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nuBSG fanfic "Battlestar Urantia"

"OPUS" - BSG Urantia Special Event

Written by BolianAdmiral and RoslinAdamaJunkie

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BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN

Grae followed Standish into his cabin, as she took her flight jacket off, tossing it on the couch, as she stood by, as the Commander walked to his desk, and loosened his collar a bit.

"I still can't see how we got our asses kicked by old tin cans." Grae began, as Standish turned to face her, an amused look on his face.

"There was a lot to say for those tin cans." he began. "They still had guns, and FTL... and those Cylon pilots could handle far more g-forces than we could... they had a maneuvering adantage. They're not just tin cans." he said.

"Yes, they are." Grae replied.

"No, they're not." Standish shot back, holding up one finger, to keep her from continuing.

For a moment, Grae just looked at him, a smile wanting to break free, but she kept her composure, and finally, decided to change the subject, as she plopped herself down hin his sofa.

"So... who'se that woman I've been seeing you with recently... the redhead?" she asked.

"Eliza Winnow." Standish began, as he walked over to the other end of the sofa, to sit near Medusa. "She's one of the pilgrim women from the Emilon fleet... she's from the Sepia Moon." he added, sitting down, with a tired sigh.

"So that's why that ship is always tagging alongside us." Medusa said, looking to him with a toying smile. "And all this time, I thought that you and the XO were an item." she added.

Standish looked to her, with a face that tried hard to look serious, but could not help being amused.

"Is it that obvious?" he asked.

"It is. Sneaking around on the XO, are we?" she asked back.

"No, she's just interesting to talk to. Eliza seems lonely." the Commander replied.

"Lonely on a ship full of her own people?" Grae asked, wanting to continue this verbal game.

"You know what I mean." Standish shot back.

"No... I don't. Explain it to me." she replied, smiling.

"She is... um... I need a drink." Standish said, getting up from the sofa.

"All that booze isn't good for you fearless leader." Grae shot at him, turning her head to face him.

"Only you can talk to me that way and not fear the brig." he offered, as Grae now got up herself, and went over to him, and rested her hand on Standish's shoulder as he poured himself a drink. When he turned to her he caught a faint glimpse of red skin. Placing the glass back on the table he grabbed her arm and moved her sleeve up to see an angry red mark that had begun to heal. It looked about two days old to his eyes. Standish lowered his head and made his grip tighter.

"I thought you said you had stopped this." he said, softly.

"I had... but you know how hard it is when you start something... It's hard to stop." she offered.

"I never thought of you as that weak." Standish shot back.

Grae had to fight back tears... the Commander's words stung like a needle, going deep into her skin. She felt a wave of shame wash over her, like a small child that had just been disciplined.

"I'm not weak." she protested.

She pulled hard, and freed her arm from the Commander's grasp, as his icy stare of disappointment kept drilling into her. She had felt responsible for letting the Cylons destroy the Itaron, and this was as much punishment as it was for pain mixed with the pleaure of the fact that she alone had the power to hurt herself and no one else.

"Talk to me. What's going on to make you do this again?" he asked her.

"Nothing... it's just... it was my fault the Cylons took out the Itaron... if I had been quicker... better... you entrusted me with the safety of that ship." she said.

Standish looked back down at his drink, as he brought it up to his lips.

"It was no one's fault, you had your hands busy." he offered.

"It's not good for you to drink so much... you might hurt yourself." she said.

"That doesn't stop you." he shot back, the words again stinging her like pins.

"So were both masochists. I guess we're both frakked up that way. Guess that's why we're meant to be together." she offered, as said and slumped down to the couch and waited for Standish to get another drink, as she propped her boots up on his coffee table. Sometimes it annoyed him that she did that even when he had paper work to go over but tonight he let her because she needed a little freedom after everything that had happened lately. They had lost two more pilots that were friends of Grae's and the guilt was eating at her. Standish could see it though, and he thought it better not to say anything.

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"OPUS" - BSG Urantia Special Event

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BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship continued leading the fleet along, above the northern polar region of Ruion.

URANTIA BRIG

The guard on duty opened the door to allow Commander Standish and D'anna inside, as the Commander looked to the beaten chrome Centurion, in the cell, as een in the dim light of the brig, the lights reflected brilliantly off of the shiny chrome armor of the Centurion. Because of the beating the mechanized warrior had taken, the red light of his scanner was moving, but doing so at a very sluggish pace.

As Standish walked forward, D'anna held back a few paces, looking pitifully at the Centurion, her face showing the slightest amount of disdain for what the Marines had done to it.

Upon seeing the humans, the Centurion turned to face Standish, the slowed-down whine of its scanner filling the room.

"Can it speak?" Standish asked, half-turning to the guard.

The guard was about to reply, when he was interrupted.

"Die, human!" the Centurion spat out, with a loud mechanical voice.

"That answers that." Standish whispered aloud, mostly to himself, as he now focused on his captive. "You are on board the Battlestar Urantia... do you understand me?" he asked.

"Colonial Battlestar Urantia." the Centurion repeated.

"Correct." Standish began. "How did you come to be on this planet... Ruion?" he added.

"I will not answer your questions. Exterminate!" the Centurion called out, as it reached for its sidearm, but found it missing.

"You are unarmed, and pose no threat. Unless you wish us to destroy you, I suggest you respond to my questions." Standish offered.

For a long series of moments, the only sound to be heard was that of the Cylon's scanner.

"How did you come to be on Ruion?" Standish asked, again, more firmly.

"Ruion..." the Cylon began. "That location is unknown. We were engaging the Colonial Battlestars Selphinia, Urantia, and Carillon, when two Cylon Basestars were destroyed by radiological weapons. "Our battle group returned to our Basestar, and we initiated hyperlight jump to Canceron. Our hyperlight drive sustained damage from the battle, and we crashed on the northern continent of Canceron." the Centurion stated, flatly.

Standish thought about the report he had just been given.

"Battlestars Selphinia... Carillon... and Urantia..." he began, thinking it over. "That had to be... wait a minute... that was... was that the Battle of Libran?" he asked.

"Libran." the Centurion repeated.

"Uh-huh..." Standish began, putting it together. "That was before my time on Urantia... Commander Alma was in command then." he said, looking to D'anna. "That was the Battle of Libran... three Battlestars fought off four Basestars, over Libran. Urantia took out two of the Basestars, as she jumped away." he added, as he looked to the Centurion. "You did not crash on Canceron... you jumped very far away... you crashed on a planet known as Ruion."

"Ruion." the chrome warrior replied.

"What happened to your IL? Who is in command?" D'anna asked.

"Our IL was destroyed when our Basestar impacted on the surface. The Centurion with the most combat experience and longest time online was given command of our regiment." the Cylon reported, as Standish looked to D'anna.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship and her fleet kept orbit over Ruion.

XO'S CABIN

D'anna sat facing Father Cavil, as she waited for him to react to the report she just gave him.

"So... this regiment of Centurions... somehow, not only jumped all this way from Libran... but also survived the loss of their IL... and their gold Leader?" he asked.

"Looks that way." she replied.

"No wonder they attacked our Raiders... they didn't know who we were... they missed the last 40-plus years." Cavil stated. "What's to become of the prisoner?" he added, looking up to D'anna.

"I'm sure Standish will destroy it, when he's done with it." she lamented.

"We can't allow that to happen... that Ceturion has knowledge of these Ruion people, and possibly of other stuff out here. I'm going to bring our Basestar back... I want the gold Leader put in charge of a recovery operation." he said. "Any problem with that?" he asked.

"Not at all..." D'anna began, as she laid back into her couch, spreading her arm out, on the tops of the cushions. "By your command." she added.

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"OPUS" - BSG Urantia Special Event

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BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The mighty Battlestar continued to lead her fleet over Ruion, but now the fleet had begun to move slightly southward, towards the equatorial line of the planet.

COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN

The Commander was playing host to a large group of refugees from Ruion, as well as the prominent members of the Emilon fleet, as he sat down at the head of his table, to dine with the group, as plates of food and glasses of drink were passed around.

It was obvious that the Ruion refugees were delighted to be reunited with their Emilon brethren, as they shared tales of the exploits of each other's ships and the like. Standish listened in on a conversation going on between Captain Kline, of the Sal Caltanis, and Ebenezer Nye... who was the spokesperson for the refugees on the Zenith.

"Aye, it was a nice, clean vict'ry." Kline said, continuing a tale about how his military cruiser had captured an Emilonian pirate vessel. "We bore 'round, and took her a'prize without ever firing a shot... she knew the Caltanis outgunned her three to one, so her Captain felt it best she be took without a bloody fight." he said.

As he drank some water from his glass, Nye looked to Kline, asking him a question.

"Your dialect... what place on Emilon did you say you're from? I know people that have traveled to Emilon, but I myself, have never been." he stated.

"Ah, aye... 'tis a unique way of speakin'." Kline began. "I'm from Gladmyston Glenn... right on the shore, near Gladmyston Harbor." he answered. "Not too far from where most of the pilgrims are from." he added.

"And that is?" Nye pressed, interested.

"Most of them hail from the town of Crantucket." he began. "But a few of them are from other towns about... like Eliza here." he said, indicating to her, as she sat beside Standish at the table, and the Commander looked at her.

"You know... I kind of wonder... you never did tell me where you're from." he said, softly, looking her in the eyes.

Eliza looked to him, as if she didn't know what to make of his interest in her hometown. Dabbing her mouth with a napkin, she began to give her answer, facing him first, then the rest.

"Fine..." she said, as she now looked to the rest of the group. "Nancassett... I'm from Nancassett." she stated, as the others nodded with approval, as Standish looked to her, as she met his look, and he broke a small smile at her, as he returned to his eating.

Finally, Standish decided to speak up again, addressing the whole group from Ruion.

"Well, all this talk of towns brings me to something I wanted to discuss with all of you." he began. I would like to know if there are any other towns on Ruion that you feel may have escaped the Cylon attacks... if that be the case, I'd like to suggest you allow a Raptor team to evacuate the planet, before we jump out... I'd like to save as many lives as possible... now that the Cylons know that there is a regiment of Centurions on your world, I feel certain they will be returning... in force." he stated.

For a long set of minutes, he looked around, as the Ruion group looked to one another. Finally, one woman spoke up... a young woman in her late 20's, with black hair that was elaborately arranged, intermingled with long blue ribbon, which matched a very elaborate light blue and white pattern dress... she was obviously a well-to-do among these people.

"I am not from the northern settlements." she offered, looking to Standish uncertainly. "I'm from a small township, on the central continent... Weecaugen Township." she added.

"I see, Miss...?" Standish asked.

"Abernigh... Philomena Abernigh." she answered modestly, as she returned to her eating.

"Very well." Standish began. "It appears that since both of your worlds do not posses any degree of high technology, which, I assume, is by choice?" he asked, pausing.

"Aye, it is." Captain Kline replied. "We believe that high technology makes men lax, and takes away from his essence, and sense of self-worth. Star flight is essential to both maintaining contact with our Ruion brothers and sisters, and also to our ability to manufacture petrium, so we have kept that technology... but socially, we have all made the choice to leave most modern advances out of our lives." he added.

"Besides... a musket will kill a man, just as quick as a gun will." Ebenezer Nye replied.

Standish was pouring himself more ambrosia when Nye made that comment, and it caused Standish to pause, as his eyes lifted themselves to look at Nye.

"I suppose that's true." Standish offered gently, as he finished pouring, and set the decanter down upon the table. "Well, since that is the case... both your peoples are unable to repel a Cylon attack. Urantia and her fleet can't stay in orbit of Ruion forever, and we want you to be protected. All of you." he added. "I'll keep the fleet in orbit until we complete a search and rescue expedition to the central continent... after that, we'll jump out of this system." he completed.

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"OPUS" - BSG Urantia Special Event

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BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship led the ragtag fleet along, in Ruion orbit, as many Raptors flew out of the flight pods, and began to fly over the world, beginning the SAR mission that Standish had ordered.

COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN

It had been a long day, and after hearing about the towns on Emilon and Ruion, Tyler Standish wanted a rest. The woman from Ruion whom he had met at dinner, Philomena Abernigh, has been able to tell him about the layout of her town, and roughly how many people lived there, but she knew nothing of tyllium, or if there was any tyllium deposits anywhere on Ruion. However, if there were Cylons here, that meant that the search for tyllium would have to be continued another place, as he was fairly certain the Cylons had taken any of the fuel that might have been present for themselves, long ago.

He walked over to his table, and opened the top of the ambrosia bottle, and poured himself a drink. He was about to down the liquid, when he heard a rustling sound from behind him, and turned to face it.

He was somewhat surprised to see Eliza standing there, in the doorway to his rack, looking at him.

"Sorry... the guards let me in... I wanted to surprise you." she stated.

Standish broke a small smile, as he set the glass down.

"Nothing to be sorry about... I'm glad you're here." he began, sighing, as he loosened his collar.

"Long day?" she asked.

"Aye... I'm itching to get out of this system... with the threat of the Cylons returning, the fleet is in danger, and the sooner we can leave, the sooner we can look for fresh fuel." he said, as she walked over to him, and took his uniform jacket off for him.

"Why don't you come to bed, then?" she asked, looking at him with that look in her eyes that was impossible for him to resist.

"You sure?" he asked.

"Yeah." she said, stepping back, and indicating to the bed.

"What if the XO or the CAG comes calling?" he shot back, somewhat playing.

"Tell them you're "otherwise occupied". she offered, as Standish began to follow her, his tired feelings beginning to fall away, as Eliza placed herself on the bed, and began to assume an enticing pose for the Commander.

Just then, someone was at the door, and Standish turned to the door, as he walked over to it.

"Oh, Gods... who is it?" Eliza asked, as Standish opened the door a bit, using his body to conceal the view of his cabin.

"Medusa." he began, addressing Grae. "Now's not a good time... what is it?" he asked, as Grae tried to peek around him, to see who was in the room with him.

"Who'se there?" she asked, as Standish moved his head to block her attempts at peeking, until she finally caught a glimpse of Eliza on the bed, as she pulled the covers up. Grae grew a sly smile, and looked at Standish. "Nice goin', old man." she said, trying to keep from giggling, as the Commander just wore a frustrated look at her. "Fine. I'm going, I'm going." she added, as she left, walking away.

Standish was about to close the door, but then turned to face one of the Marines outside.

"If anyone else knocks on this door... shoot 'em." he said, softly, but seriously.

The guards just exchanged confused looks, before looking back to him.

"Sir?... Aye... Sir..." they replied, as he shut the door.

"That was horrible..." Eliza began. "You're not really gonna kill anyone." she added.

"The frak I won't." he replied, softly, as he finally made his way to the bed, and got in with her.

THE FLEET

Maintained orbit over Ruion, as suddenly, twin pairs of white flashes appeared, out of the fleet's field of view. But it soon became clear what those two flashes were, as not but two seconds later, multiple missile contrails raced towards Urantia and her fleet, striking a couple of the fleet ships, destroying one totally, and causing the other to drift off course.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

Alarms blared all over the room, as D'anna looked up at the DRADIS.

"What've we got?" she asked.

"Two Cylon Basestars just jumped in... launching Raiders." the Officer of the Watch relayed. "The Torah Yendru has been destroyed... she was from the Emilon fleet." he added.

"Launch Vipers." D'anna began. "All portside batteries, engage with full interception fire... where's the old man?" she asked, turning to Mister Hindri, who just shook his head.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

In space, the massive ship came about, and opened up with full weapons fire, directed towards the two Cylon ships, as the tracers dotted lines in space, from one ship to the other, as Raiders began to swarm outward from the Basestars.

CIC

The door to the room opened, and Commander Standish entered, buttoning the last button on his jacket, as a specialist handed him a clipboard with the SITREP on it.

"What've we got?" he asked, walking over to D'anna, ad regarding the DRADIS info.

"Two Basestars just jumped in... the Emilonians lost the Torah Yendru. I've launched all Vipers, but our SAR teams are still down on Ruion." she relayed.

"Get them back up here... we're not staying here any longer." Standish said, as D'anna repeated his order to Mister Hindri, as the ship shook with a weapons hit. "Bring us to position two-four-nine, carom six!" Standish called out. "Tell the fleet to initiate emergency jump five-one-nine!" he added, as Hindri carried out his orders, and Standish looked to the DRADIS once again.

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Here are a couple misc. images from the Urantia story... a photo of D'anna as the XO, and a "trading card" of Eliza, just for shits & giggles, lol.



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BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The weapons of the mighty Battlestar raced towards the two Basestars, as the raiders now began to mix it up with Urantia's Viper squadrons, which had to break hard to avoid being hit by the Raiders, as they flew past.

A large group of Raiders, led by a Heavy Raider, flew right past the Vipers, and raced right towards Urantia's port flight pod, firing all the way, as the cannons of Urantia angled to come to bear on the approaching invaders.

A small group of Vipers saw what was going on, and came about hard, to give chase, as both groups of craft flew full speed, towards Urantia.

CIC

Standish and D'anna both gazed up at the DRADIS, as Mister Hindri called out some new data.

"We've got incoming... Raider group, led by a Heavy Raider... heading for the port flight pod!" he called out.

"Close-range suppression fire... don't let anything past our firing solution!" D'anna called out.

CYLON RAIDER GROUP

The large contingent of Raiders sped through the flak and tracers of fire from Urantia, just as the entire sky in front of them exploded with a virtual wall of fire, as Urantia's close-range artillery came to life, filling the forward view with massive fireballs and flak charges.

Instantly, many of the Raiders broke formation, and spread out, but the Heavy raider was on a mission... a mission from the command Basestar itself, and it was going to complete its mission...

Suddenly, the Heavy raider vanished from sight, as the FTL flashring engulfed it, leaving only the fire from Urantia's guns remaining.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

PORT FLIGHT POD

Out of nowhere, and most unexpectedly, a large FTL flashring exploded to life, right in midair, near the entrance to the flight pod, and the Heavy Raider appeared. The sudden explosion of the FTL wash created a powerful shockwave inside the confines of the flight pod, which created an expanding bubble of pressure and force, which spread from the Heavy Raider outwards, tearing apart the landing surfaces, and smashing massive open gashes in the bulkheads and hull, opening the sides of the flight pod to open space, as the vehicles and people on the deck were thrown back by the force of the wake.

As the force bubble expanded to outside of the ship, the Heavy Raider landed, and after a few seconds, the hatch opened, and at first, all that was visible from the inside of the craft, was nothing but pitch black, until a lone red light sprang to life, roving from left to right, and making an eerie whining sound, as behind it, many more roving red lights came to life, moving to and fro, in a "V" pattern.

The Centurions began to file out of the craft, led by the gold Leader, and stepped down the ramp to the flight deck, and turned, just in time to see a large group of Marines rush onto the deck. Instantly, the gold Leader called out an order to his fellow Centurions...

"Exterminate!" it called out, as instantly, all the Centurions switched to guns, and opened fire on the Marines.

LEAD CYLON BASESTAR

In the control room, D'anna looked over the data streaming in, her hands firmly in the water of the computer terminal, as the other "skinjobs" present looked on, waiting for her to tell them what was going on. Finally, she lifted her eyes to face them.

"Good. The Leader and his team have made their way past the Marines on the port flight pod... they're making their way towards Urantia's Brig now." she relayed, as one of the Ginas paced anxiously.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

Inside one of the corridors leading to the Brig, Marines were in a running firefight with the force of Centurions. The Marines ran, as the Centurions maintained near-constant fire on them, with their powerful guns, which spat out almost unceasing rounds. The sounds of gunfire and the whine of Cylon scanning lights filled the hallways.

One Marine scored a direct head shot on one of the newer Centurions behind the gold Leader, causing that Cylon to stagger back and fall, its machinery going haywire, as it twitched on the ground. The result from the gold Leader was instant... it drew its sidearm, and opened fire, at that Marine, the sudden force of the onslaught of bullets causing the Marine to literally fly backward, and hit the wall, slumping to the floor, lifeless, as the rounds of Cylon fire now struck the other Marines, mowing them down, as the gold Leader walked over to one Marine that was struggling to stand, with a wounded leg. The Marine was in the Leader's way, and with no effort at all, the Leader grabbed the human, and tossed him aside, as if he were but a small stone, as the Leader led his force to the Brig.

BRIG

The sound of gunfire hitting the door to the Brig echoes throughout the small room, and finally, the door gave way, and opened, allowing the Centurions in, as the Guard on duty turned to fire his weapon, but was too slow... one of the newer Centurions fired first, sending the man falling backward over the desk.

In the cell, the chrome Centurion turned to face a sight it hadn't seen in over 40 years... one of its own... a gold Leader, flanked by newer Centurions.

LEAD CYLON BASESTAR

In the control room, D'anna looked up at the others, smiling, as she relayed the news.

"Good... they've secured the Centurion!" she said, as the others smiled, sighing with relief, as Cavil now stepped forward.

"They're on their way back?" he asked.

"Yes." D'anna replied.

"We're not losing them again... we finally have Urantia where we want her... she's alone, her fleet has jumped away, and is vulnerable... time for a surprise." Cavil stated.

"What do you mean?" D'anna asked, as now the other also began to look to him, questioningly.

"You don't think I planned to let Urantia leave this place, did you?" he merely replied.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The great ship hung in space, flanked by two massive Cylon Basestars, as the Vipers continued to mix it up with Raiders, and weapons tracers and flak dotted the sky, like so many millions of stars. Suddenly, the Heavy Raider jumped into view, and angled about, on approach back to the lead Basestar.

As the Heavy Raider grew smaller in the distance, it was becoming obvious that Urantia was taking a hell of a pounding... from both port and starboard, the Battlestar was being hit by numerous missiles, one by one, and some sections of the ship were trailing massive plumes of fire. It was then that Cavil's surprise appeared...

An FTL flashring appeared, spitting out a third Basestar, which almost instantly, began to deploy Raider wings, the small craft swarming out of the massive ship.

CIC

As D'anna and Standish looked at the DRADIS, Mister Hindri called out the new data.

"DRADIS contact! One new Basestar! We have three Basestars out there now, Commander!" he shouted.

Suddenly, the whole ship shook hard, from new weapons impacts, as the crew struggled to keep their footing.

"We've just lost our portside guns, Sir! FTL is offline... explosive decompression reported on decks ten through fifteen!" Hindri called out.

"Frak..." Standish lamented in a loud whisper. "How the hell are we gonna fight of three of them?"

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

In space, the single Battlestar stood alone, surrounded now by a gauntlet of three Cylon Basestars, each continually pummeling the ship with missile salvo after missile salvo, the weapons striking the ship hard, one by one, as the impacts caused the ship to shake, and areas of the hull to erupt in plumes of fire.

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BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The lone Battlestar remained surrounded by huge Basestars, under constant and unrelenting fire, as the three Basestars kept slamming Urantia with everything they had.

CIC

The ship shook violently, and stations erupted in sparks, and debris fell, as some consoles burst into flames. For a long moment, Commander Standish stood and watched, taking in the sight of his ship dying before his very eyes... it couldn't end like this, he thought... it simply couldn't... not after everything they'd been through. But nevertheless, there they were, and the room was alive with the sounds of the crew calling out the systems that were failing, and the damage that was being inflicted, one report after the other.

Finally, he could bear no more, and turned to face D'anna, who looked at him, and finally, nodded, in silent agreement of what he was about to do, as Standish turned to Mister Hindri, and looked to him, the fires of the consoles reflecting in his glasses, as if he were staring into the gates of hell.

"It's over." he began softly, as he now called out his orders. "That's it! All personnel, abandon ship... repeat... abandon ship! All hands to evac Raptors!" he called out, as for a short moment, the crew looked to him, stunned, but quickly nodded, and filed out of the room, leaving only himself and D'anna. "You too." he added, looking to her.

"Aye, Sir..." she began. "I'll be waiting for you on the Raptor." she added.

"You go." he plainly added, in a mild voice, looking to her.

"Sir... you can't." she protested.

"I am the Commander of this ship... I vowed to fight the Cylons to the bitter end... this is it. My place is here." he stated, as he walked to D'anna, and shook her hand. "Find the fleet... keep them safe." he said to her, softly. "Tell Eliza..." he began, but reconsidered. "Find the fleet." he repeated, as she withdrew, and stepped back a pace, and saluted her Commander.

Standish returned the salute, as he watched his XO then leave CIC for the last time, looking after her, as she ran out of the room, to the evac stations.

STARBOARD FLIGHT POD

In the massive bay, the engines of dozens of waiting Raptors powered to full, their loud whines filling the hangar, as the last of the people climbed aboard, and the hatches closed shut.

Finally, the first Raptors were away, and arose, as they quickly flew out of the flight pod, and into the raging firestorm that was the battle outside. Stars and Ruion were no longer visible... only a vast ocean of weapons tracers, missile contrails, explosions, and Vipers and Raiders. Then, suddenly, a ring of brilliant pure golden light exploded in front of the Raptor, and when it vanished, the Raptor crew was treated to the serenity of calm open space, with Urantia's ragtag fleet ships holding position, waiting.

LEAD CYLON BASESTAR

In the control room, D'anna withdrew her hand from the control interface, and looked up to Cavil.

"What the frak do you think you're doing?" she asked him, as the others now looked to him.

"Eliminating Urantia, and after her, the rest of the humans she found." Cavil stated, calmly.

"You frakking idiot!" D'anna shot back. "I told you... there may be even MORE humans out this way... we NEED Urantia, to take us to them... we have to stay with Urantia, until she returns to the Colonies... THEN we make a move!" she added, as now a group of the newer Centurions was amassing behind Cavil.

D'anna finally noticed what was going on, and pressed a button on her control interface, and a moment later, the gold Leader entered the room, flanked by his own Centurions, as well as some of the newer models under his direct command.

"I will ask but once, for you to stop this assault on Urantia, right now." D'anna ordered.

"Or what... you'll do what?" Cavil asked.

D'anna turned her head slightly, to address the gold Leader behind her, while still looking at Cavil.

"Leader... you are to take your forces, and stop the attack on Urantia. Is that clear?" she asked.

"By your command." the Leader stated, just as Cavil chuckled, sarcastically, as he shook his head.

"That was a bad decision." he said, chiding D'anna, as behind him, the Centurions all switched from hands to guns, and took aim at the gold Leader, and his team.

"Leader... defend." D'anna instructed, as behind her, the Leader and his own kind drew their sidearms, and the newer models also switched from hands to guns, and took aim at Cavil's force.

The majority of the other skinjobs in the room looked from side to side, trying to determine what to make of this.

"D'anna... think about what you're about to do... do you really want to fire on your fellow Cylons? My Centurions WILL defend themselves." Cavil said.

"If it comes to that, it comes to that." D'anna added.

"See, there's that stubborn independent streak... a flaw in the Threes... one which we should have compensated for." Cavil began. "These are HUMANS you're willing to go to war over, D'anna... the race that enslaved us... destroyed us." he added.

"They may be humans, but this is NOT the way to deal with them!" she added.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

Inside the ship, D'anna ran with all her might through the corridors, trying to find Cavil. Finally, she caught sight of him, groping his way along the corridor, and coughing from the smoke in the air, as small fires burned nearby, along the floor, amongst the debris.

"CAVIL" she shouted out, as he turned to face her.

As he turned to face her, his features darkened, as he saw D'anna, now holding her sidearm, and raising it, aiming directly for his head.

"You frakked up son of a bitch." she spat. "I can't believe you would have things turn out this way." she added.

"Don't be so naive, my child." Cavil began. "We both knew we'd have to strike Urantia soon." he added.

"I trusted you." she shot back.

"Your first mistake." he rebutted.

"Also my last." D'anna spat, as without warning, she fired her weapon, and struck Cavil directly in the head, right between the eyes, as he instantly fell backwards, onto the floor, dead.

LEAD CYLON BASESTAR

In the control room, Cavil and D'anna looked on, as one of the Sharons relayed some data to them.

"The Cavil on Urantia is dead... you killed him!" Sharon said, looking to D'anna with shock, as the others reacted with shock as well.

Both cavil and D'anna knew what was going to happen now, and there was no way to stop it. Both Cylons gave the same order, at the same time...

"Centurions!" they called out, in unison, just as both groups of Centurions opened fire on one another, causing the skinjobs in the crossfire to drop down to the ground, to avoid being killed.

Finally, one of the Ginas had had enough, and looked up to face the gold Leader, who was still firing.

"Leader!" she called out, as momentarily, the Leader looked to her, while still firing, his red scanner light moving from side to side. "End this attack!" she ordered, as he nodded.

"By your command." he replied, as he began to fall back, leading his team out of the room, as their fire destroyed the last of the Cavil-loyal Centurions, and his team left behind a room full of frightened skinjobs, and one dead Cavil and one dead D'anna.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship was almost unrecognizable now, almost fully engulfed in flames, that crept about on the outer hull, as the fire from the Cylon Basestars continued on, without end.

Suddenly, two of the Basestars unleashed a horrifying volley of missiles out into space, and the contrails drew deadly white lines through the sky. However, something was different... the missile contrails sailed directly OVER Urantia, and slammed full force, into the third Basestar, instantly causing on of the "Y" spires to crumble, and break apart, exploding away from the rest of the ship, as now additional missiles were also striking the ship, causing massive damage to it, until finally, the third Basestar could take no more, and exploded apart, sending massive amounts of fire and debris sailing out into space.

After but a second, the remaining two Basestars were engulfed by the FTL flashring, and jumped away, leaving only scurrying Raiders behind.

CIC

Commander Standish gazed up at the DRADIS monitors, a totally confused look on his face, as he struggled to understand what had just happened.

"What the... what... they jumped away? They broke off?" he asked himself, as he now reacted to the sound of the door to CIC opening, and turned to see D'anna walk in. "What the frak?" he asked.

"It's over, Sir... the Cylons left... our Vipers are mopping up outside now." she stated, as she walked to him, and hugged him, as he accepted her embrace. "With the Cylons gone, and the respite from enemy fire, most of the hull fires are dying out, but we still have no FTL, and massive amounts of damage." she said, now breaking the embrace to face him.

"The ship'll hold... I'll be here. Take a Raptor... find the fleet, and bring them back... tell our damage control teams they have their work cut out for them when they get back." he said, offering a tired smile.

"I'm sure they'll be glad to hear it." she offered.

"No, they won't." Standish shot back, as now D'anna smile, and again stood straight, and saluted her Commander, as he returned the gesture, and then drew her close, and shook her hand.

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

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The massive Battlestar stood in space, in high orbit of Ruion, as all around her, the first of her ragtag fleet ships began to jump back into place, joining Urantia once again.

The Battlestar was a true mess... her entire hull was speckled with massive amounts of battle damage, from small scorchmarks, to huge open gashes, which showcased the inner hull layers.

A CAP squadron of Vipers flew by the port flight pod, as inside the pod, Commander Standish directed a large flashlight to face out of the massive open gash in the side of the pod, as the flashlight's beam was seen by a Raptor hovering outside, facing the Commander, and directing a light of its own back into the pod.

PORT FLIGHT POD

Standish grimaced in tired frustration, as he turned to face D'anna for a moment, as he then turned his attention to the papers he held in his other hand, reciting from them...

"... 14 Vipers destroyed, 4 Raptors, FTL is still offline, major structural collapses on decks 10 through 17, all portside aft batteries destroyed, 75 souls lost, not counting, of course, the loss of the Torah Yendru." Standish lamented, disgustedly handing the papers to D'anna, as he began to walk around the deck, taking in the sight of the massive damage done to the bay, that had been caused by the Cylon's FTL jump into the ship.

The entire half of the floor of the deck looked as if some great excavator had just ripped it asunder. The force of the wake had also pushed some vehicles up against the side of the walls. Suddenly, a bright flash of light prompted Standish to turn, and look out into space, through the massive open gash in the hull. As he looked up, he saw the newest arrival... the Emilonian military patrol cruiser, Sal Caltanis. The small military ship sailed slowly past and over Urantia.

Standish looked back to D'anna.

"Looks like the Captain of the Sal Caltanis just increased his ship's mission profile." Standish said, as he left the room, as D'anna now stepped forward, and also gazed out at the fleet outside.

CYLON BASESTAR

The face of Cavil emerged from the download pool, gasping, as he awoke. He looked around him, his eyes darting about, as he took stock of the skinjobs with him, gathered around the pool... none of the Threes were present. Finally, he saw another of his own... another of the Ones, that was gazing at him with knowing curiosity.

"Where is she?" Cavil asked, still in the pool of goo.

"I'm assuming you mean Three." the other Cavil answered, just as a feminine gasp was heard, coming from the other download pool, a few meters away. "She's there." he continued.

The skinjobs around Cavil's pool had to cope with being splattered with small amounts of pool goo, as Cavil struggled to extricate himself from his slippery birthplace, as he walked out, and onto the main floor, still fully nude, and dripping goo, as one of the new Centurions attempted to hand him a large towel.

"Not now!" Cavil said, pushing past the Centurion, who backed off, as Cavil angrily stormed to D'anna's download pool.

D'anna looked to him, as Cavil knelt down in front of her, facing her.

"You should thank God that we even allowed you to download... but I just had to know what in frak's sake you thought you were doing back there?" he asked her.

"I told you..." she began. "Urantia will lead us to more humans... more members of the 13th Tribe. We should wait until AFTER we have located them all, to strike... let Urantia do all the dirty work for us, and let her lead the fleet back to Caprica... THEN we make our move, and execute the final strike against humanity." she said. "In any case... Urantia's safe now... you can't exactly go back there." she added, slightly smiling, as she got up from the pool, her fully nude front to Cavil, as she then walked out of the pool, accepting the towel from the Centurion.

EMILONIAN TRANSPORT SHIP "SEPIA MOON"

The small ship flew towards Urantia, as a lone Viper flew ahead of her, escorting.

Inside the small ship, a large group of pilgrims, many of them women, were staring out the windows to the sight of the battle-scarred Urantia. As the view of the crippled Battlestar filled the view, Eliza shook her head, awed by the pounding the ship had taken, and thankful that as far as she knew, Tyler Standish was still alive to tell the tale.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN

Commander Standish handed a glass of ambrosia to Captain Zender Kline, of the Sal Caltanis, as Eliza stood beside Standish. Standish took stock of the Emilonian Captain's appearance... his uniform, if this were Earth, or even if the Colonials had known of Earth, would have been described as being straight out of Lord Nelson's navy... and the sword and buttons that adorned him glinted nicely in the light of the Commander's cabin.

"Thanks for coming on such short notice." Standish began, as he addressed the Captain.

"Think nothing of it... anything we can do to help..." Kline began.

"That's actually what I wanted to see you about." Standish began, as Eliza placed both her hands on his shoulders, to provide support and comfort, as he continued. "This ship has taken a awesome beating... our FTL, as well as many of our defensive systems, are inoperative. Our first priority is getting our FTL back online. But my people need time to effect the repairs that are needed. So, I'm going to ask that your ship temporarily bear the majority of the burden of defending the fleet. You won't be alone... you'll have the support of all of Urantia's Vipers." he said.

Captain Kline set the glass down on the table, as he looked up to Standish.

"That's a big burden, Commander... but, as you say... we have little choice, do we?" he began. "Will you be transferring your flag to the Sal Caltanis?" he added.

"No." Standish began. "I am needed here, to help coordinate the repairs, and address the needs of our ships. You are in command. "Hopefully, it'll only be for a few weeks, then Urantia can lift the burden from you." he said.


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

CONTINUED...

EMILONIAN MILITARY CRUISER SAL CALTANIS

The small patrol cruiser sailed at the head of the fleet for the first time, leading the entire ragtag fleet in its orbit over Ruion, as the Battlestar Urantia loomed large behind it, dwarfing the small patrol cruiser.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The large vessel kept a slow but steady sail over Ruion, as dozens of Raptors drifted alongside, as crews in EVA suits worked to replace damaged or destroyed parts of the weapons systems, while others scraped away at the scorchmarks on the outer hull, trying to clean the ship us as best they could.

Inside the Battlestar, Commander Standish walked through a corridor, on his way to the Starboard Flight Pod... he was going to inspect the repair efforts via Raptor. As he walked along, he passed many of the crew, who rushed about their duties. He could overhear the various men and women remarking on the extent of damage the ship had taken, and even some of the people quietly lamenting the situation they were in... having to be on constant alert for the Cylons.

As he passed the various people, Standish began to think back... to become lost in the memory of a time long ago, when he had first learned that he would be in command of a ship... a ship called Urantia...

CAPRICA CITY, CAPRICA - 10 YEARS AGO

The white Sun shone bright over the large and crowded city, as various craft flew about in the skies above.

COLONIAL FLEET HEADQUARTERS

Tyler Standish walked through the hall that led to Admiral Atlec's office, and as he arrived at the door, paused monetarily, to collect his thoughts, and adjust his uniform. After a second, he knocked on the wooden door, and the muffled voice of the Admiral replied.

"Yeah... come in." it called out.

Standish carefully opened the door, and then turned to close it behind him. As he turned to face the Admiral, he noticed someone sitting in the chair facing the Admiral... another Commander.

"Forgive me, Admiral... I did not know you were busy..." Standish began, saluting.

"No... it's fine... we were just finishing up here." Atlec responded, as both he and the other Commander got up, and shared a salute. "You are dismissed, Commander Adama." he added, as now the other Commander finished his salute, and turned around on his heels, military style, and was now facing Standish, nodding to him, as he walked past him, and opened the door, leaving.

"Come... sit..." the Admiral gestured, as he himself sat back down.

Standish sat in the chair Adama has just occupied, and pulled it closer to the desk, as the Admiral broke out his bottle of ambrosia, and placed two glasses on the table.

"I want to be the first to congratulate you on your new command, Tyler... Urantia's a fine ship... under Commander Alma, she became the hero of Libran. Ambrosia?" he asked.

"No thank you... I never touch the stuff." Standish replied. "Though my wife seemingly can't get enough of it." he added.

"Ah... yes..." the Admiral began, extending his hand for Standish to shake. "I heard... congratulations on your marriage... don't worry... the first year is the hardest... you survive that... you can deal with anything." he said, as the men shook hands.

"Thank you, Admiral... if I do say so, I think she's the best thing that could have ever happened to me." Standish offered back.

"Here here." Atlec said, as he downed his glass of ambrosia, before focusing on the meeting at hand. "Well, this meeting is nothing to worry about... just some last-minute details... I need to go over some areas of Urantia's systems with you, and then basically transfer the launch keys and command packet to you... nothing unusual..." Atlec began, as he paused, looking at Standish, breaking a small smile. "Oh, just wait until you see her, up close, in all her glory... you never forget the first time you see your first command." he added.



Suddenly, Standish was brought back to reality, by a crew specialist, who was holding his arm, as the two men stood beside a Raptor's entry ramp.

"Commander? Just step up, please." the specialist prompted, as he helped his Commander up the plank, and onto the Raptor, closing the hatch behind them.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The lone Raptor flew out of the starboard flight pod, and angled around, to do an inspection run of the hull.

URANTIA RAPTOR

Inside the cockpit, Standish looked out of the large windows, to see the outside of his mighty Battlestar. The whole hull was dark and rough, like a charred roast, and was cratered in places were the Cylon missiles had impacted. He wore a somber look, and looked down to the floor for a moment, and when he looked up, he was in the past again...



OLYMPIA FLEET SHIPYARDS - CAPRICA - 10 YEARS AGO

A lone raptor shot towards the large drydock complex, heading for a Valkyrie-Class Battlestar that was sitting alone, in the middle dock.

COLONIAL RAPTOR

From the cockpit of the craft, Commander Standish stood and looked on, as he drew closer to his new command... the Battlestar Urantia. Her bright new hull shone bright in the light of the sun, and the name "URANTIA" stood out proud, in bright white letters, on the flight pod.

Suddenly, a lone Viper flew down in front of the Raptor, and fired it's retro-thrusters, to slow down. After a second, the Viper pilot's voice was piped through the intercom.

"Urantia Viper 37 to Colonial Raptor... we'll escort you in... Commander Standish, welcome to Urantia." the young man's voice stated.

Standish could now see the inside of the massive port flight pod, as the Raptor aligned itself for landing. Inside people were clearing the deck. Standish could see a group of about 7 Vipers off at the far end of the deck, as one of the newer Vipers was being backed away from the landing strip, into its "parking" area.

In front of the Raptor, the escort Viper fired short thruster bursts, as it angled away from the Raptor, allowing it to land unhindered.



Back in the present, Commander Standish stood on the deck of the Raptor, as he began to walk down the ramp onto the flight deck, as he was again greeted by the sight of damage control teams cleaning and repairing the damage done to his ship.

He took a long sigh, and then began to walk to the exit from the deck, back to his cabin.

EMILONIAN MILITARY CRUISER SAL CALTANIS

The small patrol cruiser sailed at the head of the fleet, as it continued to lead the ragtag ships on their course.

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

Written By: BolianAdmiral and RoslinAdamaJunkie

CONTINUED...

PAN GALACTIC FLIGHT #840

The large, fishlike starliner came alongside of the Battlestar Urantia, and slowed to match the larger ship's speed.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

CIC

Commander Standish was looking over some repair reports, as the Officer of the Watch called to him, causing the Commander to place the papers down, and look his way.

"Commander... um... you might find this interesting. The deck crew are reporting that there are two people from the Pan Galactic 840, that are asking for Captain Azaire." Mister Hindri stated.

"Grae?" Standish asked back.

"Aye... they're claiming to be... they say they're her parents, Sir." Hindri added.

At that comment, Standish froze, and after a moment, took his glasses off, and rubbed his eyes, before replacing his glasses on his face.

"Shall I call for Captain Azaire?" Hindri asked.

"No." Standish began. "I'll handle this... where are they now?" he asked.

"Observation deck, Sir." Hindri replied.

"That's where I'll be." Standish began, as he began to leave the room.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The Battlestar continued to sail over Ruion, now with the Pan Galactic liner beside it, as the rest of the ragtag fleet sailed behind.

OBSERVATION DECK

Commander Standish stood outside the door to the room, as he waited for someone. Finally, the sound of footfalls could be heard, and after a moment, Grae was standing beside him.

"Well... I came... what is it?" she asked.

At first Standish didn't say anything, and just stared at her, a serious look on his face, as he looked to the ground, then back up at her.

"What... what's wrong?" she added.

With a sigh, Standish gave her the news.

"Medusa... what I'm going to tell you will be hard for you to hear, but I would ask that you don't run off, and hear me out." he began, pausing for the next part. "There are two people from the Pan Galactic 840 in there... two people who are making the claim that they are your parents." he added.

It took Grae a moment to feel the brunt of the emotional shock that then swept over her, and she wore a look that conveyed both fear and pain.

"That's a cruel joke, old man." she began.

"Unfortunately, it's no joke... I confirmed with the Captain of the Pan Galactic... he says they do claim to be your parents." Standish offered.

"Do you realize how frakking improbable this all sounds?" Grae began, raising her voice. "You're telling me that after all this time, since the Cylon attack, that out of ALL the ships in the Colonies, that MY parents somehow ended up on one of the ships in this fleet?" she went on. "And if so... why all of a sudden? Why did they wait so long to come here?" she asked.

Standish just looked to the floor, then back to Grae.

"Look... they're in there now... whoever they are. Personally, I am going to meet them, because I'm curious about the story they have to offer... but I'd like you to come with... at the least, you could confirm that they are who the claim to be. I'll be with you, so you don't have to worry about anyone hurting you." Standish offered, waiting for her response.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Grae just looked to the floor, and nodded, as Standish forced a smile, and held her hand, as he opened the door to the room, and led her in.

The two entered the crowded room, and some of the people called out greetings to Standish, and a few also to Grae.

At the mention of Grae's name, two people... a man and a woman, turned from their seat, to face her, and got up, and walked to intercept the Commander and his CAG.

Upon seeing her parents, her father in particular, Grae felt an uncontrollable wave of anger and rage sweep over her. As soon as the couple saw her, the father opened his mouth...

"My Gods... Grae, is tha--" he began, but was barely able to get the sentence out when Grae punched him in the mouth. Standish had to pull her back and restrain her before she could do any more damage.

"Grae! Stop!" Standish called out, as he reached for her and held her close, restraining her, as she fought it.

"Let me go!" Grae shouted.

"NO! Now stop." Grae immediately stopped struggling. Standish turned with Grae still in his arms to her supposed parents.

"Who are you?" Standish asked.

"I'm Helen and that was Paris her father." the woman stated, as the man wiped some blood from his lip.

"My parents died when they left me on Caprica." Grae's Gemonese accent came out in full force as she spat those words at her parents. The woman called Helen had to fight back tears and Paris looked like he wanted to throttle Grae.

"Maybe this wasn't a good idea." Paris attempted to explain.

"You think?" Standish shot back to him, as he continued to hold Grae close, as he led her out of the room.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship maintained orbit, as a squadron of Vipers flew a CAP past the ship.

OBSERVATION DECK

D'anna Biers walked into the room, watching as all the civilians and crew mingled about, drinking, sitting, talking. She had heard that the people claiming to be Grae's parents were on board, and she wanted to meet them for herslef, to try and gain some more insight into the CAG. Finally, after scanning the room, she found Grae's mother, sitting at the bar, nursing a drink. She walked over to the woman, and introduced herself.

"Hello... D'anna Biers... I'm Urantia's XO... you're Grae's mother?" she asked.

"Yes... Helen Azaire." she replied, shaking D'anna's hand, indicating for the XO to have a seat next to her. "Is there some kind of problem?" she asked.

"No... no problem. I just wanted to ask you a few questions about Grae." D'anna replied.

Helen sighed, as she took a drink from her glass, before setting it back on the bar.

"Not much to say, really... she hates us. She won't even see us now. Your Commander had to keep her from striking her father back there." Helen began. "I don't know what we're thinking... hoping that maybe she could accept us into her life again. She's always been so rebellious... unruly. Everything always had to be a struggle with her." she said "We didn't know where to look for guidance. Finally, after her father consulted that Oracle..." she added, stopping herself, as she downed the last of her drink.

D'anna nodded.

"Aye... she's the same way here... the only person she seems to get along with is the Commander. With me, she's particularly mouthy... sometimes she's downright rude. I don't know what to do about it... I'd like to discipline her, but the Commander seems set on dealing with her with a light hand." she said.

The bartender placed another drink in front of Helen, and she took a drink, before answering.

"She's always been a problem child. We thought Caprica would help her, but..." she said, looking to D'anna.

"She's pretty disturbed." D'anna offered. "I've noticed some scars on her wrists. I can't be sure of anything, but I think she might be doing something to herself." she said.

Helen just nodded, as she took another drink.

"Always rebellious." she said, mostly to herself.

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

CONTINUED...

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship was very slowly starting to look like a somewhat decent Battlestar again, as most of the blackened areas of the hull had been cleaned up, leaving only the physical impacts left, as the EVA teams now focused on repairing those.

OBSERVATION DECK

Commander Standish wanted to find Grae, and talk to her about what had happened, and after talking with another pilot, he learned that she had come up here after her shift had ended. For a moment, he scanned the room, until he turned in the direction of Grae's laughter.

He walked to the source of the giggling, and found his CAG slumped in a soft couch, sitting across another young woman, with an almost empty bottle of ambrosia in her hands. Upon seeing the Commander behind Grae, the other woman sobered up, and sat straight, causing Grae to look up and backward, at her Commander, a drunken smile on her face, as she offered a lazy salute to him.

"Hey, Fearless Leader." she said, as she burst out into the giggles again. "You're upside down." she laughed, pointing to him, with the bottle still in her hand, causing some of the ambrosia to spill out onto her lap.

The look on the Commander's face was not that of amusement. He drilled into her with a serious look, as he snatched the bottle from her.

"What the frak are you doing?" he asked her, sternly. "This is my CAG... smashed out of her mind on liquor?" he asked, as he grabbed her by the shoulders, propping her up, and leading her around the couch, to him, where he held her to support her, as she tried to keep her balance. "C'mon... we're going now." he added.

"Where are we going?" Grae asked, as they left.

"I'm taking you to my cabin." Standish answered.

"I think I'm a little young for you." Grae said, suddenly bursting out with laughter at her joke.

COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN

The two finally made it into the room, as Standish led her to the couch, and she plopped down on it, in a sloppy, haphazard manner, that had her face to the seat cushions, and her butt in the air, as she slowly righted herself.

Standish proceeded to place the bottle on the table, and then walked over to her.

"What the frak is the matter with you?" he asked, angrily. "You're drinking your problems away now?" he added.

"Seems to work for you." Grae shot back, as she let out a loud burp.

The Commander was not amused.

"Frak." he whispered loudly, as he got up, and grabbed one of his own full ambrosia bottles, and walked to his rack with it, closing the door behind him, leaving Grae to herself, as she now fell to the side, falling asleep.

In his rack, Standish slammed the bottle down on the table, and opened it, as he poured the contents into a glass, as he then sat back in his chair, took off his glasses, setting them on the table, and leaned back, closing his eyes, as he enjoyed the drink, allowing it to offer him an escape from the day, as memories from years past again came flooding through his mind...

CAPRICA CITY, CAPRICA - 10 YEARS AGO

COLONIAL FLEET HEADQUARTERS

Admiral Atlec closed the manila folder of data keys for Urantia, and slid the folder to Standish, who took it.

"Congratulations, again, Tyler... good luck to you." the Admiral offered, again shaking Tyler's hand, as both men got up. "Oh... I almost forgot... any chances of a family on the horizon?" the Admiral asked.

"Well, I'd really like a daughter down the road... but for the time being, the wife is dead-set against any children." Standish offered, as the Admiral nodded, as Standish excused himself.

Back in the present, Standish leaned up to his desk, and rubbed the bridge of his nose, as he closed his eyes, before opening them again, as he took another drink, and again sat back in his chair, escaping to yet another memory...

STANDISH RESIDENCE, AERELON - 2 YEARS AGO

The sounds of loud shouting could be heard from even outside the large house, as Tyler and Tina Standish were embroiled in yet another heated dispute.

In the kitchen, Tyler stood on one end of the table, in a confrontational pose, as his wife stood on the other.

"Frak, Tyler, when are you going to let this go? It's an insane dream you're clinging to... for over eight years now, you're bent on having children... a daughter... what's wrong with what we have together?" she shouted.

"What's so frakked about wanting kids?" he shot back. "Gods know, after spending eight years in the same house with you, being around someone who actually loves me would be a refreshing change of pace." he shouted back, as he started to walk away, as Tina followed him, not wanting to end this.

"Oh, no... don't you start this again... don't go pinning that on me!" Tina shouted back. "It's not my fault I have to constantly show you how to assume control and dominance... you're the one whose supposed to be a man!" she added.

Suddenly Standish turned around, and with a quick movement, shoved his wife against the wall, hard, as she suddenly grew a smile, looking at him with fire in her eyes, as Standish just looked back at her, and angry look growing on his own face.

I'm not doing this with you." he said, as he grabbed a bottle of ambrosia off the small table, and began to walk to his study.

"Oh, fine... that's beautiful..." his wife shouted after him. "Go ahead... run off to your study, and drink your problems away, like you always do!" she yelled.

"I didn't have any problems to drink away, before I married you." Standish shot back, as he opened the study door, and then slammed it shut behind him.

After a second, Tina straightened herself up, and stormed after her husband, opening the door to the study, to find him sitting behind his desk, his back to her, and a glass of ambrosia in his hand.

"C'mon, Tyler... think about it... how the frak are you gonna be able to satisfy the needs of a child, when you're not even home enough to satisfy the needs of your wife?" she shot at him. "Now, come to bed... enough of this." she added.

For a long moment, there was only silence, as Standish took another drink, not even looking to her, as he delivered his response.

"You go. Go frak yourself... I'm tired of doing all the work in bed." he shot back, his back still to her, and the glass still in his hand, as she let out a sound of disgust, as she turned, and left, the door slamming shut behind her.

Back in the present, Standish opened his eyes, and straightened up in his chair, as he now set his empty glass beside the bottle, and got up, and walked back into the main room of his cabin of Urantia, where he found Grae sleeping soundly, her snoring the only sound in the room.

He knew he should be mad at her, but even so, he allowed a small smile to escape to the surface, as he gently moved some hair from her face back up to the top of her head. After a long moment, he shut the light on the table beside the couch, and began to walk back, unbuttoning his uniform collar, as he prepared to go to bed.

"Just another day on the frakked up ship Urantia." he whispered to himself, as he now entered his rack, and sat down on the bed, and shut the lights off in the room, leaving only darkness.

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BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The mighty Battlestar now began to sail ahead of the Sal Caltanis, as the smaller Emilonian ship now slowed, falling behind Urantia, as a lone Viper flew towards Urantia, adjusting itself for a landing approach.

URANTIA VIPER

"Urantia, this is Arsonist, on final approach... lining up for entry into starboard flight pod." the man's voice stated, as the Viper continued on course.

"Arsonist, strike your last... adjust heading... the port flight pod is once again open for business!" the deckhand's comm voice exclaimed, excited, as cheers could be heard, over the comm.

"Copy that, Urantia... will do." the pilot relayed.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

OBSERVATION DECK

The room was filled to capacity, as many officers and civilians were gathered, talking, cheering, laughing, and drinking, as in the center of the large room, a makeshift dance floor had taken shape, and various people from the Colonies and Emilon were dancing around, raising a joyous noise.

At the bar area, Grae sat with the women she had been caught drinking with before, a woman named Kiyani, as Grae now turned to face the rest of the crowd, in time to see Commander Standish walk in, and walk over to Eliza Winnow, after spotting her.

After a second, Grae also saw the XO walk in, and look for the Commander, as she found him, and began to walk to him and Eliza.

"This'll be good." she said out loud, mostly to herself.

Upon seeing the Commander, Eliza smiled, walking up to him, and throwing her arms around him in a hug, as after a second they broke the embrace.

"Quite the happy group you have here." she said, as Standish smiled.

"They have reason to be celebrating... we've finally completed the repairs to the ship... they've worked hard for this celebration." he offered.

After a second, both people turned to notice D'anna, as she walked over to them, looking to the Commander.

"Well, hello... who's this?" D'anna asked, indicating towards Eliza.

"Ah, yes..." Standish began. "Eliza Winnow, this is D'anna Beirs, my XO." he said, as the two women lightly shook hands.

"I came to check out the party." D'anna added.

Standish and Eliza both looked to the crowd around the dance floor, as the couples continued dancing to the Colonial bagpipe music, as people around the dance circle clapped for them to continue.

"Looks like it's in full swing." Standish offered back.

"That looks like fun." Eliza began. "C'mon, Commander... dance with me?" she asked, extending her hand for him to take.

"Oh, no... thank you... I don't dance." Standish replied.

"Nonsense." Eliza shot back.

"Really... I don't... it's not a pretty thing to watch." Standish offered again, softly.

"Please... I insist... you must dance with me." Eliza said, standing firm, as she moved her arm, wanting him to take it.

"My dear woman," D'anna began, turning to face Eliza. "No woman has ever gotten the Commander to dance." she said.

"Except THIS woman." Eliza shot back, looking D'anna straight in the eyes, her face full of confidence.

"Well... no arguing with that, I suppose..." Standish said to D'anna, as he raised an amused eyebrow, as he took Eliza's hand.

"Do you know Revelton?" Eliza asked.

"No. Is it similar to the Privateer's Jig?" Standish asked, as she led him through the crowd to the dance floor, leaving an annoyed D'anna to look after them.

For a long moment D'anna just stared after them, until she heard a burp at her side, and turned to see Grae standing next to her, a drink in her hands.

"Oh... it's you." she spat, not wanting to be near Grae right now.

"Aww... what's wrong? You can tell me." Grae said, sarcastically, smiling to D'anna, as she looked to her.

"That little pilgrim witch is casting her spell on the Commander." she lamented, indicating to the dance floor.

Grae downed the last of her drink, and walked right up beside D'anna, and leaned to her face, whispering in her ear.

"If you want... I'll dance with you." she said, as she drew away, a big smile on her face.

D'anna turned to Grae, an angry look on her face.

"Gods, you reek of booze." she began. "Get your drunk ass out of here, before I have you in the Brig, for public drunkenness." she added, looking at Grae with serious eyes.

Finally, Grae realized that D'anna wouldn't play her game, so she just nodded, and straightened up, saluting, as she left the XO to look after the Commander and Eliza, on the dance floor.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The large ship was again at her rightful place at the head of the fleet, as the Sepia Moon again drifted at her side, alongside the port flight pod.

COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN

The door was slightly open, as D'anna walked in, pushing the door fully open, as she entered, and looked around. She called out for the Commander a couple times, to see if he was home, but there was no reply, and she began to walk about the room, taking in the sight of his personal effects. After a second, she heard some rustling and walked to the entryway to the Commander's rack, and saw Eliza getting dressed.

Upon turning to see D'anna standing there, Eliza was shocked for a moment, but then began to walk out.

"Can I help you? The Commander left for CIC a while ago." Eliza began, but was stopped, as D'anna grabbed her right arm, HARD, and pulled her close to her.

"What the frak do you think you're doing in here?" D'anna asked, sternly.

"Let me go!" Eliza protested, as she struggled to free her arm, but could not.

"Let me tell you something, little girl... I don't want you frakking with the Commander. I don't like you, and I don't want to see you here on this ship again. The Commander is with me... get it?" D'anna drilled in.

Finally, Eliza freed her arm from D'anna's grasp, as she began to walk away.

"Don't let me see you here again!" D'anna called after Eliza, as she now left the room, going out the door.

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BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship now began to pull out of orbit of Ruion, moving off slowly, as the rest of the fleet began to follow suit.

COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN

It was pitch black, as the Commander slept in his rack. He was deep in sleep, after another log day's work. In the darkness, he shifted in his bed, and moved his arm up and over what he assumed was D'anna's body, as she laid next to him.

But something felt strange... his hands felt a smooth, very cold, feeling, and Standish opened his eyes.

There, in the middle of total darkness, was the only thing visible to him, and it was directly in front of him, facing him...

A roving red light, that was moving from side to side, in a "V" pattern.

With a loud gasp, Tyler Standish shot up in bed, as beside him, D'anna turned the nightstand lamp on, as she looked to him.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Tyler didn't answer right away, as he pulled D'anna's side of the bedcovers away, exposing her lower body.

"You're not a Cylon." Standish said to her, looking at her.

"Umm... no. That's not funny, Commander." she replied. "What is it?" she added.

"It's nothing... just a dream... I need a drink." he said, as he began to get out of bed.

"Stay... I'll get it." D'anna said, as he stopped, and sat back in the bed, as she went to pour him a drink.

"I tell you... the sooner we jump out of this frakking system, the happier I'll be." Standish said to her, from the bed, as she now walked to him with two glasses, one which she gave to him.

"When DO we jump out, anyway?" she asked him.

"In the morning... Mister Hindri has finally plotted the last sequence of jumps to the Godhead Nebula... that'll get us a whole quarter of the way back to the Colonies." Standish said, as he took a drink, taking the time to savor the look and smell of the drink in the glass, as he then looked to her.

CYLON BASESTAR

D'anna faced Cavil, in the control room, as she was visibly apprehensive about something.

"He knows." she said, looking to Cavil. "He knows I'm a Cylon."

"That's ridiculous." Cavil began. "Nobody on that ship... or that fleet, for that matter, knows about us. You're just afraid now... see, that's the problem with what you did... just because you didn't like my approach, you killed me, and now, faced with an uncertain situation, you don't know how to deal with it, so you're panicking." he added. "I can help you... IF you let me."

"I'm not gonna let you destroy Urantia and her fleet... not until they reach Caprica orbit." D'anna reiterated.

"Fine... frak Urantia for the time being... we'll continue to watch her... but when the time comes... I want you to trust my judgment, and do what I say... unless you want the humans to be the ones who win this war?" he asked.

"Fine." D'anna said, grudgingly.

"So where is Urantia now?" Cavil asked.

"They're about to jump to the Godhead Nebula... sometime tomorrow morning." she said.

"Then so shall we." Cavil said, clapping his hands closed, as he left the room, smiling, leaving D'anna to herself.

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BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The great ship led the fleet along in open space, as many of the fleet ships were drifting into a new formational pattern, in preparation to jump out of the Ruion System for good.

CIC

The sounds of the DRADIS filled the room, as Standish lifted the handset from the cradle, and put it to his mouth, as D'anna and the CIC crew looked on, in anticipation of his speech.

"Attention, Urantia crew, and all those on the ships of the civilian fleet... this is Urantia Actual." Standish began, pausing, as he collected his thoughts. "It has been almost eight months, since the Cylons attacked our home worlds. Eight months, since we were thrown into unknown space, left to fend for ourselves, with no resupplies of food or water, and now, no new supplies of fuel. It has been tough... while searching for food and fuel, we have been pursued by the Cylon forces. However, along the way, we have found beacons of light, in an otherwise dark expanse... two pockets of humanity, alone in the middle of the void, having developed their own cultures independent of the Twelve Colonies. The people from Emilon, and then Ruion, have provided us some comfort, with their presence in our fleet... that we may know that we may be far from home now, but we shall never be alone." he continued. "But the time has come for us to make the first giant leap towards home... the first small step towards fulfilling our vow to exact our revenge upon the Cylon murderers... and give them one last battle they will never forget... one last valiant stand for humankind, where we will earn our victory, and retake our beloved Colonies. Yes, people of Urantia, and the fleet... the time has come to make our jump... to the Godhead Nebula!" he said, as all over CIC, people erupted in applause and cheers. "Therefore..." he went on. "I say, Mister Hindri... jump the ship... so what of it, Mister Hindri?" Standish asked, holding the handset in Hindri's direction.

"SO SAY WE ALL!" Hindri called out, towards the phone, as Standish nodded, smiling with approval, as he again spoke, as the crew on the deck began chanting "So say we all", numerous times.

"Urantia to fleet... initiate jump!" Standish ordered, setting the handset down.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

In space, the mighty ship sailed along, as the golden FTL flashring washed over the hull, vanishing the ship from sight, as now the various fleet ships were also jumping away, vanishing from view.

THE GODHEAD NEBULA

The massive stellar phenomenon loomed prominent in space, as suddenly, many dozens of golden flashes of light dotted the nebula. The flashes were deep inside the nebula, and were extremely tiny, against the backdrop of the nebula... and when the flashes revealed the fleet ships, Urantia included, they stood equally tiny... like dark specks of dirt, upon the vast canvas that was the nebula. It was not until one got much, much, closer, that the true size of the fleet was revealed, as the mighty Battlestar again led her fleet through space.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The massive ship sat at the head of the fleet, as a Viper CAP flew past it, as the rest of the fleet followed close behind.

OBSERVATION DECK

The room was buzzing with activity, as various people lined the windows, to get a glimpse of the Godhead Nebula. After a second, Commander Standish and D'anna walked into the room, and also made their way to the windows, standing behind the crowd, to give the people time to enjoy the view. After a second, a man's voice broke the silence, causing Standish and D'anna to turn to face him.

"Praise be to the Gods... we made it... our journey was safe, and free of unforeseen incident." the man said.

The look on both Standish and D'anna's face was one of utter shock.

"Father cavil." Standish merely stated, looking at the man with an icy gaze.

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BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship led the ragtag fleet along, against the backdrop of the massive Godhead Nebula.

OBSERVATION DECK

Cavil looked at the Commander and the XO, taking in the puzzled looks on their faces, as Standish drilled into Cavil with his eyes.

"You... seem surprised to see me... have we met?" he asked.

"You're supposed to be dead." Standish replied, unamused by whatever game this man was playing.

"Well, I don't know you, but I'd still say that's rather rude of you to say, Sir. I was just coming up here to enjoy the vista, but if I'm not welcome on the ship, I'll be happy to return to the Itania Express." Cavil stated.

"What's you're name?" Standish asked the man.

"You just said it, a moment ago... Cavil." the man replied.

"A man matching your exact appearance and name is dead... he was killed... shot, by Cylons, when they boarded Urantia, during the last battle at Ruion." Standish began. "Now you show up, claiming to be from the Itania Express."

D'anna watched, as Cavil began to make a great show of faux emotion, as he seemingly fought to hold back tears.

"Are you saying my brother was on board Urantia... on this ship, the whole time, since we left the Colonies?" he asked.

"Your brother?" Standish repeated, softly.

"That's impossible." D'anna began. "For all we know, you could be a Cylon." she added, as Cavil shot her a very annoyed look, right into her eyes, as Standish also looked up to her, a questioning look on his face. "After all... you do look the same." she stated.

Cavil glared at her, as he delivered his reply.

"Ever hear of twins, my dear?" he shot back, now looking to Standish. "I am not a Cylon... that whole notion is utterly preposterous... the Cylons are walking chrome toasters... to think they would or could look human..." Cavil began, as Standish cut him off.

"I agree, it's unlikely." Standish began. "Nevertheless... even if I were inclined to believe that... we have no way to prove it, as we don't have access to the Colonial database anymore. So, until proven otherwise, I have no choice but to believe you." Standish added, looking Cavil straight in the eyes. "To answer your question... no, your brother was not on Urantia... he had been a passenger on Pan-Glacatic 22... but he occasionally came on board Urantia, to offer his services as Priest." he said.

"Which I see you've followed in his footsteps." D'anna threw in.

"Let's just say, I was "inspired" by my brother's work... I decided to join the seminary as well." Cavil offered, now regarding the two people. "Well, I apologize for the confusion, but I will be on my way now... may the Gods be with you." he said, as he took his leave of Standish and D'anna, as both people watched him leave the room.

"That was strange." D'anna said, softly.

"I want him watched... keep him close." Standish told her, as she nodded, moving to trail the man.

BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship maintained course, as Viper CAPs flew by the fleet.

XO'S CABIN

D'anna opened her door, and with a sudden moement, Cavil entered the room, and grabbed her by the throat, shoving her hard against the wall.

"What the frak is the matter with you?" he spat, leering at her. "How do we know you're not a Cylon? What the frak was that? Are you trying to expose us?" he drilled.

"You're not a very good actor, brother." D'anna began. "I was just trying to keep it real... make the Commander think I'm investigating all of the options."

"Thanks to you, that IS now one of the frakking options!" Cavil shouted. "Your job is to use your acting skills to get into the Commander's trust, and learn about the plans of Urantia, NOT to expose your fellow Cylons to the fleet!" he spat. "You said you wanted my help. I came here to offer it. Test me any further, and it will be YOU, who the fleet will have to be wary of." he added, as he now released her, allowing her to regain her footing and breath, as he opened the door, storming out of her cabin.

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BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship led the ragtag fleet along, against the backdrop of the massive Godhead Nebula.

COMMANDER STANDISH'S CABIN

Standish took a bite of his food, and downed it with a drink of ambrosia, as he looked to his CAG. He had invited Grae to dinner, hoping that somehow, he could get an understanding of what went wrong with her relationship with her parents. It had been exceedingly difficult to convince Grae to talk to him about this tonight, but he had been adamant that he felt it was a good idea, and she had agreed, out of respect for him.

He refilled his glass with fresh ambrosia, and brought the glass to hisd lips, preparing to take another drink.

"Easy with that, old man...keep that up, and there won't be a drop left in the fleet." Grae said, toyingly, as Standish defiantly took another sip.

"Don't worry... all those SAR missions to moons in the nearby system, looking for tylium? That's just a cover story... I really have them out there looking for more ambrosia." he said, looking to her with a serious expression.

"You're joking... right?" Grae answered, looking to him.

"You decide." he merely shot back, as suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"That's them, isn't it? My parents?" Grae lamented, as Standish wiped his lips with his napkin, getting up.

"I'm not expecting anyone. Let me see who it is." he said, as he walked to the door, and cracked it open. He was somewhat surprised to see both of Grae's parents there, looking at him with smiles.

"I hope we're not intruding." Helen began, as Standish looked to Grae just in time to see her quietly walk into his rack, to avoid her parents, and with them, any chance of confrontation. "We just were hoping... well... hoping that maybe we could join you for a moment... we'd like the chance to talk to you about our daughter." she said.

"I apologize, Mr. and Mrs. Azaire, but I'm having a private dinner... I'm not trying to be rude, but.." he began.

"Oh, please, Commander... it won't take but a moment." she pressed.

Standish thought about it, and realized that as long as her parents were here, Grae would probably stay in his rack, not wanting to see them, so he reluctantly opened the door, and motioned for them to come on in, and have a seat.

"Some ambrosia?" Standish offered.

"No, thank you." Grae's father said, as everyone sat down.

"Commander... I'm afraid you might have the wrong impression of us." her father began. "What we did to Grae was not to punish her... it was for her own good. She was a very troubled youth... we were at a loss as to what to do for her. Finally, our Priest from Geminon advised us to see a very well-known Oracle, on Caprica. The Oracle showed us that Grae had to learn that her life at home was not as bad as what awaited her outside of our guidance." he said.

"It seems to me that her life at home was worse than what she endured on Caprica." Standish stated, as the parents' smile began to diminish, and her father's look now turned serious.

"Are you making some kind of accusation, Commander?" her father asked.

"I've seen the scars." Standish simply replied, as suddenly, the father looked to the floor, with a slight look of regret, as the mother held him, looking to him, as the father then looked back to Standish.

"That child needed discipline." he began. "She was not responsive to anything else... you don't know..." he spat out.

Standish could not take any more of these idiots... he stood up, facing the father in the eye.

"I know... that a child needs discipline, yes... but administered with love and nurturing guidance... not violence. What you did goes beyond mere abuse... it was torture. You have no idea of the lasting effects those actions had on her... how could you? You've had nothing to do with her her whole life!" Standish said, his voice raising up a level.

"That's not fair!" her father shouted out, now standing up to face the Commander.

"Isn't it? I saw you two in the flight lounge... you didn't even look at her while she was flying... you had no interest in her accomplishment at all. All you two did was make out and drink!" Standish said, angrily.

What! How dare you, you..." the father began, as he clenched his teeth, looking like he was about to strike at Standish. Suddenly, the father noticed that there were two dinner place-settings on the table. "What the-- is she-- is she here now?" he asked. "GRAE! Grae! You in here?" he shouted out.

"Oh frak... here it comes..." Standish thought to himself.

After a long moment, Grae emerged from the Commander's rack, caution in her eyes, as she quietly walked to stand right beside and behind the Commander, as if for shelter.

Standish was amazed that she had not gone ballistic yet.

At the sight of their daughter, the parents forced smiles, as they looked to her.

"Come on, Grae... it's time to come home." her father said, sternly.

Grae just stood her ground, not moving.

Her mother moved forward a few steps, holding out her arms.

"C'mon, baby... what are you waiting for? We're here now, and it's time to come back home." she stated.

Grae clutched onto Standish's right arm with both her hands, and gave her parents her reply, in a firm, yet soft voice...

"I AM home." she stated.

It took a few seconds for the impact of that comment to sink in for the parents, but as it did, the father finally relented, and began to lead his wife out the room. As the two left, closing the door behind themselves, Standish heard the father lament, "I knew this would be a waste of time." to the mother.

The Commander and Grae were now left alone in the room, both standing, looking towards the door.

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BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship led the fleet along, now nearing the end of the vast Godhead Nebula, as the fleet now entered into orbit of a small and vacant world, which was surrounded by three smaller rocky moons.

A small Viper CAP flew to the front of the fleet, passing Urantia, as a pair of recon Raptors flew towards Urantia's port flight pod.

CIC

The Commander and XO looked up to the DRADIS, as they listened to the voice of the lead Raptor pilot, through the comm.

"It's confirmed, Urantia... we have found tylium... and loads of it!" the man called out, as instantly, the CIC crew burst into cheers, some clapping, as others hugged each other.

Standish smiled, and looked to D'anna, who also smiled, as he picked up the phone, and delivered his message.

"Attention, Urantia crew, and all those on the ships of the civilian fleet... this is Urantia Actual." Standish began, pausing, as he collected his thoughts. "After a long delay at Ruion, and a set of failed trial runs with petrium, we have done it... our Raptor teams have located a rich and abundant source of tylium, on two of the moons in this system!" he began. "However, as good as this news is, the fact remains that the fleet is without a tylium refining vessel. Tylium in its raw form is of no use to us. Therefore, for the time being, we will be in a reserve mode, until the crew of the Jaht Batahl can figure out a way to rig up a tylium refining section, in addition to its normal petrium refining operations. In the meantime, take comfort in the fact that we have found fuel, and it is abundant. Urantia Actual out." he said, setting the phone back down in its cradle, as he looked to D'anna.

CYLON BASESTAR

The great black ship hung in space, as a group of Raiders flew recon nearby.

CONTROL ROOM

D'anna looked to the other skinjobs in the room, as a group of modern Centurions stood guard. Suddenly, the gold Leader entered the room, and paused behind D'anna, his red scanner light roving and whining, as she turned to face him.

"Report." she instructed.

"Our recon group has established contact with our veteran battle group, that originated at Ruion... seventy-six Raiders, inbound." it stated.

"Finally." D'anna began. "When they jumped away after the last battle, I thought they had gotten lost again. Very well... take your Raider, and escort them in... once they're on board, debrief them, and integrate them into your regiment." she added.

"By your command." the gold Leader replied, as he now left to tend to his orders.

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BATTLESTAR URANTIA - BSG-53

The ship continued to lead the fleet along, as the ships of the fleet slowly sailed by the moons that contained the new sources of tylium.

STARBOARD FLIGHT POD

The doors to the massive hangar deck opened up, and the outer Marines allowed Standish to enter, as he was greeted by the sights and sounds of the tech crews working and scurrying about. Finally, the Action Chief noticed him, and stood straight, saluting as he made the announcement...

"Commander on deck!" he shouted out, as everyone paused, saluting.

Standish reached the man, and returned the salute.

"As you were." he ordered, as everyone returned to their business, as the Action Chief faced Standish. "Well, Chief... I'm here... you said you had a surprise for me." he added.

"That I do, Sir." the man began with a smile, as he led Standish over to the vintage Cylon Raider they had captured at Ruion. "Per your orders, Sir, we have been studying the old Raider's jump drive... as you know, Cylon engines can jump out much farther than Colonial variants. Well... we can't really get this old girl flying again, but I was able to take what we've learned of the Cylon drive, and implement it." he offered.

"Implement it... what do you mean... implement it to what?" Standish asked.

The Chief smiled, as he led the Commander to a corner of the hangar where a Viper was parked, the craft covered, a large light blue cloth draped over it.

"This." the Chief said, with obvious pride, as he pulled the cloth cover off of the craft.

Standish's mouth opened with surprise, and he began to smile, as he saw it...

"What the..." he began.

"Sir, I'd like to introduce you to the Scoutstar." the Chief said, beaming.

Standish allowed his smile to grow, as he walked around the craft, looking it over. Overall, it looked like a Viper, but it looked like an extremely fat and stubby Viper... it was a good few feet shorter than a Mk. II, but the styling was similar, albeit short and fat. Standish took in the fact that it had the same markings as Urantia's Mk. II's... white, with blue stripes.

"Scoutstar." he said aloud, as he completed his walk-around, and looked to the Chief. "How the frak did you find the time to build this... with all the repairs that were being done?" he asked.

"Wasn't that hard, Sir... most of it came from the wreckage of some of our Mk. II's, as well as the bits of Mk. II's from Solaria and Celestia. The real task was fitting the Cylon technology into such a small space." he said.

"Amazing." Standish began. "You've all outdone yourselves this time." he remarked, running his hands over the surface of the new plane.

"She's a recon bird, Sir... with this new jump drive, she can jump out way ahead of Urantia and the fleet, and scan for any Cylons that may be ahead of us, and jump back, with a report... hopefully, it'll keep us a step ahead of the toasters." the Chief stated.

"She'll fly?" Standish asked, looking again to the Chief.

"She's not been out in open space yet, but aye, I'm sure she will, Sir." the Chief answered.

Standish nodded.

"I'll inform the CAG she can begin the field-testing." he said.

"I'm sure she'll be thrilled, Sir." the Chief offered, as Stadish now initiated the salute, as he saluted the Chief.

"Thank you, Chief... this is truly an honor... that you so selflessly gave your time and manpower to the good of the fleet... that you all did... you are to be commended." he said, as he offered his hand for the Chief to shake.

"The honor was mine, Sir, thank you, Sir." the Chief replied, shaking Standish's hand.

The two broke the handshake, as the Chief walked off, leaving Standish to look at Urantia's newest bird.

TO BE CONTINUED...



The Scoutstar:

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Hey, all...

I'm wondering how many people are actually still following or enjoying this story, because for a long time, I have received no feedback at all, so I want to know if that is a bad sign or not.

Some people may see an author asking for feedback as ego-stroking, but for me, I just like to know my audience is still there, and enjoying my work. Otherwise, there is no reason for me to post it.

I welcome any and all comments, and especially questions... if something is on your mind, share it! :D A lot of other stories here get regular feedback, but for some reason, this one doesn't get much, if any. I'd like that to change... I want to interact with my readership, and answer any questions they may have, or reply to any comments.

Anyway, I just wanted to put that out there. If you are having fun so far, and like the story, let me know. If not, also let me know.

-BolianAdmiral
 
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