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nuBSG fanfic "Battlestar Urantia"

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "The Word" (EP. 003)

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship led the fleet along, now in open space, having left Emilon behind.

A Colonial shuttle made its way from Urantia to one of the Emilonian pilgrim ships... a ship larger than the Sepia Moon, and a bit darker in color, and sleeker... it was the ship carrying the group's leader, the Prophet Star.

EMILONIAN TRANSPORT SHIP "PROPHET STAR"

Commander Standish was greeted by the door to the meeting room by Eliza Winnow. She smiled, as she offered her hands to him, which he took, as she introduced him to the other pilgrim woman beside her... he recognized her as the brunette who had been giggling at his flirting at her, when they first met.

"Commander... I'm glad you could come." she began. "This is my friend, Sariah Tansen." she added, as the other woman nodded, a shy smile on her face.

"Tyler Standish." he replied to her, offering his hand, which she took, as the two shook shortly.

"Well... shall we?" Eliza asked, as she opened the door to the meeting room.

The trio entered the room, which already had people seated at rows of chairs, facing a central podium. Eliza took her seat, as Standish sat beside her, and Sariah sat beside Standish on the other side.

Standish looked on, as now the group's leader emerged from behind some royal blue curtains, which were behind the stage area, and walked to the podium. Even though this man was from Emilon, and none of the 12 Colonies, Tyler could not help thinking that this man looked a lot like someone he had seen in the news, back on Caprica... a scientist... Gaius Baltar? Yes... that was it... this guy looked like Baltar in a lot of ways... he had long black hair, and a youthful, charismatic look to him... he exuded charm. Standish noticed that as soon as this man entered, the women all looked to him with light in their eyes and faces... Eliza was no exception. He turned to look at Sariah, and she, too, was looking at him longingly.

"That's Wardlow Ethem... he's our Pastor spiritual leader... he organized this voyage, and assembled this fleet." Eliza whispered to Tyler.

Standish nodded, as the man now produced a copy of the Book of the Word, and set it upon the podium, as he opened it to a preset page, and took a drink from a glass of water, before addressing the mass.

"Fair Day, to all of you." he began. "I am pleased to see you all again. I am dually pleased, to welcome a new guest to our gathering... Commander Tyler Standish, of the Battlestar Urantia." he stated. "I thank you, Eliza, for inviting the Commander to join us. And Commander, I thank you for coming... this is an event put into place by the hands of the Gods themselves." he began. "For, who could know, that as we embark on our pilgrimage from Emilon, to our ancient home of Kobol, that we would be destined to cross paths with not only our long-lost brothers and sisters of Man... but that you also, would be on your way back to Kobol?" he stated, as a question.

"Who'd have thunk?" Standish called out, in reply, at a loss as for what else to say, as some of the men in the mass shot him wary glances. He looked at Eliza, and whispered "Sorry" to her, as Sariah tried to suppress a giggle, that still escaped slightly.

The pilgrim leader continued his speech.

"Indeed." he began. "So now, we join our brethren on the voyage back to our home... back to Kobol. And along the way, we shall meet those from the "Twelve Colonies", who elected not to join the 13th tribe, on its voyage to Earth... and we shall see what kind of lives and cultures our relatives have created for themselves. But even considering our differences, we will still be one people, reunited, once again." he went on. "But the 13th tribe's voyage was a long and perilous one... and by assuming the trail back to Kobol, we do so knowing that the voyage back shall be equally long, and arduous. Some of our elder may not live to once again see Kobol. We must ensure that a part of them does see it... that their names and legacies continue." he added. "To increase our numbers, is to increase our legacy... and if we increase our families, we increase our numbers."

"What's he talking about?" Standish whispered to Eliza.

CYLON BASESTAR

The mammoth black vessel continued to silently sail through space, as dozens of guardian Raiders flew alongside it.

In the control center of the Basestar, D'anna was standing over a data console, her hand underneath the thin layer of water that was above the controls. he withdrew her hand, upon hearing the metal clanking of Centurion's feet behind her. The clanking stopped, and she turned around.

The gold Leader stood behind her, and behind him, were two newer Centurions, acting as escorts.

"Speak." she commanded of the Leader.

"Request permission to post a requisition?" the Leader asked.

"I will hear your request." D'anna replied.

"If i am to lead the military engagements with Battlestar Urantia, I require the ability to communicate with my Centurions with efficiency. Considering the error of communication that resulted in the crash-landing of the Heavy Raider, I request to have two Centurions of my order placed under my immediate command, for all combat operations against Battlestar Urantia." he stated.

D'anna momentarily looked shocked.

"That is no small request." she began. "Those models still have their uses, but you are the only one that has seen combat since the war forty years ago." she continued.

The gold Leader just looked at her, his red scanner roving from side to side, as it emitted a whining sound.

"But then, you are the most militarily capable Leader we had in the war... so I feel I must trust your judgement." she said. "Very well... I will grant your request... I will send for two Centurions of your order, to be placed under your direct command." she added.

"By your command." the leader said, as he turned and walked away, as the two newer Centurions turned to look after him as he left.

TO BE CONTINUED...
 
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "The Word" (EP. 003)

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BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The fleet continued onward, heading towards the general location of the second planet of 13th Tribe humans... Ruion.

COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN

Tyler walked over to the couch, where D'anna was sitting, and poured her a glass of ambrosia, before pouring one for himself, and then sitting down to join her.

"So... what is it that's on your mind?" Standish said, taking a sip from his glass.

"Nothing... I just want to spend some more off-duty time with you... get to know my commanding officer a little better." she began. "Lately, you spend most of your off hours on the Sepia Moon." she said.

"I don't know if that'll continue." Standish offered.

"Oh?" D'anna asked, somewhat baitingly.

"Eliza took me to see Wardlow Ethem... I enjoy spending time with her, and I didn't want to be rude, so I sat through the meeting with her and the group. But I wasn't too impressed by what I heard... and Ethem himself... I don't trust him." Standish said.

"Oh? In what way?" D'anna asked.

Standish took another drink from his glass, as he then stood up, and walked to the table to refill it.

"Their beliefs are... different. Ethem believes that the pilgrims should increase their numbers... individual families should grow larger... that they should start having babies... lots of them." he began.

"So what's wrong with that?" D'anna rebutted.

"Nothing. But the way he wants them to do it is unorthodox. He thinks that if the pilgrims take more than one wife, they will be able to greatly increase the size of their families, by having more children within the same family, while still keeping a degree of genetic diversity." Standish added.

"What did Eliza think, when he made that suggestion?" D'anna asked.

"I think she was slightly taken aback... but most everyone accepted it." he said, as he walked back to the couch, and sat down beside D'anna again. "I care for her, but I am going to cut the time I spend with her down... I don't want to interfere with her religious convictions. The fact that she's a part of that fleet demonstrates how important her faith is to her. I'll have to take things slow." he added.

D'anna looked into the Commander's eyes, and after a moment, moved her right arm to his back, and rubbed his back, in comfort. He turned to look at her, and she offered her other hand to him, which he accepted, as he smiled at her.

"Well, you have me, Commander... if you ever need anyone to talk to, you know where I am... I may not be a foxy redhead, but I'd like to think I can help." she offered.

"You're a very attractive woman... I can't think of any man who wouldn't be lucky to have someone like you." he replied.

"You think so?" she asked.

"I know so." Standish answered, looking her in the eyes.

For a long moment, she regarded him, as if asking herself if she should believe what he was saying to her. Finally, she decided to test him.

"Ok, then... prove it." she began. "Kiss me."

For a second, Standish just gazed at her, until he finally moved forward, and planted a passionate kiss, right on her lips. The kiss lasted a good few seconds, until the Commander withdrew, and looked at her with an expression that seemed to say, "Are you satisfied now?".

Apparently, she was not, because then D'anna pulled him to her again, and locked her lips with his, as the two began to share an even more passionate embrace, as both people wrapped their arms around each other, as they kissed.

CYLON BASESTAR

The huge black ship cut through the void of space, the ever present patrol of Raiders at its side.

Suddenly, the familiar ring and wash of FTL light appeared, and a second massive Basestar appeared, behind the first one.

After a few seconds, a set of 5 Raiders could be seen emerging from the new arrival, along with one Heavy Raider, and one other Cylon ship. But the other Cylon ship looked... strange...

The other Cylon ship was somewhat saucer-shaped, with twin booster engines at its aft section, and was a light gray and black color.

On the original Basestar, the gold Leader Centurion stood watching, as the Heavy Raider brought the old style Raider into the landing area. Behind the gold Leader, D'anna, Gina, and one of the Dorals stood watch as well.

After both craft had landed, the hatch to the Heavy Raider opened, and four of the newer Centurions escorted two of the older model Centurions out.

The older Centurions were the same model as the gold Leader, but both of these Centurions were shiny chrome in color.

The new Centurions walked right up to the gold Leader and paused, mere inches away from him. The gold Leader looked up at the newer models, and his red scanning light roved from left to right, as if staring them down. The newer Centurions returned his stare, and their red scanners moved from side to side, in a "V" pattern, as they gazed at him for a few long seconds. Finally, the two escort Centurions in the front of the group stepped to the side, to reveal the new arrivals to the gold Leader.

TO BE CONTINUED...
 
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "The Word" (EP. 003)

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PAN-GALACTIC FLIGHT 840

The view of the civilian fleet and Battlestar Urantia filled the view from the cockpit windows, as the starliner began to slow down, as in front of it, the rest of the fleet continued on, as ship after ship began to slowly pass it.

The usual chatter of flight instructions and comm chatter filled the cockpit, as one of the pilots noticed something from outside, as he turned to the co-pilot.

"Hey... hey... looks like they want to know why we're slowing." he said.

The co-pilot let out a sigh, and nodded, now also looking at the lone Viper from Urantia, heading for the ship. Sure enough, after a second, the Viper fired its thrusters, and held position in front of the liner, facing it, as the Viper pilot called the ship over the comm.

"Pan-Galactic 840, this is Urantia Viper 13... request to know why you've reduced speed?" the pilot asked.

The co-pilot pressed the button to open the channel, as he spoke into his headset, looking out the windows to the Viper.

"Urantia Viper, this is Pan-Galactic 840... there's nothing to worry about... we're just slowing to move alongside one of the Emilonian ships... we have a small situation on board, with our passengers, so we're addressing the problem." he offered.

It took the Viper pilot a second to reply.

"Uh... say again, Pan-Galactic... a situation? What's going on?" the man asked.

"Urantia Viper, it's nothing to worry about... we're moving alongside the Prophet Star, so that some of our passengers can have a change of scenery, and spend some time aboard that ship... stretch their legs." the co-pilot said.

"Why? No prior clearance was giv--" the pilot began, but was cut off by the pilot.

"Urantia Viper, this is the pilot... look, we didn't want to bother the Commander with this, but if you must know... we have been having a real problem with some of our passengers, since we left Emilon." the pilot began.

"Copy that, Pan-Galactic... what kind of problems?" the Viper pilot pressed.

The pilot shared a look with the co-pilot, as the pilot moved to reply.

"To be blunt... most of the people on this ship are going stir-crazy. We've been on the same ships for months... the same surroundings, the same stale air... people are finally starting to feel it... we've had new outbreaks of claustrophobic attacks, and people are finally going stir-crazy... so we are rotating some of the people from the ship, and the Captain of the Prophet Star was kind enough to allow us to bring some of our passengers on his ship for a while. Just a change of scenery for a while." the pilot offered.

Again, there was a break, before the Viper pilot replied.

"Copy that, Pan-Galactic 840... will inform Urantia Actual of new status. Proceed, but maintain radio contact at all times." the Viper pilot said, as now, from the windows, the pilots watched as the Viper came about, and began to slowly escort the ship into formation alongside the Emilonian fleet.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

Commander Standish slapped down a handful of papers on the command table, as he looked to D'anna.

"Claustrophobia... people are going stir-crazy, in the civilian fleet." he said.

"It was bound to happen... I'm actually surprised it took this long." she offered. "For months now, we've all been bottled up in the same environment, with no chance to change things... we can't go outside, because outside is space, and any habitable worlds are few and far between. People were bound to crack." she said. "Add to that, the constant threat of a Cylon attack... people are then also on edge, and jumpy... prone to panic."

Standish took off his glasses, and rubbed his eyes for a moment, as he looked down to the table, before again looking at D'anna, as he replaced his glasses.

"The people need something to do... something to divert their focus away from the stays on their ships." he offered.

"But what would that be?" D'anna asked.

"Indeed." Standish replied. "We'll have to think of something. Otherwise, before too long, other ships in the fleet could have the same problem... and panic could consume the fleet. We can't afford that... we need people who are calm, relaxed, and adjusted... so that we can deal with what we need to deal with in an efficient manner." he said.

TO BE CONTINUED...
 
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "The Word" (EP. 003)

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PAN-GALACTIC FLIGHT 840

The small ship kept pace with the Prophet Star, as beside it, the other Pan-Galactic ship, flight 22, drifted into position alongside.

Inside the large fish-shaped starliner, it was activity as usual... passengers were just sitting or sleeping in their seats, with half-awake looks on their faces.

One man, who was sitting near the central corridor, looked on at the couple in front of him. The man and woman were beginning to get affectionate. They were kissing deeply, and the woman's hands were moving between the man's legs, as his own hands were moving up her chest.

The onlooker fidgeted slightly in his seat, and was intent on watching the spectacle before him. He was so involved in his voyeurism, that he at first did not notice a hand touching him, on his left shoulder. Finally, he felt it, and he jumped slightly, as he turned to see who it was.

"Sorry." a woman's voice said.

He looked at the woman addressing him. She was very sexually attractive, and it was an obvious display... she was wearing a tight and revealing pink top, which clung to her chest, and her skirt was ultra-short, and her eyeshadow and makeup overdone.

"Looks fun." she added, indicating to the two people making out in front of them. "How about it?" she asked. "You look pretty bored over here. We can pass the time, if you like." she offered.

The onlooker looked the woman over, as if thinking about it.

"I don't have too many cubits." the man said, looking at her.

"Whatever you can afford... this is a big ship." the woman offered.

The man looked at her, then looked back at the couple who had been making out, but were now into something more involved.

"Fine." he said, as the woman smiled, and offered her hand, so he could take her to the aft cabin. "No... let's stay here." he said.

The woman grew a devious smile, as she moved to kneel down in front of the man.

"Ooh... you're one of those... I like those." she said, as she extended her hand. "Zarina... "Socializer" for hire." she said, with a smile.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

Commander Standish walked through the corridor, and paused outside the door to his cabin. After a second, he stepped forward, opening the door, and walked inside. He was surprised to find his XO, D'anna, again waiting for him, inside, blowing out the candles upon a fully set dinner table.

"Hi, there." she said, looking to him.

"This is new." Standish replied.

"I thought it would be nice if we had dinner together." she offered, as she walked up to him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Unless, you're not hungry." she baited.

"I'm always hungry." Standish replied, making his way to the table. "Desert?" he asked, looking to her.

"I'll be providing the desert tonight." she said, smiling, as she slid her chair out, and sat down across from Standish. "So... have you figured out something for the fleet yet?" she asked.

"I think so." he began, as he filled his plate with food. "I was thinking about a fleetwide newsletter... at the end of each week, every ship in the fleet, including the ships from the pilgrim fleet, take all the news items they have acquired, and submit them to each other, and then us, to be published. This gives all the ships the opportunity to not only learn what is going on in the fleet, but allows both the pilgrim and Colonial fleets to learn about the daily lives of each other. On top of that, it's something to do, and keep people busy." he said.

"Sounds good." D'anna said, as she accepted a salad bowl from Standish, and began filling her own plate. "The sooner the people in the fleet have something to do, the better." she offered.

EMILONIAN TRANSPORT SHIP "SEPIA MOON"

Eliza Winnow rounded a corner, carrying a basket of fresh laundry, as she saw her friend, Sariah Tansen, talking to two other pilgrim women. Sariah and one of the other women, were jumping up and down, and gleefully clapping, as they both smiled. Both of the new women were blondes. Upon seeing Eliza, Sariah rushed to her, and drew her into the group.

"Eliza, great news! Ezra here is to be married... to Wardlow Ethem... to our pilgrim leader!" she said, joyous.

"But Father Ethem is already wedded..." Eliza began.

Now the second new blonde woman spoke up.

"Indeed... but Ezra is to become his second wife in marriage!" she said, now turning to Ezra herself, who was glowing with happiness.

"I can hardly wait." she began. "I know we will have many beautiful children. And that's just us two... oh, I know you would like to share our joy, Abigail." Ezra said to the second new blonde. "I would be most happy to offer your name, for Father Ethem to consider for his third!" she said, as now Abigail, Ezra, and Sariah, all began bouncing up and down, with glee, as they thought of the prospects for the future, as Eliza just watched them, an uncertain look on her face, as if she did not know what to make of all this.

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BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The fleet continued onward, heading towards the general location of the second planet of 13th Tribe humans... Ruion.

The Sepia Moon had pulled up alongside Urantia, and was keeping pace with the Battlestar.

On Urantia, Commander Standish walked with Eliza Winnow, as they headed down the hallway leading to the CIC. Between talking to Eliza, Standish was reading through a handful of papers he was golding.

"And, so, I just don't see where this is going." Eliza said, looking to him.

"Is Ezra entering into this willingly? Does she truly love him?" he asked her.

"She is... and I think so... but I don't know if it's a genuine emotional love, or if it's out of reverence for Father Ethem." she began. "I mean, this is a sudden change... we have never done this kind of thing before. The Book of the Word makes no mention either for or against plural marriage, but in Father Ethem's defense, it does tell us to spread thy seed, multiply, and in doing so, spread the word and our legacies." she added.

The two arrived at the door to CIC, and Standish opened it, and allowed her to enter with him.

As the two people walked into CIC, people paused for a short second, to glance at the couple, before returning to their work. As the two people approached the command table, D'anna stared at Eliza in a cold and jealous manner, as Standish finished his comments on what Eliza had been telling him.

"Well, we've never done that on the Colonies, so I can't say if it's good or bad. But it seems to me that as long as Ethem allows the women to choose freely, then no crime is being committed." he said, as she put the papers down on the table. "What's the word in the fleet?" he asked D'anna, as both Eliza and himself looked to the XO, who only stared back at Eliza with a watchful eye.

"Not as quiet as we'd hoped... word is that some of the frustrated passengers on the Pan-Galactics are turning to vices for relief from the boredom... we've had reports of orgies on Pan-Gal 840." she said, pausing long enough to see what reaction the mention of a sexual orgy would have on the pilgrim woman before her.

Eliza just looked to Standish, with an awkward smile. It wasn't exactly the shocked reaction D'anna was hoping for, but it would have to do.

"We've also had one report of someone from the Oceana Zephyr managing to secure a small quantity of stims." D'anna finished.

"This isn't good." Standish began. "We have to encourage the fleet to engage in productive activities. If people become more productive, they will focus less on the confinement to their ships." he said.

He was about to say something else, but just as he opened his mouth, the Officer of the Watch called out to him.

"SIR! DRADIS contact! Reading one Cylon Basestar... launching Raiders!" the man said.

Standish and D'anna both looked to the DRADIS monitors, which did indeed show the Cylon Basestar, and the Raiders it was launching.

Standish picked up the handset from its cradle.

"This is Urantia Actual... set condition one throughout the fleet! Launch Vipers, and ready all batteries. Bring forward weapons to bear on the Basestar! All fleet ships, standby FTL!" he called out.

"I should go..." Eliza offered.

"No." Standish shot back. "This is a crisis situation, and the last thing I want, is to have you walking about the ship in these circumstances. Stay here with me." he said, as she nodded, smiling, as D'anna glared at her.

TO BE CONTINUED...
 
Re: BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "The Word" (EP. 003)

Yes it is. Any chance you might write in Galactica at some point, since they found earth?
 
Re: BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "The Word" (EP. 003)

Thank you, both, for the very kind words. :D I am glad you're still enjoying it.

Hehe... as for Galactica and Pegasus... you'll both have to wait, and be surprised. :D
 
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "The Word" (EP. 003)

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BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The cannons and gunnery of the massive Battlestar turned to face the oncoming Cylon threats, as all around the ship, the civilian ships of the fleet were beginning to jump away, to the emergency jump coordinates.

Finally, the fleet ships that were in the line of fire of Urantia were gone, and the Battlestar was now free to open up her military might on the Cylons.

With the high-pitched whine/buzz of the cannons powering up, Urantia let loose, spitting out massive volleys of cannon fire, that raced towards the Cylon Basestar, as Urantia's Vipers raced out of the acceleration tubes.

CIC

Commander Standish, D'anna, and Eliza stared at the DRADIS display, taking in the action of the battle, as the Officer of the Watch called out to the Commander... something was wrong...

"Sir... the fleets is away... we're-- no... strike my last, Sir... we have a problem... the Itaron, Sir... she's having problems spooling up her FTL drive... she's still with us, Sir!" the man called out.

"Frak..." Standish lamented, in a loud whisper, as he turned to D'anna, an grim knowledge in his eyes.

"The Itaron is our tyllium refining ship... if we lose her..." she began.

"Mister Hindri... tell Medusa to take a wing, and break for the Itaron... keep the Cylons away from her until she can jump!" Standish called out.

BSG URANTIA VIPER #5 (Mk. II)

Medusa's Viper flew towards an oncoming wall of Raiders, as she acknowledged the call from Urantia, and opened the ship-to-ship intercom to call her fellow pilots.

"This is the CAG. Badboy and Firefox, you're with me... we have to keep those toasters away from the Itaron!" she called out.

In space, Medusa's Viper came about, as did two other Vipers, and the three raced towards Urantia, and the one civilian ship left... the Itaron.

As the three Vipers grew closer, five Raiders swooped in front of them, and broke off, racing towards and firing on, the Itaron.

The three Vipers returned fire, as they gave chase, following the Raiders, as they sped past the side of the Itaron, to make another run.

BSG URANTIA VIPER #5 (Mk. II)

Medusa watched as one Raider she was shooting at exploded apart, and began to swing her Viper around, when she noticed something new, and unexpected, from the corner of her eye... was it... could it be... no... it was an old-style Cylon Raider... from over 40 years ago!

She watched, in horror, as that lone old Raider chased after Badboy's Viper, and quickly disposed of it, allowing the remaining Raiders to score some critical hits to the Itaron.

Firefox and her were the only Vipers left to defend the tyllium ship, but the Cylons knew the value of taking out that prize...

Medusa watched, as Firefox fired on one Raider, causing some damage to one wing, which caused the raider to lose stability... but the Raider would not be robbed of its prize...

The Raider spiraled out of control, and slammed, full force, into the central tyllium storage tank on the Itaron, which instantly caused both ships to erupt into a massive fiery explosion, which completely destroyed them both.

"FRAK!" Medusa shouted out, in her Viper.

CYLON RAIDER

The view of fiery debris flying by filled the view from the cockpit, as the Raider shot past the dying explosion. Only a set of high-pitched whines could be heard... the sound of Cylon scanners.

One of the two old-model silver Centurions at the flight controls relayed some information to the gold Leader Centurion, who was seated behind the two silver Centurions, one level higher.

"Colonial tyllium refining vessel has been destroyed." the silver Centurion stated.

"Excellent... all wings regroup, and continue pursuit of Battlestar Urantia." the gold Leader replied.

"By your command." answered the silver Centurion.

BSG URANTIA VIPER #5 (Mk. II)

Medusa's Viper shot back towards Urantia, to help fight off whatever Cylons they could, when she now saw the scope of what they were dealing with out here...

Urantia was totally engulfed, on all sides, by cannon and flak fire and bursts, which dotted the sky like so many millions of stars.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - CIC

Standish looked down to the command table for a second, upon hearing that the Itaron had been destroyed. Finally, he looked back up to the DRADIS, the display reflecting in his glasses like fire.

"It's time to leave." he began. "Recall our birds! Prepare to jump!" he shouted out.

In space, the remaining Vipers made a mad dash for the flight pods, as the hundreds of Raiders from the Basestar followed them.

After a second, the Raiders were also followed... by a multitude of incoming missile contrails from the Basestar, which also raced for Urantia.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the Raiders descended upon Urantia, like flies to a fresh carcass, just as the whole Battlestar was engulfed by the FTL ring, which washed over the ship, removing it from this part of space, as both the Raiders and the missiles sailed through the space where just a split second before, a Battlestar had been.

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BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "The Word" (EP. 003)

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The fleet hung silent in space, the various ships merely drifting in unorganized position, as suddenly, a huge FTL ring washed over the area above the fleet, spitting out the Battlestar Urantia.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

All eyes were on the DRADIS, as after a few seconds, the Officer of the Watch relayed that all the fleet ships were accounted for, and present.

"All except one... the Itaron." Standish lamented, as he shared a look with D'anna.

"What are we supposed to do now? We have no agro ships in the fleet, and now, we've lost our sole source of fuel." D'anna replied, looking to him with concern.

Finally, after a long moment, Eliza spoke up, softly offering a suggestion.

My fleet has a fuel ship... the Jaht Batahl... but she carries petrium. Maybe you all can enable your fleet to run on petrium?" she offered, looking to Standish.

D'anna and Standish were momentarily floored, as they looked to Eliza, the unlikely source of new inspiration. Standish just allowed a slight smile to creep to the surface of his lips.

"The Jaht Batahl..." Standish softly stated back. "That's Tyvek Harrington's ship... of course." he began.

"Commander... not to rain on anyone's parade, but we're talking about converting the entire civilian fleet from the Colonies, not to mention an entire Battlestar, to an alternative fuel source... that's a massive undertaking, even under ideal conditions, in peacetime." D'anna interjected.

"Nevertheless..." Standish continued. "I suppose this was bound to happen... even if the Itaron had not been destroyed... sooner or later, she would run dry... we would have had to find an alternative fuel source, anyway. The Cylons just forced us to make it a priority." he stated.

OFFICER'S QUARTERS

Urantia's CAG, Grae Aziere, sat down at the table in front of her bunk, as she gazed at a dinner knife that she was holding in her hands, as in her mind, she repeated the incident with the Itaron, over and over again.

She kept seeing the image of Badboy's Viper being blown apart, and the image of that one unique Cylon Raider... a ghost from the past.

Over and over again, in her mind's eye, she saw the Itaron explode, as the Raider struck the ship's central tank, and over and over again, she heard the Commander's comm voice call for her to keep the Cylons away from the Itaron, at all costs.

But she could not keep the ship from destruction. She had failed, and had failed her Commander... the one man she could recall, who ever gave a damn about her, or her feelings. He had reached out her, and this was how she repaid him? By allowing the fleet's fuel supply to meet its doom?

Before she realized it, she bit her own lip, in a second of pain, as at the same time, tears welled up in her eyes, and began to run down her cheek, as she opened her eyes, and looked down...

The knife was being held to her wrist, as blood streamed out from the blade's point of contact. For a short time, she would be able to feel warm... giddy... relaxed, in a perverse way.

THE FLEET

Continued along in open space, led along by Urantia.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA- BSG-53

COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN

The Commander sat at his desk, as the crowd of fleet Captains and citizens again filled his room, shouting questions over one another.

"What do we do now? We have no source of tyllium for the fleet!" one Captain shouted.

"First, we are left to fend for ourselves, in deep space, with no food and water... no agro ships... and now, we have no fuel to power and drive our ships!" another Captain called out.

"Have you located another source of tyllium?" a woman asked.

Standish looked to them, the light of the room reflecting in his glasses, as he decided he'd had enough.

"There is no other source of tyllium known at this time." he said, igniting another round of outbursts. "HOWEVER..." he continued, silencing the crowd. "We do have an idea... that might help." he added.

"Go on." one Captain prodded.

"We have lost our tyllium resource. But we have another source of fuel, right here, in our fleet." he began. "The Emilonian ship Jaht Batahl, is a petrium refinery and tanker ship... we may be able to convert the engines of our Colonial fleet ships, to run on petrium." Standish began. "I have passed the idea along to Captain Tyvek Harrington, and he is having his people look into just how much work might be involved, and if it would even be possible. In the meantime... we're two jumps away from the location of Ruion. As soon as we arrive in the Ruion System, Urantia will send out scouting Raptors, to search for any deposits of tyllium. Things will not be easy at first, but we WILL find a way to make it through this." he finished.


TO BE CONTINUED...
 
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "The Word" (EP. 003)

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RUION

The wind whistled, and blew the flurries of snow along the frozen valley, as a handful of humans in winter clothing began to cautiously walk towards something.

Some of the humans carried muskets, while the human leading the pack carried a lantern.

Finally, the group paused, and the man with the lantern turned back to gesture for the rest of the group to remain where they are, and for the two men with muskets to follow him, as he walked towards the object in the middle of the ice plain...

A small ship... saucer-shaped, and light gray and black in color. The craft had apparently crashed a very long time ago, as the entire forward half of the craft was encased in solid ice.

Carefully, the lead man walked up to the craft, and ran his fingers upon its hull, looking for a way to enter it. Finally, his fingers found a small pushbutton, and he pressed it.

Suddenly, there was a great groaning sound, as if machinery was struggling, as ice began to chip, and finally, break off, around the canopy of the craft, as the black canopy section suddenly slid up and back, revealing the cockpit.

Flanked by the two musket-carrying men, the lead man walked around to the cockpit, and lifted his light to illuminate the area, as the rest of the crowd stood by, watching. He gestured for the musket-men to come over to him, and they did, stopping to gasp at what they saw...

Three robots... humanoid robots... all shiny chrome.

"Gods..." one of the musket-men exclaimed.

Suddenly, before anyone could do or say anything else, red lights erupted to life, on the heads of the three robots... where the eyes would be, and began to move from left to right, as the three robots rose from their seats, and looked to the humans before them, raising their arms, as if aiming guns.

"Exterminate!" one of the robots called out, in a very metallic and robotic voice, as instantly, all three began firing at the humans... rapid fire, powerful rounds.

Instantly, the humans ran for dear life, causing the group nearby to scatter and also run after them, in panic.

"What is it? What's going on?" one woman called out, as she ran.

"Gods... what are those?" one man called out.

Before he could reply, the sounds of muffled bullet hits filled the air, as the Cylon rounds struck the ice near where the humans were running.

The musket-holders turned to return fire, and though their weapons struck, they were too weak... the Cylons instantly responded with horrifyingly deadly rounds, that struck the men down instantly, as the group continued to run.

"ALINDA!" one man called out to a woman who was running, while carrying her child. "Alinda... take the rest of the children and women back... run ahead, and tell Mister Joseph to get the launch keys... the keys to the Zenith... GO!" the man shouted, as she did as she was told, running with the rest of the women and children.

Suddenly, all the men stopped in their tracks, and turned to face the Cylon pursuers, and the men drew their sidearms, and began to shoot at the oncoming robot menaces with them.

The red scanning light washed over the Cylon's displays, as the Cylons observed the humans frantically struggling to insert new rounds into the chambers of their guns, before raising them up in aim again.

One human man was fumbling in frustration, as he struggled to install two bullets into the chamber, in the bitter freezing cold, as every breath he exhaled, came out as frozen mist.

"Lords of Kobol, help me now... give me strength..." he began, as suddenly, he was struck down by a multitude of Cylon rounds.

The scanning lights of the three Cylons continued to move from left to right, as the Cylons grew closer, as the sounds of gunfire and screaming bodies falling filled the air.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

A single Raptor departed from Urantia's port flight pod, and began to work its way past the ships of the fleet, heading for a position aft of, and a safe distance away from the ships of the ragtag fleet.

CIC

In Urantia's control center, Commander Standish and D'anna stared at the DRADIS, as they listened to the transmissions from the Raptor.

"Urantia Raptor to Urantia Actual... we are in position... shutting off thrusters, coming to a dead stop." a woman's voice stated.

"Urantia Actual... we are ready to begin the test." a man's voice began. "FTL system is online, and main power core is active... we will introduce the petrium mix on your order." he said.

For a long moment, only the ghostly whine of the DRADIS could be heard, as Standish thought about what was about to be done... they were about to purge a Colonial Raptor of all its tyllium, and introduce a flow of petrium, as its primary fuel supply. If all went well, everything would be fine. If all did not go well, both people in the Raptor would be killed, in a big explosion.

"Proceed." Standish began. "Take it slow... I don't want anyone to get hurt." he added.

URANTIA RAPTOR

The man looked to the woman, as they held a large fuel core casing in their hands, as he replied.

"Copy that, Actual." he said, as he reached over to a small remote, with three buttons on it, and pressed the first one. "Purging tyllium supply now." he said, as a loud hissing/sucking sound signaled that the ship's fuel was being removed.

The woman lifted her eyes to meet his look, as she nodded to him, to begin the next step.

"Right..." he softly lamented back to her, as he pressed the next button. "Initiating fuel tank wash... purging remaining tyllium traces." he said into the comm.

Finally, the second step was complete, and he moved his finger over the third and final button.

"Urantia Actual... we are now ready to introduce the petrium flow." he began, as he pressed the final button. Another hissing sound could be heard, that lasted for a good half minute, before silence again claimed the cabin.

The woman looked to him, a uncertain look on her face.

"That's it." she said.

"Yep." the man replied, as he again directed his comments to Urantia. "Urantia Actual... petrium transfer complete... we are now ready for full systems recharge." he stated.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

Standish gazed at the data on the monitors, as he replied, into the handset of the phone.

"Proceed... but be careful... build your speed gradually." he stated.

URANTIA RAPTOR

"Understood, Actual." the man relayed, as both he and the woman climbed into the pilot and co-pilot seats, and powered the craft up to full once again.

"Readings normal... petrium is flowing, unobstructed." she said.

"Good... taking us to 250... 350..." the man began, as he pushed the throttle forward.

Through the large canopy window of the raptor, the two watched, as they made their way past the ships of the fleet... the Emilonian fleet, which included the Sepia Moon, Prophet Star, Sal Caltanis, Jaht Batahl and Deseret Sunset, among others.

The woman looked at one of the Emilonian ships that they were nearing... a ship that looked almost exactly in every way, like a somewhat short and stubby submarine, and was a dirty yellowish color.

"Ugh." she lamented, out loud, as the man looked to her.

"What?" he asked.

"I hate that ship... it's such an ugly color... it looks silly on that ship... makes it look like a yellow submarine, you know?" she asked.

"Heh... well, maybe you should mention that to her Captain... have him repaint it. I actually like it... this fleet could use a bit of color here and there." he said, as he then regarded some readings.

"I already told Sita that it looks like a frakking yellow submarine... she agrees with me." she added.

The man just shook his head, chuckling, as he moved the throttle forward more.

"Okay... taking us up to 450... 55--" he began.

Just then, without warning, a massive fireball exploded into the cabin, and consumed the entire craft.

In space, the Raptor exploded apart, sending fire and debris expanding outward.

TO BE CONTINUED...
 
Re: BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "The Word" (EP. 003)

Hi, all...

Just a quick update...

I am working on the posts that will bring this particular episode (003) of Urantia to a close, but the end of this episode will lead directly into the next episode, which is going to be something VERY special, and cool...

I know those who are reading are wondering what is going on with the abundance of TOS Cylon Centurions in the story, especially after I had said that Urantia would strictly follow canon.

That question will be answered in the upcoming special event. Here is a small teaser...

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"OPUS" is intended to be the Urantia equivalent of "RAZOR"... a special event episode. The event will deal with the TOS and present-day Cylons, and will take a new and fresh twist on some aspects of the Cylon, that we have not seen before, but that I think can and do work.

I hope you'll stay tuned, and enjoy it! :D

-BolianAdmiral
 
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "The Word" (EP. 003)

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BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

STARBOARD FLIGHT POD

Crew Specialists and Technicians walked about the vast hangar deck, examining the debris left over from the Raptor, that had conducted the petrium test.

The Lead Tech looked up, as Commander Standish walked into the room, and looked at the debris splayed out on the floor. The man walked up to the Commander, with a large piece of a hull plate in his hand, and stopped, saluting Standish, before delivering his report.

"Specialist." Standish began. "Any news?"

"Aye." the man began. "This piece of hull plating was salvaged by the Captain of the Enoch Star... one of the Emilonian passenger liners... the tech who found it, said it was lodged into one of their hull plates. We did some tests on it, and I think this piece explains why the ship exploded." he offered, handing the fragment to Standish, to examine.

"What happened?" Standish asked, as he regarded the fragment in his hands.

"We detected trace amounts of tyllium lining walls of the fuel tank... VERY minute amounts, Sir... we're talking like a pinhead small." the tech began.

"But it was still enough to cause a reaction with the petrium." Standish lamented, handing the debris back to the tech.

"Aye, Sir... I'm afraid that we just can't make this work... the tyllium wash was very thorough, Sir... but it seems that tyllium and petrium are so volatile beside one another, that even the slightest amount of each, that can interact, will cause a major combustible response... it's too unstable. And, if this happened in a fuel tank as small as a Raptor's... imagine what might go unnoticed on a large ship..." he began.

"Like a starliner... or... Battlestar." Standish said, grim, as he nodded in resignation. "Very well... I'll have Mister Hindri resume the search for possible sources of tyllium, in the Ruion System, once we arrive. Thank you, Chief." he said, as he began to walk away.

THE FLEET

Continued along, in space, led by the Battlestar Urantia.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

All eyes were on Standish, in the quiet room, as the sounds of the DRADIS monitors filled the air. Standish looked around at his crew, and finally, spoke up, lifting the handset, in preparation to address the fleet.

"Very well... let's get to it." Standish said, as he activated the intercom. "This is Urantia Actual, to the ships of the fleet. As you have heard, our latest petrium test, has resulted in the death of a Raptor crew, and the destruction of that Raptor. Our technicians have been examining the debris of the Raptor, and unfortunately, petrium and tyllium are so volatile, compared to one another, that even the most miniscule amount of either, that comes into contact with the other, will have devastating consequences, as we saw. Therefore... it seems that we must resume our search for a new source of tyllium." he began.

EMILONIAN TRANSPORT SHIP - SEPIA MOON

The small ship kept pace with Urantia, beside the Battlestar's port flight pod.

Inside the ship, in a corridor, Eliza Winnow listened to Standish's words, over the comm, along with her friends Sariah and Ezra, who were also present. The women looked to the ceiling as the Commander's voice was piped through, as if they could actually see him, by doing so.

"Therefore, we are now going to make our final jump, which will take us to Ruion. Once there, I will order teams from Urantia to conduct searches of the system, for signs of new tyllium deposits. I am more than aware of the hardships facing our fleet... to begin with, we left the Colonies, with no agro ships, so we must seek out new food sources. Now, we have the added burden of having to locate a new fuel source, as a result of the Itaron's destruction." Standish's voice went on.

EMILONIAN MILITARY CRUISER - SAL CALTANIS

The medium-sized ship led the formation of Emilonian pilgrim ships that followed the last of the Colonial ragtag fleet ships... the twin Pan-Galactic starliners.

On the Bridge of the Sal Caltanis, Captain Zender Kline listened to Standish's speech, along with his own XO.

"I want you ALL to know that I am fully aware of how hard this has been for all of you, and that we are all in the same boat... or fleet, as it stands... but we must continue working, to ensure that we find a way out of our problems... a way out of our hunger, and a way back to our home. Nothing will be accomplished, by giving in to lethargy, and waiting for whatever happens to happen. A lot will be accomplished, if we take charge, and work to find solutions to the challenges that we now face, and will yet face. With that being said... prepare to jump to Ruion!" Standish stated, ending the message.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

Standish set the handset back in its cradle, as he turned to Mister Hindri.

"Mister Hindri... I hope your calculations are in order... take us to Ruion." he ordered.

"Aye, Sir!" Hindri began. "FTL online... initiating jump..."

In space, the FTL ring washed over Urantia, as she vanished from space, as now, the FTL rings were flashing over the multitudes of ships in the fleet, until finally, the entire part of space was vacated, leaving only a vast and open starfield.

TO BE CONTINUED...
 
BATTLESTAR URANTIA - "The Word" (EP. 003)

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RUION

Above the slowly rotating planet, dozens of FTL flashes began to burst into view, revealing the Urantia, and her fleet, as all the ships began to orient themselves into formation.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

Commander Standish gazed up at the DRADIS, as he saw all the fleet ships come into view, and then looked to Mister Hindri, who relayed his data.

"All fleet ships present and accounted, for, Sir. The Sepia Moon is moving into formation alongside us now, and we're leading the fleet on a course for a high polar orbit." he stated.

"Very good." Standish began, as he took his glasses off for a moment, to rub his eyes, before replacing his glasses on his face. "It's been a long day... now that we're here, I want to get some rest before we make first contact. Tell everyone in the fleet to do the same." he said, as he began to walk away, looking to D'anna. "You have the deck." he informed her, as he left the room, leaving her to look after him.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The mighty warship led the ragtag fleet along on its orbit, above Ruion's northern polar region, as beside the Urantia, the small Emilonian transport, Sepia Moon, kept pace with the large ship, as the rest of the fleet followed behind the two ships.

COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN

The Commander's hand filled two glasses with a dark amber liquid, as a bottle was placed down upon the table, and the top placed back upon it. Standish took the glasses, and walked over to the couch, where he handed one glass to Eliza Winnow, who was sitting there, in a comfortable position. With a sly smile, she took the glass form him, and swirled it around under her nose, taking in the strong scent of the drink. She then looked up to him, but with only her eyes... her head was still pointed towards the glass.

"You know... we really don't drink alcohol." she began.

Standish looked to her, with a mock-shocked look on his face, as if she was toying with him.

"You're kidding..." he began.

"No." she rebutted. "But I like you, and I don't want to hurt your feelings, so I'll try it... just this once." she said.

"Afraid I'll get you drunk?" Standish shot back.

Eliza lifted her eyes to him again, as she took the glass to her lips, and took a drink, holding the liquid in her mouth for a second, before swallowing, which caused her to grimace in disgust.

"Ugh... vile stuff... I don't know how you can down it so easily... must be an acquired taste." she exclaimed, handing the glass back to Standish, who finished the remains of the drink, by downing it in one swig, as she watched, eyes wide. "So..." she began. "Did you invite me to your cabin to get me drunk, or for something else?" she asked.

Standish took a moment to gaze at her, and take in her appearance. Here, in his cabin, she looked absolutely stunning... the low light level accentuated the red in her hair, and made it a very deep fiery amber red. He took in her facial features... her big, captivating eyes, her slim mouth, pointy nose, and high cheekbones... her milky white skin... she was truly a thing of beauty. He loved looking at her... and he loved being with her. Finally, he could stand it no more, and set the glasses down on the table, and walked over to her, and sat down beside her, on the couch, putting one arm around her, as she snuggled up to him.

"Getting you drunk was not my motive for asking you here... though... I wouldn't have been disappointed if it had happened." he began, causing her to snort out a small chuckle. "First of all, I wanted to thank you again, for your suggestion... the petrium. Even though it didn't work out, I appreciate the fact that you had the needs of the fleet in your heart, and spoke out. So... thank you." he said, softly, as she snuggled her head deeper into his arm, letting out a small sigh of contentment, as she looked straight ahead. "Convey my gratitude again, to Captain Harrington... it was very generous of him to allow us to use the Jaht Batahl, for our tests." he added. "But more than those things... I missed you. I enjoy your company. I haven't seen much of you, since your friend Ezra got married."

"I'm sorry for that... I didn't want to become a burden. The last time we were together, I kind of got the impression that I was intruding upon something... I mean, the way D'anna is around you..." she began.

"Don't worry about my XO." Standish said. "I am the Commander of this ship, and whom I choose to spend time with, is my choice. "I must confess... I have been staying away as well... for the same reason... I know that everyone in your pilgrim fleet is following Mister Ethem, and you all have your faith, and the doctrines that come with it... I didn't want to become an obstacle, or have you have to choose between spending time with me, or your congregation, or Mister Ethem." he added, as Eliza adjusted herself, so that Standish could wrap both his arms around her, and draw her close. "How is Ezra doing, anyway?" he asked.

"Better than I expected she would." Eliza admitted. "So far, she has been happier than I've ever seen her. She says that Father Ethem and her are trying to have a baby. She has even hinted to Sariah, that Ethem may also ask for her hand in marriage." she added.

Standish looked down to Eliza, as he spoke, stroking her fiery red hair with his fingers.

"Hmmph... how many wives would that make, for Ethem, then?" he asked.

"Five... if he takes Sariah." Eliza replied.

Standish shook his head, in disbelief.

"Well... having so many wives can help in ways, I suppose... I mean... no alcohol... your men need to find other outlets for their pent-up frustrations." Standish stated.

With that remark, Eliza sat up, and wore a look of shock on her face, her mouth open wide, as she looked to Standish.

"Oh, my Gods... I cannot believe you said that! You are so bad!" she said, as she playfully slapped him in the chest, and grabbing hold of his uniform, and balling it into her fist, as she held him, looking at him, before she drew him close to her, and kissed him, as he returned the gesture, kissing her back, as he reached around her head, and pulled her close to him, the two people displaying their affection for one another.

The two kissed for a long moment, until finally, the embrace was broken, by the sound of the Commander's phone ringing.

"Leave it." Eliza pleaded.

"I can't... they wouldn't call me, if it weren't important." he said, as he took his time breaking their embrace, and getting up to answer the phone, as she looked after him.

"Standish." he said, as he answered the phone.

CIC

In the control center, Mister Hindri held his phone, as he delivered his news to the Commander.

"Sorry to disturb you, Sir, but we have detected a small craft leaving the surface of Ruion, Sir... from the center of the northwestern continent." he stated.

COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN

"Understood... launch an alert Viper, and have it make a visual ident. Have it flash out a F-O-F signal, and then have it come back home... I'll be there shortly." Standish said, as he replaced the phone on its cradle, as he looked to Eliza. "Duty calls." he said, apologetically.

TO BE CONTINUED...
 
"OPUS" - BSG Urantia Special Event

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BATTLESTAR URANTIA

"OPUS"

Created and Written By: BruceAdama

Based Upon "Battlestar Galactica", by Ronald D. Moore and david Eick

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OPUS



LIBRAN

The combat wing of over two-dozen Cylon Raiders came about, and roared towards their targets, to make another strafing pass.

As the wings of raiders drew closer to their targets, the full scope of the battlefield became visible... four Cylon Basestars, all letting loose with everything they had, on a battle group of three Colonial Battlestars, as the Basestars hung ominously in space, their double-saucer forms slowly rotating.

The starscape was awash with weapons fire, flak bursts, and both Colonial Vipers and Cylon Raiders. The weapons tracers from the Battlestars and the Basestars intersected each other, as explosions dotted the sky.

The lead Cylon Raider swept in front of the formation, as it drew closer to one of the three Battlestars.

Inside the lead Raider, three Centurions sat, two chrome, and one gold, as their red scanners roved from side to side. The gold leader spoke up, filling the cockpit with the loud mechanical voice of the Cylon.

"Battlestar Selphinia has lost all portside defenses... combat wings two and four, continue assault on Battlestar Selphinia... all other wings regroup, and continue pursuit of Battlestar Carillon." the gold leader stated.

"By your command." one of the chrome subordinates replied.

In space, the wings of Raiders broke formation, as the smaller group remained near Battlestar Selphinia, and the rest of the group proceeded to head for Battlestar Carillon.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, another dozen Raiders screamed through the formation, almost impacting with it, as if this new squadron was running like hell from something. Not but a second later, a massive flash of bright light was seen off to the side, which was the beginning of an utterly massive explosion... one of the three Battlestars had finally managed to destroy one of the four Basestars. The double-saucer Basestar exploded apart with violence, sending fire and debris flowering out into space, causing even more Raiders to run for their lives, lest they be caught up in the aftermath of the destruction.

The third Battlestar on the scene was for the most part, not taking heavy fire, mostly because the Cylons were busy trying to deal with the other two Battlestars, which were both bigger than the third. It was this third Battlestar that had done away with the fourth Cylon Basestar. This Battlestar was familiar, but also looked slightly different... this was the Battlestar Urantia, but it was sporting an aft "rollbar" that somewhat covered its engines.

Cylon Raiders flew past and over the Urantia, strafing her, as the cannons of the mighty ship spat out awesome volleys at the oncoming Cylons, and ammunition tracers dotted the sky, like so many millions of stars.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

The ship shook with yet another Cylon weapons impact, and the crew steadied themselves, as the Commander looked up at the DRADIS screens, as his XO turned to him, calling out...

"Commander Alma... the destruction of that Basestar is causing the remaining three to reorient, and converge on our position... they're attempting to bracket us in!" the young XO relayed.

Commander Alma looked to the DRADIS with contempt for the Cylons in his eyes, as he squinted with frustrated anger, his short-cut red hair adding to the fire already in his eyes. Finally, he nodded to himself, and picked up the phone handset from the CIC table, and brought it to his lips.

"This is the Commander... radiological ship-to-ship is hereby authorized... repeat... radiological ship-to-ship is authorized." he said, as he set down the handset back in its cradle, and looked to the Officer of the Watch. "Mister Jarom... take your launch key, and initiate launch sequence of radiological warhead. Your target is the Basestar at three-four-six, carom eight-five." Alma stated, burning determination in his eyes.

"Aye, Sir!" Jarom replied, as he moved to carry out his Commander's orders, as the XO walked next to Commander Alma, and whispered in his ear.

"Sir... at our distance from that Basestar, we might get to see that thing go ka-boom from the inside-out." the XO lamented.

The Commander looked to his XO, his face wearing a look of determination.

"We'll be all right... but those toaster motherfrakkers are gonna get sent straight to hell... as long as I command this ship, the Cylons will not take Libran... for three months, our forces have been on the run. No more. It's time to fight back, and fight back hard. Now, what you need to do, is get over to Mister Jarom over there, and help him plot a set of emergency jump coordinates... we're jumping away, before that Basestar goes up." Alma stated.

"Aye, Sir." the XO answered, as he moved to walk over to where Mister Jarom was, as Commander Alma once again lifted the phone handset from its cradle.

"This is Urantia Actual... all Vipers, come on home... we're leaving. All hands, all decks... prepare for combat jump!" he called out, as he turned to his XO and Mister Jarom. "Launch nukes!" he ordered.

"Aye, Sir." Jarom replied, as sweat beaded upon his face, and he took the radiological launch key, and with a shaky hand, slowly lowered it into the activation slot, as the XO watched over him, a sympathetic look on his face. Jarom began to turn the key into activation mode, but was having trouble. It was then, that the XO's hand wrapped itself around Jarom's, and slid Jarom's hand off the key. Jarom looked to the XO, with eyes that seemed to shout out "thank you".

"It's okay, Son... I'll do it." the XO stated softly, as he proceeded to complete the turn of the launch key, as he then looked up to face Commander Alma. "Launch authorization green, Sir. Nukes are away!" he called out.

With that, Commander Alma looked up to the DRADIS, to monitor the progress.

In space, the Battlestar Urantia shot out two nuclear missiles, that raced straight for the closest two Basestars.

Mere seconds after the twin missiles were launched, the familiar FTL ring washed over Urantia, kidnapping it from this region of space, as escaping Cylon Raiders sped through space that but nanoseconds before, had been occupied by a Battlestar.

THE BATTLEFIELD

Was a scene of chaos... the twin nukes that Urantia had launched finally impacted with their targets, and two more Basestars blew apart, in equally spectacular explosions, that expanded outward, as the radiological wake consumed entire wings of Raiders.

At the same time, the Battlestars Selphinia and Carillon, which were literally consumed by a bubble of weapons and flak fire, were both instantly enveloped by the wash of the FTL rings, moving over the ships, and transporting them away from this combat zone, as the surviving Raiders scrambled in all directions, to find safe harbor, and reorient themselves.

SURVIVING CYLON BASESTAR

A gold leader centurion stood at the foot of a high platform, and looked up, as he addressed another party, in the cavernous room.

"Three-fourths of our battle group have been destroyed by Colonial Battlestars... our remaining Raiders are being recovered... Battlestars Selphinia, Carillon, and Urantia have fled." the Centurion leader relayed.

For a long moment, there was no reply. Finally, a new voice made itself heard... a mechanical voice, but one with a much softer and gentle tone than that of the Centurions....

"I see..." it began. "Very well... after our Raiders have been recovered, we shall jump away from this system, and procure reinforcements... our FTL drive was slightly damaged during the campaign, but I believe we can successfully initiate a jump to Canceron." the voice said, as now, the source of the mild voice revealed itself, as it appeared from over the edge of the high platform... an IL-series Cylon.

Now, it was another Centurion's turn to speak... a chrome model, who had entered the room while the other two were conversing.

"All of our Raiders have been recovered, and are secure." the chrome Centurion relayed.

"Very well... initiate jump." the IL-series instructed.

"By your command." the gold leader stated, as both he and the chrome model left the room.

SURVIVING CYLON BASESTAR

The ship drifted in space at a slight angle for but a few seconds, until the FTL ring engulfed the massive ship, causing it to vanish from sight, leaving only empty space behind.



Split seconds later, the massive Basestar burst into view, but something was not right... the ship had jumped out not into normal, open space, but had instead jumped into the upper atmosphere of a planet.

Almost instantly, the planet's gravity claimed the Cylon ship, and the heat of the descent through the upper layers of the atmosphere became visible, due to extreme heating around the edges of the Basestar's hull, as it fell through the sky.

As flames engulfed the lower edges of the Cylon ship, the entire compliment of Raiders was being evacuated, as the dozens upon dozens of Raider wings came scrambling out of the launch bays.

Unfortunately, the Cylons were going down in a region of the planet that was being consumed by powerful snow blizzards, and the Raiders were being forced to crash land on the surface, as in the distance, the massive Basestar vanished underneath the thick layer of clouds and snow flurries, as it fell to its inevitable demise.

TO BE CONTINUED...
 
"OPUS" - BSG Urantia Special Event

CONTINUED...

RUION

The lone Viper from Urantia flew through space, above the frigid northern hemisphere of the planet Ruion, en route to intercept the craft that Urantia had detected leaving the surface.

BSG URANTIA VIPER #5 (Mk. II)

From the cockpit, Urantia's CAG, Grae Aziere, watched, as the sphere of the planet moved by, under her craft, until finally, she saw a dark-rust-colored speck moving upwards fast, from the atmosphere... a small ship.

She watched, as the craft broke free of the upper atmosphere, and began to angle about, to face her Viper, in open space.

She quickly opened up the communications channels both to Urantia, and to whatever craft this was. She contacted her ship first.

"Urantia Actual, this is the CAG... I have visual contact with the craft... it has just cleared the planet's atmosphere, and is slowly heading in my direction. Now transmitting request for I-F-F codes." she began.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

D'anna watched intently, as Commander Standish looked up at the DRADIS screens, as he listened to Medusa's comm voice.

"What say you, Medusa?" he asked, softly.

BSG URANTIA VIPER #5 (Mk. II)

In the cockpit, Grae had to shake her head, as if she was confused.

"I don't know, Sir... it definitely looks like a small version of a ship like the ones in the fleet of Emilon pilgrims... Looks like it can hold about twenty people or so... I'm not seeing any weapons... it's a dark rust-color... standby, Actual... I'm reading a reply to my request... the response is in one of the Saggitaron dialects! They're human! The Emilonians were right... there IS a human population here!" she began.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

Upon hearing the news, some in the room began to cheer, as Standish delivered his reply.

"Medusa... send a message to that craft... tell them that we have the group from Emilon here, and that you will escort them alongside Urantia." he stated.

Before Standish could do anything else, Mister Hindri alerted him to some new data.

"Sir! That ship out there is sending out a general distress call... from what I can make out of the message, the ship is identifying itself as the Zenith, and they say they request safe harbor... they're carrying survivors of an attack." he said, looking to the Commander.

Standish looked to D'anna, both wearing serious looks, as Standish now had a decision to make.

"Mister Hindri, advise the CAG to continue with escort... bring the fleet to Condition One, as a precaution... launch the CAP." he ordered.

"Aye, Sir!" Hindri replied.

Standish looked to D'anna, asking her a question with his eyes.

"Who the frak knows about the people of Ruion, other than the Emilon pilgrims, and us?" he asked.

"Cylons?" D'anna offered.

Standish glared at her for a long moment, before giving his answer.

"Let's hope not." he began. "You're with me... I want those people on shuttles bound for our Port Flight Pod ASAP." he began, as both he and D'anna began to leave the room. "Mister Hindri... you have the deck." he added.

TO BE CONTINUED...
 
"OPUS" - BSG Urantia Special Event

CONTINUED...

A small group of three Colonial shuttles made their way to Urantia, heading for the port flight pod, as each shuttle fired thruster bursts, to slow down, and orient for the landing approach. Around the shuttles, Vipers flew by, patrolling the area, and protecting the fleet ships.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

Commander Standish and D'anna stood by in the flight pod, along with a large group of people, which included some of the people from the Emilon pilgrim fleet, including Captain Zender Kline, of the Emilonian military cruiser Sal Caltanis.

The group watched, as the three shuttles slowly entered the vast flight pod, and touched down, as the release of thruster exhaust ended the trip, and Colonial Marines rushed up to the shuttles, to open the hatches.

As the first hatch was opened, the Urantia group waited with baited breath, as they all looked to the interior of the shuttle. Finally, after a long moment, a single human face peered out from behind the inside wall of the shuttle, and looked around quickly, before deciding it was safe, and then, the person emerged fully into view.

It was a man... in his mid 30's, and he was wearing a suit of shiny maroon, almost as if it were velvet. He had black hair, and a funny-looking hat, which was also made of the same maroon material. As he cautiously stepped down the plank, escorted by Urantia Marines, Commander Standish, Captain Kline, and D'anna stepped forward to meet him, hands extended.

"I am Commander Tyler Standish, of the Battlestar Urantia, representing the Twelve Colonies of Kobol. Welcome." he began.

For a moment, the man looked uncertain, as his eyes darted about the vast deck, but he then relaxed slightly, and took Standish's hand, shaking it.

"My name is Ebenezer Nye." he stated.

Standish nodded, as he indicated to the others in his party.

"Mister Nye... this is my XO, D'anna Beirs. And this is Captain Zender Kline, of the military cruiser Sal Caltanis... from the world of Emilon, of which I hear you know?" he asked.

"Aye... we know of the Emilon colony." Nye said, shaking Kline's hand. "How fare your people?" he asked.

"Well, I can't speak for the entire population of Emilon, but the group I'm leading is faring well." Kline replied.

"The people you're leading?" Nye asked, puzzled.

"Aye." Kline began. "I command the ship that was given charge of escorting a group of religious pilgrims from Emilon, back to Kobol." he said.

"I see." Nye began, nodding, as he suddenly looked to Standish, his eyes wide. "We need to join you!" he blurted out. "We can't stay here, on Ruion... not after the... the... attacks." he said.

"What attacks?" Standish asked.

"You would not believe it, Commander... but I swear to you, it is the very truth.... a small army... of mechanical men... with eyes of moving red light! They came after us... to our towns... doing nothing but shooting... killing." Nye said, his voice and face painted with fear.

At the mention of "mechanical men, with eyes of moving red light", Standish and D'anna shared a look, their faces now grim and serious, as Standish looked back to Nye.

"Did you say mechanical men... with eyes of moving red light?" Standish asked, repeating.

"Aye, I did." Nye replied. "This is the truth, as I say it unto you!" he added, thinking they might not believe him.

Standish looked back up to Nye, his face serious, yet sympathetic.

"I believe you, Mister Nye... trust me... I believe you only too well." he lamented. "We know of the "mechanical men" of which you speak... they are called Cylons." Standish offered, as he looked from Nye to D'anna.

TO BE CONTINUED...
 
"OPUS" - BSG Urantia Special Event

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The mighty ship led the fleet along, in a high orbit over Ruion's north pole, as a large group of Raptors and Vipers flew away from the Battlestar, and began to head for Ruion.

BSG URANTIA VIPER #5 (Mk. II)

From her cockpit seat, Grae Azaire, Urantia's CAG,led the scouting party, that was going to scout the surface of Ruion, for any signs of Cylons, or more survivors of the attacks.

"Urantia Actual, this is the CAG... we're beginning our descent now" she began, as she switched her focus to the other craft in her scouting party. "Okay, kids... eyes open... from what Ebenezer Nye told the Old Man, the party that found the Cylons was in one of the tundra regions... shouldn't be too hard to find those black Raiders, in all that white snow." she began.

As the Raptors and Vipers descended into the skies of Ruion, they flew over the snowy tundra, as the ground below them raced by. Eventually, they began to see patches of ground that looked burnt, or scorched, followed by the debris and rubble from various homes, and other structures. Finally, the group began to fly over an area littered with dead bodies strewn about, as if they had all died fleeing, or running.

"Oh, Gods..." one of the Raptor pilots exclaimed, over the comm.

"I know, but keep focused." Grae began, as she quickly looked to her mini DRADIS screen, and reacted to a new blip on her scope. "Okay, fellas... looks like we got a contact... bearing three-two five, carom four-seven... let's go see." she added.

In the sky, the whole team angled about, and headed towards the new DRADIS contact.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

XO'S CABIN

D'anna sat on her couch, staring at Father Cavil, who was seated across from her, both people wearing a look of confusion, as if they were both at a loss as what to do.

"Cylons." Cavil stated, plainly.

"Cylons." D'anna replied.

"Out here?" Cavil asked.

"Out here." D'anna repeated.

"How? Who sent the order for a unit to be dispatched to Ruion?" Cavil asked.

"Not me." D'anna said, raising her arms up, for emphasis. "In any event, a Basestar is on its way... we will attempt to establish contact upon arrival... which should be within the next hour or so." she added, as Cavil looked to her, nodding his silent approval, as he rested his chin upon steepled fingers, lost in thought.

RUION

BSG URANTIA VIPER #5 (Mk. II)

Grae scanned the horizon, as her Viper began to clear an icy mountain range. It was then, that she got a huge shock, as she noticed something filling the horizon, that should not have been there... protruding from the far mountainside, was an absolutely massive white hulk... it was partially crumbled and in ruins, but she could make out two sets of saucers, that were half-sticking out of the mountainside.

"Gods... what the frak is that?" she asked, aloud.

As if in response to her question, she was brought back to reality, by the sounds of ammunition tracers flying by her Viper, as an instant later, about two dozen grey and black saucer-shaped craft came screaming past her Viper, and almost disappeared along the horizon, before angling about, and beginning another approach.

"FRAK!" she called out. "All Vipers, weapons free, weapons free!" she called out.

In the sky, the Vipers broke formation, and began to mix it up with the old Cylon Raiders, as the Vipers broke for Ruion orbit, trying to lead the Raiders away from the planet. It worked.

BSG URANTIA VIPER #5 (Mk. II)

In her cockpit, Grae clumsily activated the comm,and called Urantia, while she tried to shoot down her attackers.

"Urantia, this is Medusa... we've got... at least, I think we've got... Cylons? we're under fire, but we're leading them away from the planet... Raptor teams are en route back to the barn." she reported, as suddenly, she got the most unwelcome surprise of the day...

From her cockpit windows, she saw the signature flashring of light that was the FTL exit jump, and instantly, before her, was a single Cylon Basestar, it's massive double-Y form looming ominous in space.

"Oh, frak, no... not today..." she lamented.

But suddenly, things began to change...

In space, the Cylon Basestar began deploying its hundreds of Raiders, as the black, clawlike ships came swarming out of the giant ship, and began to race towards the older Raiders.

OLD CYLON RAIDER

In the cockpit, three chrome Centurions sat, their scanner lights roving from right to left, as the one in charge reacted to the sight of the new Raiders.

"Unidentified craft on attack vector... new contacts outnumber Colonial targets five to one... disengage pursuit of Colonial Vipers, and initiate pursuit of unknown contacts." the lead Centurion stated.

"By your command" the Centurion to the lower left responded.

THE FLEET

The Battlestar Urantia began to angle about, as the ragtag fleet was jumping away, to the emergency coordinates. Finally, the guns of Urantia opened up, and began to target both groups of Cylons.

In space, the two Cylon fleets met, as the old Raiders began to open fire on the new Raiders, destroying many of them upon impact, as the new Raiders were not expecting to come under fire.

CYLON BASESTAR

D'anna, two of the Dorals, and one of the Ginas, looked on, at the scrolling data, as they witnessed the Cylons firing on their own.

"What are they doing?" D'anna called out, beside herself with shock, as she turned to the gold Leader Centurion, who was standing nearby, flanked by two of the newer Centurions. "I thought you had authority over these Centurions?" she asked.

"I was not made aware of any Cylon presence in this system, or this planet... the Centurions under my command are all aboard this vessel." he stated.

D'anna looked to him, knowing that he was telling the truth, but not wanting to believe that these Cylons would not recognize their own kind.

"I want you to dispatch a wing of your own Centurions to intercept those Raiders... contact them, and make them know that we are here to take them home." she said.

"By your command." the gold Leader replied, as he turned to leave, but was stopped in his tracks, by one of the newer Centurions, who looked down to face him, as its scanner moved in a "V" pattern, as if the Centurion was challenging the Leader's authority. The new model kept this staring contest up for a solid five seconds, before it finally relented, and stepped out of the Leader's way, as it watched the gold Leader leave the room.

TO BE CONTINUED...
 
"OPUS" - BSG Urantia Special Event

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The great ship began to angle towards the field of battling Cylon ships, as the cannons and guns of the ship turned to face the Cylon fleets, and began opening fire, sending tracers streaking towards both fleets.

FORWARD OBSERVATION LOUNGE

In the darkened room, a cleaning specialist was looking at the new battle raging outside, and he opened his mouth with awe at what he was seeing... the specialist was an older man, well into his sixties, and after a second, he rushed to the phone on the nearby wall, and frantically called for CIC.

"This is Specialist Turna... I need to speak with Actual." he said, in an awed, yet panicked voice.

CIC

Commander Standish picked up the handset, and brought it to his ear, as the call was also routed through the speakers.

"Actual." he stated.

"Commander..." Turna's voice began. "If you could see what I'm seeing, Sir... those ships fighting out there... the Cylons are fighting each other! There are at least a dozen or more of those old Raiders, Sir... mixing it up with the Cylons that just jumped in!" he exclaimed.

"Say again?" Standish said, looking to D'anna, who shared his puzzled look.

"Those Raiders, Sir... they're the kind like you and I knew... from the war over 40 years ago, Sir! And they're fighting with those newer Cylons out there!" the man's comm voice repeated.

Suddenly, Standish's look grew more serious.

"Thank you, Mister Turna." he said, as he placed the phone back into its cradle, looking at D'anna. "Mister Hindri... there are less of those old Raiders out there, than the newer ones, and I'd rather go up against them, than the newer versions, and that Basestar out there... we'll deal with the old Cylons later... right now, I want targeting solutions on that Basestar and her Raiders... suspend fire on the older Raiders." he ordered, as he again lifted the phone from the cradle. "Medusa... the storm's about to clear... but I want you to bag me one of those old Raiders out there... do what you have to... just get me one." he ordered.

BSG URANTIA VIPER #5 (Mk. II)

The weapons tracers and flak explosions mixed with the dozens upon dozens of Raiders, old and new, that were zipping about the starscape, firing on each other, that she could see from her cockpit windows.

"Affirmative, Urantia... I'll see what I can whip up." she replied, as she swung her Viper around.

In space, Medusa's Viper led the formation of Urantia Vipers towards the groups of older Raiders, as now, the wings of newer Raiders was being forced back to the Basestar, by the fire from the older Raiders.

The weapons of Urantia were sailing into the fray, slamming into one escaping Raider after the other, as now, many of the older Raiders were also fleeing, and jumping out, with FTL.

Medusa's Viper locked on to one old raider, and she let loose on it, with both guns, scoring a direct hit on the starboard engine fan, which caused the raider to veer off course, as it raced toward the flight deck of Urantia's port flight pod, allegedly on a collision course.

BSG URANTIA VIPER #5 (Mk. II)

From her cockpit, Grae saw what the Raider was doing.

Oh, no, you don't..." she stated, aloud, as she decided to try something daring... she fired her thrusters to full burn, overshooting the Raider, and then slowed down in front of it, just enough, so that the Raider nudged the aft section of her Viper, slowing to her Viper's speed, as it did so.

Finally, both craft came screaming through the flight pod, and Grae again fired up the thrusters, as she pulled away, and the raider came crashing down upon the flight deck, as her Viper screamed back out into open space, through the other end of the flight pod.

"Urantia Actual." she began. "You may want to check your mail... I think someone left you a special delivery in the port flight pod... but you may want to bring some Marines with you... in case it doesn't wanna play nice." she added.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

Cheers erupted throughout the room, as Standish held the phone close to his mouth, as he replied, smiling.

"This is Actual... all personnel, clear the port flight deck... Marine detachment to port flight pod!" he called out, as he pulled the phone away from his face, as he looked up at the DRADIS, wearing the smile of military victory.

In space, the remaining old raiders jumped away, as the weapons tracers and ammunition from Urantia sailed towards the massive black Basestar, as the new raider wings scrambled to flee.

Finally, the weapons tracers grew in length, as they neared the point of impact with the Basestar, as Urantia's Vipers followed, giving chase, and firing all the way.

Then, suddenly, the entire Basestar, and all the remaining new Raiders were whisked away, by one large, and dozens of smaller FTL flashrings, as the missiles and Vipers of Urantia sailed through the space that had just been occupied by a Cylon Basestar, and her fighters.

TO BE CONTINUED...
 
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"OPUS" - BSG Urantia Special Event

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANITA - BSG-53

PORT FLIGHT POD

The remaining CAP patrol Vipers flew past the entrace to the long flight deck, in which sat a single vintage Cylon Raider, as dozens of Marines entered the deck, scrambling to take a guard position in front of the craft's canopy.

After a few seconds, Commander Standish and D'anna entered the room, as they were met by Grae, who climbed down from her Viper's cockpit, and ran to meet them.

"Medusa." Standish said, as he and D'anna continued walking, until they stopped in front of the craft, as the Marines had their rifles raised at the Raider.

"What the frak is that thing?" Grae asked.

"That, Medusa... is what the toasters flew during the first Cylon War... it's a relic... a relic out of time." he began, as he began to step forward.

"Careful Sir!" one of the Marines called out, as Standish looked to him.

Standish gestured for the man to open the canopy, and after a second, he got up, and handed his rifle to his teammate, as he walked over to the front of the craft, and cautiously felt for the canopy activation button.

Finally, after some groping, he found it, and with a very loud snap/hissing sound, the canopy slid open.

Instantly, all the Marines raised their rifles, as the image of three Cylon Centurions in their seats filled the view.

With remarkable speed, the lead Centurion stood up, and filled the room with his loud mechanical robotic voice.

"Exterminate!" he called out, as he drew his weapon, and opened fire.

The first round from the Centurion almost hit Medusa, and would have, if Standish had not jumped into her, knocking her out of the way.

The Marines returned fire, and scored hits on all the Centurions, totally destroying all but one of them... one of the subordinates, who was badly damaged, but lucid.

As Standish and Grae got up, dusting themseles off, Standish looked to the lone remaining Cylon, as it fidgeted and twitched, its servos malfunctioning.

"Make sure that one can't fire... and throw it in the brig." he said, as he looked to D'anna. "I think it's time we got some answers... I'm gonna ask it what the frak it's doing way out here... and how it discovered Ruion." he added.

"Sir..." D'anna began, turning to face Standish. "Permission to also interrogate the prisoner?" she asked.

"Why... you thought of some questions that I haven't?" he asked.

D'anna just shrugged, as she studied his face.

"Fine... meet me in the brig in two hours." Standish replied, as he and Grae left, leaving D'anna to watch, as the Marines extricated the Centurions from the Raider's cockpit.

TO BE CONTINUED...
 
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