of the stairway and could see two men, aiming guns down at them.

“Don’t move. My name is agent Roark of Homeland Security. I will shoot you if you try to flee.” He said loudly.

“You two keep going,” Martin said to Liam and De’nria. “I’ll carry you the rest of the way.” Martin said to the much older Baltar.

“No,” Baltar said as he watched Liam and Den’ria, Baltar’s daughter, continue the rest of the way down.

Another shot was fired.

“That is your last warning!” Roark yelled. “You two stay where you are!” He ordered Martin and Baltar.

“Let’s go,” Martin said as he attempted to lift Baltar. But Baltar stopped him.

“Listen to me,” Baltar said. “All the research my daughter and I have done trying to find the Genesis is on this flash-drive,” Baltar said as he handed Martin a flash-drive.

“You’re coming with us.” Martin said.

“No,” Baltar said. “We’d never make it. Let me do this. Let my last act be made in trying to save those I tried to destroy yarns ago.”

Martin knew there was nothing he could say to change Baltar’s mind.

“One last thing,” Baltar said.

He leaned in and whispered something to Martin. Upon hearing it Martin was very surprised.

“Amazing,” Martin said as he absorbed what Baltar had said.

“Now, go!” Baltar barked. “I have a few tricks up my sleeve still. Just keep you your side of the bargain.”

“I will,” Martin said. “You have my world as a Colonial Warrior.”

Martin nodded at the old man who had done so much evil in his lifetime and had caused so much pain to so many. Martin ran down the stairway as fast as he could. Roark fired more shots, as Gomez, who had already started down the stairway, neared Baltar’s position.

“Give up; old man.” Gomez said.

“Count Baltar; give up?” Baltar said with a devious smile. “Never!”

Baltar pressed a button inside his pocket and explosives detonated through-out the cave in which the stairway had been built. Roark, who was still at the top, could only was in horror as the stairway collapsed, smashing down on the steps where both Gomez and Baltar stood, killing them instantly.

Martin stepped out of the stairwell just as the cave collapsed to the bottom. He saw the smashed bodies of Baltar and the agent. Baltar was dead. Martin wanted to be happy, but he wasn’t. He looked down one last time at the body of Baltar, and then ran towards the Cylon raider that was, just as Baltar had said, housed inside the cave. Martin could already hear the engines revving up, thanks to Liam getting a head start.

“Where will we go?” Liam asked as Martin joined him in the cockpit, with De’nria sitting in what would have been the commanding Cylon’s seat.

“We get out of here, and inform the others.” Martin said.

“What about your family?” Liam asked in a worried tone.

“If they know who I am,” Martin said, “then I have to go back and rescue them.”

Liam smiled. “I love rescue parties!”

CONTINUED…

Next time; DOGFIGHT OVER AMERICA!!

 

[Mistral]

Hey, that was cool!

 

[RobertScorpio]

Hey, that was cool!

I actually thought twice about killing Baltar. I even felt sad doing it, even knowing his past as we all do. But I would keep an eye on De'nria. We will see that she as shifty as her father....

The next part of the story is almost done and should be out either tomorrow or sunday...thanks for 'cool' aspect of your review. Being called "cool" is...well...'cool'.

Rob

 

[RobertScorpio]

Battlestar Genesis: 2010--Daggets and All

BATTLESTAR GENESIS
Daggets and All

Roark rushed back into the RATLAB interior, via the secret staircase that had been cut, and burrowed down into the cave, and the hill it was inside of, that the entire street had been built on in years past. Gomez, his partner, had just been killed by a massive cave in while trying to apprehend one of the suspected aliens.

Roark ran out of the main street entrance to the building and waved at a van across the road. He watched as the van zoomed over to where he was. It was being driven by Brock Ackers, a mid-level operative hired by Homeland Security to monitor any signs of alien technology being used via radio, or other broadcast and satellite means.

“Where’s Gomez?” Ackers asked as Roark climbed into the front passenger seat.

“He’s dead,” Roark fired back. “Now listen; I need to get to the edge of the hillside that this entire street is built on so put your foot to the pedal and get going!” Roark demanded.

A voice spoke from the rear of the van. It was the voice of Hamnent, the other mid-level operative who had recently moved to America from India.

“I am detecting a flood of energy levels I can not identify,” Hament said. “Keep going this direction, and then turn right in about a mile, and aim through!”


--
BENEATH THE CITY BLOCK IN A SECRET CAVE

Martin sat next to Liam who had revved up the Cylon Raider’s engine. The ship was now hovering in the cave, which was good, but Baltar had done a great job of concealing the cave; there was no exit.

“How did your father (Baltar) intend to get out of here?” Martin asked Den’ria who sat in the center seat.

“I don’t know. I don’t think he ever expected to have to flee in this manner.” De’nria replied.

“We better think of something,” Liam said at the controls.

Martin activated the weapons array.

“What are you going to do?” Liam asked.

“This!” Martin replied. “Now, punch it Liam!”

Blaster beams streamed out of the raider, and then as the rocks and cave wall were smashed away, the Cylon raider flew out of the cave and into the open canyon beneath the city block atop the hillside.
--
Roark was on the radio in his car.

“Listen to me,” Roark said into the radio receiver, “they killed Gomez and I’m sure they’re going to try to escape. Monitor this area for any unique flying objects. What ever you do, don’t let Norad get their hands on this!”

And then, as the Van that Roark was in came to the end of the road, which happened to look over the canyon below, they saw the Cylon raider streak up from the canyon below, not more than a hundred feet from where the truck had stopped.

“Holy shit,” Brock exclaimed!

Roark was not happy. For not only did he and his men see it, so did a bunch of civilians, several of whom used their Cellphones to take pictures.

--
Meanwhile, at the Norad command in the nearby Rocky Mountains, the main operations center was suddenly in full alert as the satellite relay systems in space detected a UFO in the skies over Colorado. Colonel Hank Morton, who was in command of Norad, and who was chomping on a cigar, monitored the stream of activity that was abound.

“Alright men,” Morton said as he tugged down on the bill of his command ball-cap, “We have been practicing for his day for as long as I can remember. And now we have a real life UFO to deal with. Tell the two F18s on patrol to divert to the bogie, and have them blow that bastard out of the sky.”

“But sir,” Captain Davidson, the duty officer, said, “what if the aliens are peaceful and by shooting them down we instigate an intergalactic war.”

Colonel Morton bit on his cigar as the thought of a reply.

“If they’re so peaceful,” Morton came back with, “then why are they flying around the canyons of Colorado. We’ll follow the old template, from Patton himself; shoot first and ask questions later.”

The entire staff knew of Morton’s affinity for the revered WWII hero. Sometimes it was a bit too much, but there was nothing they could do.

--
Martin looked over to Liam as he flew the Raider.

“We’re sitting ducks up here, anyone can see us.” Martin said to Liam. “We have to get to the emergency evacuation point and warn the others that our cover may be compromised.”

“Look,” De’nria said, “I’m pretty sure that United States military is tracking our every move as we speak. We’re not going to get anywhere as long as they know where we are going.”

Suddenly the instrument panel on the Cylon helm consol began to beep loudly.

“What is it?” Martin asked Liam.

“We are being tracked by two incoming F18s. They will be upon us in seconds.” Liam said.

Martin prepared to fire the blasters.

“Hey! You can’t shoot them down!” De’nria said. “If you do, then we will be considered hostiles and they will come at us with everything they got. And not just the Americans, but the Russians and Chinese too”

“We can’t shoot them anyway,” Martin responded. “There was only enough weapons energy for the blast that got us out of the cave. We’re defenseless.” Martin said.

The two F18s streaked toward the alien craft. The lead jet had been given orders to shoot and destroy.

Captain Hot Rod Stevens, that being his call sign, readied his thumb on the firing switch as the jet drew closer to the Raider. But then, out of nowhere, another craft caught his eyes. It was something he had never seen before. It had two wings, and massive engines on either side of the small craft which was slightly larger than an F14 Tomcat.

But more interesting, as the craft flew by his F18, Hot Rod Stevens could have sworn the pilot was smoking a cigar.
--
Starbuck smiled broadly, and was barely able to keep his cigar in his mouth as he did. He flew towards the two F18s which now broke off their attack vector at the Cylon raider but would no doubt regroup for another attack.

“Who decided to have a dagget fight and didn’t bother calling me to join in?” Starbuck asked the question to himself, or so he thought.

“What’s a dagget?” Kevin Bennett asked from the back passenger seat.


--continued

 

[Mistral]

Re: Battlestar Genesis: 2010--Daggets and All

Great but I want ot read the battle! Hurry!

 

[RobertScorpio]

Battlestar Genesis: 2010--Raise the Curtains

BATTLESTAR GENESIS
Raise the Curtains


--
Starbuck smiled broadly, and was barely able to keep his cigar in his mouth as he did. He flew towards the two F18s which now broke off their attack vector at the Cylon raider but would no doubt regroup for another attack.

“Who decided to have a dagget fight and didn’t bother calling me to join in?” Starbuck asked the question to himself, or so he thought.

“What’s a dagget?” Kevin Bennett asked from the back passenger seat.

--
The two F18s regrouped and now went after the Colonial Viper. Meanwhile, three other F18s who were en-route to Andrews Air-force base were suddenly rerouted to join the fray.

“Starbuck,” Martin said into the Cylon communications panel, “what are you doing in my Viper, and why is my son with you?” Martin demanded.

“I’ll explain later,” Starbuck replied as he did his best to evade the F18s that were trying their hardest to get a fix on him.

“Hi dad,” Kevin said in the background.

Liam cut in. “We can out run these two, but long range scanners show three more F18s coming at us at 1’oclock.”

“We’re going to have to engage them.” Starbuck said.

“If we start shooting down jets, we’re going to open up a can of worms.” Martin.

“I say we just go ahead and let them know who we are,” Starbuck replied. “Besides, it just so happens that I came to your house in Nebraska for a reason. I received a coded message from the Galatica last night,” Starbuck said, “she’s on her way here. In fact, she might be here already.”

“What?” Martin said with excitement.

They had not heard from the Galactica since the landing party had left the great ship just prior to Cain’s last plan to wipe out the rest of the Basestars nearly twenty years earlier. If the Galactica was returning to Earth, it meant that either they had won, or, were coming ahead of the last Basestar, which had finally found Earth.

Although Starbuck out-ranked Martin, Martin was still considered the command officer of the landing party. Starbuck could throw his weight around, but was never the kind of person to do so.

“What about my wife?” Martin asked. “We have to go back to get her.”

“Not a problem,” Starbuck said. “I brought Kassy with me and, if all went according to plan, they are on their way to the airport as we speak with two tickets to Australia.”

An isolated area of the famed Australian outback was where they were all to reunite should such a time warrant it. But perhaps, Martin thought, Starbuck was right. Maybe it was time to end this charade. But Martin was about to find out that the curtains to the grandest story of all time was about to be raised in ways he could never have known.

--
TEN MINUTES EARLIER

President Barak Obama was sleeping soundly when there was a tap on his shoulder. It was his secretary. He opened his eyes.

“Sir,” the secretary said, “You presence is required. The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs is waiting outside in your waiting area.”

“What’s happening?” Michelle Obama asked as she and her husband both awoke.

“I do not know ma’am. But whatever it is it seems pretty important.” The secretary reported. “I need you to come with me as soon as possible Mister President.”

--
The Colonel Viper and Cylon Raider were now being chased by five F18s, after some nifty evasive moves by Liam and Starbuck.

“They can’t chase us forever,” Martin said, as the Viper and Raider were now flying at full speed. “But then they don’t need to. I’m sure we’re on every one of their military satellites.

“Oh no,” Liam said pointing at the scanner, “Holy frak!”

Martin saw immediately why his friend was suddenly concerned. Five Cylon Raiders were heading directly at their position. And as Martin gazed up at the cloudless sky, he knew where those five Raiders had come from. He redirected the Raider’s scanner and saw, on the small view monitor, a Cylon Basestar orbiting the Earth above their position.

“Do you see what I see?” Starbuck called from the communications panel. “They’re here!”

Martin then opened up communications with the F18s that were still following them.

“My name is Captain Martin of the Battlestar Galactica, I am advising you to not engage the five bogies closing on our position. They will destroy us and then you. Get out of here as fast as you can!”

“Good try,” the voice Hot Rod Stevens said. “My name is Captain Rod Stevens. I am ordering you to stand down, Captain Martin.”

There was no avoiding what was to come. Martin was relieved to see the weapons of the Raider were now operational. Perhaps years of sitting around collecting dust had an effect.

“Starbuck,” Martin said, “We’re fully armed here. We have to engage the Raiders so as to protect the F18s.”

“So that’s your strategy?” Starbuck said with a laugh. “Save the F18s so they can shoot us down later? You sound more and more like your father and Grandfather every day.”

“We can do this!” Martin assured Starbuck.

--
EIGHT MINUTES EARLIER

President Obama came out of his sleeping room and into his official waiting area. The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, Five Star Army General Bernard Holt, stood there with a visitor. A man the President had never met before.

“What is it General Holt?” Obama asked. “And who is the gentleman.”

“My name,” the stranger said, “is Commander Apollo of the Battlestar Galactica. I come to you on an urgent mission. Unless we act fast, your world will be destroyed.”

“What is he talking about?” Obama asked General Holt.

“Sir,” General Holt said. “This man is not from Earth.”

Obama’s jaw almost dropped off his head.

--
EIGHT MINUTES LATER


Suddenly a stream of air-to-air missiles streamed passed the Viper and Raider on course for the fast approaching five Cylon Raiders.

“What was that?” Starbuck asked as he watched the missiles zip past him.

Captain Hot Rod Stevens replied. “By order of the United States President, I am to assist you in bringing down those five bogies.”

At that moment the missiles hit one of the invading Raiders, destroying it. The other four broke formation and prepared to engage the Viper, Raider, and five F18 hornets.

--

Continued…