nuBSG fanfic "Battlestar Urantia"
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Radiogod,
This whole arc is for Standish, and how he comes to terms with his anger issues, and how he learns to rebuild himself as a man, and overcome the emotional damage done to him by Tina and D'anna.
It will also be about forgiveness... and how much pain someone is willing to endure, to realize a dream.
Finally, it will be about the power of love... true love.
Stay tuned... it'll be fun!
This whole arc is for Standish, and how he comes to terms with his anger issues, and how he learns to rebuild himself as a man, and overcome the emotional damage done to him by Tina and D'anna.
It will also be about forgiveness... and how much pain someone is willing to endure, to realize a dream.
Finally, it will be about the power of love... true love.
Stay tuned... it'll be fun!
^
No... Grae IS his biological daughter.
No... Grae IS his biological daughter.
Hey, send me a private e-mail and I will check it out.
Awe Eliza is giving orders to Hindri.. so cute... But Man that woman has a lot to help the Admiral with.
To all of you viewers out in the audience you all have just had a huge sock dealt to you and it can only get better form here. Stay tuned for more juicy things to come.
Fearless Leader.. you are as always awesome!!!!
To all of you viewers out in the audience you all have just had a huge sock dealt to you and it can only get better form here. Stay tuned for more juicy things to come.
Fearless Leader.. you are as always awesome!!!!
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Aqua Vitae" (EP. 008)
AND NOW... PART FOUR OF "AQUA VITAE"...
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Urantia sailed through space, leading her ragtag fleet along behind her.
SICKBAY
Eliza Winnow, sat by the bed of Tyler Standish, stroking his head with her fingers, as he slept. In her lap, was a copy of the Book of the Word, which she had spent most of the night praying from, for him.
On the other side of the bed, Doctor Casten appeared, picking up Tyler's chart, as Eliza looked up to him.
"His vitals are stabilized... he should be awake by this evening." Casten said, looking to Eliza. "I think he's gonna have a long recovery ahead of him. I've cured his physical injuries. The emotional ones... those are the ones that can do the most damage to him now." he said, as he shot Eliza a forced smile that was meant to provide comfort.
Eliza looked again to Standish, then up to Doctor Casten.
"Doctor... would it be okay if I left for about an hour?" she asked.
"Sure... you need some rest, I'd say." he replied.
"Sure as that may be, he can't afford for me to take a rest." Eliza answered. "I'll be in his quarters. Let me know if there's any change?" she added, as she began to get up.
"Of course." the Doc replied.
"Please do me the kindness of watching my things." Eliza said, as she left, leaving the Doc alone with the Admiral for the time being.
CIC
The whine of the DRADIS monitors filled the room, as Commander McAllister stepped onto the deck for the first time, as acting Commander of the fleet, as Urantia's new XO, Eric Hindri, took his place beside McAllister, at the command table.
The two men shared an awkward nod of acknowledgement, as they shook hands for a second, at which point, they both turned to look at the recon photos and star maps that were laid upon the command table.
"Well?" McAllister asked, looking at the maps. "What now, Mister Hindri?" he added.
"Well, we're gonna have to move... the longer we stay here, the longer we are vulnerable to Cylon attack. Thing is... the old man had a plan... he knew what we were going to do, after all the data from Caprica was analyzed. But now that he's out for the immediate future... we need a new plan... some way to keep the fleet safe, yet also keep us close to the Colonies." Hindri stated.
"Agreed." McAllister replied. "This is Standish's command... his fleet. We should wait until HE can lead us into the final battle with the Cylons." he added, as now he saw a single document, that was scotch-taped to the command table surface... as if to serve as a reminder... it was the Urantia Compact... the document that the Admiral had drafted with the people of the fleet. "That's it..." he added, looking to Hindri. "The Urantia Compact." he added, as Hindri returned his look.
ADMIRAL STANDISH'S CABIN
The door to the cabin opened, and Eliza was taken aback for a second, by the smell of quarters left untidy, by the Admiral's abscence. The place was a wreck... messy clothes strewn on the floor, couch cushions in disarray, smashed objects and bottles, papers thrown everywhere, and brandy bottles on the floor.
Eliza set her overcoat down upon one of the couches, and walked over to the kitchen area, and one by one, opened the cabinets, looking for the Admiral's stock of alchohol.
Finally, she found his liquor cabinet, and one by one, took all the bottles out, and placed them on the countertop.
She then proceeded to one by one, open each bottle, and pour its contents down the drain of the sink, until all the liquor was gone... all of it, except for ONE single bottle of brandy. That one, she kept intact, for that single bottle of brandy, was what was going to become the salvation of Tyler Standish.
She then proceeded to walk around the place, and take stock of what needed to be thrown out, and what needed to be cleaned. She entered the main living area, and saw that the photo of Tyler and herself on Emilon has survived, unscathed, and it made her smile, as she picked it up, regarding it. She held it to her chest, as she closed her eyes, beginning to sob, as she gradually sat down in the Admiral's desk chair, holding the photo to her heart.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Urantia sailed through space, leading her ragtag fleet along behind her.
COLONEL HINDRI'S QUARTERS
The ship Captains from the various fleet ships all stood crowded in Hindri's quarters, as Hindri and McAllister stood behind Hindri's desk, facing the crowd.
Finally, Hindri let out a loud and shrill whistle, that quieted down the mob, as the Captains looked to him.
"People... thank you again, for coming here, on such short notice." he began. "First of all, I want to bring you up to speed, on what has taken place. The reports you have heard, via word-of-mouth are largely true." he added. "D'anna Biers, the former XO of this ship, HAS been positively identified as a Cylon agent, and is currently being held in Urantia's brig. Because of recent injuries she sustained, she cannot answer questions for the time being, but she has been treated for her injuries, and as soon as we can talk to her, we ARE going to be questioning her about her knowledge of the Cylon forces in this region." Hindri stated.
"What of Admiral Standish?" one man called out.
"Admiral Standish is currently recovering in our medical bay, after having suffered a heart attack. He is resting, and getting the help he needs, so that hopefully, soon, he can and will return to duty. I am now Urantia's XO, and Commander McAllister here will be serving as Commander of the fleet, until such time that Admiral Standish is able to resume command." Hindri offered.
"So what do we do now?" one woman asked. "Do we just sit here, and wait for the Cylons to jump in?"
"No." Hindri called out, in reply. "We know exactly what we will do, in the meantime." he continued. "We will honor the Admiral's promise to you... to the ships of the Thirteenth Tribe fleet. We will take you back to Kobol." he finished, as the crowd began to talk amongst itself, the Captains looking to each other, as they spoke.
TO BE CONTINUED...
AND NOW... PART FOUR OF "AQUA VITAE"...
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Urantia sailed through space, leading her ragtag fleet along behind her.
SICKBAY
Eliza Winnow, sat by the bed of Tyler Standish, stroking his head with her fingers, as he slept. In her lap, was a copy of the Book of the Word, which she had spent most of the night praying from, for him.
On the other side of the bed, Doctor Casten appeared, picking up Tyler's chart, as Eliza looked up to him.
"His vitals are stabilized... he should be awake by this evening." Casten said, looking to Eliza. "I think he's gonna have a long recovery ahead of him. I've cured his physical injuries. The emotional ones... those are the ones that can do the most damage to him now." he said, as he shot Eliza a forced smile that was meant to provide comfort.
Eliza looked again to Standish, then up to Doctor Casten.
"Doctor... would it be okay if I left for about an hour?" she asked.
"Sure... you need some rest, I'd say." he replied.
"Sure as that may be, he can't afford for me to take a rest." Eliza answered. "I'll be in his quarters. Let me know if there's any change?" she added, as she began to get up.
"Of course." the Doc replied.
"Please do me the kindness of watching my things." Eliza said, as she left, leaving the Doc alone with the Admiral for the time being.
CIC
The whine of the DRADIS monitors filled the room, as Commander McAllister stepped onto the deck for the first time, as acting Commander of the fleet, as Urantia's new XO, Eric Hindri, took his place beside McAllister, at the command table.
The two men shared an awkward nod of acknowledgement, as they shook hands for a second, at which point, they both turned to look at the recon photos and star maps that were laid upon the command table.
"Well?" McAllister asked, looking at the maps. "What now, Mister Hindri?" he added.
"Well, we're gonna have to move... the longer we stay here, the longer we are vulnerable to Cylon attack. Thing is... the old man had a plan... he knew what we were going to do, after all the data from Caprica was analyzed. But now that he's out for the immediate future... we need a new plan... some way to keep the fleet safe, yet also keep us close to the Colonies." Hindri stated.
"Agreed." McAllister replied. "This is Standish's command... his fleet. We should wait until HE can lead us into the final battle with the Cylons." he added, as now he saw a single document, that was scotch-taped to the command table surface... as if to serve as a reminder... it was the Urantia Compact... the document that the Admiral had drafted with the people of the fleet. "That's it..." he added, looking to Hindri. "The Urantia Compact." he added, as Hindri returned his look.
ADMIRAL STANDISH'S CABIN
The door to the cabin opened, and Eliza was taken aback for a second, by the smell of quarters left untidy, by the Admiral's abscence. The place was a wreck... messy clothes strewn on the floor, couch cushions in disarray, smashed objects and bottles, papers thrown everywhere, and brandy bottles on the floor.
Eliza set her overcoat down upon one of the couches, and walked over to the kitchen area, and one by one, opened the cabinets, looking for the Admiral's stock of alchohol.
Finally, she found his liquor cabinet, and one by one, took all the bottles out, and placed them on the countertop.
She then proceeded to one by one, open each bottle, and pour its contents down the drain of the sink, until all the liquor was gone... all of it, except for ONE single bottle of brandy. That one, she kept intact, for that single bottle of brandy, was what was going to become the salvation of Tyler Standish.
She then proceeded to walk around the place, and take stock of what needed to be thrown out, and what needed to be cleaned. She entered the main living area, and saw that the photo of Tyler and herself on Emilon has survived, unscathed, and it made her smile, as she picked it up, regarding it. She held it to her chest, as she closed her eyes, beginning to sob, as she gradually sat down in the Admiral's desk chair, holding the photo to her heart.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Urantia sailed through space, leading her ragtag fleet along behind her.
COLONEL HINDRI'S QUARTERS
The ship Captains from the various fleet ships all stood crowded in Hindri's quarters, as Hindri and McAllister stood behind Hindri's desk, facing the crowd.
Finally, Hindri let out a loud and shrill whistle, that quieted down the mob, as the Captains looked to him.
"People... thank you again, for coming here, on such short notice." he began. "First of all, I want to bring you up to speed, on what has taken place. The reports you have heard, via word-of-mouth are largely true." he added. "D'anna Biers, the former XO of this ship, HAS been positively identified as a Cylon agent, and is currently being held in Urantia's brig. Because of recent injuries she sustained, she cannot answer questions for the time being, but she has been treated for her injuries, and as soon as we can talk to her, we ARE going to be questioning her about her knowledge of the Cylon forces in this region." Hindri stated.
"What of Admiral Standish?" one man called out.
"Admiral Standish is currently recovering in our medical bay, after having suffered a heart attack. He is resting, and getting the help he needs, so that hopefully, soon, he can and will return to duty. I am now Urantia's XO, and Commander McAllister here will be serving as Commander of the fleet, until such time that Admiral Standish is able to resume command." Hindri offered.
"So what do we do now?" one woman asked. "Do we just sit here, and wait for the Cylons to jump in?"
"No." Hindri called out, in reply. "We know exactly what we will do, in the meantime." he continued. "We will honor the Admiral's promise to you... to the ships of the Thirteenth Tribe fleet. We will take you back to Kobol." he finished, as the crowd began to talk amongst itself, the Captains looking to each other, as they spoke.
TO BE CONTINUED...
I'm trying folks but I do believe I'm having a Galactica 1980 moment.
Dr Zee can live with the rape but the incest is just too much. I have now Galactica 1980'd that portion of the episode.
Bad dream that never happened.
Those are my 2cents, yinz write whatchyer gonna write and don't let the hecklers interfere with the vision.
Dr Zee can live with the rape but the incest is just too much. I have now Galactica 1980'd that portion of the episode.
Bad dream that never happened.
Those are my 2cents, yinz write whatchyer gonna write and don't let the hecklers interfere with the vision.
Well, I hope that means you're not gonna stop reading.
Remember... this is RDM's BSG universe... people are FAR from perfect. Sometimes people we have come to know and love make a bad call... a REALLY bad call... one that makes us step back and ask ourselves... can we trust this person? Can we be friends with them? Can we even find it within ourselves to forgive them?
To err is to be human, and Standish has just erred bigtime. He knows what he did was horribly wrong, and now, his journey will be the journey of how to go about fixing things, and making things right again.
Like I said... my co-author and I thought long and hard about this story arc, and we came to realize that dramatically, it was a goldmine. Standish and Grae are hurting like all hell right now... but now, the journey for them will be to see if they can both come out of this better and stronger.
Grae might not deal with things the way you like, and Standish has already done things we do not like. But at the end of this arc, my hope is that you, as the reader, can step back and ask yourself if you would or could have dealt with these cards in a different way, or if the characters did all they could have done, in the situation.
I hope you stick around for the ride.
-BolianAdmiral
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Aqua Vitae" (EP. 008)
AND NOW... PART FIVE OF "AQUA VITAE"...
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Urantia sailed through space, along with her fleet.
SICKBAY
It was fairly quiet in the ICU, as the Admiral rested in his bed, still deep in sleep.
Under his closed eyes, there was rapid movement... his body may have been at rest, but his mind was racing. He was lost in a deep dream.
ROTHAN CITY, AERELON - 12 YEARS AGO
The hardcore techno music was pounding, in the small nightclub, as Tyler Standish, and a group of friends sat down to the bar, to have a round of drinks.
"What'll it be, Ty?" one of the friends asked, as Tyler looked down the line to him.
"You know I don't drink." Standish replied, shouting over the noise of the music and the crowd. "Just a cola for me... you guys get whatever you want." he added, as the bartender approached the group of men.
The bartender was a very young, and extremely attractive brunette, who was wearing a very tight and flattering outfit. She smiled to the group.
"Hear that, baby?" one of the men asked her. "This one here says he doesn't drink." he added, as the woman looked to Tyler.
"You said a cola, right?" she asked him.
"Aye... no ice." Standish instructed.
"Well, you're drinking something... I suppose it's a start." she said, as she poured the drink into the glass, and handed it to him. She then extended her hand to him. "I'm Tina... Tina Rogers." she stated, smiling.
"Tyler Standish." he replied, shaking her hand, as the other men in the group looked on, smiling.
"Oooh... nice handshake... strong. Firm. Confident. I like that in a man." Tina stated, as she and Tyler shared a look, as the music continued to pound in the background.
"So... what does such a strong, confident, man do for a living, besides farming, on this rock?" Tina asked, finally breaking the silence.
"I'm the XO of a Battlestar." Tyler replied. "But I'm hoping to make Commander by next year... I want to command my own Battlestar." he added.
"Well... I love a man who knows what he wants... and who commands authority." Tina began. "Have your sights on any ship in particular?" she asked.
Standish shook his head, as he finished taking a drink, looking to her.
"Well... word is Commander Alma is stepping down as CO of Battlestar Urantia in a year or so. And Battlestar Atlion is undergoing a major refit, at the Leonis Yards... any of those two ships would be great to serve on, and command. But I'll take whatever the Fleet Command gives me." he stated, as Tina and Tyler again shared a long look, against the pounding of the background music, and the flashing of the club's strobe lights.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Urantia sailed through space, leading her ragtag fleet along behind her, as Viper and Starcat CAPs flew by the ships of the fleet.
URANTIA BRIG
A pair of boots entered into view, on the bleak concrete floor of Urantia's Brig, and began to walk towards the cell, each step producing an ominous and echoing "clop" sound, until the boots paused before the cell containing D'anna Biers.
Inside the cell, D'anna looked up, as Colonel Hindri knelt down to face her. He gazed at the sight of D'anna's battered face. Her left jaw was swollen to the size of an apple, and was bruised purple and black, and one of her eyes was closed, while the rest of her face sported some flecks and streaks of crusted and dried blood. Her left shoulder was wrapped up, but a patch of soaked-through blood was visible.
"Hmmm." Hindri began, rising back up to stand straight. "Some temper, the old man has." he added. "You must have really frakked him over, to have made him do this." Hindri shot, as D'anna looked up to him. "In any case... I was hoping that now you might be in a mood to tell me a few things I need to know. Like the location of the Cylon fleet." he added.
D'anna was silent for a moment, as she looked to the floor, and spit out a wad of blood on the ground of her cell, before looking back up to Hindri, and smiling, with bloodied teeth.
"You made a mistake, sending Medusa to Caprica, with that recon party." she began. "Now that we know where you are... there will be no escape. As long as I'm alive... our forces will always know where you are... your every move." she added, chuckling now.
Hindri nodded, faking an attempt to take what she was saying seriously.
"Is that a fact?" he asked, as she again looked to him.
"It is." D'anna stated. "You see... by the pace we were going... I'd say we're still in Virgon space now. Which means that as soon as Urantia makes her next jump, which will take her to Caprica... you'll find yourselves surrounded by an entire armada of Basestars." she added.
Hindri stood before her, as a sly smile began to creep onto his face, as he began to walk to the wall phone.
"Okay." he began. "Let's just see, shall we?" he asked, picking up the phone. "XO." he stated. "Yeah... jump the ship. Now." he ordered, as he placed the phone back on the cradle, looking to D'anna.
D'anna looked to him as if he was insane.
Suddenly, the surroundings seemed to be caving in all around them, as the room grew smaller and smaller.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The FTL flashring spat the Urantia back into normal space, the ship in a rotating drift, as one by one, the rest of the fleet's ships jumped in to join her.
URANTIA BRIG
Colonel Hindri maintained a solid and steady gaze at D'anna, as whole minutes had now passed. He looked at his watch, and then to D'anna.
"Well, that's five minutes now, and no DRADIS contacts... no Action Stations... no Cylons." he stated.
D'anna wore a look of frustrated confusion, as she tried to comprehend why the ship wasn't now violently shaking with Cylon missile hits.
"It's... impossible." she stated, looking to Hindri. "What did you do?" she asked.
Hindri now smiled, as he again kneeled before D'anna, facing her.
"I think you'll find we're nowhere near Caprica right now." he began. "We've just made our first jump... towards Kobol." he replied, as he now stood straight. "Thanks for the information. I'll let you sleep now." he added, as he walked away.
D'anna slumped back down in the corner of her cell, and sighed a tired sigh, closing her eyes.
CYLON BASESTAR
A loud gasp was heard, as D'anna, or at least, one of the many D'anna's, woke up inside the ressurrection tub, in the otherwise darkened room.
D'anna turned to see Cavil, holding her hand, as he sat beside her tub, looking at her with impartial eyes.
"You know the drill... long, deep, controlled, breathing." Cavil began. "At least you'll never have to go through this again." he assured her. "The decision wasn't easy, but the conclusion was inevitable. Your model is fundamentally flawed." he stated.
"No..." D'anna plead, looking into Cavil's eyes.
"That's why we've decided to box your entire line. Your consciousness, memory, every thought your model ever had... is going into cold storage, indefinately." Cavil stated.
D'anna struggled in the slippery fluid, to sit up straight, and protest, when she heard the heavy metal clanking of Centurion's feet rushing into the adjoining rooms, followed by the sounds of gunfire, and the screams of the other 3's on the ship.
"WAIT!" she called, as Cavil began to press a button on the side of the ressurrection tub. "There's something you need to know!" she continued. "The Battlestar Urantia... it's--" she said, as she then began to gasp, while her tub went dark, and she lost consciousness.
Cavil pulled the chip out from the slot, and looked to D'anna, now floating lifeless, in the dark tub, her naked body obscured by a film of bubbles.
"Goodbye." Cavil offered, as he got up, and walked out of the room.
TO BE CONTINUED...
AND NOW... PART FIVE OF "AQUA VITAE"...
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Urantia sailed through space, along with her fleet.
SICKBAY
It was fairly quiet in the ICU, as the Admiral rested in his bed, still deep in sleep.
Under his closed eyes, there was rapid movement... his body may have been at rest, but his mind was racing. He was lost in a deep dream.
ROTHAN CITY, AERELON - 12 YEARS AGO
The hardcore techno music was pounding, in the small nightclub, as Tyler Standish, and a group of friends sat down to the bar, to have a round of drinks.
"What'll it be, Ty?" one of the friends asked, as Tyler looked down the line to him.
"You know I don't drink." Standish replied, shouting over the noise of the music and the crowd. "Just a cola for me... you guys get whatever you want." he added, as the bartender approached the group of men.
The bartender was a very young, and extremely attractive brunette, who was wearing a very tight and flattering outfit. She smiled to the group.
"Hear that, baby?" one of the men asked her. "This one here says he doesn't drink." he added, as the woman looked to Tyler.
"You said a cola, right?" she asked him.
"Aye... no ice." Standish instructed.
"Well, you're drinking something... I suppose it's a start." she said, as she poured the drink into the glass, and handed it to him. She then extended her hand to him. "I'm Tina... Tina Rogers." she stated, smiling.
"Tyler Standish." he replied, shaking her hand, as the other men in the group looked on, smiling.
"Oooh... nice handshake... strong. Firm. Confident. I like that in a man." Tina stated, as she and Tyler shared a look, as the music continued to pound in the background.
"So... what does such a strong, confident, man do for a living, besides farming, on this rock?" Tina asked, finally breaking the silence.
"I'm the XO of a Battlestar." Tyler replied. "But I'm hoping to make Commander by next year... I want to command my own Battlestar." he added.
"Well... I love a man who knows what he wants... and who commands authority." Tina began. "Have your sights on any ship in particular?" she asked.
Standish shook his head, as he finished taking a drink, looking to her.
"Well... word is Commander Alma is stepping down as CO of Battlestar Urantia in a year or so. And Battlestar Atlion is undergoing a major refit, at the Leonis Yards... any of those two ships would be great to serve on, and command. But I'll take whatever the Fleet Command gives me." he stated, as Tina and Tyler again shared a long look, against the pounding of the background music, and the flashing of the club's strobe lights.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Urantia sailed through space, leading her ragtag fleet along behind her, as Viper and Starcat CAPs flew by the ships of the fleet.
URANTIA BRIG
A pair of boots entered into view, on the bleak concrete floor of Urantia's Brig, and began to walk towards the cell, each step producing an ominous and echoing "clop" sound, until the boots paused before the cell containing D'anna Biers.
Inside the cell, D'anna looked up, as Colonel Hindri knelt down to face her. He gazed at the sight of D'anna's battered face. Her left jaw was swollen to the size of an apple, and was bruised purple and black, and one of her eyes was closed, while the rest of her face sported some flecks and streaks of crusted and dried blood. Her left shoulder was wrapped up, but a patch of soaked-through blood was visible.
"Hmmm." Hindri began, rising back up to stand straight. "Some temper, the old man has." he added. "You must have really frakked him over, to have made him do this." Hindri shot, as D'anna looked up to him. "In any case... I was hoping that now you might be in a mood to tell me a few things I need to know. Like the location of the Cylon fleet." he added.
D'anna was silent for a moment, as she looked to the floor, and spit out a wad of blood on the ground of her cell, before looking back up to Hindri, and smiling, with bloodied teeth.
"You made a mistake, sending Medusa to Caprica, with that recon party." she began. "Now that we know where you are... there will be no escape. As long as I'm alive... our forces will always know where you are... your every move." she added, chuckling now.
Hindri nodded, faking an attempt to take what she was saying seriously.
"Is that a fact?" he asked, as she again looked to him.
"It is." D'anna stated. "You see... by the pace we were going... I'd say we're still in Virgon space now. Which means that as soon as Urantia makes her next jump, which will take her to Caprica... you'll find yourselves surrounded by an entire armada of Basestars." she added.
Hindri stood before her, as a sly smile began to creep onto his face, as he began to walk to the wall phone.
"Okay." he began. "Let's just see, shall we?" he asked, picking up the phone. "XO." he stated. "Yeah... jump the ship. Now." he ordered, as he placed the phone back on the cradle, looking to D'anna.
D'anna looked to him as if he was insane.
Suddenly, the surroundings seemed to be caving in all around them, as the room grew smaller and smaller.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The FTL flashring spat the Urantia back into normal space, the ship in a rotating drift, as one by one, the rest of the fleet's ships jumped in to join her.
URANTIA BRIG
Colonel Hindri maintained a solid and steady gaze at D'anna, as whole minutes had now passed. He looked at his watch, and then to D'anna.
"Well, that's five minutes now, and no DRADIS contacts... no Action Stations... no Cylons." he stated.
D'anna wore a look of frustrated confusion, as she tried to comprehend why the ship wasn't now violently shaking with Cylon missile hits.
"It's... impossible." she stated, looking to Hindri. "What did you do?" she asked.
Hindri now smiled, as he again kneeled before D'anna, facing her.
"I think you'll find we're nowhere near Caprica right now." he began. "We've just made our first jump... towards Kobol." he replied, as he now stood straight. "Thanks for the information. I'll let you sleep now." he added, as he walked away.
D'anna slumped back down in the corner of her cell, and sighed a tired sigh, closing her eyes.
CYLON BASESTAR
A loud gasp was heard, as D'anna, or at least, one of the many D'anna's, woke up inside the ressurrection tub, in the otherwise darkened room.
D'anna turned to see Cavil, holding her hand, as he sat beside her tub, looking at her with impartial eyes.
"You know the drill... long, deep, controlled, breathing." Cavil began. "At least you'll never have to go through this again." he assured her. "The decision wasn't easy, but the conclusion was inevitable. Your model is fundamentally flawed." he stated.
"No..." D'anna plead, looking into Cavil's eyes.
"That's why we've decided to box your entire line. Your consciousness, memory, every thought your model ever had... is going into cold storage, indefinately." Cavil stated.
D'anna struggled in the slippery fluid, to sit up straight, and protest, when she heard the heavy metal clanking of Centurion's feet rushing into the adjoining rooms, followed by the sounds of gunfire, and the screams of the other 3's on the ship.
"WAIT!" she called, as Cavil began to press a button on the side of the ressurrection tub. "There's something you need to know!" she continued. "The Battlestar Urantia... it's--" she said, as she then began to gasp, while her tub went dark, and she lost consciousness.
Cavil pulled the chip out from the slot, and looked to D'anna, now floating lifeless, in the dark tub, her naked body obscured by a film of bubbles.
"Goodbye." Cavil offered, as he got up, and walked out of the room.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Yes... this is Season 3 of the story.
Remember the time jump at the end of Season One, that brought the story to the point with BSG, to the point that the Urantia could discover the remains of New Caprica.
Yes... this is Season 3 of the story.
Remember the time jump at the end of Season One, that brought the story to the point with BSG, to the point that the Urantia could discover the remains of New Caprica.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Aqua Vitae" (EP. 008)
Written by BolianAdmiral and TariAdama
AND NOW... PART SIX OF "AQUA VITAE"...
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Urantia sailed through space, along with her fleet.
CIC
The DRADIS continued to hum, as Commander McAllister and Colonel Hindri stood at the command table, McAllister watching as Hindri shuffled navigation charts on the table.
"So... the Emilon fleet has all the navigational charts and coordinates of Kobol, from when their exodus fleet first left." Hindri said. "But we're still going to have to do some work... we have to take into account thousands of years of stellar drift, to pinpoint the planet's exact location." he added, looking to McAllister.
"Once we're a few jumps away, we should consider sending out a Raptor scouting party." he offered, as he looked to Hindri, another question on his mind. "You sure it was the right move... telling the Cylon prisoner that we jumped away from Caprica? I mean, now that she knows our course, the Cylon's surprise fleet might not be at Caprica, waiting for us... they could be following us all the way to Kobol... or worse yet, be waiting for us AT Kobol, when we arrive." he stated.
"Even if that's the case... it works out fine for us." Hindri began. "The way I figure it... the Cylons wanted the Colonies... no matter what, if they want to keep chasing us to Kobol, they'll have to scatter their forces, leaving some Base Ships to defend the Colonies. That lessens their forces. And even if they DO pursue us from Caprica... we're a couple jumps ahead of them, so we'll always have the advantage." Hindri explained, looking to McAllister, who nodded his silent approval.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Urantia sailed through space, along with her fleet, as a few of the Emilon ships now sailed to the front of the fleet formation, helping to guide the way to Kobol.
URANTIA CORRIDOR
Grae walked through the hall, on her way to Sickbay. She had heard about the Admiral's heart attack. After what had happened to her at the hands of her CO, Grae wasn't sure if she wanted to be near him again, but she had to see him... if for anything, to see if she could tolerate it, emotionally.
She finally arrived at the entrance to the Sickbay, and opened the door, walking over to the Admiral's bed. The Admiral was sleeping, and Eliza was at his bedside, also asleep, her head resting on the Admiral's right hand.
Medusa stood by his gurney and felt her heartbeat speed up and her pulse race. Images bombarded her mind as she looked down at the man who she thought of as a father. Grae felt tears stinging the back of her eyes... she wanted to make sure nobody saw her crying over the Admiral. She couldn't take any more of this, and decided she had to get out of there. Escape was the only option. Grae pushed passed the nurse who was coming over to take the Admiral's vitals, as she darted out of the room. The CAG wasn't sure if she had seen the tears in her eyes but right now she didn't care. Right now Grae couldn't get enough air to breathe and she couldn't slow the beat of her heart.
ROTHAN CITY, AERELON - 12 YEARS AGO
The music and lights remained intense, as Tyler shared a long look with Tina Rogers, at the bar of the small nightclub. It was a gesture that was not lost on Tyler's friends.
"Yo, Tyler... I think you're in love." one of the guys called out.
"Be careful with her, Tyler... she's a crazy one." another guy added.
"You're just saying that, because she's flirting with me, and not you." Standish shot back, not taking his eyes off of Tina, as Tina was forced to giggle at his comeback.
Again, Standish and Tina found themselves staring at each other, for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, Tyler reached out with his hands, and took her hands, holding them, looking her in the eyes.
"Marry me." he blurted.
His friends were beside themselves, as they all looked to Tina, who could only respond by laughing.
"Wow... easy there, turbo. Where'd that come from? You're not even drunk... you can't be... all I gave you was a frakking cola!" she exclaimed, giggling.
"I just know that this feels right... something about you. I know we're meant to be." Tyler replied, still not taking his eyes away from her.
Standish's friends all looked to Tina, beside themselves with shock and amazement. Tina, for her part, just chuckled, not knowing how to react, because she knew that Tyler wasn't kidding around.
"Well... I think before we start sending out wedding invitations, it might be a good idea to go on a first date?" she asked, looking at Tyler.
"Frakking awesome." Standish replied, as he now stood up. "I'll be back when you get off, to pick you up. Don't go anywhere." he said, as Tina could only look to him, and nod that she understood.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Written by BolianAdmiral and TariAdama
AND NOW... PART SIX OF "AQUA VITAE"...
CONTINUED...
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Urantia sailed through space, along with her fleet.
CIC
The DRADIS continued to hum, as Commander McAllister and Colonel Hindri stood at the command table, McAllister watching as Hindri shuffled navigation charts on the table.
"So... the Emilon fleet has all the navigational charts and coordinates of Kobol, from when their exodus fleet first left." Hindri said. "But we're still going to have to do some work... we have to take into account thousands of years of stellar drift, to pinpoint the planet's exact location." he added, looking to McAllister.
"Once we're a few jumps away, we should consider sending out a Raptor scouting party." he offered, as he looked to Hindri, another question on his mind. "You sure it was the right move... telling the Cylon prisoner that we jumped away from Caprica? I mean, now that she knows our course, the Cylon's surprise fleet might not be at Caprica, waiting for us... they could be following us all the way to Kobol... or worse yet, be waiting for us AT Kobol, when we arrive." he stated.
"Even if that's the case... it works out fine for us." Hindri began. "The way I figure it... the Cylons wanted the Colonies... no matter what, if they want to keep chasing us to Kobol, they'll have to scatter their forces, leaving some Base Ships to defend the Colonies. That lessens their forces. And even if they DO pursue us from Caprica... we're a couple jumps ahead of them, so we'll always have the advantage." Hindri explained, looking to McAllister, who nodded his silent approval.
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53
The Urantia sailed through space, along with her fleet, as a few of the Emilon ships now sailed to the front of the fleet formation, helping to guide the way to Kobol.
URANTIA CORRIDOR
Grae walked through the hall, on her way to Sickbay. She had heard about the Admiral's heart attack. After what had happened to her at the hands of her CO, Grae wasn't sure if she wanted to be near him again, but she had to see him... if for anything, to see if she could tolerate it, emotionally.
She finally arrived at the entrance to the Sickbay, and opened the door, walking over to the Admiral's bed. The Admiral was sleeping, and Eliza was at his bedside, also asleep, her head resting on the Admiral's right hand.
Medusa stood by his gurney and felt her heartbeat speed up and her pulse race. Images bombarded her mind as she looked down at the man who she thought of as a father. Grae felt tears stinging the back of her eyes... she wanted to make sure nobody saw her crying over the Admiral. She couldn't take any more of this, and decided she had to get out of there. Escape was the only option. Grae pushed passed the nurse who was coming over to take the Admiral's vitals, as she darted out of the room. The CAG wasn't sure if she had seen the tears in her eyes but right now she didn't care. Right now Grae couldn't get enough air to breathe and she couldn't slow the beat of her heart.
ROTHAN CITY, AERELON - 12 YEARS AGO
The music and lights remained intense, as Tyler shared a long look with Tina Rogers, at the bar of the small nightclub. It was a gesture that was not lost on Tyler's friends.
"Yo, Tyler... I think you're in love." one of the guys called out.
"Be careful with her, Tyler... she's a crazy one." another guy added.
"You're just saying that, because she's flirting with me, and not you." Standish shot back, not taking his eyes off of Tina, as Tina was forced to giggle at his comeback.
Again, Standish and Tina found themselves staring at each other, for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, Tyler reached out with his hands, and took her hands, holding them, looking her in the eyes.
"Marry me." he blurted.
His friends were beside themselves, as they all looked to Tina, who could only respond by laughing.
"Wow... easy there, turbo. Where'd that come from? You're not even drunk... you can't be... all I gave you was a frakking cola!" she exclaimed, giggling.
"I just know that this feels right... something about you. I know we're meant to be." Tyler replied, still not taking his eyes away from her.
Standish's friends all looked to Tina, beside themselves with shock and amazement. Tina, for her part, just chuckled, not knowing how to react, because she knew that Tyler wasn't kidding around.
"Well... I think before we start sending out wedding invitations, it might be a good idea to go on a first date?" she asked, looking at Tyler.
"Frakking awesome." Standish replied, as he now stood up. "I'll be back when you get off, to pick you up. Don't go anywhere." he said, as Tina could only look to him, and nod that she understood.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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