nuBSG fanfic "Battlestar Urantia"

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Past, Present, and Future" (EP. 009)

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship and her fleet sailed through space.

STARBOARD HANGAR DECK

Admiral Standish looked over the captured Cylon Heavy Raider, that belonged to the Tauron pirates, as he listened to the Deck Chief deliver his report.

"... So, I think it IS doable, now, to integrate some of the Cylon FTL technology into the ships of the fleet." the Chief began. "Before, the only models I had to go on, were the Seeker, and the vintage model we captured. But this is a standard example of their modern craft, so I was able to understand how everything went together, a little better." he added.

"But?" Standish asked, looking back to the Chief.

"Well..." the Chief began, playing with a large wrench, as he spoke. "I don't know how well it'll work, if even at all. And then there's the issue of manpower... I'll need the people needed for a job of this scope... it'll take time to outfit the whole fleet." he stated.

"How long?" the Admiral returned.

"Two weeks, at least." the Chief offered.

The Admiral walked back to the Chief, looking into his eyes.

"We'll be at Kobol in one week. After we drop off the Emilonian fleet, I want to be able to make it back to Caprica, in no more than two jumps... if the Cylons are following us, I want to have the advantage, and jump into Caprican space, before they expect us back." he stated.

"That's... a tall order, Sir. I'm pretty confident a Basestar can pull that kind of jump, but I can't say for sure, how powerful the FTL's are, on smaller craft. But... I'll do what I can." he added, smiling.

Standish nodded, returning the man's smile, as the Admiral began to walk away, patting the Chief on the back, as he left.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship and her fleet sailed through space, as Viper CAPs flew alongside the ship.

ADMIRAL STANDISH'S CABIN

The door to the cabin opened, and Tyler entered his quarters, unbuttoning his uniform top, and tossing it over the top of the couch, as he looked to the kitchen area, where Eliza was, cooking dinner.

He walked over to her, moving to stand behind her, and throwing his arms around her, from behind, holding her close.

"Mmmm... what's this?" he asked.

"I thought I'd be makin' us some dinner tonight." she stated, smiling, as she looked up to face him.

"That's nice." Standish began. "It smells good." he said, letting Eliza go, so she could continue cooking, as he walked over to the couch.

"Long day?" Eliza asked, from the kitchen area.

"Aye... I'm hoping that we can use the Cylon FTL's to enhance the jumping range of the ships in the fleet. It won't be easy, if it'll even be possible." Tyler said.

"Did you see Grae today?" she asked.

Standish sighed, as he plopped himself down on the couch.

"Yeah... she's looking a bit better. Even though we both have come to terms with what happened... I know it'll take her some time, before she'll feel real comfortable around me again." he stated.

"Aye, that it will." Eliza began, pausing from the cooking, to walk over to where Standish was, so she could face him. "But she loves you... and you love her. You two need each other, and from what you told me, she needs a family structure, good and proper." she said.

"Yeah... your point?" Tyler asked, looking up to her.

"The more time you spend with her, the quicker the recovery will take. Besides... she's your daughter. Invite her back into your life. Have her in, for dinner... be there, and talk with her. Give her some structure... some routine." Eliza offered.

Tyler pondered her words, before looking back up to her, replying.

"I don't want to do it alone... and I think she'd be more comfortable, if someone else was present." he said.

"I don't mind it." Eliza offered. "I'll seek her out tomorrow, and ask her to supper, tomorrow night. We'll all eat dinner together... as a family." she added, offering a small smile, as she looked to Tyler.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[TariAdama]

I will only go to dinner if I can start a food fight Fearless Leader... LOL

 

[BolianAuthor]

LOL... don't give me any ideas, now...

 

[TariAdama]

Oh come on... Food fights are fun.... Don't make me start one, cause I will. You know I will.

 

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Past, Present, and Future" (EP. 009)

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship and her fleet sailed through space.

OBSERVATION LOUNGE

The room was buzzing with activity, as Jareth Benassi, the Thunderstar's CAG, walked in, heading to the bar, for a drink. On his way, he noticed two people whom he recognized only from a single photo, in Grae's quarters... her parents.

The bartender slid Jareth's drink over to him, and he took it, heading to where Grae's parents were sitting.

"You're Grae's parents, aren't you?' he asked, as the two people looked up to him.

"Aye, that we are." the man stated.

"Jareth Benassi... Commander of Thunderstar's Air Group." he announced, extending his hand to the couple.

"Paris and Helen Azaire." the man replied, standing up somewhat, to shake Jareth's hand. "Please... have a seat." he gestured, as Jareth sat. "So... you're the pilot that everyone says our daughter is dating." he said.

"Guilty as charged, I'm afraid." Jareth returned.

"You know..." Grae's mom began, leaning towards Jareth a bit. "We're actually glad you're here... we were trying to figure some things out, and maybe you can help us... provide some insight." she stated.

Jareth looked to them wide-eyed, taking a sip of his drink.

"Anything I can do to help..." he offered.

"Great." Helen said, smiling. "You see, we've been hearing a lot of scuttlebutt... rumors, and what have you, about our daughter, and the Admiral... some of them downright hurtful." she added.

"We heard that something happened between them... something bad?" Paris added.

Jareth paused, lifting his eyelids to look at them, from his glass, before putting it down on the table.

"I'm afraid I can't help you there. Grae has placed her confidence in me." he replied. "It's a private matter."

Helen and Paris looked to each other, then back to Jareth.

"Well, I'm sorry, young man... but we are her parents. I think we have a right, and deserve to know what might be bothering her... there might be a chance we can help." Helen offered.

Jareth looked to the floor, and sighed, as he looked back up, facing the father.

"Ok, but you have to know that I'm telling you, only because you are her parents." he began, as he moved to sit beside Paris, and in soft voice, told him what had happened.

"WHAT?!" Paris boomed, as he shot up from his seat, Helen following. "I'm gonna kill the frakker!" he added, as he rushed out of the room, taking his wife with him, as Jareth shot after them.

"Wait!" Jareth called out, as they left the room.

ADMIRAL STANDISH'S CABIN

In the large central area of the cabin, the Admiral, Eliza, and Grae, all sat around a dining table that had been set up, in the middle of enjoying the dinner that Eliza had cooked.

Grae had been polite, but was still keeping mostly quiet, just watching how the Admiral acted.

"So... how are things in CIC?" Eliza asked, as she filled the Admiral's plate with a second helping.

"Well." Standish began. "We're two days away from Kobol. We're lucky that you folks kept the course charts in your ship computers... otherwise, it would have taken the fleet a much longer time to find the place." he added. "Once we reach orbit, Urantia will send out a recon team... do some scans of the planet, determine the best places for landing parties." he stated.

Eliza smiled, as was about to say something else, when a series of loud knocks was heard on the door, and Standish got up, walking to the door, to open it.

He barely opened it, when Paris pushed his way in, pointing at Standish.

"YOU!" he barked, just as Jareth caught up with the newcomers, behind Helen.

"What the frak is this?" Standish asked, looking to the new arrivals, as Grae got up, and faced the door, at the sound of her parent's voices.

"You did it... you, you motherfrakking sick bastard!" Paris shouted, at Standish, who looked to Jareth, then to Grae, and realized what was going on. "I'm gonna frakking kill you, you sick frak!" he spat, as Jareth struggled to now hold him back, from lunging at the Admiral.

Standish simply nodded, looking tp Paris.

"Fine... hold on." Tyler said, walking over to his desk, and producing his gun, from the drawer, and walking back in front of Paris. "Here." he added, tossing the gun to Paris, who caught it, and flipped it around, aiming it at the Admiral, point-blank.

"NO!" Eliza shouted, as Grae ran behind the Admiral, holding onto him.

"Grae, baby, move away from him!" Paris called out.

"I'm not going anywhere." Grae said, from behind the Admiral.

"Better hurry up, if you're gonna do it." Standish shot to Paris. "Otherwise, my dinner's getting cold." he added.

"Grae, baby... do as your father says." Helen plead.

"No... he's not my father... this is." Grae replied.

"What?" Paris exclaimed. "You're frakking insane, you are!" he added, as his disbelief got the best of him, and he lowered the gun, giving Standish the window he needed to reach out, and grab the gun away from Paris, placing it on the small table behind the couch. "This man hurt you... raped you... and you would stay with him? You would choose him, over your own flesh and blood? Your own family?" he asked of Grae.

Grae emerged from behind the Admiral, looking at her parents, as she delievered her reply.

"THIS is my family... and yes... I choose him over you frak-ups, any day. YOU people hurt me, too." she spat.

"So?" Paris asked, beside himself. "What makes him any different from us, then?"

Grae looked right into her parent's eyes, as she gave her answer...

"He apologized." she spat.

For a long moment, Grae's parents just glared at her, shocked at what she had just said and done, as Standish just looked at Paris, expressionless.

Finally, Paris's expression turned to one of contempt for Grae, and he grabbed Helen by the arm, and took her with him, as he stormed out of the cabin, as Jareth and everyone else looked after them.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[Radiogod]

I am back from Idaho visiting my new grandson, YAY! Somehow I think Standish is going to end up killing someone....Did D'Anna download or were they out of range? hmmmmmmm.

 

[BolianAuthor]

^

Well, Eliza is really helping Standish get over his rage issues, and his feelings of guilt and such... she's rebuilding him. I think if he was going to kill anyone else, it would have been D'anna/Three, but Grae did it for him.

Regarding the fate of D'anna... even if she were somehow able to download, Cavil boxed her model line, so her knowledge would just go into cold storage, or whatever.

BTW... to everyone... keep these kinds of questions and feedback coming... I like to know people are still following the story. I said before... it's not an issue of vanity. I know people are reading, and I want to know what you think. If you have a question, ask! I like to interact with my readers.

It takes a LOT of effort, to write this story, and keep this product at the level of quality I hope it is, and it would just be real nice to hear from more people more often.

 

[TariAdama]

Sooooo glad those frakked up parents are gone.... maybe on their way back to the bar they stumble out an air lock...


Just a thought. LOL!!

 

[BolianAuthor]

Sooooo glad those frakked up parents are gone.... maybe on their way back to the bar they stumble out an air lock...


Just a thought. LOL!!

Damn... that's just... damn...

 

[TariAdama]

Their my parents... I can wish harm upon them if I choose.... besides it's not likely my wish will be granted seeing as there is no airlocks for which they can stumble out of.

 

[Radiogod]

OK, with the destruction of the resurrection hub, we can assume that no other D'anna's will be unboxed. good

 

[BolianAuthor]

Yeah, from this point on, I wouldn't count on seeing D'anna anymore... at least not alive.

 

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Past, Present, and Future" (EP. 009)

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR GALACTICA - BSG-75 - 6 YEARS AGO

The proud Battlestar held position over Caprica, as the beautiful world turned beneath the mammoth ship, and Viper CAPs flew alongside and past the ship.

COMMANDER ADAMA'S CABIN

Grae Azaire stood before the Commander of Galactica, her arms behind her back, and her face directed forward, at attention, a very thin layer of sweat on her nervous face.

Commander William Adama stood up from his desk chair, and tapped the edge of a manila folder on his desk, as he glared at Grae, with his trademark icy stare.

"This is the second time." Adama began. "The second time you've been before me, here, in this cabin, for a disciplinary matter." he added. "What the frak is the problem?" he asked, firm, yet soft. "Not ONLY did you enter Galactica airspace, without prior clearance, but you brought your Viper into an unsafe distance from one of our own Vipers, and then proceeded to initiate a very dangerous astrobatic maneuver... hot-dogging... showing off, with Lieutenant Thrace!" he added, taking his glasses off, and setting them on the desk. "You of all people should know... a Viper CAP is no time for playing games, or hot-dogging!" he stated, looking to her, walking around the desk, to stand in front of her. "So... what have you got to say for yourself?" he asked.

"Well, like you said, Sir... Kara was also playing along..." Grae started, as Adama's look turned frustrated, and he cut her off.

"I'm not talking about Kara... I'm frakking talking to YOU." he began. "I don't know how you've managed to remain on that ship of Standish's... I don't know how the frak he puts up with your antics." Adama shot, looking deep into her eyes, for her reaction. "I have to put up with a lot of people telling me that I look like Standish, but you can rest assured... unlike him, I won't let stunts like this slide. Maybe he has the time to babysit children, or wants to... I don't. I already have one of my own to look after... two, if you count Lieutenant Thrace. The last thing I need or want, is another frakking mess to clean up. Do I make myself clear?" he asked, glaring at Grae with that stare of ice.

"Sir... yes, Sir!" Grae replied, swallowing a lump in her throat.

Adama regarded her for a moment, before nodding, and walking back to his desk, where he opened his logbook, and picked up a pen, sitting back down.

"Because your old man is a friend of mine, and I owe him one... I'm not gonna put this down on the official record." Adama stated, looking back up to Grae. "But when he gets back to Urantia... he WILL hear about it." he added.

"Aye, Sir." Grae lamented, looking to the floor for a moment, like a schoolchild in the Principal's office.

"We are all capable of making our own decisions in our lives, Miss Azaire." Adama stated. "Both you and Kara are old enough where you should be making the right ones. Dismissed." he added, as Grae looked up to him, saluting, before turning on her heels, and leaving the room.

As the door to Adama's cabin opened, the Commander looked up, after Grae, as he wrote in his logbook.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53 - PRESENT DAY

ADMIRAL STANDISH'S CABIN

Slowly, Grae began to wake, as her eyes slowly opened. She winced in momentary discomfort, discovering that she had fallen asleep at the Admira'ls dinner table, and her head had just spent over seven hours upon a dinner plate, with a few blobs of mashed potato still on the plate.

Grae gradually got up, and tried to run her fingers through the parts of her hair that had been among the mashed potatoes, and stood up, slowly walking to the Admiral's rack.

When she got there, she found Tyler and Eliza, both still fully asleep, laying in the bed together, Eliza's arms wrapped around the Admiral.

For a long moment, Grae just looked at both of them, and realized that the Admiral was right... it was time to go forward, and heal. Here, before her, was the father and mother she could have, if she played her cards right, and began making the right choices. The first step would be to put the past behind her, and forgive both herself, and the Admiral, for what had happened in the past. It was a step that she found she was now fully ready to take, and she reached into her pocket, and pulled out a folded-up photograph...

It was a photo that had been taken on the surface of Omiron... the Capitol City. It was a photo of Grae and Standish, standing in front of one of Urantia's Raptors, and the Admiral had his right arm around Grae, holding her close to him, as both of them wore big smiles.

Grae smiled, as she looked at the photo, wiping away a solitary tear, that began to run down her cheek. Very quietly and gently, she placed the photo upon Tyler's nightstand, before backing out of his bedroom just as quietly, leaving him and Eliza to their sleep.


TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[Macker]

Now that is strange...I wonder just what exactly caused Medusa to fall asleep at the dinner table...onto her smashed taters at that!

 

[BolianAuthor]

^

Well, a lot of stuff went down, the night before, so...

LOL.

 

[TariAdama]

That's what I want to know too? LOL!!

 

[Radiogod]

So Grae came to dinner, had some nice chit chat and then passed out in her food. Haven't we all done that?

 

[BolianAuthor]

Stranger things have happened...

 

[BolianAuthor]

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "Past, Present, and Future" (EP. 009)

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship and her fleet sailed through space.

CIC

Admiral Standish stood at the command table, along with Captain Kline, of the Sal Caltanis. The two men regarded the multitude of navigational charts, that were upon the tbale.

"Remember," Kline began. "'Soon as we jump into orbit, we'll want to orient to an equitorial orbit. That ought put us right above Emilon." he stated, as Standish looked to him, puzzled.

"Emilon? Emilon is your world... your colony." Standish offered.

"Aye, that it is." Kline replied. "But we named our planet after the continent we hail from... Emilon... the equatorial continent on Kobol. All the separatist colonies named their worlds after their continent of origin, on Kobol... Omiron is the northern continent, and Ruion is the eastern continent." he explained.

"I see..." Standish replied, nodding, as he turned to his new Officer of the Watch, a young woman, who had assumed the post to replace Mister Hindri, when he became Urantia's new XO. "Miss Zamfir, are we almost ready?" Tyler asked.

"Aye, Sir... all the fleet ships report green, for FTL jump." she reported.

"Very well. Take us to Kobol, Miss Zamfir." Standish ordered, turning back to the command table.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The trademark ring of pure golden light washed over the Battlestar, erasing it from sight, as all around, the process was repeated, as one by one, the rest of the fleet ships also vanished from view.



KOBOL



With a brillaint and thunderous burst of golden light, the Battlestar Urantia emerged from FTL, in a slowly rotating drift, as all around it, the ships of the fleet jumped into sight, one by one.

Gradually, the smaller ships of the fleet fired their forward thrusters, and began to head towards the beautiful blue and white planet before them... Kobol... the homeworld of the human species.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

Both Standish and Kline looked to Miss Zamfir, as she worked her panel, before looking up at both men, with her report.

"All ships reporting in... local star patterns are a match. We are now locked in a equatorial orbit... of Kobol." she announced, as the CIC crew broke out into cheers and applause, while Standish and Kline shook hands, smiling.

"Welcome home, Captain." Standish offered.

"To us all." Kline replied, embracing Tyler, and patting him on the back.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

STARBOARD FLIGHT POD

A dozen Raptors came rushing out of the flight pod, and were joined by multitudes of Vipers and Starcats, as they raced towards the front of the fleet formation, to join the various numbers of small Emilonian pilgrim transports, that were already making a run for the atmosphere of Kobol.

KOBOL

The numbers of Starcats, Vipers, and Raptors soared through the clear blue sky, as they began to descend through a large and fluffy white cloud. As the formation emerged from the cloud, they were joined on both sides, by many Emilonian pilgrim transports, and the two Pan-Galactic passenger liners, as the group of ships made its descent towards the landing zone on the surface.

EMILON LANDING PARTY #2

The various pilgrims and crew from the two transports that had landed in that area, began the busy task of offloading the tents and food rations and other supplies, onto the surface, to set up camp, as the two transports loomed large in the nearby distance, their dirty yellow-ochre hulls contrasting with the rich green of the grassy plain upon which they landed, and the bright blue sky.

One group of pilgrims was busy erecting one side of a large tent, when a man's voice calling out, caught their attention.

"HEY! OVER HERE! I FOUND SOMETHING!" the man's voice called out, from a nearby ridge, on the edge of a heavily wooded area.



A trio of Emilonian military officers and a handful of pilgrims walked up to where the man who had called out was, and he pointed to a large and tall cluster of branches and vines, that were either draped over, or growing over, something large.

The team of people helped each other clear the branches and debris, until it was obvious that what was underneath the vegetation was not natural... it was a mass of metal... very dark metal... a dirty tan/bronze color, that was also scarred by heavy burn and singe marks. Finally, enough of the debris was cleared, to enable a positive identification of the object.

"Gods!" one of the pilgrims exclaimed. "It's one of those things Urantia has... you know... what's it called?" he asked, trying to think.

"Raptors." one of the military men offered, looking to his fellow officers. "Somebody better call Admiral Standish." he added, looking back to the mangled Raptor.


TO BE CONTINUED...

 

[TariAdama]

Woo Hoo a Raptor!! Awesome!! LOL!! Great Job admiral and as always keep up the good work.